I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Land reclamation No.19 days·Second game

There are still two full days before entering the next game.

Feng Huai planned to go out for a walk.

After waking up yesterday, I have been moving around in this two-story private house, without any sense of reality in another real world.

Opening the bead curtain leading to the stairs on the second floor, I saw that the shop assistant girl I saw yesterday had already come to work early.

"Morning boss." Tian Xiaofeng waved to Feng Huai with a smile, "It's rare to see the boss come out so early."

Feng Huai nodded, opened the shop door and walked out.

What hits the nostrils is the aroma of breakfast on the small stall in the morning.

Deep-fried dough sticks, tofu flowers, pan-fried noodles, small wontons, egg pancakes... Wrapped in aroma, Feng Huai was instantly surrounded.

Feng Huai bought an egg pancake and took it in his hand, eating it while walking.In my impression, Emperor Fenghuai seemed to have bought such snacks only a long time ago when he passed by such a small vendor.

"Hey, isn't this the little boss of the incense shop? It's really strange to see people coming out during the day." The aunt who was frying fried dough sticks shouted, and then said, "Come on, the paper house you made for my old man last time, old man Give me a dream, saying that the place where I live now is bright and spacious."

Feng Huai raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, probably it wasn't because of the aunt who thought about it every day and dreamed at night.

The fried dough stick lady wrapped two fried dough sticks and stuffed them into Feng Huai's hands without any explanation.

"Ah, yes, I also dreamed about the Ming clothes I asked the little boss to bring me last time. I said that I wore them to be warm and not cloudy at all! The little boss can really carry things to the end!" After speaking, he stuffed Feng Huai with a bowl of hot salted bean curd.

Feng Huai was stunned for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, his hands were soon filled with snacks brought by others, and they were still hanging on his wrists, which seemed a bit embarrassing and funny at first glance.

All of them said that they bought incense from his family, got a dream, and came to thank the little boss.

Feng Huai blinked his eyes, feeling a little curious in his heart, can "he" really go down to the Underworld Mansion, and bring ghost objects to the dead souls who have not entered reincarnation?

He was distracted in thinking, and walked back slowly towards his own store, when he heard an indistinct laughter coming from in front of him.

Feng Huai looked up and saw that there was no one else except Yu Ci.

"Why are you here again?" Feng Huai raised one eyebrow.

Yu Ci pushed open the small door of the incense shop for him in a gentlemanly manner, and said, "If I don't come, you won't be able to eat all the breakfast you have prepared."

Feng Huai twitched the corners of his mouth: "The skin is thicker than the city wall. Who said that I will share these things with you?"

Yu Ci looked at Feng Huai innocently, and before he could say anything, he heard Tian Xiaofeng rushing to the store, sighing in a low voice, "As expected of a little boss, he went out and brought back so much food."

She said and looked at Feng Huai: "It must be a gift from those uncles and aunts, right?"

Feng Huai replied helplessly, he couldn't help the enthusiastic stall owner on the outside breakfast street.

"Hey, thanks to the little boss, every time I go to buy breakfast, the uncle and aunt will count me a fraction less." Tian Xiaofeng said.

She looked at Yu Ci again, and explained: "The prices of these things sold in our small boss's store are conscientious, and no one can deceive anyone. They have agreed to buy them. The old ladies outside are all old customers of our boss."

Feng Huai pinched the bridge of his nose with some headaches, which sounded somewhat weird.

"Eat, eat." He interrupted the little girl and put the breakfast on the table.

Yu Ci sat down politely and joined the breakfast dinner.

The three of them sat around the small table, Tian Xiaofeng felt that it had been a long time since there was such a quiet and peaceful morning, and it was as rare as the little boss getting up early.

Hearing this, Feng Huai looked at Tian Xiaofeng curiously, but as the person concerned, it was not suitable for him to ask.

He gave Yu Ci his gaze, motioning for him to ask.

"What's it like usually?" Yu Ci asked Feng Huai's hint.

Tian Xiaofeng swallowed a mouthful of fritters: "Those who are urging to sign the resale contract will come to the door in turn to find the little boss."

"Resale contract?" Feng Huai poked Yu Ci on the arm, and then asked again.

Tian Xiaofeng looked at Feng Huai, wondering if he could tell others about it.

Feng Huai pretended to give him a look of acquiescence.

Tian Xiaofeng said: "Isn't the boss's store next to the cemetery? In recent months, the cemetery is planning to expand, so I want to buy the place of the little boss."

"It doesn't matter if you don't sell it. The land deed was still a contract. There was a loophole. The legal affairs at the cemetery took advantage of the loophole. If we can't pay the full amount to buy out this land in the next two months, this land The place will be forcibly confiscated." Tian Xiaofeng sighed, and the fried sticks in his hand were no longer fragrant.

Feng Huai slightly narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

The value of this place to him is not only because of the forgotten memories upstairs, but also because of the letter that has no text.

He had a strong hunch that the letter was just the beginning, like a mystery to be solved, first throwing bricks to attract jade, and then slowly throwing out more clues.

If this place is expropriated by the cemetery, then those letters and mysteries will have nowhere to go.

What's more, when he heard that the small building was going to be confiscated, he felt a strong feeling of reluctance. He thought, no matter which "he" it was, he would try his best to keep the small building.

"How much is the full amount?" Yu Ci asked,

Tian Xiaofeng said: "I heard from the boss before that there must be more than 600 million, right? How can you afford to sell these incense sticks? It's better to hope to win the Liu-he-lottery."

Yu Ci said lightly: "It may not be unaffordable, maybe the little boss still has a small coffer of his own."

Tian Xiaofeng looked at Feng Huai with wide eyes upon hearing the words.

