I think so you save [Sword Three]

[Previous article: Yan Zheng]

"This case is very tricky." Yan Zheng read the transcript carefully again.

"The deceased died of heart paralysis. The possibility of drugs, suicide, or homicide is ruled out, and there is no history of heart disease." Shen Hua rubbed his temples. The sound, it is most likely to be frightened to death, but the characteristics displayed by the corpse are not..."

"It's also possible that the sudden death was caused by exhaustion from playing games." Yan Xiao took out a pen and scratched at the paper, "The computer before the deceased was still running the game... Hey, what's the name of that game?"

"Jian Wang San," Shen Hua shook his head, "Didn't the investigation yesterday say that although the deceased loved playing games, his life was relatively healthy and regular, and the computer should not be turned on for more than two hours when he died..."

They both sighed in unison.

"The situation is as it is. Is there anything else to add?" The chief of the police station was a bit overwhelmed during the meeting. It had been almost a month since the deceased died. As soon as the special case investigation team stepped in, there was still no progress in the case.

"I think we may have overlooked one point..." A gentle and handsome young man at the long table finally spoke in the silence.

"Shen Hua, tell me!"

"That's the game, what did the deceased do in the game, whether..."

"Let me tell you, have you heard too many ghost stories about the game and the dead that have become more and more mysterious recently? But then again, this ghost story is very well written, and the game company is afraid of the influence and requests to block the news and conduct a secret investigation It's gone." The young officer beside him shrugged.

"No, that possibility cannot be ruled out," said the chief.

Yan Zheng nodded: "I think we can ask the game company for the password of the deceased's account, and then go to the game to have a look. In the game, we should also check the places that the deceased knew and visited."

"Yes, I'll call the game company."

Ten minutes later, the director who was on the phone was out of anger and yelled at the other side very irritably: "What are you putting in your head! Account number! Password!"

Fortunately, he still restrained himself from swearing.

"What's wrong?" The people present asked one after another.

"There is no such person."

"Impossible! We all saw it at the scene of the crime..." Everyone whispered.

The director continued to shout: "How could there be no such account!"

"I'm really sorry, we are also very confused, but we did not find it in the database... We suspect that the account owner may have modified the client without permission or is not playing our game..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was still talking, the director hung up the phone angrily, and asked after keeping calm: "You guys, who can play this kind of game? I know Yan Zheng will, who else?"

Silent.

Although the experienced case handlers are proficient in everything, they really don't have much research on the game, and the newcomers to the police station dare not take on such a difficult case, coupled with the weird situation of not finding the account, people have to think of the recent widely circulated ghost stories...

It was Shen Hua who raised his hand: "Me."

"Then you two."

The director made another phone call and hung up after asking for two accounts, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

"Go to the game now to see if there is any problem. Although it is unlikely, even if there is a clue that may solve the case, we must not let it go."

"Yes!"

Watching Yan Zheng and Shen Hua leave, the director felt that the pressure of the case for a month had eased a lot. He spat and finally cursed cleanly.

"What the hell is going on!"

night a week later.

After Yan Zheng had dinner, he opened Jianwangsan again, and manipulated the Taoist priest in the game to walk around in old Chang'an, but still found nothing.

The secret chat suddenly sounded.

[Shen Yi] said quietly: Smile, do you have any new discoveries?

Type Yan Zheng quickly and press Enter.

You quietly said to [Shen Yi]: I have some doubts whether our idea is right or not--I feel that this game is a very ordinary game.

[Shen Yi] said quietly: Let's have a look again.But I think Jiansan is really fun~ If it’s okay, let’s play jjc

You quietly said to [Shen Yi]: Don't forget why we play games--

[Shen Yi] said quietly: I know, the arena can also investigate

You quietly said to [Shen Yi]: I think you just want to play.

[Shen Yi] Quietly said: What do you say~

You quietly said to [Shen Yi]: I'll take a look here in Chang'an again, and I'll go back later.

[Shen Yi] said quietly: It's nice to laugh

You quietly said to [Shen Yi]: I regret that I promised you this ID--

[Shen Yi] said quietly: No, Yan Xiaoxiao is much cuter than Yan Zhengzheng.

You quietly said to [Shen Yi]:--

Yan Zheng rubbed his temple with one hand, and with the other hand, he casually expressed his aura.

Everything is... normal.

Time flies.

Although this bizarre death case has not been detected, it has gradually faded out of people's sight.

This is not a big case, so as time goes by, the police department seems to have forgotten about this case.

The only ones who have changed are Yan Zheng and Shen Hua, and their feelings for Jiansan are getting deeper and deeper.

Yan Xiao bought white hair for his Taoist priest, and Shen Hua also rubbed the school uniform.

It's as if they were only here to play games.

You quietly said to [Shen Yi]: I feel like I just saw a gun sister walking past my screen with the ID of the deceased—but this character does not exist when adding friends.

[Shen Yi] said quietly: One year has passed, this is an illusion, why take it seriously.

You quietly said to [Shen Yi]: Can you speak more normally?

