Scumbag bosses have become paranoid villains

Tao Mingshi poured out two cups of iced sour plum soup and handed them to Lan He and Master Yu Ge in turn.

She recognized the drink in her hand.

It is not a plastic drink that is simply blended with flavors, but is made from real ingredients such as black plum, tangerine peel, osmanthus, and licorice. After going down, there will only be a bit of inconspicuous rock sugar aftertaste left in the mouth.

In the past, when she drove Yu Ge to school, the little girl would always pack a bottle of sour plum soup for her, and when she couldn't help but praise, she showed a subtle smile that was both proud and embarrassing.

"It's Mr. Tan who cooked it himself. Unexpectedly, my sister can not only go to the hall, but also go to the kitchen."

When Yu Ge was young, his spleen and stomach were not in harmony. In summer, he could not drink iced soda, and he thought it was cold and tasteless. Tan Linfei always left many homemade drinks in the refrigerator, sometimes sour plum soup, sometimes Western Mi Lu, sometimes jasmine milk green, although not as good as the taste of outsiders, it is enough to satisfy the appetite of lovers.

She also ate and drank a lot at that time, and she still remembered Tan Linfei's craftsmanship, but at this moment, the sour liquid slipped into her throat, but she didn't feel any emotion, On the contrary, there was an inexplicable chill that poured into her limbs along with the icy temperature, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Living people will be afraid of ghosts, it is completely an instinct engraved in the bone marrow, even though she has done a lot of psychological construction, those treacherous and bloody imaginations still filled her mind in an instant, making her almost want to take it away. out the door.

But Yu Ge's condition... looks a hundred times worse than hers.

There was no trace of blood left on that bright and bright face, and there was even a little shriveled thinness on the sides of the cheeks, and even the slightly slack eyes showed a kind of emaciation and grayness visible to the naked eye. In the dark living room with the curtains closed, it almost seemed to be covered with a light white mist.

It's almost like being sucked dry by something....

"Lan and Master, look at this matter... how to solve it?"

In all fairness, Tao Mingshi is not actually a Buddhist.

Influenced by her family when she was young, she would also go to the temple to burn incense and pay homage on the first day of the new year, but it was just a form of praying. Any expectations in the world are pinned on some illusory god and Buddha, let alone the so-called monks and masters.

But now... in front of the strange power and chaos she saw with her own eyes, she can only put her only hope on this strange woman who can't see the way out.

The Buddhist disciple who was urged by her was sitting on the sofa, still maintaining that calm and calm posture, just looking at Yu Ge over and over again, there seemed to be an indescribable nostalgia and solemnity in his eyes, and he was in the same place again Staying for too long, it's more like...

Using his eyes...carefully caressing every inch of each other's skin.

The half-extinguished chandelier outlined a strange light and shadow on Lan He's dignified and solemn face. From that moment, Tao Mingshi almost caught a glimpse of some kind of undisguised indulgence from that extremely calm expression. with obsession.

Infatuation... infatuation with Yu Ge?

She subconsciously snuffed out this ridiculous idea.

She can barely be regarded as half of Yu Ge's friend. In her impression, this rich lady who has lived under the sun since she was a child has never had any intersection with Buddhist temples or monks, let alone...developed any ambiguous relationship. .

"...Xiao Ge, I have roughly understood the situation on your side with your friends."

Lan He's tone was actually very calm, but the ending was hoarse and almost silent due to excessive depression, and there seemed to be some obscure emotions hidden in it. It didn't sound like anger or complaints, nor disappointment and condemnation, but more Similar to a kind of... very heavy affection.

To the ears of onlookers, the voice was unusually steady and flat, with almost no special meaning.

"I have a question that I want to confirm with you first. Have you...have you ever believed in a Bodhisattva?"

When normal people ask about their religious beliefs, most of them start with "Do you believe in Buddhism?" This master's way of asking questions is really weird, and Tao Mingshi couldn't help frowning.

Opposite her, Yu Ge was staring at the string of jade-like clam bracelets, and the hand beside her was tightly gripping the metal armrest of the sofa with such force that even his nails were about to break.

Ding.

In the host's brain space, 444 was speechless for a moment, and immediately shot, pressing and stopping the slowly flowing time axis at the bottom of the world line.

Taking advantage of this breathing space, Yu Ge quietly closed his eyes, and after dozens of seconds, he reached out to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.

This was completely unexpected by her, and if she had to forcefully explain it, she could only find one reason.

Although the world numbers are completely different, at the end of the last world mission, she sent Lanti, who was the target of the raid, back to the god position, and according to the basic settings in the background of these two small worlds, the Bodhisattva itself has the ability to travel through the six worlds. , the ability and responsibility to walk around the world, and being able to find her again... doesn't seem to be anything against logic.

But she has worked in the fast travel game for so many years, and she has never heard of any strategy target that can span multiple parallel worlds. If the characters in the small world can use their identities to exert special abilities, then the existence of the fast travel game ...wouldn't it have been discovered long ago?

She asked in a hoarse voice: "444, tell me the truth, whether it is about my own dream or the appearance of the Bodhisattva, the data center...has it given you feedback?"

The system swallowed, hesitated for a while, and forwarded the mail from the data center directly to the host.

"The argument given over there is that this small world existed relatively early, and its construction is not very sound. Although there are no major problems with the characters and worldview, as a parallel world, it has been operating independently for too long. Not only developed its own storyline, and there were holes in the information barrier."

