When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qian Ling hadn't had time to adapt to the overload of information flooding towards her, when she was pulled back by an unknown force.

He was forced to wake up and reopen his eyes.

The curtains drawn all around were impenetrable, and the dark room could vaguely see luxurious and gorgeous soft and hard furnishings. There was a soft mattress under him, and the sound of the air conditioner running was the only sound here.

So cold.

Qianling shrank his calf, and there was a crisp collision sound from his ankle. He froze for a moment, rubbed his hand in the dark, and touched a hard cold piece.

One end of the chain was attached to the railing at the end of the bed, and the other end was attached to his ankle.

Qian Ling blinked, he hadn't realized what happened yet.

System 663 said: [You are locked up. 】

Qianling paused for a moment.

He remembered the reminder of An Qing's fall, and the legs he saw when he turned around.

Was it really Shao Cheng who did it?

Compared with this question, Qian Ling wanted to know what happened to the chaotic dream he had, the main system like a heart, and the words of those people.

Is it all true?

It happened in his forgotten memory, tampering with what he saw originally, so what should his real world be like?

Qian Ling said: "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

System 663: [I don't know what you are talking about. 】

"The main system, and those engineers in white clothes," Qian Ling's voice trembled, "Also, what did you do to my memory?"

System 663: [Can't find relevant information, my authority is not enough, I don't understand what you are talking about. 】

Qianling's fingers slowly tightened, grasping the chain on her ankle, her knuckles turned slightly white, "Can I believe what you say? Or are you lying to me too."

System 663 was silent for a while, it could only make the same inorganic sound forever, 【I don't know. 】

Its thoughts and actions are limited by the engineers who write the programs. It is a product of data, has no past and no future, and Qianling is its only host at present.

The only thing it keeps is probably only one thing.

System 663 said: [All the questions I have fed back have not been approved, and I can't contact the official personnel, it seems that everyone has lost contact. 】

[This is a situation that has never happened before. The main system is a computer with huge computing power, and countless people maintain its operation. 】

[What might have happened, I'm not sure. 】

These are things that cannot be told to the players. Once discovered by the inspecting engineers, they will face the punishment of obliterating and cleaning them up.

But System 663 still spoke out.

"I see..." Qian Ling said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I dreamed something and I can't calm down."

Since entering the game, this quiet and indifferent system has helped him many times. He shouldn't have doubts, but his emotions fluctuate too much, and he will blurt out words of doubt.

What is real and what is fake, whether the campus in his memory is a dungeon or the real world, only after successfully passing this dungeon, he can open it himself.

He must successfully pass this dungeon.

At this moment, the sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the door, getting closer and closer to him.

The footsteps stopped.

Qian Ling looked over, and he saw the blocked light through the crack of the door.

The next second, the door was opened.

The sudden bright light outside the door made Qian Ling squint her eyes unconsciously, and blocked it with her arms, until the door was closed again a few seconds later.

A night light was turned on in the room.

"you're awake."

Shao Cheng was holding a tray in his hand, and the familiar aroma of food filled the room. He put the tray on the bedside table, "Be hungry, I made these by myself,"

He handed the chopsticks to Qian Ling, "Try it?"

Qian Ling raised her hand, and slapped him away in a hypocritical fawning manner, "Shao Cheng, why did you bring me to such a place, I want to go out."

The chopsticks were thrown to the ground, Shao Cheng chuckled.

"go out?"

Qian Ling inexplicably sensed the danger from the short laughter, he grabbed the sheet to wrap himself, shrunk back, and there was a slamming sound on his ankles.

Shao Cheng did not step forward, but turned around and pressed the TV remote control.

In the quiet room, there was the sound of TV reports.

The news anchors in formal attire were standing on the scene reporting, and the building they were filming was on their bodies, which was being cordoned off at the moment.

The host said: "At present, the popular artist Qian Ling fell to his death. The recording of the show has stopped. The police are stepping up their investigation, and the possibility of homicide cannot be ruled out..."

Qianling was stunned.

He was obviously alive and well, and it wasn't him who fell.

"It's impossible for you to go out."

The wide palm gently caressed the iron chain of his ankle, which was colder and biting than the wind blowing from the air conditioner, as if it had been entangled by some kind of scaly reptile.

His fair ankle was rubbed a bright red.

Qian Ling's voice trembled, the corners of his eyes and nose were flushed due to the excessive low temperature and fear, "Shao Cheng, what exactly do you want..."

Shao Cheng pressed one knee on the soft mattress and sank slightly, "Didn't I say that soon I will let you only see me."

Standing between the two of them was the sound of the TV——

"According to insiders, the artist surnamed An who also participated in the recording disappeared after the incident and became the biggest suspect of the police."

Qian Ling couldn't help but looked over.

Seemingly dissatisfied with his eyes moving away from him, Shao Cheng raised his hand, pinched Qian Ling's cheek, and forced those watery eyes to look at him.

"You have no identity now."

"Whether it's as Qianling himself, or as a murderer here."

Qianling's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The rough fingertips rubbed against his delicate cheeks, like weaving a dense spider web, wrapping him until he could barely breathe.

Qian Ling said, "I didn't kill anyone."

Shao Cheng smiled and said, "Who cares? The last thing people need is the truth."

There is no camera here, no audience, only him and Qian Ling.

He will drag people into his own world little by little, the dark and lightless world, because of his existence, it becomes less difficult to bear.

Shao Cheng approached the person in front of him like a pilgrimage, and his breath was entwined with the unique smell of the other person.

He tried his best to restrain the growing emotions in his heart, and said softly: "Stay with me, and I will give you a brand new identity. You can do whatever you want."

Qian Ling frowned tightly and turned her head, unwilling to look at him.

