Horror game live BUG is actually my own

When Fan Xiang saw that Fu Yan had changed the subject to speculate about Li Gui, he felt choked.

"...All right." Fan Xiangyi leaned back in his chair and looked at him with raised eyebrows, "If you have guessed anything else, tell me."

"I didn't guess much." Fu Yan said, "I just guessed further that all the ghosts in this world should be differentiated from the same one, right? They are 'one' and 'many'."

Fu Yan actually used an ancient poem, but Fan Xiangyi obviously didn't connect to this literary track.The man sat there, shouldn't he, motionless like a mountain, just said: "Then?"

"Then? Then I'm going to bed." Fu Yan walked around him and replied, "Do you still expect me to say a long story? It's already my bold guess to guess this point. I didn't see me in front of them. Don't you dare to say it directly?"

Fan turned his head to look at him: "Then you dare to say it in front of me?"

Fu Yan turned his head and looked at him: "Do you think I'm 'ignorant' too often?" Fu Yan stretched out two fingers, tapped his own eyes, and then tapped in the direction of Fan Xiangyi, "Just now, you still An expression of 'I want to see what you can say'. Why should I be afraid of losing face in front of you? Anyway, there are too many lice and it doesn't itch."

"Break the metaphor." Fan commented to one person, "It was you who first put on the expression of 'you are going to make a major conclusion', so I listened attentively. The result, that's it? I thought you could at least say something meaningful. .”

"I do have meaningful thoughts." Fu Yan walked to the door of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame to look at Fan Xiangyi, "The boss of this world is really conscientious and conscientious. All the ghosts are divided and played by him alone. One person playing multiple roles, this is not a 'war of psychics', this is 'community hell'."

Fan Xiangyi: "..."

Fu Yan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "In my previous life, I gave my soul to him. Don't build a friendship between 007, right? For example, sometimes we talk ill of the boss behind his back."

When the word "boss" was mentioned, Fu Yan even met Fan Xiangyi's eyes on purpose.

When Fan Xiang heard his words getting more and more exaggerated, he finally couldn't help getting up, grabbed his shoulders and turned him around: "You'd better go take your bath."

Fu Yandao: "Isn't that what you want me to say? Why, the capitalist boss can't listen anymore?"

"If you say this again, I'll make you speechless in another way."

Fan Xiangyi dropped this sentence coldly, and slammed the bathroom door behind Fu Yan's back.

***

On the second night spent in this horror game world, Fu Yan had a dream.

In a daze, he felt as if he was sitting in a high position, and there were a lot of people cheering under the steps.At first glance, these people seem to be a group of women dancing. The red dresses and dance moves seem to be similar.But looking carefully at the faces of each woman, I found that they are old and young, their movements are flexible and slow, and their specific dresses are also different.

As they danced lightly, Fu Yan heard the sound of music, singing, and shouting, all intertwined in a mess and resounding in his mind.This is by no means a beautiful movement, on the contrary, Fu Yan almost instinctively distinguished the screams, howls, and weeping from it.It was more like a deadly music composed of all kinds of resentful voices.

Accompanied by this ear-scratching "music", the dancing movements of the women in the audience became more and more distorted.Some of them hunched over and couldn't get up, some dragged a broken leg all the time, and some had necks twisted beyond the level of a living person.Blood gushed out from all over their bodies, soaked their clothes, and dripped into strings and puddles on the ground.But they didn't seem to know the pain, and never stopped their dance steps.But their movements, rather than dance steps, have become terrifying behaviors of ghosts dancing wildly, all kinds of struggling and scratching.Coupled with the same uncomfortable music, what Fu Yan saw was no longer a group dance show, but a lot of purgatory.

Fu Yan in his dream couldn't express how he felt watching this performance, and it seemed that he couldn't refuse such a horrific performance at will.I don't know how long he looked at it, but he finally raised his hand and waved it, everything stopped.

The noisy voice disappeared in an instant, and the female ghosts dancing in a group froze in place as if the pause button had been pressed.The next moment, a miraculous scene happened, the female ghosts flew up rustlingly, and concentrated towards a figure in the middle!They turned into afterimages one by one, as if wrapped in layers by the one in the middle, and finally all the female ghosts were concentrated on one female ghost.

Of course she was also wearing a red dance dress, but there were bloodstains all over it, making it hard to tell if it was originally a red cloth or if it was stained red by blood.There is also a red gauze covering her head, which is also stained with red and black blood, and her appearance cannot be seen.She walked towards Fu Yan, but finally stopped in front of the bottom step, raised her head and asked Fu Yan, "Don't you like my dance?"

"I don't like it, and I don't hate it." Fu Yan heard himself answering, his tone was cold, "You are resenting, angry, and revenge. You are showing your suffering. To my knowledge, this is not a dance."

"This is really sad." The female ghost's voice seemed to be very gentle, but also very cold. The two contradictory qualities were mixed together, which made Fu Yan feel that she was particularly divided.She continued: "But other big ghosts like it very much. I bear the grievances of thousands of women, and every thread of mine is a story of a wronged soul. Tragic history. The big ghosts from all walks of life like to watch this kind of turmoil like fried ghosts in a frying pan, why don't you like it?"

"Because I'm not them." Hearing this, Fu Yan said coldly again, "The person you used to dance with has been defeated by His Majesty, and you should go to His Majesty to perform a dance."

