I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Day 110 of land reclamation

Feng Huai opened his eyes suddenly, subconsciously took a deep breath, and sat up from the back of the chair.

"What's the matter, Mr. Feng?" Zuo Zongxin, who was sitting in the passenger cab, heard the movement behind him, turned his head and asked.

Feng Huai took a look at where he was - in a strange car that was driving slowly.

Hearing the question from the person in front of him, he looked over, faced a familiar face, was silent for a second or two, and then replied softly: "It's okay."

Zuo Zongxin turned his head when he heard the words, and said casually: "The traffic jam in the city center is really fatal."

He asked the driver: "Little Tang, how long will it take for us to arrive at the hotel?"

The driver Xiao Tang replied: "There seems to be a traffic accident near the Don Juan Garden Hotel. There are red lines all around. It may take half an hour."

Zuo Zongxin frowned when he heard the words, but he didn't say much, he just said to Feng Huai: "Mr. Feng, there is a traffic jam on the road, and you still have half an hour to get to the hotel, why don't you take a rest first."

"Ah."

Feng Huai still uttered a word indifferently, Zuo Zongxin saw this and didn't say anything more.

Feng Huai propped his chin up and looked out the window, slowly recalling where he was going and what he was doing now, that person looked familiar just now.

For Feng Huai, the events of this world already happened more than half a year ago.

It took him a while to sort it out, and he remembered that the man sitting in the co-pilot was the leader of a faction called the Qing Gang in the city of Qucheng, and at this moment, he was on his way to a hotel.

Feng Huai's incense shop in the suburbs was smashed by a subordinate of the Qing Gang, and the leader of the Qing Gang happened to owe him a favor, so he simply redecorated the small building and the surrounding land for him.

During this time, he stayed in the most luxurious landmark hotel in Qucheng, the penthouse suite of Don Juan Garden Hotel.

Feng Huai really wanted to contact Yu Ci immediately, wondering if Yu Ci had also returned.

At that time, the broken cross in his hand was suddenly wiped out because he couldn't bear the force of the thunder, and he himself lost consciousness soon, and didn't notice the prompt that the dungeon was over from the system.

It wasn't until he woke up suddenly and found himself back in reality that he was sure he had completed the copy.

But he didn't know what happened to Yu Ci and the others.

It's a pity that neither of them has any contact information with each other, and they can't be contacted at all. Feng Huai doesn't even know which university Yu Ci teaches at.

It was only now that Feng Huai realized that every time he contacted, Yu Ci took the initiative to come to his incense shop to wait for him.

The road to the hotel was a bit crowded, and I didn't finish half of the journey after driving for nearly 10 minutes.

"It's usually not that congested, and today just happened to happen." The driver Xiao Tang said, he turned on the radio in the car, listened to the real-time news of the surrounding road conditions, and heard in the news that——

"At [-]:[-] p.m., a series of eight-vehicle collisions occurred on the street of the Don Juan Garden Hotel. The roads around the hotel are currently congested. It is recommended that urban residents take a detour."

The driver Xiao Tang took a deep breath: "Tsk, it's not common for eight cars to collide in a row."

Zuo Zongxin glanced at the driver: "What do you want to say? Drive your car well."

Xiao Tang touched the tip of his nose: "How about this, I'll drive around to the back door of the hotel, so as not to get stuck in the hotel door and get in."

"Okay." Zuo Zongxin nodded in agreement.

However, just as Xiao Tang was about to turn right and drive towards the street at the hotel's back door, a small rear-end collision occurred in the right lane. Although it was not serious, it also frustrated the plan to go through the hotel's back door.

Xiao Tang had no choice but to turn the steering wheel and return to the main road.

"Somewhere, it seems that we are forced to take this road." The driver said superstitiously.

Zuo Zongxin rolled his eyes: "Don't talk like a ghost. Taking this road doesn't mean that you will crash."

"I also

Didn't say there was going to be a car crash... No, bah bah, boss, pay attention, don't talk nonsense in the car! "The driver Xiao Tang said in awe.

Zuo Zongxin: "..."

Feng Huai looked out of the car window and didn't join in the chatter in the front row.

The car slowly drove into the main road in front of the Don Juan Garden Hotel like a snail, and the accident site where eight cars collided was on the opposite side of the lane they were driving.

When driving past, I could still see several cars that hadn't been pulled away, all of which were deformed by the collision, especially the few small cars caught in the middle, which were crushed to only half of their original size.

There was blood all over the floor, dripping from the pried open car door.

Several corpses fell on the ground in a haphazard manner, some were pulled away, and some were only covered with a layer of white cloth in time, and a corner was lifted when the wind blew it.

Even Zuo Zongxin couldn't help but close his eyes a little when he saw it.

"This is really... too miserable..." the driver Xiao Tang couldn't help but said.

Zuo Zongxin didn't talk to Feng Huai, he turned his head and glanced at Feng Huai, only to see Feng Huai's face turned slightly pale, but he was still looking out of the window.

He frowned slightly when he saw this, even a person like him who was rolling on the tip of a knife felt a little uncomfortable seeing such a bloody scene, let alone Mr. Feng?

Zuo Zongxin said: "Mr. Feng, we are almost there."

Feng Huai responded, looked away, and ignored the two victims of the car accident who were sticking to the car window with their heads cracked and kept shouting at him.

Those two ghosts probably didn't realize that they were dead, they just kept trying to stop every passing car, trying to get a ride to the hospital.

Feng Huai let out a sigh of relief, for some reason, he found that he didn't seem to resist seeing these things as much as before.

The driver sent them to the main entrance of Don Juan Garden Hotel, and Zuo Zongxin walked into the hotel with Feng Huai.

