My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

A chilling, descending aria filled the vocal room. Accompanied by the spinning of a blood-red ballet-clad puppet, Zhang Ying felt his heart skip a beat!

He had only one thought in his mind: run!

He tried to open the door to the vocal room, but the door slammed shut and locked firmly to the frame, as if it had been welded to it!

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge the only door leading outwards!

Despair began to grow in Zhang Ying's heart.

An inexplicable force enveloped his entire body, freezing him in place and rendering him unable to move!

"Move! Move!"

His joints were firmly locked, and Zhang Ying gritted his teeth, trying to break free, but the force enveloping his entire body made it impossible for him to exert any strength. No matter how hard he tried to break free, it only caused his muscles to twitch and spasm.

As the singing grew increasingly shrill and hoarse, his body began to move uncontrollably, his forearms pulling backward and his joints cracking!

The lower leg was being repeatedly straightened. The force seemed intent on bending the lower leg in a reverse joint motion!

Clearly, this music box is trying to bend Zhang Ying into the position of a ballet doll!

The intense pain from the muscle tear caused Zhang Ying's eyes to roll upwards, he could hardly breathe, and large beads of sweat kept dripping from his forehead!

Just as he was about to faint from the pain, a golden light shone from the surface of the talisman he was wearing on his wrist!

"ah--!!!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream emanated from the music box!

Immediately afterward, the power enveloping Zhang Ying dissipated, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground, his limbs twitching, his chest heaving violently, and his breathing extremely rapid.

One by one, the yellow talismans on his wrist spontaneously combusted, and then the music from the music box in his ear grew fainter and fainter.

When Zhang Ying recovered, the music box music was no longer playing in his ears.

The dusty wooden floors and full-length mirrors in the vocal music room have disappeared, replaced by a perfectly normal vocal music room filled with instruments and desks.

Zhang Ying endured the excruciating pain in his joints as he got up from the ground. He shook his head vigorously, and his gradually blurry vision began to focus, and his consciousness returned.

He sat on the ground, panting and looking around. Only after confirming that he had returned from that horrible place did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked at the ash around his wrist; the talisman had been completely burned away.

A smile of relief appeared on Zhang Ying's lips.

Unexpectedly, what Old Wang gave him actually came in handy. It seems he wasn't just a Taoist priest for nothing. Without this talisman, he probably would have perished here.

After the physical pain gradually subsided, it stood up from the ground.

What should we do now?

Call the police?

Putting aside whether calling the police would be useful, how would you explain what happened to you after you called the police?

Go find Wang Fangshe? It seems like that's the only way now.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to send a message to Wang Fangshe, a sudden static sound, like the static on an old-fashioned TV screen, startled Zhang Ying, who had just calmed down!

He looked up and saw lines of text constantly popping up on the whiteboard.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission: Escape the First Encounter Kill]

[Success Reward: Sanity +2]

You saved your life from the clutches of a bound spirit.

After this experience, you began to understand another side of this world. You firmly believe that monsters are real.

As an outstanding man, on the path to becoming the King of Ghost Story Hunters, only by truly relying on himself to escape this calamity can he be considered whole!

Believe in your own strength!

[Task Posted: Solve the Ghost Stories on Campus Alone]

[Time Limit: 30 days]

[Success Reward: Physical Fitness +0.3]

[Punishment for failure: To be wiped out from this world forever]

"..."

"Disappearing from this world again? Don't you have any other tricks up your sleeve, simulator?" Zhang Ying gritted his teeth and stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

Although he didn't know where this simulator came from, after witnessing the bizarre methods of the music box earlier, he dared not gamble that if he asked Old Wang for help, he might actually be made to disappear by this strange simulator.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his slightly swollen calf joints, and left the vocal room, intending to go home first and then investigate the details of this "Strange Romance Simulator".

Passing through the trash cans again, Zhang Ying looked up at the sky. It was getting dark, and if he didn't go back soon, his mother would start to worry.

7:20 in the evening.

In the corridor of apartment 501, building 6 of the old residential complex on Xiping Street, Zhang Ying, supporting his thigh, limped with difficulty to the door. His clothes were covered in dust and dirt, and reeked of a foul odor. He knocked on the security door, and a woman's urgent, worried voice came from inside:

"Who is it? Is it Xiao Ying?"

"It's me! Mom, open the door!"

"You silly child..."

The door was pushed open from the inside, and warm, orange light streamed in, illuminating the dark hallway. A middle-aged woman wearing an apron stood in the doorway and said worriedly, "Why are you back so late?"

Zhang Ma was initially angry, thinking Zhang Ying was out fooling around. But when she saw Zhang Ying standing disheveled at the door, her face immediately showed a look of heartache, and she helped Zhang Ying quickly into the house.

"What have you been doing, kid? How did you get all these injuries?"

Zhang Ma frowned as she applied medicine to Zhang Ying, whose joints were red and swollen all over his body as he lay on the sofa.

The cool liniment applied to his joints made Zhang Ying hiss and gasp.

"On my way home, some bastard stole the manhole cover. I wasn't paying attention and fell in."

"Be more careful next time you're looking where you're going! Don't be glued to your phone all day. I'm asking the school for a leave of absence; you should stay home and rest for the next few days, understand?"

"Okay, I got it," Zhang Ying replied, then lay down on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

His father often travels to other places for business or work, and can only come home during holidays.

He was the only son in his family, and in order not to worry his mother, he pretended to be in a sorry state. Falling into a well was better than encountering a ghost.

After dinner, Zhang Ying lay on his bed in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A faulty light bulb is half lit and half not lit, its white light illuminating half the room and making the other half appear somewhat dim.

An old-fashioned television screen panel appeared before his eyes, with the following words written in blood-red lettering:

[Strange Tale Romance Simulator]

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