You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Wang Laoju sneered, not bothering to pay attention to the narrator's protest, and slowly turned the mouse towards the door of the room.

The wooden stick at the door was still across the bolt, like a barrier blocking the outside world.

He licked his lips lightly, reached out and took out the fist icon from the inventory, and aimed at the wooden stick without hesitation -

"boom!"

A dull thud echoed in the room. The wooden stick broke violently under the huge impact, and broken wood chips flew everywhere. The door panel shook slightly, and then slowly opened.

There was a hint of frustration in the narrator's voice: "User, you are so annoying!"

The audience in the live broadcast room were laughing like crazy.

[Hahahaha, the narrator has completely given up resistance! ]

[Planning Team: Please, don't tear it down, the game will really crash! ]

【Lao Ju: I want to tear it down! 】

However, the moment the door was completely opened, a familiar voice came from outside the door——

"Aha! My Batton technique defeated this door!"

Holmes appeared at the door. He adjusted his collar elegantly, a confident smile on his lips, as if everything that had just happened was the result of his personal planning.

He patted the door frame gently, a hint of pride in his tone: "Come, Watson, let's go in."

Watson held his forehead helplessly and sighed, but finally followed Holmes and walked into the room.

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised in a meaningful arc.

……

"Come, Holmes, let us go in."

Watson stood at the door, adjusting the brim of his hat, his tone calm, but his eyes held a hint of caution.

The door slowly opened, and the room was filled with darkness, as if even the light had been swallowed up. Only vague outlines were barely visible, like some secret waiting to be revealed.

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes, manipulated the mouse, and adjusted the perspective slightly, trying to see the situation inside the room clearly.

However, the narration on the screen suddenly raised its voice, its tone showing a hint of anxiety: "Don't go with them."

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

[Holy crap?! The narrator is finally giving a serious warning?!]

[No, there's really something wrong with the NPCs in this game! ]

[Lao Ju, listen to the narration, don't go in!]

However, Wang Laoju just licked his lips lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"...The more you don't let me in, the more I want to see."

He manipulated the mouse without hesitation and stepped into the darkness.

The darkness in the room was as thick as ink; even the air seemed to grow heavy, with a faint smell of dampness and mildew.

Holmes stood in the middle of the room, raised his head slightly, and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes. His voice was low and calm: "Mr. William? Are you there?"

There was no response in the room, only the dead silence and faint rustling sounds, as if something was quietly crawling in the darkness.

Holmes frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "It's too dark in here."

Watson was more direct than him, crossing his arms across his chest, his tone filled with obvious impatience: "Holmes, don't expect me to move forward in the dark."

Holmes took a deep breath and smiled, his tone still as calm as ever: "Then go find some light, Watson."

The audience in the live broadcast room was going crazy.

[Why does this feel like the rhythm of a horror game?! ]

Holmes: It's not exciting enough to explore alone in the dark. I have to bring Watson along.

[Lao Ju, quickly look for a light in the room!]

However, the narrator's voice suddenly became deeper, as if he was thinking strangely in some strange soliloquy.

“These characters have fallen into darkness.”

"We're pretty lucky."

Wang Laoju raised his eyebrows slightly and manipulated the mouse, trying to find interactive items in the darkness, but...

"Ouch. Broken."

"I was worried you might move the moon. Haha."

The live broadcast room exploded instantly.

【???moon?!】

[No, what the hell is this narration talking about?!]

[Laoju, try to find a light source! ]

However, the narrator's tone suddenly became a little lighter, as if relieved: "Thank God! That can't happen."

"At least, as long as the device connected to this line doesn't work, it's fine."

Its voice paused, as if realizing it had said something it shouldn't have, and then slowly added, "Sometimes... I'd better shut up..."

Wang Laoju's eyes narrowed slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Oh? Are you giving me a hint?"

He quickly manipulated the mouse, opened the inventory, and began to drag items in the props bar, trying to stick to the wires, trying to make some "devices connected to this wire" work again.

However, the wires are like some kind of hidden puzzle that cannot be manipulated directly.

“…This isn’t right.”

Wang Laoju frowned slightly, then controlled the mouse to switch scenes and came to another room.

This room was more spacious than the previous one. There was a piece of paper hanging on the wall with a pattern of three primary colors drawn on it. The three colors of red, green and blue were arranged in an alternating pattern, like some kind of secret code.

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

[Three primary colors?! This must be a clue about the light source!]

[Laoju, try to see if you can solve the puzzle using this picture! ]

[Wait, can that black curtain move?!]

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes, manipulated the mouse, and tentatively dragged the black curtain——

"Shh-"

The curtain slowly slid open, revealing a hidden window. The moonlight outside the window poured into the room through the glass, casting a mottled light and shadow on the ground.

The narrator's voice suddenly exploded, his tone filled with fear: "Hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute! What are you doing?!"

Wang Laoju snorted lightly, controlled the mouse, and kept switching perspectives, trying to find more interactive objects.

However, just as he adjusted the angle, the image on the screen suddenly went black, as if some unknown program was forcibly interrupted.

"drop--"

The system prompt sounded and the screen slowly lit up. However, the color of the entire world had undergone some subtle changes.

Wang Laoju narrowed her eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth: "...It seems that the light has been turned on."

Wang Laoju stood in the dim room, his eyes slightly fixed.

The air here is filled with the smell of metal and machine oil, and some industrial-style devices can be vaguely seen around - old copper pipes, dark red valves, and even a yellowed engineering drawing in the corner, with strange symbols and calculation formulas densely written on the paper.

But the most eye-catching thing is the strange device in the center of the room.

