My game style is different

The night is dark tonight, dark clouds block the moonlight, and the room is silent and dark.

Ji An's eyes widened, but he could only see a blurry black shadow. His fingertips seemed to still have a cold and sticky touch. Under the great fear, his emotions calmed down strangely.

This is the subconscious reaction of heart disease for many years. You can't exercise, don't panic, and keep a stable mood.

His slender fingers rubbed the cup wall, and Ji Ran, beside him, was sleeping soundly, as if immersed in a sweet dream, he leaned against the bed without saying a word, due to the darkness, his vision was so confused that he couldn't find the focus.

On the contrary, someone at the bedside could clearly see all his little movements.

"Really don't want to drink?" The man chuckled, bent over to cover the back of the young man's hand, and squeezed it twice affectionately, "I was thirsty just now, why have I changed my mind now?"

Ji An: "... who are you?"

"I told you, is there a reward?"

"what do you want?"

As soon as Ji An asked the question, he felt bad. Based on his views on this broken game, he would definitely hear something out of morals again.Sure enough, the man sat beside him, looked down at him, and said in a sweet and lingering voice, "I want you."

Ji An: "..." Don't ask, asking is just a machine with no emotion.

"Will you agree? You definitely won't agree." After he finished asking himself, he turned to another question, "...you suddenly appeared, aren't you afraid?"

"Since you know that others will be afraid, why do you still do this?"

"..."

The young man complained without hesitation: "Bad taste."

Ji An's attitude was too natural and frank, which made the man a little at a loss. After holding back for a long time, he finally uttered a word: "...Sorry."

"Okay, I forgive you." Ji An drank half a glass of water, put the glass back on the bedside table, lay back on the bed and waved his hands, "I'm sleepy, good night."

Man: "????" You don't want to lose face if you do this?

He asked in disbelief: "You just... fell asleep?"

"if not."

"..."

"Do you still want to talk about the stars, the moon, and poetry with me?" Ji An buried half of his face in the thin quilt, only a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were exposed, the eyes were bright and soft.

He was stunned for a moment, and asked stupidly: "Is it not possible?"

"Be sober." The young man rolled his eyes at him, pointing at the howling wind outside the house, "Today is a cloudy day, with no stars and no moon."

The man asked awkwardly: "The poems and songs——"

Ji Anchao said confidently, "I'm illiterate."

"……Oh."

Antiques from 300 years ago were illiterate in the interstellar era.Even if the background of the world is the earth generation, he said that illiterate is illiterate.

After these few words, the friends in the live broadcast room laughed like crazy.

[My God, this boss is a tough guy, right? 】

【Stupid, I actually think he's kind of pitiful, but also kind of cute, my God!Come and wake me up. 】

[After watching the live broadcast of the anchor, I think I can play "Third Era" again. 】

[Don't go upstairs, I was what you thought in the last round. After the test, you should understand when you see me here. The boss on the opposite side is extremely cruel. 】

[Newly edited micro-movie, beautiful mermaid Gong & slag wave anchor Shou, please watch more~]

【Fuck, sister upstairs, cut another ghost attack video. Wow, a friend of mine said he wanted to watch it. 】

[To be honest, I also have a friend. 】

[Creating friends out of thin air 2333. 】

In the last live broadcast, the BOSS favored Ji An a lot, and his wholehearted posting made many netizens very excited, but after all, he is a new anchor, so even if he finds it incredible, he guesses that the mermaid BOSS may be in estrus and must find a partner, nothing. special.

However this time...

Supernatural copy, estrus?Ha, when will ghosts have a estrus period?The ghost boss continued to post, watching Wen (chi) Xin (han) waiting on the bedside, serving tea and water, and wanted to chat with the host about life.

Among countless anchors struggling to survive, he is the most eye-catching cub.

Ji An's last live broadcast was edited by a small number of fans. Everyone couldn't stop eating the cruel and sweet CP line. When they heard it was the BOSS in "The Third Era", everyone couldn't help it. Impossible.

The external flow is drained, and the internal is powerful enough.

With the rewards from the fans and the curious onlookers, Ji An's live broadcast room gradually moved upwards at a constant speed. At first it was the third page, and then it hit the top of the second page.

After this bedside conversation, another climax ushered in, rushing directly to the end of the first page.

The traffic on the first page and the second page is completely different. Most of the people who watch the live broadcast either look at the homepage. If there is nothing they like on the homepage, they will go to the frequency division to find it.

After choosing the genre you like, most of the anchors on the first page are strong, and they directly divide the traffic by 90.00%.

Only the last ten percent are left to continue turning the page.

After entering the first page, the traffic flooded in. Many viewers saw that the anchor was good-looking, and they first gave a wave of rewards, and the income of the live broadcast backstage increased sharply.

***

After Ji An woke up, if he didn't see that the cup on the bedside table was half empty, he would have thought he was dreaming. He rubbed his temples, and he already had a guess about the person from last night in his heart.

After washing up, as usual, I went downstairs to eat with Ji Ran.