The parallel world itself does not have a complete story line. After running independently, its operating rules will infinitely approach the impermanent and changing real world. He died unexpectedly due to external force before the end.

In reality, God does not take into account the so-called progress of tasks or personal will. It doesn't matter if ambition is hard to pay, or if a saint dies early, those are things beyond human control and unattainable.

If it is only approaching reality, it will only increase the uncontrollability of the task. If you think about it in an optimistic place, it may not cause much challenge, but if there is a loophole in the information barrier...

Now the characters from the previous world have been involved. Once the identity of the host is revealed, it is probably still unknown whether she can leave this world alive.

An indescribable feeling made the organs in Yu Ge's abdominal cavity tightly gripped together. It didn't seem to be panic or fear, nor was it due to frustration, but something that even she couldn't describe.

It was as if she was sitting here calmly, wearing this all-conquering and unmoved skin, but suddenly... an indecisive heart was born inside.

But what was she indecisive about?

For the mission that is about to fail, for the evil spirit that is about to be forgotten in this world, or...for the Bodhisattva who has been with her for thousands of years?

Yu Ge's face was pale, but a kind of firmness that could break at the touch of a touch slowly emerged in his expression.

"I won't do it."

She said: "No matter how dedicated I am, I don't need to pay for the bugs in the small world. It's just a task. It's a big deal. I won't do it."

She clicked on the forced exit interface, and just entered half of the password when she heard a rare sharp ups and downs in 444's inorganic voice.

"...Host! Host, wait a minute!"

"In order not to affect your mentality, I originally planned to tell you about this after the end of this round of missions." The system crashed into the opponent's arms, panting: "When you were in the world of the Zerg, the mercury you used The measurement has already exceeded the standard!"

Yu Ge's fingers hanging above the screen suddenly curled back, and even his tongue was a little sticky from the momentary loss.

"...When and to what extent?"

"Mission progress 61, when you decided to wait to die in the Zerg palace, this incident not only affected the target of the raid, but also caused you to have emotional fluctuations, so the fast passage cabin has been on the scene ever since. The mercury levels are automatically adjusted up, from the standard 0.015… to 0.2 as of this morning.”

0.2 is the upper limit of the mercury concentration that can be automatically injected into the fast-travel cabin. Once the required concentration exceeds this upper limit, the host will be forcibly interrupted from the mission and will be re-accepted the professional psychological assessment by the safety consultant department

After all... Even psychotropic drugs with safety guarantees cannot withstand unrestricted intake for a long time. Before that, there was a major drug-related accident in the Quick Transmigration Bureau.

A senior host suffered endless torture in a certain mission with the background of war. Under the extreme and mental torture, the host asked the accompanying system to operate the fast-travel cabin before passing the application, and injected it in one breath. Two doses of mercury at a concentration of 0.45.

The mission that time was indeed completed very well, and the character controlled by the host also successfully withstood the interrogation and torture. Unfortunately, after the mission ended, the host himself never woke up.

Her body is not dead, and her mind is not crazy, but when the dosage of the drug is too large to be metabolized, the fast travel cabin cannot detect any mental fluctuations belonging to the host, so it cannot bring her back to reality.

No one knows anymore which time and space that string of data streams containing the soul of the host wandered in, and what kind of situation they faced.

444 projected the drug dosage maps in these two worlds into the void, and rarely put on an extraordinarily serious expression.

"Host, your current drug concentration is stuck at the critical point. Although unilateral forced separation may not cause accidents, it is risky after all. As your system, I still recommend that you continue to perform tasks; or submit an application and request The Authority directly canceled this mission from the data center and brought you back to reality."

Yu Ge clasped his fingers, his face sinking like water.

"...The processing of the application has been delayed for too long. In this mission, if something goes wrong in the middle, if I don't force myself to leave, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to get out unscathed."

Her breathing was heavy, and even her limbs trembled slightly due to the anxiety of the current situation, but her mind was still clear, with dense pain like needle pricks.

"4, you can help me submit an application now, and at the same time...take over the drug injection system of the fast-travel cabin, and temporarily lower the concentration of mercury to 0.10."

The system said in astonishment: "Reducing the concentration can indeed reduce your risk when you are forced to leave, but lowering the concentration without authorization is likely to have a very large impact on the efficacy of the drug, the host, your emotions...?"

Yu Ge reached out and gently brushed its dangling head. Although there was a gentle smile on his lips, there were still two deep nicks engraved between the brows.

"Sorry, I can't guarantee it. Next... I can only do my best."

Ding.

Lan He narrowed his eyes slightly.

From half a distance away from the tea table, she could vaguely hear the obvious breathing ups and downs in the other's chest. The frequency was so rapid and flustered that the answer was almost ready to come out.

Yu Ge's eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and he managed to maintain a polite demeanor that could not see the waves.

"No. I have no religious affiliation and have never... believed in a Bodhisattva."

The air in the living room is damp and sticky, almost stagnant, making every minute and every second seem so lengthy and cramped, leaving no room for people to survive.

Lan He held the rosary beads in his hand, and his thumb and index finger walked along the round outline one by one, as if he wanted to use this movement to restrain his desire to touch the other party.

But in the end, she just tilted her head slightly and nodded slightly in Tao Mingshi's direction.

"There are some personal matters, I need to talk to Xiaoge alone, and I'm going to trouble you...Let's avoid it for now."

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