I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Land reclamation No.60 One Day·The Ferryman from Hell

After Tian Yang left, Tian Xiaofeng sat across from Feng Huai, looked at his little boss, and asked worriedly, "Do you still want to find that man in the suit?"

Feng Huai glanced at Tian Xiaofeng, didn't say much about his plan, but said to Tian Xiaofeng: "Go home, don't meddle in the future."

Tian Xiaofeng wanted to say something after hearing the words, but saw that Feng Huai had already stood up, and he seemed to have ended the topic.

"Thank you for asking your brother out for me." Feng Huai looked at Tian Xiaofeng who was hesitant to speak, and said, "Tian Yang will remind you of some precautions later, listen to him."

Tian Xiaofeng had no choice but to nod, and she mumbled: "Little boss, you should also be careful."

Feng Huai smiled and waved his hands casually: "I'm leaving, goodbye."

Tian Xiaofeng sat blankly in place, and after a few seconds, she saw Feng Huai walking out of the coffee shop.

She saw Feng Huai passing by a group of homeless men outside the window, and stopped beside the homeless men.

The homeless man was smoking a low-quality cigarette, wrapped in a thin jacket with no original color, and habitually curled up slightly to block the cold wind blowing in front of him.

It didn't know when it started to rain lightly outside, so they stood outside the glass window and hid under the eaves of the shop.

Tian Xiaofeng couldn't see what Feng Huai was doing there, two or three homeless men blocked her view, she could only see Feng Huai's open and closed lips, she didn't know what to say to those homeless men.

Feng Huai took out all the cash from his wallet and distributed it to those few people.

Several homeless men looked at each other, gradually dispersed, and turned into the dark alley.

Within two days, the small owner of an incense shop in the outskirts of Qucheng was able to psychic and ask questions, telling lies to the living, and living things to the ghosts. It was said to be miraculous.

But the person in the center of the topic is as leisurely as if he stays out of the matter.

All the points due to the opera dungeon have been settled, and the final total points converted from the popularity of the main line, branch lines, and live view totaled 102 points——

[The Disappearing Truth] The rewards are extremely rich. Feng Huai and Yu Ci almost found out the truth behind all the personal characters, and got the highest amount of reward points; plus the last round of hidden branch and truth revealing is completely new The content of the plot attracted a large number of viewers, and the popularity of the vision soared. At the last second before Feng Huai left the game, the cumulative popularity exceeded 20, and there were 38 points to redeem and obtain the achievement reward of the vision.

Since Feng Huai's accumulated points exceeded [-], the game mall showed Feng Huai more exchange items, a small part of which could even be used in the real world.

For example [Nick Demos' Sleeping Potion]: a piece of dream dust from the extreme north of Winterspring, a leaf of dust falling into flowers, after grinding, supplemented with winter spring water and stirred counterclockwise three times, it will help Nick who suffers from insomnia Demos got a good night's sleep.

——It's a formula. According to the above ratio, a powerful sleeping pill can be made, which is enough for the person who drinks the potion to stay in a deep sleep state no matter how much they struggle within six hours. .

In the real world, it also works, but the maintenance time is limited to 10 minutes, and after 10 minutes, the brain nerves of the user will be in an extremely active and hyperactive state, causing insomnia, extreme emotional behavior, and emotional distress. control and other negative effects.

Another example is [Alsace's gift], which can be compared to the poison that is applied to melee weapons.

——Three milligrams of poison is enough to kill the injured within 10 minutes, but in reality, its toxicity is weakened, but it will make the wound bleed continuously and it is difficult to heal.

All the materials in the formulas of the shopping mall that are currently lit up are some flowers and plants whose names have never been heard-the dream leaf grass from the Frostwhisper Canyon, the elemental water from Winterspring Valley... Feng Huai glanced at the materials. I just want to sneer when I exchange the price.

It's not as good as the big turntable.

Along with the settlement of the points, came the preview of the start of the next game: there are still fourteen days before the next game.

As stated in the letter Feng Huai received, as the number of times he entered the game world increased, the cooldown interval between two adjacent games was also greatly lengthened.

The interval between the last games was only two days, but this time it was a full two weeks.

Feng Huai vaguely understands why the former self in the letter would be grateful for the extended interval, having more time to stay in the real world, so that he would have a sense of reality, and a sense of belonging and identification with this world.

Feng Huai sat in the mahogany chair, with one hand resting on his forehead, and the other turning a few walnuts in his hand, with his eyes slightly closed as if taking a nap.

The incense store that was smashed two days ago still looks like it was smashed, and even the glass door has not been removed and reinstalled.

The broken gate, with glass stubble on the threshold on all sides, looks like sharp teeth.

Feng Huai was sitting in the store, wearing casual clothes, looking out of tune with the surrounding environment.

As the rumors about Feng Huai's "ferryman from the underworld" intensified, his small shop was also rumored to be the mouth of a hell dog with a big gaping mouth because of its appearance. Get in and out of it safely.

When Tian Xiaofeng finally heard the rumor from her reporter friend, she was stunned.

What kind of ferryman, what kind of underworld dog, isn't it because the little boss is too lazy to redecorate?

