Horror game, I became the group's favorite after my mind was read

"You're welcome. Good luck." The staff member closed the door for him and touched his slightly hot cheeks.

Oh, it's really rare to find such a well-mannered boy.

The Special Intelligence Bureau recruits players with special skills, and these players may not have a good family background in real life;

Quite the contrary, the more miserable a person is in real life, the stronger his ability to survive in the game is, and it is all gained through hard work.

This kind of person is extremely difficult to deal with. Once he gains power, he becomes arrogant and treats their staff like maids.

After becoming first-class people, they bullied others in the same way as they were bullied by the upper-class people in reality. They were even more cruel. It was common for them to make people kneel down to polish their shoes.

There are fights outside the Special Intelligence Bureau every few days, and they are all caused by this group of thugs fighting each other.

It's rare to find a peaceful and well-educated player like Wei Xinyi. I sincerely hope he can go far in the game.

As soon as the door closed, the warm smile on Wei Xinyi's face disappeared instantly, and his eyes flashed with sinisterness and bloodthirstiness.

He checked and confirmed that there were no surveillance devices inside.

He sneered, the backers of the Special Intelligence Bureau are nothing more than the descendants of the Tianshi family.

Not to mention that the Heavenly Master's bloodline is withering, and the devil is always one step higher than the Tao. How could he possibly be a match for the Omniscient Saint?

However, Huaqiang is a good seedling cultivated by the Omniscient Church. He is a rare monster that can cook and contaminate players with food!

But it disappeared suddenly.

Wei Xinyi took great pains to infiltrate the Special Intelligence Bureau just to deal with this matter.

Of course, Huaqiang was definitely not taken away by the Special Intelligence Bureau.

The "Devil's Eye" is a first-level curse of the church. If the Special Intelligence Agency really discovers it, the entire area should be temporarily closed to prevent the spread of pollution.

But now it's very peaceful.

Where did Huaqiang go? Was he eaten by a stronger monster passing by the copy?

Wei Xinyi thought about it and shook his head slightly. Anyway, such high-end matters were not what he wanted to investigate.

His only responsibility was to push Rong Lele out as a scapegoat.

Wei Xinyi, who did not participate in the meeting, thought that it was Huo Fan who found the note about the rules in the backyard of the hot pot restaurant. After all, he was the only one who had the ability to do so.

With Huo Fan's brainpower, he would surely find that the place where the note was hidden was wrong, and thus suspect that there were people from the Omniscient Church in the hot pot restaurant at that time.

Therefore, Wei Xinyi chose Rong Lele to take the blame.

Rong Lele, a newcomer, is weak, ignorant, and has no background. She wants to join the Special Intelligence Bureau but is rejected.

It just gave him the perfect background for the story: a poor girl who was trying hard to climb up the social ladder was seduced by the Omniscient Cult and made a big mistake of which she knew nothing.

Wei Xinyi sneered.

He skillfully pulled out a tiny glass tube from under his tongue, about the size of a disposable eye drops bottle.

It was filled with a black and red sticky liquid.

Wei Xinyi looked at the liquid with fanaticism in his eyes, and he chanted:

"The Lord of the Earth, the All-Knowing and All-Powerful,

I offer you my whole body and soul.

Grant me true knowledge,

The power to control...”

As he chanted, a complex black mark appeared between his eyebrows, with overlapping eyes in the triangle, staring in all directions, like the eyes of countless flies flying around, which was chilling.

Bubbles seemed to be bubbling from the surface of the liquid in his hand.

After Wei Xinyi finished reading, he opened the glass tube and carefully dripped the liquid into his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him was synchronized with the scarlet mistletoe in Rong Lele's hand.

He saw Rong Lele got on the bus with a stern face, then sat down and closed his eyes to rest.

The bus is bumpy and is the worst means of transportation in the empire. Even ordinary white-collar workers are reluctant to ride it. They would rather spend a few dozen dollars more to take the maglev train.