"The elevator will automatically recognize the black bracelet-style room card you wear on your wrist. You live in a suite on the top floor. If you take the elevator here, you can go directly to your suite." Zuo Zongxin explained briefly at the elevator door, "I won't go up with you. I wish you a pleasant stay. If you have any questions, you can contact me. You are welcome. The Green Gang is happy to make friends with you."

Feng Huai looked at him and nodded slightly: "Goodbye."

Zuo Zongxin choked slightly, he said so much, just these two words?That's it?

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Feng Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly realized that he was being rude, so he said again: "Thank you."

Zuo Zongxin: "..." Forget it.

"Goodbye." He replied dryly, striding towards the hotel lobby.

Feng Huai walked into the elevator, and sure enough, the elevator directly recognized the identity information on his bracelet, and sent him directly to his destination without him having to choose the number of floors.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the porch of the suite was directly opposite.

Feng Huai threw his luggage on the ground, called Tian Xiaofeng, and asked his clerk to pay attention to whether the handsome guy who came a few days ago came again, and if he did, give him his contact number.

Tian Xiaofeng said "hey" several times in surprise on the other end of the phone. She has been working with the boss for almost a year, and she has never seen the boss take the initiative like this.

However, Feng Huai didn't give Tian Xiaofeng much time to react, so he hung up the phone and went straight into the bathroom.

Slightly scalding hot water flowed out of the faucet. Feng Huai took off his clothes—even though they were clean, but he always felt psychologically that he hadn’t cleaned himself up much in months—and walked into the steaming room. in the shower room.

More than half an hour later, he came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a wine red bathrobe inside, and stepped on thin white cotton slippers, water dripped from the tip of his hair and rolled into his collarbone.

The phone rang at the right time, Feng Huai glanced at it, and ignored the strange call.

The bell rang tirelessly until it automatically hung up, and then rang again after half a minute.

Feng Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Feng Huai." Yu Ci's voice sounded on the other end of the phone, "It's me."

Feng Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and sure enough Yu Ci also came back, so the others should be safe as well.

Moreover, he guessed right, Yu Ci really went to the incense shop to look for him immediately.

Looking at the phone, Feng Huai slightly raised his eyebrows.

"I went to your place and asked your clerk, she said..." Yu Ci paused, and asked Feng Huai, "You moved?"

Feng Huai responded, knowing about the incident with the Qingbang some time ago, he replied: "The small buildings and shops need to be renovated, and the Qingbang simply arranged for me to move to a hotel temporarily, anyway, someone paid for it."

"You don't worry about what those people are trying to do to you." Yu Ci sighed helplessly.

After hesitating for a second, he tentatively asked, "I'm coming to you now?"

"Okay." Feng Huai responded quickly this time.

He paused, seemed to feel that he answered too quickly, licked his lips, and said with an excuse: "Bring something to eat, I'm a little hungry."

Yu Ci smiled: "Okay."

Feng Huai's ears burned from Yu Ci's laughter, so he simply hung up the phone.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the people and cars underneath turned into ants, and those disturbed ghosts could not float to such a high place. He let out a breath, sat back on the sofa after a long while, and turned on the TV.

A talent show was being broadcast on the TV program, and the C position of the camera was given to a girl Feng Huai knew very well.

He raised his eyebrows, it was Xie Yu.

The shining girls on the stage are confident and youthful, and there are enthusiastic and screaming fans waving fluorescent sticks off the stage.

He heard the host ask: "Xie Yu, may I ask what you want to say when you are standing on the stage at this moment, the most popular player who debuted as the C position?"

Xie Yu seemed to have not recovered, she held the microphone handed by the host, and said after a while: "I am so happy to see you, it is good to be alive."

The smile on the host's face froze, the first half of the sentence was understandable, but the second half?

Feng Huai sat on the sofa and let out a soft laugh. Obviously this guy just came back, so it should be out of genuine feelings.

The finals were broadcast live, and there was no way to find someone to cut out the second half of the sentence, so the host had to improvise and said: "Did Xie Yu think of his relatives on the hospital bed and suddenly feel emotional? Is he performing on stage?" What good news have you received before?"

Xie Yu blinked, and was silent for a while as if he didn't react.

The host immediately went on talking to himself: "It's really great, congratulations to Xie Yu for receiving two great news today! This is the finale of the I-type I show broadcast under the title of Wanchai Wharf , Thank you viewers and friends..."

Feng Huai changed the channel, and the next program was a gourmet program, talking about Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot.

Feng Huai stared at the red bottom of the pot and the beautifully textured meat slices, and suddenly realized that the excuse he made before was no longer an excuse, he was really hungry.

Not long after, Feng Huai received a call from room service, asking him to confirm whether there was a visitor named Yu Ci. After Feng Huai confirmed, he heard the sound of the elevator on the other side of the porch, and the number on the electronic screen showed that he had arrived in the lobby floor.

Yu Ci took the elevator up, and when the elevator door opened, he saw Feng Huai wearing a wine-red bathrobe and white slippers, standing in front of him, with his skirt half-opened, revealing a small piece of porcelain-white chest.

Yu Ci quickly looked away, raised the food in his hand, coughed lightly and said, "I brought food here."

Feng Huai took it over, seeing that Yu Ci still didn't look at him, raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

"what?"

"I've been hiding from my sight," Feng Huai said.

Yu Ci paused, then moved his gaze up slowly, and looked at Feng Huai: "Although I am a professor with exemplary moral standards, I think you can pull on your bathrobe properly. And, please tell me, You have clothes on underneath."

At the end of his speech, his voice became hoarse and low.

Feng Huai looked down at Yu Ci's fiery gaze, and immediately wrapped his bathrobe tightly.