"Xiaofeng Xiaofeng, didn't you work in that place before? Have you ever heard of that incense shop?

ah? "A friend inquired about the news and asked.

Tian Xiaofeng twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that he had heard more than that, she worked part-time in that place and in that shop, okay?

Thinking of what she saw outside the coffee shop that day, she wondered for a while whether the sudden rumor was related to the little boss, she hesitated and nodded, "It seems to be."

"Then, is that person really so magical?" My friend asked quickly.

Tian Xiaofeng remembered the enthusiasm and gossip of the breakfast stall owners around the shop, and nodded: "It's true, there is a breakfast street over there, all locals, and anyone who asks will know how good the small owner of the incense shop is. "

"Wow……"

The next day, the headline of Qucheng Daily became [Insider of Incense Store Reveals Rumors Are True, Local Residents Testify]...

In an underground club located in the center of the upper urban area of ​​Qucheng, a young man with a slender body and a gloomy and indifferent appearance was sitting on a cushioned bench in the middle of the club. Behind him stood two people with similar faces. twins, like bodyguards.

On the table in front of him was a pile of documents scattered, and a corner of Feng Huai's recent photo was exposed under the pile of documents.

"I went there yesterday morning and asked a few stall owners of the breakfast cart. One said that the paper house that the small owner of the incense shop was folding was particularly desirable. The deceased man dreamed that the house he lived in was just as spacious and bright as he wanted. The subordinates reported in a low voice, "Another stall owner said that the little boss had also received the Mingyi to be burned, and said that the little boss can really bring things to the ground."

"Hey!" A jeer suddenly sounded in the quiet underground club, and the thin and tall man in a suit pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, "What are you hearing, who are you fooling, ha !"

The only man sitting on the bench raised his eyes slightly, his eyes turned to the tall and thin body, his voice was hoarse as soon as he spoke, his vocal cords seemed to be injured: "Hao Hao, don't you believe it?"

"Boss, it's not that I don't believe that there are psychics in this world, but this person, I can't believe it." The man in the suit who was named took a step forward immediately, rolling his eyes cautiously, "This person looks so big, College students? Is it possible to be this powerful? We have recruited so many people before, at least four or fifty years old, and the level of psychic skills is not enough. This ability depends on experience. What can you do at a young age? Do you think this is the reason? "

Qin Yuanfei leaned against the back of the chair, stretched his legs and kicked away the small round table with Feng Huai's materials in front of him, laughed, and said in a hoarse voice, "You will know if you try it yourself?"

"If his rumors are tainted with water, I think the first floor and the second floor will know what to do." Qin Yuanfei slightly turned his head to look at the twins behind him.

"Yes, boss." The twins said in unison.

"Also, Hao Hao." Qin Yuanfei got up and turned to the man in the suit, "You didn't go a few times before, why don't you come with me this time."

Hao Hao's face changed slightly, and he said with embarrassment: "Boss, I still have some rent for this month confiscated..."

"Confiscated? Let's change." Qin Yuanfei said lightly.

Hao Hao's face turned pale when he heard this, and he quickly lowered his head, his tone was full of respect and fear, and he said again and again: "No, no, I can handle it, and I can collect it today. I will go with you to see the psychic. Didn't you always Tell me how lucky I am? Maybe I can find what you want this time."

Qin Yuanfei sneered, walked up to Hao Hao, and hooked his fingers.

Seeing this, Hao Hao hurriedly moved closer.

There were two crisp "pops", Qin Yuanfei patted Hao Hao's face lightly, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I say you are lucky, you are only lucky, and I say you are worthless, then you are only worthy." In a trash can in a dark alley, see what I mean?"

Hao Hao trembled all over, lowered his head and nodded vigorously.

Qin Yuanfei gave a cold snort, messed up Hao Hao's carefully combed hair, turned around and put on his coat and strode away: "Then see you at the incense shop, my friends."

"Yes! Boss!"

……

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when Qin Yuanfei arrived at the incense shop with his gang members.

Seven black Lincolns drove into the outskirts of Qucheng at a constant speed. This remote road with almost no traffic was so lively for the first time during non-commuting hours.

The owner of the flower shop next to the Fenghuai shop shouted: "Hey! This car is worth a lot of money! What kind of pomp is this? Whose relatives were buried in our cemetery?"

Feng Huai laughed when he heard this.He opened his eyes and looked at the group of people who got out of the car, but they arrived earlier than he expected, and seemed to be more eager.

Hao Hao got out of the car almost between two strong men. When he got out of the car, he saw the incense shop that he had smashed, with an ashen face.

He heard Qin Yuanfei say: "Is it the giant mouth of the hell dog? It looks a little similar."

Hao Hao pursed his lips and farted, it was because I called someone to smash it out!

But he dared not say it.

Qin Yuanfei got out of the car and saw a young man sitting in that shop.

It was a small incense shop with an open broken door, and he was the only one sitting on the mahogany Taishi chair in the center of the door.The skin is so fair that it seems to be glowing, even if you just sit in it, the aura in that place seems to be different.

The gaze Qin Yuanfei cast on Shang Feng Huai was almost at that moment, and he was sure that Feng Huai was the person he was looking for.

People with blood on their hands can hide everything, except their eyes.Maybe it could really help him.