Let's give space a touch of Chinese horror!

Chapter 65: What's so scary about this game?

There was nothing scary about it, and the room was full of very ordinary things, but Turbo Duck still felt inexplicably creeped out.

This kind of atmosphere... it's impossible for someone who hasn't experienced it firsthand to truly understand.

Especially at this time, with the sun already set and darkness gradually spreading in the dimly lit room, Turbo Duck felt the hairs on his back standing on end: "W-Wasn't this supposed to be a gourmet game?!"

The comments section was filled with mockery: "When did Old Duck become so timid?"

"Yeah, it's just a few pieces of clothing... Why is Old Duck so scared?"

"The show's effect was a bit over the top, Haha..."

"Old Duck, just wait a bit, they might bring you, this 'prisoner,' food soon, haha..."

"Other people's food game is about eating to their heart's content, while Old Duck's food game is about starving in a dark room."

"Ha, I knew this streamer was paid! He had nothing there, but he acted all scary..."

"Did the woman in red see the online comments and start trying to save face by asking the streamer if 'reunion' was a horror game?"

"Dude, you're really dedicated! You acted so convincingly. People who get paid really stand out! [Thumbs up][Thumbs up]"

"Red Dress tried to replicate the success of 'Double Happiness' but it backfired, didn't it? This game is clearly not the same type as 'Double Happiness' at all. I don't know what Red Dress was thinking. The promotional video was so heartwarming, and now they're marketing a horror game..."

"The new game received such terrible reviews, they're at their wits' end..."

"Wait, did our Old Duck suddenly become popular? Why are so many strange things suddenly appearing in the live stream?"

"Just telling the truth, the fans don't like to hear it..."

"Ugh—" Turbo Duck looked at the comments section, which had been laughing and teasing him a moment ago but had now inexplicably turned into a fight, and for a moment he forgot all about being scared. "Everyone, please don't fight..."

However, the heated chat completely ignored him. Even though most of the viewers in the live stream were fans of the turbocharged duck, they now seemed to have become fans of the red-clothed guy and were confronting the troublemakers.

"If you look down on the red-clothed game so much, why did you specifically search for and click into the live stream? You're not trying to get her attention, are you?"

"This game is so boring, there's no gameplay at all, it's a wonder you guys have kept going..."

"Let me translate: He wanted to copy the gameplay of the girl in red, but realized he had nothing to copy, so he got angry and embarrassed..."

"Huh? Did that bag behind me move?"

"The guy in red has really run out of ideas; this game even has a ridiculously stupid mechanic where players are locked in a dark room and can't get out..."

"How can a streamer keep playing with such a boring design? Who would believe they weren't paid?"

"I saw it too! That bag was standing upright before, but it suddenly fell over by itself!"

"It's just a bag that fell over, can you guys stop making such a big deal out of it... Maybe the duck just flipped over and wasn't put back properly..."

"No! The bag that fell over was near the window! Old Duck didn't go there at all! The bag was positioned very steadily; it couldn't have fallen over by itself!"

The windows of the room were sealed shut and the door was locked, so there was definitely no wind inside; and when the backpack fell over, the Turbo Duck was standing in the room mediating between the viewers, so there was no vibration as it wasn't moving.

So, the bag collapsed without any apparent reason, as if it had been pushed by an invisible hand.

"Aaaaaah, Old Duck, turn around! Turn around!"

"Hmm?" Turbo Duck glanced at the anxious and frustrated comments on the screen, and subconsciously turned its head to look towards the window.

It was completely dark outside, but fortunately, some faint light was still streaming in through the window, so the turbocharged duck quickly found the bag that had suddenly collapsed, as mentioned in the comments.

He didn't actually remember whether the bag was standing upright or lying down, but since the comments said so, he had to go and take a look, whether for the sake of his fans or for the sake of the live stream's entertainment value.

Turbo Duck took a deep breath and, with his heart pounding, carefully walked to the window. He bent down, his fingers touching the cold nylon fabric, and carefully checked the inside and around the bag.

"Nothing much..." he reported to the viewers in the chat.

After confirming it was just a regular bag that had fallen over, his tense shoulders finally relaxed a little. Turbo Duck, while jokingly calling the comments "false intelligence," braced himself on his knees, preparing to straighten up.

His peripheral vision inadvertently swept across the windowpane.

The glass, untouched for a long time, was covered in dust, reflecting a blurry image of a turbocharged duck. However, less than half a step behind him, a black silhouette stood silently.

The outline was not clearly shaped; the head was slightly raised, and the body was bloated and swollen, as if a huge, crumpled black garbage bag was wrapped around a person's body, with the opening haphazardly tied around the "neck," outlining a blurry and strange human figure.

It stood there silently, its cheap, greasy black plastic, seemingly still stained, gleaming ominously in the dim light.

The turbocharged duck gasped silently, its movements completely frozen.

"Why isn't the streamer moving? Is the network lagging?"

"It shouldn't be a network problem, right? Look closely, the old duck's body is still trembling slightly..."

"What the hell is this 'slight trembling'? Just say the old duck was shaking with fear..."

"Old Duck, if you keep this up, I'll start to suspect you're being paid for 'Reunion' too! There's nothing there yet, what are you acting for?"

"Seriously, this isn't a horror game. Are they just obsessed with creating a sensational effect?"

"Yeah, I haven't found anything scary about this game yet..."

"Good heavens! I was so scared I couldn't speak, so I didn't post any comments! Look at the window! Look behind Old Duck! There's a dark shadow behind him! I'm really impressed by you guys!"

"Where? I don't see it..."

"That's right, Old Duck, turn around and show us!"

Turbo Duck looked at the comments and revealed a pained expression.

He knew all too well that in this kind of situation, the best way to save his life was not to look back, and to pretend that he knew nothing and that nothing had happened.

However, TurboDuck also knows that as a game streamer, he cannot escape this kind of situation.

He mustered the last of his strength and, inch by inch, extremely slowly, twisted backward—

empty.

There was nothing behind him.

"ha……"

The turbocharged duck gave a dry laugh, forcing a smile: "There's nothing there..."

"We must have misread it just now—"

Before he could finish speaking, a cool, damp breeze gently but clearly brushed against the skin of the back of his neck.

The smile that Turbo Duck had managed to muster with great effort instantly froze on his lips.