At the dinner table this time, He Yusen didn't come, but He Yuning, who hadn't seen him for a day, went downstairs.The child was still as thin and thin, dressed in white like ice and snow.

Perhaps it was an inference from last night that Song Changxi and the others were observing the child in the dark.

He Yuning sat in He Yusen's seat, sipping breakfast, his expressionless face softened a lot after seeing Ji An, he bent the corners of his lips, and whispered, "An An."

Ji An rubbed his head without changing his expression, like a good brother who loves his younger brother: "How is your body?"

He nodded slowly: "I'm fine."

"That's good."

Ji An withdrew his hand and stroked his fingertips. It was hot, wasn't it a ghost?

At 25:[-] in the morning, it was obviously summer, but it was gloomy outside the house, and there was not enough light in the room.He Zhiyuan was wearing a silver-gray suit, and his complexion was a bit uglier than yesterday.

Cheng Meiyun was still wearing heavy makeup, she couldn't see her face clearly, and she was dressed fashionable, as if she was going to a party anytime.

He Yuwen didn't come for breakfast.

Ji An drank the milk from his mouth, and whispered to He Yuning in a low voice: "Why didn't your elder brother come today? Is he feeling unwell?"

"Brother's mouth hurts, and his stomach hurts too." He Yuning said cute words, but his white jade-like face was full of indifference, "An An asked these questions because he cared about him and did he like him?"

Ji An: "...It's about concern."

Even if He Yusen was a ghost, he didn't hurt him; if the guess was wrong, he wasn't, He Yusen was kind to him, barely a friend.

"Don't like it?"

Ji An shook his head.

"Then An An likes me." The child looked up at the young man, with a warm smile in his light pink eyes, "When I grow up, An An will be with me."

Ji An: "..."

The eavesdroppers: "..."

I suspect that everyone is not playing the same game every day, and I feel so tired.

Ji Ran's expression was even more complicated. He looked at Ji An hesitantly for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back: "...Brother, is this the pure brotherhood in your mouth?"

Ji An was silent for three seconds, and said forcefully: "...I am very pure."

"…Oh."

The breakfast didn't take long. After the meal, except for He Yuning, the He family disappeared again. Everyone was used to it. The five of them gathered together according to yesterday's agreement.

Chang Ru was half lying on the sofa, a little unhappy: "Sitting here, I can't pass the level."

Ji An was still thinking about He Yusen's illness. The toothache was fine, but if he had abdominal pain... he probably needed to go to the hospital. If it was appendicitis, it would be painful.

Thinking of He Yusen, the first thing that popped up in Ji An's mind was the man's white to sickly arms, the black blood vessels were clearly visible, weird and gorgeous, with a special sense of beauty.

etc!Something flashed in Ji An's mind.

He looked at He Yuning and asked in a low voice, "Your brother's mouth hurts...why does it hurt?"

He Yuning raised his head and opened his mouth, revealing a row of neat and lovely deciduous teeth. He pointed to the gums: "This place is all swollen, and there is still blood coming out."

"In this case, getting angry is quite serious." Ji Ran rubbed his chin, "It's a pity that the road is closed, so I can't take medicine."

"No, it's not getting angry." Ji An looked serious, "The thing Song Changxi found upstairs yesterday must be mercury."

Song Changxi nodded, his eyes widened suddenly: "You mean—"

"Mercury poisoning."

"People with mercury poisoning will suffer from mental weakness, insomnia, and irritable temper; later, their gums will swell and bleed easily, and their hands will tremble at the same time." Ji An searched the Internet, "Some people will also experience abdominal pain..."

So far, He Yusen's appearance is completely consistent with mercury poisoning.

"We have to go up and have a look." Ji An put the phone back in his pocket and hugged He Yuning, "Can you take us to the third floor?"

He Yuning nodded: "Okay."

At this moment, the servants were busy cleaning. Even if they noticed them, they just glanced at them and didn't say much. Under the leadership of He Yuning, they went up to the third floor smoothly.

The third floor looked more gloomy than yesterday. It took a while for Ji An to barely adjust to the dim light.

According to his memory, he walked to the door of He Yusen's room and knocked: "He Yusen, are you in?"

No one answered.

Ji An's heart sank, and he knocked on the door again, with a louder voice: "He Yusen!!!"

Still no answer.

Ji An couldn't care less about those years. He pinched the door lock and twisted it downward. The unlocked door opened. Ji An rushed in, followed by the rest of his teammates.

In the large room, the curtains are half drawn, and the dim light from outside shines into the room.

He Yusen was lying on the soft carpet. Scarlet blood flowed from behind him, staining the white-gray pajamas. He frowned slightly, with a slightly painful expression, as if he was falling into an inescapable nightmare.

The wind was howling outside, Ji An took a deep breath, held his breath, and touched the man's nose with his hand.

Not breathing.

The temperature of his body has dissipated, and it is no longer as hot as before. It feels like water that has been left for a long time, with a slight coolness.

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