"But Your Majesty doesn't want to watch it." The female ghost said quietly, "Your Majesty said that poetry, song, dance and music are the hobbies of the Consul."

"No." Fu Yan denied it, but he didn't say clearly what he was denying. He just said, "Let's go."

The female ghost said: "You don't want to look at me either, who am I going to dance for?"

"You can show it to whoever you want." Fu Yan replied, "Your Majesty fights for the sake of fighting, and has no interest in other things. He won't care about you, and I won't care about you. If you want to dance, If you are willing to do other things, if you are willing to go to the southeast and northwest, you can do it yourself. If you want to challenge His Majesty one day, you can face it yourself, and you don’t have to come to serve again.”

"What if I am willing to serve you?" The female ghost stood at the bottom of the steps, looked at Fu Yan and said, "I heard that there is only one little female ghost serving you, and that is just one. I am one, and there are millions. If I Serving you, you have thousands of maids. Who you want me to be, what I look like, whether I am young or old, I am all in your mind."

"Thousands of resentful girls are in my ears, it's too noisy, so don't worry about it." Fu Yan got up and said, "I don't lack maids."

The female ghost said: "I can also be a flower, a grass, or a big tree in your garden!"

"A master is not necessary for you." Fu Yan walked back without turning his head and said, "You are free to do whatever you want, and you don't have to wait for anyone's order."

The female ghost was stunned for a while, then raised her voice and asked: "Then what if I run amok in this ghost land, lawless and cause trouble?"

"You are a ghost, you still ask this kind of question? If you can beat it, you will be beaten, if you can't beat it, you will be swallowed." Fu Yan's cold voice gradually faded away, "How lawless can you go?"

After asking this question, Fu Yan had already gone deep into the palace.The female ghost stood under the stairs for a long time, and no other ghost came to control her.She was left here like this, as if she did nothing and ghosts would come out to punish her.

After a while, she suddenly burst out laughing, all kinds of young, young, and old laughter intertwined, it was really ugly, but she really laughed heartily again.After laughing, she disappeared.

She really became "lawless".

She became a grass, a flower, a tree in the consul's yard.These things in the Consul's Courtyard were originally illusions, and they haven't been changed once in many years.Suddenly there was a big tree, not to mention the consul, other ghosts passing by noticed it.But still no one cares about this matter, it seems that what is added or what is missing has nothing to do with them.

Finally one day, the female ghost turned into the consul's writing brush, and saw the terrifying His Majesty again.

At that time, as soon as Fan Xiang entered the consul's study, he grabbed the pen in his hand and threw it out the door: "You put everything in?"

The writing brush was thrown outside the door, and the study door was closed with a "bang!", and the female ghost could no longer enter the consul's study.

Fu Yan heard himself asking: "Your Majesty won another big victory?"

The tone was extremely flat, as if it wasn't me who had just been robbed of the pen.Fan Xiangyi seemed quite used to it, and threw a gem-like object in front of him, and replied: "It's over, this is the token to control his domain, and I'll give it to you."

Fu Yan accepted it silently.

He always felt that Fan Xiangyi should leave now, but Fan Xiangyi asked again: "Don't you like singing, dancing and music?"

"Before I was alive, I was an emperor's home. Whether you like it or not, it's a compulsory course." Fu Yan replied lightly, "It's just that there was no time to look at it at that time, and there is even less need to look at it now. It disturbs people's peace."

"I think you think I'm noisy too." Fan Xiangyi turned around and said as he walked outside, "I won't let other things bother you in the future."

After speaking, the emperor's figure completely disappeared from the study.

Fu Yan didn't look up to see him off at all, he just took another pen from the pen holder, unfolded the map of Huangquan, and started to draw again.

……

In the second half of this dream, Fu Yan felt that he was completely "awake".

This kind of "waking up" refers to suddenly realizing that one is dreaming in a dream, and being able to distinguish one's own active thoughts from the scenes and behaviors in the dream.In general, being aware of dreaming allows one to manipulate the dream and even wake up quickly.But Fu Yan discovered that he was only "awake" consciously, but he couldn't control the dream, and he couldn't even control the body in the previous life in the dream.He could only watch this body helplessly, facing a lot of documents that Huang Quan had to deal with every day.The most terrible thing is that the processing mechanism of these files was established by him in his previous life.What is this called? This is called helping the boss to sell himself and counting the money himself. Fu Yan is really speechless.

Looking at it this way, I really can't blame Fu Yan for being unmotivated by nature. He loves to fish and lie flat.

In this case, in his previous life, he occasionally went out and "found fault" in the yard to find out what the female ghost had turned into. Instead, it became the entertainment that Fu Yan was looking forward to.This is also helpless, the ghost can not eat, drink or sleep, as long as the previous life is willing, he can stay in the study for many days.Fu Yan, a network worker who is full of "home attributes", is actually a little bit overwhelmed.

However, as Fu Yan's sense of resistance became stronger and stronger, he had a premonition that this dream was about to end.

Finally, when Fan Xiangyi appeared again and threw a new domain treasure to the consul, Fu Yan actually seized control of his body at that moment!

He immediately did the one thing he wanted to do all the time, picked up the treasure and threw it at Fan Xiangyi: "Fuck you, I'm going on strike!!!"

Fan Xiangyi was hit right on the head, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he rushed over to grab Fu Yan's hand in three steps at a time.

"Finally awake!"