Quadruple split

That year, classmate Yi Dong was ten years old

As mentioned before, Yi Dong and Mo Tan were classmates in junior high school, high school and college, and were also residents of the orphanage. Therefore, the years when the former was first brought home were the times when the two of them communicated least frequently, and Mo Tan At that time, Tan had already begun to study some knowledge and things that were far beyond his age, while Ito was in elementary school. In what Ito said now, it was the most innocent stage in his life.

All in all, Yi Dong was a relatively innocent primary school student at that time. Like many children, he had very acceptable grades, a few friends who were not close to Mo Tan Tie, and a sweet-looking girl who was a bit precocious. My female roommate lives a smooth life and gets along well with her family. The estrangement caused by being thrown into an orphanage for a few years has long since disappeared. Except for her frequent interactions with someone who is not normal, The pen pal who was once a friend and will be a gay friend in the future is just an ordinary elementary school student except for frequent communication.

Anyway, the background at that time was probably like this, and then one Sunday, Yi Dong, a young rich second generation who looked like a child on the outside but was also a child on the inside, suddenly had a whim and planned to do something.

Classmate Xiao Yi, who was widely abused by local low-age animations, planned an adventure for himself. The specific content was to sneak into his father's company and scare him. This cute and childlike plan made him excited. Didn't even sleep well.

The next day, Yidong, who had asked for sick leave in advance, pretended to go to school. Then he took a taxi on the roadside in front of the school and went straight to his father's company address. This was not difficult. He just handed over his father's business card. Just give the driver a look and it will be done easily.

An hour later, he got off the car somewhere in the city center and immediately found the building with the "Little Smart Ghost" sign on it. Classmate Yi Dong, who had no sense of shame at the time, was very happy and jumped up and down. He jumped to the ground and ran in, wanting to surprise his father.

"If you were my son"

Mo Tan crossed his legs and looked at Yi Dong with disdain, and sighed faintly: "I will lose if I can make you live to be five years old."

The latter laughed sarcastically: "Who hasn't been a naughty kid yet? How could you be better than me when you were a teenager?"

The contempt in Mo Tan's eyes became even stronger: "Are you sure you want to hear about my great achievements during my time as a Prime Minister?"

"Ahem." Yidong coughed dryly and immediately changed the topic: "Don't worry, I have finally stabilized my three views recently, and I don't want to start reconstruction work yet. Anyway, you listen to me first."

The naughty kid Ito entered his company building and then got incredibly lost!

Yes, getting lost would definitely be a daily occurrence for Mo Tan, but Yidong's sense of direction is much stronger than the former, at least reaching the level of ordinary humans, and it is still in a building. In an office building that is relatively bright but definitely not big, logically speaking, if you are overwhelmed, you can only "find the way", but

"I suspected that I might have encountered a ghost and hit a wall at that time."

Yi Dong shivered with lingering fear and said sternly to Mo Tan: "I remember what happened that day very clearly. Ever since I entered the building, I have never left the hall. There are obviously only two corridors in total, but no matter what No matter how I walked, I would end up back where I started, and I couldn't see anyone, which meant that we were not sensible at the time, but now I would be so scared that I would pee."

"oh."

Mo Tan nodded calmly: "Then what?"

"Then about half an hour later, I turned into the corridor on the left and finally didn't go back to the hall. Instead, I found a half-open iron door. It felt quite bright when I looked in from the outside. There were still things inside. There were voices."

Yi Dong pursed his lips nervously, his voice trembling a little: "I was already a little panicked at the time, and I don't know if it was an illusion. I always felt that the surrounding environment was getting colder, so after seeing the door I thought I rushed in without thinking, and guess what?"

"I don't want to guess." Mo Tan rolled his eyes, showing no intention of cooperating: "If you fart, hurry up."

Yi Dong shrugged: "Then I fainted and when I woke up, I was already in my father's office."

"If you dare to say that you just had a dream"

Mo Tan glanced at Yi Dong and said in a bad tone: "I'll take a plastic bag of fart and paste it on your ugly face."