Feng Huai twitched the corner of his mouth, he didn't even know how much money he had on him.

"Your little boss and I went upstairs to discuss something, you can continue to eat and look at the shop." Yu Ci stood up and said.

Tian Xiaofeng nodded in response, and after watching Yu Ci take the little boss's arm upstairs, he realized belatedly that Yu Ci's tone and attitude just now were more like a boss.

Tian Xiaofeng scratched the back of her head, no matter what, she still hoped that the boss's small shop could be kept.

"Why are you dragging me upstairs?" Feng Huai asked.

"About money." Yu Ci said, "Actually, the [game] attracts so many players, a large part of the reason is that the gains in the [game] can be reflected in the real world."

"I think you should already know about 'Popularity Accumulation' and 'Reward', these two functions are not available in the novice guide dungeon, but in every subsequent game, these two functions will be related to you It is closely related to their income," Yu Ci said.

“[The game] will open a live broadcast interface, and every player who enters it will have his own live broadcast view, and the viewers of the live broadcast will come from other planes, and they will gradually focus on a certain game player’s view according to the progress of the game. From the perspective of the live broadcast, this will form the 'popularity accumulation' when the final game is settled."

"To put it simply, it's more like the number of viewers. The accumulated popularity of [-] points can be exchanged for [-] real currency, or a point, but it cannot be reversed."

"As for the 'reward', just as you think, the audience will choose to give virtual exchange popularity coins, and may also give physical props of related planes. These can be exchanged for use in the real world, or converted into real world currency—on the premise of not interfering with the operation of the main core of this world.”

Feng Huai nodded thoughtfully: "That is to say, in the next game, as long as you play well enough, you will have money to buy a house?"

"Yeah." Yu Ci nodded slightly, although he didn't think that the accumulated popularity after one game could be exchanged for a small building.

Feng Huai asked, "What about you? Playing so many games, how much money did you earn?"

Yu Ci paused, called up his homepage interface, and chose to share it with Feng Huai.

The cumulative amount of popularity is only a pitiful 18 points.

Feng Huai twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Yu Ci: "Is there not much audience?"

"A lot."

That means being diverted and unable to compete with other players.

"It shouldn't be... just this face, even if you play well, you should be able to have some popularity." Feng Huai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yu Ci.

Yu Ci's eyelids twitched slightly: "I am your novice guide." Can rookie players be someone else's novice guide?Must not be qualified.

"Yeah." Feng Huai nodded casually.

A novice dungeon is easy after all.He thought in his heart, it seems that the difficulty of the next game will increase by leaps and bounds, and Yu Ci can't bear it.

Yu Ci: "..." There is no way to argue.

He couldn't have the cheek to tell Feng Huai that he was very powerful, the kind who could make people hug their thighs and lie down to win.

Feng Huai soon had a goal - earn him 60 popularity first.

……

Day three in the real world.

Feng Huai met what Tian Xiaofeng called a "debt collector", a skinny man in a cheap suit who looked like a bamboo pole, and came with a stack of official papers, followed by two or three people who looked like street gangsters.

Tian Xiaofeng bit the bullet and came out from the front desk. Just as he was about to meet him, Feng Huai stopped him.

"Sit back." Feng Huai said.

Tian Xiaofeng was a little surprised: "Hey little boss?"

Feng Huai stood at the door, not intending to let anyone in.

"Are you the owner of this shop? Are you finally willing to show your face today?" Shouzhugan asked arrogantly, raising his head, hinting at the two street gangsters behind him, "Today next month is the deadline. I'm warning you, if you don't move out and stay here, I'll have someone smash your little shop."

The two street gangsters stood forward, with big arms and round waists, each of them was as wide as two Feng Huai.

Feng Huai gave a short laugh: "Smash my shop? Come in first and try."

The thin bamboo pole choked, and he came to the door several times to speak harshly. The first time he encountered the place where he was beaten back, he immediately became a little frustrated, and patted the two gangsters: "You two show him some color!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them were about to squeeze into the small shop, but in the next second, they were thrown out by an irresistible force.

No one realized what happened, they saw the two strong men being thrown out of the incense shop, one more dazed than the other, with expressions on their faces as if they had hit a ghost.

Feng Huai closed the glass door, squinted at the thin bamboo pole which was stunned in place, let out a snort, and saw the thin bamboo pole suddenly jumped back as if awakened from a start.

Tian Xiaofeng looked at Feng Huai with admiration and surprise on his face, and quietly clapped his hands together: "Wow, little boss, what was that hand just now? It's like Tai Chi Kung Fu! With a push of the hand, the two big fat guys were thrown out lightly! It's especially special." That feeling of an expert!"

Feng Huai raised his chin: "They should calm down a bit these days."

Tian Xiaofeng nodded vigorously.

"Player Feng Huai is still 00:20:00 before entering the next [game]. Please be prepared."

The system prompt sounded in Feng Huai's ear.

He paused, and said to Tian Xiaofeng: "I'll go up first, don't come to me if you have nothing to do, get off work early."

"okay!"

Feng Huai returned to the bedroom.

"Game copy background introduction:

The headless saga from The Phantom of the Opera exists in every theater, but which one is where the saga begins?

Under the gorgeous grand theater, there is an underground labyrinth like a forest of glass and steel, torture chambers, gallows, guillotine...

When the strings of the cello are pulled apart and blood drips from the curtain, what a wonderful classical concert is this, and whose lament is it for? "

The author has something to say: Come on, the last chapter was not well written, so it was overturned and rewritten, and we need to re-read the QAQ

感谢在2020-11-1114:17:11~2020-11-1320:48:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Pikachu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!