It was a machine with a complex mechanical structure, its surface covered in a thick layer of rust, though one could vaguely see its former glory. But now, a core component was missing—a gear lay empty, as if it had been forcibly removed.

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

[Oh wow, it’s the puzzle part! ]

[This gear is probably a key item!] [Lao Ju, quickly look around for clues about gears!]

However, the narrator's voice sounded with a hint of laziness: "I wonder what it could be attached to."

It paused for a moment, then its tone changed, becoming casual and nonchalant: "Forget it, who cares!"

"We haven't seen anything that even remotely resembles a gear."

Wang Laoju sneered and scanned the room with the mouse, trying to find any possible substitutes.

Just then, his eyes fell on the cut stamp in the inventory.

He narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and revealed an intriguing smile: "...Maybe you can try this?"

He controlled the mouse, dragged the stamp, and slowly approached the location of the missing gear.

The narrator's voice suddenly exploded: "Are you going to put a stamp on that device?!"

"First, you have to wet the stamp so it sticks."

"Besides...that's a stupid idea!"

The audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

【Hahahaha, the narration is starting to break down! 】

[Lao Ju: The more you say it’s impossible, the more I’ll try!]

[Planning Team: Please, stop messing with the props! ]

However, Wang Laoju ignored the narrator's protest, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and manipulated the mouse to slowly drag the stamp towards the mouth icon on the screen.

"Clap."

The stamp was instantly wetted, and a subtle luster appeared on the surface, like paper that had just been soaked in water, with a subtle softening feeling.

There was obvious disgust in the narrator's voice: "Eh...how disgusting!"

Wang Laoju laughed and manipulated the mouse without hesitation, sticking the wet stamp onto the device that was missing a gear, then pressing it gently to ensure that it would stick firmly.

"Then we glued the gears on with stamps."

The narrator's tone was already filled with despair: "Using a stamp to repair the machine, how logical."

"I hope it's not connected to a light source, just in case."

Wang Laoju paused slightly, a strange glint flashing in his eyes. He slowly repeated the last sentence of the narration: "...Don't connect it to anything with a light source?"

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a meaningful smile: "Then I understand."

Without hesitation, he switched perspectives, readjusting the image on the screen to focus on the other side of the room.

As the picture slowly moved, a faint light suddenly lit up in a corner of the room——

——An old transport plane slowly started up.

"Buzz—buzz buzz—"

The mechanical gears turned slowly, and the place where the stamps were glued miraculously kept the entire device running, as if it was born to fill this gap.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

[Holy crap?! It actually works?!]

[Stamps stuck to the gears, but the machine still works normally?!]

[Planning Team: We didn’t even write this logic! ! ! ]

The narrator's voice has completely collapsed: "...I give up."

"I don't want to study the physics of this game anymore."

Wang Laoju licked her lips lightly, squinted her eyes, and looked at the slowly moving machinery with a satisfied smile on her lips: "Okay, the transport plane has started."

"Next, we'll see where it takes us."

"Om-"

A slight vibration came from deep within the screen, as if some huge machine was slowly operating.

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes, manipulated the mouse, and slowly adjusted the viewing angle.

The image on the screen changed accordingly. The originally silent room was illuminated by pale moonlight. The light poured down through a window that should not have existed, making the entire space look eerie and cold.

Holmes raised his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the night sky outside the window, and a meaningful smile played on the corner of his mouth. "Well done, Watson. We can finally see more clearly."

Watson stood aside, his brows furrowed, his face full of uneasiness. He glanced around and said in a low voice: "This place is really creepy."

Holmes paced slowly, his eyes scanning the room as if he were carefully analyzing his surroundings.

His voice was low and calm: "It seems that Mr. William is redecorating."

He paused, frowned slightly, and said with a hint of doubt: "I don't remember being able to see the moon from his room."

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

[??? When did the moon appear in this room?!]

[No, is there something wrong with the spatial logic of this game?!]

[Even Sherlock Holmes is beginning to doubt reality. This is definitely not right!]

However, what is truly disturbing is not just the sudden appearance of moonlight.

"Mr. William? Are you dead?"

Holmes' voice was still his usual calm, as if he was just casually saying, "Nice weather, isn't it?"

Watson was about to speak when he suddenly took a deep breath.

His eyes were fixed on the corner of the room, and his voice was trembling: "Holmes... he is floating."

The picture moves slowly and the camera turns to the corner of the room.

There, a vague figure was suspended in the air, and the shadow swayed slightly in the moonlight, as if it was lifted up by some invisible force.

—That’s Mr. William.

His body was stiff, his limbs stretched out, as if controlled by some invisible threads, swaying gently in the air.

His face was pale, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was experiencing some unspeakable pain.

But the most disturbing thing was his face.

Holmes narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed sharply on William's face, and said in a low voice, "Watson, what is that on his face?"

Watson's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his tone revealed a hint of disgust that was hard to conceal: "It looks like some kind of fleshy, half-conjoined, monochrome parasite."

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

[??? A chubby parasite?!]

[Fuck, why is this description even more disgusting than just calling it "monster"?!]

[The creature settings in this game are too weird!!!]

However, Holmes remained calm. He slowly took a step closer, his voice still calm: "Does it look serious?"

Watson frowned fiercely. The expression on his face could no longer be described as "disgusted". Instead, it was completely filled with resistance: "As for me... I'd better stay away from that thing..."

However, Holmes snorted lightly, his tone revealing a trace of undisguised contempt: "You are a disgrace to the medical profession."

He paused, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly stretched out his hand: "Let me take a good look."

The screen went black.

The system is switching scenes...

When the screen lights up again, the perspective has returned to Wang Laoju. (End of this chapter)