[Shen Yi] Quietly said: Smile, people from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers are naturally elegant.

You quietly said to [Shen Yi]:--

Yan Zheng felt that since Shen Yi played with Hua Ge, his whole temperament began to move closer to Hua Ge.

I have to say that Jian San is really magical.

But on this case, they still found nothing.

Yan Xiao couldn't believe that the ID of the deceased he saw was a hallucination, he felt that there must be something abnormal in this game.

The night was getting dark, he lay down on the bed after washing, and his whole body began to let go.

...What is wrong?

He and Shen Hua came to this game together to investigate the case. During the period, he always felt that he had experienced a lot, but he didn't seem to do anything.

——Basic three years, no income.

Just thinking about it over and over again, it's hard to fall asleep.

When his anger suddenly rose, it was as if a raging fire had sprung up, burning away the spreading dead vines in his heart.

This anger was mixed with exhaustion and helplessness.

Yan Xiao closed his eyes and simply didn't think about anything.

In the ups and downs of sleep, Yan Xiao suddenly woke up.

He closed his eyes and let out a long breath.I still can't let go of that case, so I can't sleep well.

Just about to go back to sleep, suddenly someone chuckled in the darkness.

"Ah."

man's voice.

"Who!" He was taken aback, struggling to sit up, but found that he couldn't move at all.

...is it a dream?

"Did you think it was a dream?"

Slowly, the surroundings become brighter a little bit.

He saw a man with long white hair squinting red eyes looking at him.

The man was dressed in white and carried a long sword.

This is, his priest? !

Yan Zheng felt that his expression might be a little frightened.

But in fact, he looked at the Taoist priest in front of him calmly, and asked calmly: "So, where am I now?"

The Taoist priest showed a smile: "It's just a dream."

If it wasn't for Yan Zheng lying on the bed and unable to move, he would have rushed up and shook the shoulder of the person opposite him, and shouted: "Are you kidding me?!"

"You are... Yan Xiao?" Yan Zheng straightened his thoughts and slowly became calm.

"Knowingly asking."

Yan Zheng felt that he did not "know it".

After confirming that the other party was his Taoist leader, he slowly let go of his tension.

"So what do you want from me? Want to change your appearance? Find a relationship?...Let me go and let's have a good talk."

Yan Xiao drew out his sword and stroked it, licked his lips, and put away his smile.

"Don't investigate the case."

"Impossible!" Mentioning the case, Yan Zheng became agitated instantly, trying to break free from the shackles on his body, but he was still tightly bound, motionless.

Yan Xiao put away his sword, stepped forward a few steps, and lifted Yan Zheng's chin.

The faces of the two were very close.

"Trust me. If you don't want to die."

Yan Zheng stared at the pair of ruby-like eyes in front of him, trying desperately to ask what was in his heart.

"You..." Do you know something!

But he felt himself slowly waking up, as if his soul were separating from his body.

Yan Xiao stared at him with neither sad nor happy expression.

"Don't be afraid, we are friends, and we may be alone...if you want."

As soon as the voice fell, the dream collapsed.

Yan Zheng is not afraid, he feels that he has never been so close to the truth.

Yan Zheng opened his eyes and almost jumped up from the bed.

Before dawn, he sat at the desk and turned on the lamp, picked up a pen and paper and began to carefully recall the details of his dream.

But Yan Xiao didn't say a few words in total.

It seems that this is always the case in dreams, the harder you try, the more blurred your memories become.

In the end, Yan Zheng dropped the pen and felt that he was simply crazy.

Not only do you believe that the person in Jiansanli really exists, but you also believe that he entrusted you with a dream?

Yan Zheng carefully analyzed the dream just now with a rigorous attitude, and came to two conclusions.

[-]. I got poisoned after playing too much Sword Three.

Second, I subconsciously no longer want to investigate the case.

That's why there is such a dream.

So he went to sleep happy and refreshed.

Maybe I need to take a vacation recently to relax my tense mood.

The next morning, he was woken up by the alarm clock, dazedly picked up his phone and turned off the alarm clock, and then saw a new message.

Letter from: Shen Hua.

He clicked on the message with his eyes half-closed, and when he saw the line of words, he was shocked instantly, and his drowsiness disappeared completely.

"Smile, Shen Yi is in a dream, with a magnificent demeanor."

Yan Zheng no longer wants to complain about Shen Hua's style of writing that seems to have traveled through the millennium, he just feels that he has been greatly frightened.

The letter was sent at three o'clock in the morning, which should be the second time he fell asleep.

If it was accidental that he dreamed of Yan Xiao, what about Shen Hua?

He thought of what Yan Xiao said last night, and thought of the tragedy of the deceased at the time of the crime.

It seems that there are monstrous and huge waves gushing from all directions with coldness, and the ice is cold to the bone.

He shook his hands to call Shen Hua.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is powered off."

It was the first time Yan Zheng ran on the street in such a mess and disheveled that morning, with his coat on backwards, wrong shoes and no socks.

He didn't even dare to imagine Shen Hua's current situation.