The Wicked Cultivation Game

Chapter 529 Imprisonment (710, autumn subscription)

Jing Yan wanted to make a sound, but found that he couldn't make a sound, but his face was so pale that his body suddenly collapsed on the ground.

His hands were shaking, his feet were shaking, his whole body was shaking, and he was shaking with fear.

What's the situation... What's the situation?

He's dead? How did he die?

And the death condition is... exactly the same as in the game!

A chill came to my heart, hands and feet were cold, and Jing Yan was shivering all over.

Boss?!

Boss, what's the situation?

The others just heard Jing Yan's cell phone slamming, and before they realized what happened, they saw Jing Yan's face turned pale with fright as if he had seen a ghost, and he collapsed on the ground trembling.

Quickly helped Jing Yan up and asked what happened, but Jing Yan didn't say anything, just pointed at the phone with trembling hands.

Everyone looked at the mobile phone and found that the mobile phone fell to the ground just now and broke the screen. Now it has restarted with a black screen.

The quality of the phone is okay, at least it's just a broken screen and the motherboard is not broken.

Boss, that's not enough. This is a thousand yuan machine. You can buy dozens of them every minute. As for the heartache?

Everyone is also a little puzzled, is there any gossip secret in this thousand yuan machine? What a token of first love, all of a sudden, the eyes of everyone looking at Jing Yan became strange.

Unexpectedly, Boss Jing Yan is quite dedicated to feelings.

Jing Yan doesn't care what other people think, he's scared to pee, okay?

After calming down a little, he immediately took the mobile phone of the person next to him.

Asking someone to unlock it, Jing Yan directly dialed the person's phone number, and while waiting for the other person to answer the phone, with trembling hands, he took out a cigarette and smoked one.

Boss, I'll order it for you.

kindness.

At this moment, everyone also saw that Jing Yan's mood was not right, and the office became silent for a while, only the blind tone of the phone, beeping non-stop.

Jing Yan didn't know how many phone calls he had made, but the cold sweat on his forehead kept breaking out.

After finally smashing the phone impatiently, while the others were silent, he began to send money to the tragic death of Huang Mao, and asked him what happened.

The money was sent in several batches, but there was no response.

Taking a deep breath, Jing Yan knew that he might need to take a look for himself.

Of course, it's the same for other people to inquire, but... such a terrible thing happened right in front of his eyes, Jing Yan had to admit that he was afraid.

If this matter is as he thinks, there are too many things behind it!

The matter was of great importance, so he directly asked someone to book a ticket, and then he went on the game and talked to Fang Yue, and handed Xiao Xuedou to Tiandan Zhiyuanwu for safekeeping, and Jing Yan shrank in Qingsi and quit the game.

After quitting the game, he went straight to the nearest mobile phone store, bought a flagship phone of the season, and waited impatiently at the airport.

Looking at the passing of minutes and seconds, Jing Yan felt that the seconds seemed like years.

Flipping through the phone irritably, searching for various news about the death of Blue Ocean, but there is no news.

Until... when he was browsing a niche forum, someone suddenly posted pictures of a group of corroded corpses in the room with game watches in their hands to the forum.

In the accompanying picture, there are only five words that are repeated repeatedly.

Don't play games! Don't play games! Don't play games! Don't play games!

Jing Yan's pupils shrank, and he was about to reply to the post, asking what was going on.

The website suddenly refreshed automatically, and the post disappeared.

Jing Yan stared blankly at the phone, feeling a biting chill from head to toe.

He suddenly felt that he was in the midst of a huge conspiracy.

And the grand layout of this conspiracy and the strength behind it are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Sir? Sir!

Jing Yan suddenly fell into a great panic.

When Jing Yan came back to his senses, he realized that it was the service staff at the airport, prompting him to ask if he was a guest on this flight.

Jing Yan looked at the time and realized that it was almost time for the plane to take off.

Nodding to the staff, he got up and boarded the plane.

Half an hour later, Jing Yan got off the plane.

The taxi went directly to Huang Mao's house.

In order to prevent non-staff personnel from running away, Jing Yan had all the realistic information of the three of them.

But I didn't expect it to be used in such a place.

Are you going to Wanjun Road? The driver said strangely, I can't go there because the road is blocked.

Why?

It was said that it was a gas explosion. Some people were killed at home. Do you think it's strange? Recently, there have been more and more accidents lying at home. Moreover, one person had an accident and the entire street was blocked. The labor unions in charge didn't know about it. what are you doing.

Hearing what the old driver said, Jing Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be...

His palms and backs were sweaty, he took a deep breath, insisted that the driver drive to the vicinity of Wanjun Road, and then got out of the car by himself.

Looking at the security company personnel guarding outside, Jing Yan found a small hotel and inquired about the news.

Sure enough... recent incidents like gas explosions at home are very frequent, and the family members are planning to sue the gas company for bankruptcy.

But... no one seemed to think deeply about it. All the people who died at home in the gas explosion were actually wearing game watches on their hands.

If no one finds an abnormality, no one finds an angle of entry, naturally it is impossible to connect these things together.

But Jingyan realized that he could no longer ignore these problems.

All the clues seemed to form a line, which made him feel genuinely afraid.

Tengli Group... what do you want to do!

After nightfall, Jing Yan sneaked past the security guards and sneaked inside. I found Huang Mao's home, which was an old-fashioned two-story house.

Climbing to the second floor and smashing open the window, opened the curtains and looked inside, Jing Yan's pupils shrank.

The floor of the room was full of dried blood, as if a person suddenly exploded on the spot in the room.

Holding the mobile phone, he turned on the selfie effect like a video call, aligned the angle according to his memory, and when Jing Yan stayed in front of the desk, he trembled.

It is... this angle, this position.

Huang Mao was here at the time, chatting with him, and then... with a bang, his body exploded, and tragedy happened!

how so……

After a daze, Jing Yan's brain started to work.

He didn't stay, but retreated silently, avoided the security personnel, exited the blocked street, booked a return ticket overnight, and prepared to go home without even going to the hotel.

He had to think carefully about what to do in order to protect himself and stop the crazy behavior of the Tengli Group.

Smooth boarding, after a night of thinking on the plane.

After Jing Yan got off the plane, he went straight to the headquarters of the Jianghai City [Network Club].

If there is anyone who can sanction Tengli Group, there is only one, and that is the official power. [Network Club] is the official organization that governs all operating networks. ] Supervised!

I want to report the Tengli Group!

When he faced the official personnel of the [Internet Conference], explaining what he had seen and heard, as well as these speculations.

He's... in jail.