"I did think it was just a dream at first, and adults told me so." Yidong smiled bitterly, then shook his head and said: "But after that, I had nightmares for several days in a row, all in that room, but every time Every thing is different from before. Sometimes it’s a lot of eerie and dark tablets, sometimes it’s an empty warehouse, and sometimes it’s..."

Mo Tan interrupted him with interest: "A group of hideous-looking ghosts?"

"how do you know?!"

Yidong was shocked at the time, and then shook his head hesitantly: "Actually, I can't say it's a ferocious appearance, but I do occasionally dream about a lot of vague things wandering in that room. Huh, I was only ten years old at the time. Ah, even if it’s not something that can’t be broadcast without coding, it’s enough to make people panic, right?”

"Then you turned into a coward who was afraid of ghosts?" Mo Tan looked at him with a mocking look on his face, and asked with a chuckle: "You haven't gotten rid of the shadow of that year until now?"

Yidong looked up to the sky and sighed, and said dejectedly: "That's why I don't want to tell you this. In fact, I'm not timid. I can hold everything like skeletons and zombies, but only ghosts." I can’t say I’m afraid of things like that. Well, I’m really against those things anyway.”

Mo Tan nodded with deep sympathy, and then suggested enthusiastically: "How about a couple of electric shocks?"

Yi Dong: "Huh?"

"Afraid of ghosts, oh no, it's rare to resist ghosts in games." Mo Tan looked at Yi Dong seriously, then patted his shoulder hard: "I think you may have broken up. You can no longer distinguish between games and reality. This symptom was called Internet addiction decades ago, and it can be cured by just a little electricity."

Yi Dong slapped his paw away with a look of disgust on his face: "Professor Yang's joke, isn't it, electroshock therapy? Do you think anyone will do it after that old beast was roasted by dozens of his students with a homemade electric chair? Is this how you play?”

"Yes." Mo Tan pointed at himself very naturally and said with a smile: "I really tried to make an electric shock therapy device~"

"Damn it, what did you want to do at that time?"

"I want to prove whether that thing can really help people quit psychotropic drugs."

"Eh?"

"The specific content is to first make a small and interesting web page, and then trick two good students to go there to popularize knowledge. After they are deeply poisoned, we will use the 'therapeutic device' to educate them about love. In this way, we can easily obtain first-hand data. "

"To be honest, I think you are the one who needs education, and then what?"

"Then the therapeutic device was smashed by me as soon as it was made. I also replaced the "On Protracted War Series" on the website with the real "On Protracted War Series". The two children ended up going to the military academy. Occasionally he would send me two greeting cards or something during the holidays.”

After Mo Tan finished speaking, he sighed with sadness: "Why do you think I'm so useless?"

Yi Dong's face was expressionless: "Do I know those two people?"

Mo Tan shook his head: "I don't know."

Yi Dong continued to be expressionless: "Does that mean you did this when you were in elementary school?"

Mo Tan nodded: "Yes, yes."

Yi Dong remained expressionless: "So what exactly are you dissatisfied with in this world?"

"Tsk, don't talk nonsense, I'm satisfied with this world~"

Mo Tan smacked his lips, and then finally put aside the topic of electroshock therapy, and continued to ask Yi Dong: "So you don't like to use 'to attract ghosts' because you are ashamed of your ancestral craftsmanship and suffered from psychological shadow in your childhood. 'Skill-based?"

"It's the spirit summoning system." Yi Dong weakly corrected, and said with a haggard mind: "Anyway, there may be some reasons for this. I always feel that I must have touched something unclean that day, otherwise my mother wouldn't be able to I beat my dad so hard that night, and those who didn’t know thought they were playing SM."

Mo Tan immediately followed up leisurely: "How do you know they are not really playing SM?"

Yi Dong's expression froze, and then he continued as if he hadn't heard anything: "My family said that I fell asleep in the tea room on the first floor, but I didn't see any tea room at all that day, and they saw me after I woke up. There is something wrong with his expression, and I can’t tell you the details, but dad and grandpa must be hiding something from me.”

