Aoba Office

The game video is still playing.

I watched absentmindedly, memories emerging from the depths of my consciousness, and I now had some impressions of what I had seen.

Xiaomi died seven or eight times, and after editing out some repetitive processes, it didn’t take much time to reach the ending.

Xiaomi in the video could only be heard exclaiming blankly: "Eh? Eh? Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Oh...'...I killed him. I have to get out of here...get out of here!'...Oh, wait, that's it?"

The white ghost disappeared from the game.

The protagonist detective began to speak, summarizing his investigation process and expressing his emotions.

"Wait! Hey, hey, that's it? Ha... This seems to be unfinished. Why did you kill the man and say leave... isn't this the real ending? Is there a real ending... Oh, it's over. . This, I should have played the normal ending. Let me search it..."

Xiaomi switched the screen, looked through the comments on the homepage of the game's official website, and searched on the search website.

"Well, it seems that no one has played this ending... and there is no guide. I feel that this is not the real ending. This game has only been released for a week, and there may be updates later. I will try again later... Oh, At this point in time... OK, I'll stop here for now, and I'll do some more research later. This is quite interesting. There are really many ways to die in the game. You can play it too. If anyone comes up with the real ending, please let me know. That’s it for today.”

As Xiaomi finished speaking, the progress bar of the video also reached the end.

The uneasiness in my heart never faded.

I really don't know where the problem is.

After closing the laptop and putting the files back in place, I searched for game topics on my phone.

The game has been blocked, the discussions are gone, and all searches show irrelevant content.

On the social homepage, search using abbreviations, pronouns, etc. to find a few words.

There are still people who remember this game and are discussing the game and the closure of the live broadcast. More of the latter.

It is impossible to delete such discussions 100%, but the topic is indeed much smaller.

Not many people talked about it, and it was just a bit of content. There were no new comments or reposts for a long time.

I looked at it and felt a little sleepy. That was the end of the night and I went straight to bed.

Not dreaming.

I didn’t dream about Xiaomi, I didn’t dream about prawns, and I didn’t dream about games.

I continued to have that strange feeling and still couldn't find the reason.

When I got to work on Monday and told Slim and the others, they all looked baffled.

"Intuition?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked, "Is it a bad premonition?"

"Is Xiaobai reminding you?" The thin man looked at my chest.

"I don't know either. I just feel... not very happy." I frowned.

"What do you mean it's not very exciting? Not exciting enough? Do you think more people should die, like in the last game?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked.

Her question sounded like an argument, but she wasn't. She was just probing to get to the bottom of my situation.

"I don't know either. It's just weird. There seems to be something wrong..."

Four people pondered with me, but none of them found any doubts about this matter.

"Have you spoken to the people in Aoba?"

"I've talked about the dream, and I've talked about the game. They already have a suspect, the Xiaomi who died in the previous game spirit. Maybe his ghost did something..."

"Is it because the underworld disappeared and some souls returned to the human world? He also came back and started causing trouble?" the fat man guessed.

"What does that have to do with Brother Qi?"

"Xiaomi's soul should be completely wiped out by the game spirit, right? Can it be resurrected?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked.

"this……"

We looked at each other with no answer.

"Maybe he was resurrected. That's why it's not normal. That's why Brother Qi felt something was wrong." Fatty said.

"What he said was unreasonable." Guo Yujie corrected, squinting at me, "It's still like what Xiaoqiu said, you think there are too few dead people."

"It's a bit too little." It wasn't me who echoed this, it was the thin man. In front of Guo Yujie's glare, he raised his hand and said: "Do you think that with such a high download volume, only one person got into trouble? It's definitely not right. Even if only Xiaomi's friend got into trouble, network anchors and friends like him wouldn't There will only be one Thunder King, right?"

"Even if someone else has an accident, we don't know about it. The news has been blocked in advance." Chen Xiaoqiu said, "What you subconsciously feel is wrong may be because you moved too fast this time. Before Thunder Lord's accident, the live broadcast It was like someone knew something was going to happen to Mr. Lei for a long time. In order to prevent many people from seeing the supernatural phenomena happening to him, he cut off the live broadcast and then quickly stopped talking about it on the Internet. The game thing is cleared up.”

Chen Xiaoqiu's analysis gave me a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

"Those people in the supernatural circle are finally getting down to business." The thin man said with emotion.

"This can't be considered serious business. If they were doing serious business, they should prevent this from happening." The fat man shook his head.

"Your demands are too high. You are not a savior. You can do anything. Maybe this is the extent of their abilities?" the thin man retorted.

"It's also possible..." Chen Xiaoqiu said, "Their prediction and intervention are very limited."

"Isn't this what I just said?" The thin man spread his hands.

"It's not the same." Fatty stood on Chen Xiaoqiu's side.

"If you want to know this kind of thing in advance, you must rely on ability or some kind of magic. Normally, it shouldn't be accurately predicted, right? They may just predict that something will happen to Lord Thunder, but not predict that Lord Thunder will do something wrong. Something happened. After discovering that he was live broadcasting, he cut off the live broadcast, and then blocked the news along with the game, and it gradually evolved to this..."

"If I seal the message, does your uncle know anything?" the thin man suddenly asked.

Chen Xiaoqiu shook his head, "He has been handling other cases recently. There is a major cross-provincial case being handled."

"The world of ordinary people is also very troublesome... full of disasters..." the thin man lamented.

"Stop being so hypocritical." Guo Yujie complained rudely.

"No, I'm serious." The thin man said seriously.

I took my phone and subconsciously searched for relevant content.

Thunder Lord's account has changed to find no such person, and the name Thunder Lord cannot be found.

His entire being was wiped out.

Supernatural things took away his body and life, while others erased all traces of his existence.

I suddenly felt shuddering.

I stood up, scaring the thin man and the others.

"Brother Qi?"

"I'm going to visit the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants." I thought of Ye Qing who took the initiative to erase his own existence.

I want to talk to Ye Qing.

Good night everyone~