"I just want to get out."

The air pressure on Shao Cheng's body seemed to be a little lower. He grabbed the sheets beside him and said coldly, "Are those insignificant people so important to you?"

"I'm not you, not so cold-blooded."

Qianling opened her eyes, and there was only strong disgust and disgust in her beautiful and clear eyes in the past, "How many people have you killed? How painful are those infant spirits driven by you, don't you feel guilty at all? "

Shao Cheng pinched his jaw, forcing him to raise his head.

Qianling felt a stabbing pain on the side of his neck.

The sound of heavy breathing came to his cheeks and ears, Qianling's fingers were forcibly squeezed into other fingers, and fell to his side.

"Guilty, why should I be guilty? It wasn't me who killed them, it was my own greed. For what I want, I will do whatever it takes. They came to me on their own initiative, and they should naturally bear the consequences."

The corners of Qianling's eyes were red, and her snow-white skin was a little redder than before, with a vivid and vibrant beauty. She looked at him like alms: "What about me?"

It's different from everyone.

Shao Cheng slowly raised his eyes, his dark eyes were filled with countless complex emotions, looking at those beautiful jewel-like eyes, he was as devout as if saying a prayer: "You are different from them."

Everyone in the world is less than one ten-thousandth of you.

At this moment, a bell interrupted them.

Shao Cheng stood up, connected the phone, and an adult male voice came across: "Boss, here comes a guest."

"understood."

After Shao Cheng hung up the phone, he took out the key from his pocket, bent down and unchained Qian Ling's ankle.

Qian Ling said: "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to go out? I'll take you to see, those people are hopeless."

Shao Cheng pulled over the blanket next to him, and the blanket of a luxury item with dark brown old patterns was so soft that it wrapped Qianling, making the snow-white skin almost transparent.

He easily picked up Qianling and walked out of the room.

The super high-rise buildings had a panoramic view of the prosperity of the city, and Qian Ling, who was a little afraid of heights, couldn't help but grasp the front of Shao Cheng's clothes.

Shao Cheng slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and hugged the person in his arms a little tighter.

The subordinate watched his heart carefully, not daring to take another look, and respectfully opened the door of the office for him.

The two men sitting inside immediately stood up, "Mr. Shao, sorry to disturb you."

When they saw Shao Cheng holding someone in his arms, they were surprised and stretched their necks, wanting to see the person in his arms.

It's a pity that his face was buried in Shao Cheng's arms, only a little bit of his jaw was visible.

Most of his body is wrapped in an expensive blanket, his snow-white skin is light pink, as if he has not seen the sun all year round, it is almost translucent, his skeleton is so small that he can hug it with one hand.

Shao Chengqing coughed, and the two came back to their senses instantly, not daring to look at it again.

Qian Ling was hugged and sat down, separated from the two by a huge desk, Shao Cheng's hand was on his waist, such an intimate posture made Qian Ling feel a little uncomfortable.

Qian Ling pushed his hand, "I'll sit by myself."

Shao Cheng lowered his head and chuckled, "I've already slept, why are you still so shy?"

Qianling's ears were burning hot, and he pinched his waist with the hand hidden under the blanket, and said in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about."

Just fell asleep in the same bed.

"Hiss." Shao Cheng stopped his hand and wrapped his hand into his own, not intending to get angry.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they really never thought that Shao Cheng would be so tolerant to a person one day.

Shao Cheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the two people opposite, "Have you brought all the things you need to prepare?"

The older of the two took out the box beside him and opened it.

A whole box full of money.

"The deposit is all here. As long as my artist can become popular, I will transfer the rest of the money to your account on time."

Sitting next to the man was a young man dressed in fashion, his face could only be considered ordinary in the entertainment circle full of beauties.

He doesn't have too much talent and acting skills, and his appearance is average, which is why he is not popular in the entertainment industry.

Shao Cheng nodded.

The subordinate standing next to him immediately understood what he meant, and stepped forward to close the box and take it away.

The two were extremely happy.

Shao Cheng said: "What effect do you want to achieve?"

"this."

The young man took out a photo from his jacket, his eyes glowed, "I want a pretty face like his."

Under the cover of the blanket, Qian Ling glanced back quietly.

He was stunned.

In the photo is a shot of him during the recording of the program. This is his photo.

Shao Cheng reached out to pick up the photo. In the photo, Qian Ling was half-transparent, sitting by the pool, with crystal water droplets sticking to her fair skin.

As if pointing something, he said: "It seems that it is still really popular."

Qian Ling reached out and snatched the photo, held it in the palm of his hand, and said in a low voice, "No."

Shao Cheng looked up at the two of them, "Ah, it seems that there is no other way. My lover is not willing, so let's call it a day."

"what?"

The two were stunned.

The subordinates at the side returned the box to them, as if to see off the guests.

"No! Mr. Shao! This can still be discussed. Is it short of money or an errand? If it is short of money, you can tell me the number."

Shao Cheng gently stroked Qian Ling's disobedient hair, and said lightly: "It's useless to beg me, it's my lover who disagrees."

The young man actually knelt down while his subordinates were tugging at him, his tone was extreme and crazy, "Mrs. Shao, please, I really want to be popular, as long as I can get popular, I can do anything!"

Qian Ling shrank back in fear, and whispered: "Do you know what price you have to pay?"

"I know that I have found the baby who died unexpectedly, and I will definitely provide it on time and take good care of it."

Qian Ling narrowed his pupils slightly.

Did these people know the specific reason from the beginning to the end?

"Have you seen it? It's hard to persuade the damned ghost," Shao Cheng looked at the people on the ground, his eyes were ruthless and contemptuous, "Do you still think they are pitiful now?"