Poor bastard, Wei Xinyi despised him in his heart. His perspective was now like the mistletoe, shaking along with the bumps of the car where Rong Lele was sitting at the rear.

It was shaking like one of those old-time handheld video cameras, and it made him feel like vomiting.

Wei Xinyi complained in his heart, wondering how he would torture Rong Lele after her brain was parasitized so that she would return the torture to him.

Then the woman suddenly stood up.

The car stopped and Rong Lele got out.

Wei Xinyi became alert. Something was wrong. It was still ten stops away from Rong’s house.

He narrowed his eyes and stared closely at Rong Lele in the picture. Could it be that this woman had discovered...

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Rong Lele got off the bus. The stop was called "Rongyuan Road", which was the center of the old city of Chengdu.

There used to be a bustling pedestrian street with billboards hung high at both ends. The more conspicuous the location, the more expensive the rent, sometimes costing tens of thousands of yuan a month.

This is just a billboard. As for shops, the monthly rent for a shop in a good location starts at 20 yuan, which is more than an average person can save in ten years of working.

But since the pollution incident two years ago, the old town has become a severely polluted area.

The government organized the evacuation of all residents who were second-class citizens and above to safe areas. For those third-class and fourth-class citizens who rented here, the government provided them with refuge caves that were converted from underground railways.

Once the fog spreads, everyone hide underground until it is blown away by the air flow.

The Imperial Parliament promised that one day everyone would be relocated to safe areas and would no longer have to hide from the fog.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that the polluted fog is spreading year by year, and the safe area is shrinking. It can’t even accommodate so many people now, so how can we talk about one day?

One day when all the people outside the wall are dead, maybe this promise will come true. Pessimistic people graffiti it on the wall, which is a desperate and useless resistance of the lower class.

In short, the prosperity on the ground seemed to have evaporated overnight.

Without the nourishment of human popularity, the reinforced concrete buildings quickly became desolate. Now the windows in this area have fallen off and are hanging on the window frames, and the outer walls are extremely mottled.

The place where Rong Lele got off the car was next to a high wall.

Looking around, the high silver walls stretch across the old city area with a wasteland feel like a giant dragon.

The high wall was built after the pollution came, and it has special devices on it to block the pollution fog.

It became the dividing line between the higher classes and the rats.

Rong Lele walked through the huge wall step by step and headed towards Anju Grocery Store outside the wall.

It is said that the owner of this shop, Mr. An, had set up a stall on the pedestrian street for more than ten years, fighting wits and courage with the urban management every night, and finally saved a small sum of money to return to his hometown for retirement.

As a result, two years ago, I heard that a convenience store here was being sold at a low price, a bargain price, a heartbreaking price.

Of course he couldn't help it, thinking that a store in such a location was the goose that laid golden eggs, so he would accept it even if the store was haunted.

A week after taking over the store, pollution came and the former owner happily moved into a newly planned area with a central garden, a place where first-class citizens had to use connections to live in.

Boss An, who could have moved back to his hometown to live a peaceful life, actually exchanged his life savings for a horrible shop. Even the fool who saw this would have to call him teacher.

What can I do? File a lawsuit? Break the contract? Of course not.

As mentioned above, pollution is a disaster for all mankind. Disasters are like heavy snow, snowflakes fall on everyone's shoulders, it's just a matter of how much.

He could only swallow his anger and couldn't bear to leave the store, so he insisted on keeping it open.

We have opened up supply channels to sell goods to residents in polluted areas, and hide underground when fog comes.

Rong Lele walked through the high wall step by step, and she could vaguely see the "Anju" sign outside the wall.

The boss knows her and she often comes here because, except for organic food, everything else in this store is more than half the price of what you’ll find inside the city.

Rong Lele waved her hand, and her right hand seemed to touch the wall.

Sizzling——sizzling——

Wei Xinyi's bloodshot eyes showed signs of burns. He quickly closed his eyes and cursed:

"What a poor bastard!!! You have to go to a polluted area to buy something cheap!!! You can't even afford the coffin board!!!"