"Insufficient evidence." Mo Tan whistled absently and spread his hands: "Are there any other details worth noting?"

Unexpectedly, Yi Dong actually nodded: "Yes, after that I had a low fever for half a month. When I went out for a walk in the first few days, I saw two old men without a shadow. In that room in the dream All the details are very clear.”

Mo Tan took out a small blue bottle and took a sip: "That can prove something."

"I don't want to prove anything!" Yi Dong shook his head with pain in his face and said with empty eyes, "I don't believe there are any monsters in this world."

"You just said that you might have touched something unclean."

"That's what I say, and that's what you listen to."

"roll."

"Ahem, but all joking aside, I still have a vivid memory of that incident." Yidong wiped away the cold sweat with lingering fear, then put his hand into his bag: "And the most important thing is, alas, you still have Do you remember when I suddenly got a bunch of system rewards a few days ago?"

Mo Tan nodded: "Remember, didn't you send me a message to brag about it at that time?"

"I turned over this when I was sorting things out later. It was the item reward given to me by the system that day." Yi Dong took out a black wooden sign about 20 centimeters long and waved it in front of Mo Tan: "It turned out that this is called The props of [Unnamed Tablet] are exactly the same as the tablet I saw in that room when I was dreaming about it when I was a child. I panicked at that time.”

Mo Tan rolled his eyes: "Maybe it's just the 'exact same' thing you made up in your head. Things in dreams are inherently ambiguous. Don't tell me that's why I didn't use those system-rewarded skills before. "

"Not entirely, maybe it's because I'm more resistant in my heart. Anyway, I didn't subconsciously think about myself attracting ghosts."

Yi Dong laughed sarcastically, then stood up and stretched: "Just take it as a joke, but don't tell others."

"I have no time to tell others that a friend of mine hit a ghost when he was a child?"

Mo Tan glanced at his gay friend with disdain, and stood up unsteadily: "Then you really think too much. In short, you don't have any psychological shadow now, right?"

"It should be fine. Killing you gives me a great sense of accomplishment and joy." Yidong shook his head with a smile, then scratched his chin in confusion: "Speaking of which, I use those skills Although it was particularly bad when I was doing it, it was inexplicably smooth and easy to use. Whether it was phosphorus, banshee or the last two ghost beasts, I always felt that I could find the perfect solution even if I didn’t think about anything. Use them at the right time and they can actually kill you in the end.”

Mo Tan nodded: "To use a more popular term, it is honey self-confidence."

"Whatever you say~"

Yidong shook his neck, put the tablet in his hand back into his bag, turned around and walked towards the door of the preparation room: "Okay, the fighting is over, I'll go first."

"Who told you the fight was over?"

Mo Tan's voice came from behind Yi Dong: "Come on, set the battle venue to [town], don't touch the other options, let's do it again."

"Again?" Yidong turned around in confusion, shook his head and said: "I didn't hit you. If I hit you again now, the gap will only be bigger. Even if I change the venue, it will be useless. You might as well find someone first." Time gives me the level. Why are you changing clothes so quickly?"

Mo Tan casually pulled up his mask and replied absently: "There is no need to 'take off' and 'put on' when changing large equipment in a place like this, you are so stupid."

In addition to still wearing the same face, his equipment at this moment is actually completely different from before.

The black one-shoulder cloak was replaced by a long dark green scarf that hangs straight down to the waist. The metal light armor on his body became a dark brown tight-fitting leather armor. A ferocious-looking iron heavy crossbow hung on the back. There is a belt buckled at the waist and chest respectively, which is covered with crystal test tubes filled with liquids of different colors. Most of the face is hidden under a black mask, with only a pair of smiling eyes exposed.

"Don't you think the way I fought just now was a bit unconventional~"

Mo Tan, who had a new look, smiled, and two slender daggers were spinning briskly between his fingers: "How about you try a more mainstream one this time?"

Chapter 283: End