My Healing Game

The more and more **** smell wafted in the elevator car with a lot of mold, and people in red clothes surrounded Han Fei in the center.

"What will happen if I don't go down?"

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor. As time went by, the body of the strange man in red was like a branch infused with blood. Her blood vessels and hair were tangled together, spreading her skin, and began to spread towards the elevator wall.

I'm afraid there is only one dead end if you continue to stay. Han Fei manipulates the game characters to walk out of the crowd.

After he left the elevator car, the silver-gray elevator doors slowly closed, and along the gaps in the elevator doors, a group of people in red standing with their backs facing him could be seen.

Soon the elevator doors closed completely and the numbers on the display began to change rapidly.

Han Fei thought that it would stop when the number reached "1", but he didn't expect the number on the display to directly become a negative number, and the elevator descended to the negative 18th floor in one breath.

"Does this elevator lead to the underground?"

After finally reaching the fourth floor, Han Fei didn't want to waste this opportunity, so he ran to room 4044 and secretly observed the door.

Room 4044 in the game on the fourth floor is different from the deep world. The door **** on the door is intact, and the opponent's head has not been cut off.

"I want to see what face this **** has."

Han Fei remembered all the key points. He quietly came to the door of room 4044. When he stared at the TV screen to watch the doorman, the doorman in the game suddenly blinked.

Its head seemed to move, but it didn't seem to move. Han Fei couldn't tell the strange feeling. He just felt cold in his back now.

Sitting back on the sofa, Han Fei looked at the screen again, and he finally realized something was wrong.

The door **** in the dead building game seems to be watching him, not at the game character controlled by Han Fei, but at Han Fei who is outside the screen through the TV screen.

"What kind of technology is this?" Han Fei didn't know if it was an Easter egg or a trap. He tried to push the door of Room 4044. At the same time, a dialogue appeared on the game screen.

"Will you help me get my head back?"

Without any prompt or warning, this dialogue just popped up abruptly, and there was obviously not even a single NPC in the surroundings.

"Is the door **** talking?" Han Fei clicked on the dialogue, and an even more bizarre scene appeared. Three options appeared behind the dialogue box, but all three options were-unwilling.

"Room 4044 is the closest place to room 4444. Send my head back. I can help you end this endless nightmare."

"If you want to enter room 4044, you have to do something for me. No matter what you choose, you will come back here eventually."

The dialogue in the dialog box is constantly changing, but the options are still unwilling, as if this is a fixed thing that cannot be changed.

"The evil you see must be evil, but the goodwill you see must be goodwill? You are too close to the'God', you should go behind the'God' and look at their backs, theirs' How glorious their divine nature is, how filthy their human nature is. Help me, and I can tell you those unspeakable secrets."

Looking at the content in the dialog box, Han Fei was a little moved. It cannot be said that it represents a special level in the deep world. The door **** has something to say here.

"The headless door **** should really want to get his head back. When I go online next time, maybe I can use this to delay some time."

After hesitating for a while, Han Fei didn't make a choice, he didn't like to take the road given by others. But if you don’t make a choice, the game will get stuck on this interface.

After repeated attempts for a long time, Han Fei remembered the face of the door god, and then chose to forcibly quit the game.

As he pressed the handle button, the game screen instantly became pitch black, and all the patterns disappeared.

"What's the matter? I have been playing for decades, but I have never encountered such a situation before, is there something wrong with the TV?" Zhuang Ren walked towards the TV in surprise.

"Don't go there! I seem to have triggered something."

A few seconds later, a pair of bleeding eyes appeared on the pitch-black TV screen. Those eyes were looming, as if they were greatly restricted and could not get out of the TV.

The shallow blood stains centered on those eyes, slowly cracking around, and the fine blood stains soon covered the TV screen, seeming to be trying to tear something.

The scene in front of him reminded Han Fei of the scene when he was conspiring. When he used the conspiracy ability, the system's attribute panel would be covered with bloodshot eyes, and then torn from the middle, as if a ghost door was forcibly broken open.

"It's too similar, how many secrets are still hidden in this game?"

Han Fei no longer regards "Perfect Life" as an ordinary game. It involves the existence of a black box. This game is inextricably linked to reality. It blurs the boundary between reality and virtuality and breaks people. The gap between the brain and the computer confuses life and death in a special way.

No one knows what secrets are hidden in the black box. Countless owners of it have never succeeded. Han Fei has a long way to go before opening the black box, but it's just these things that he encountered during the journey. Enough to subvert his cognition.

He had a hunch that he was slowly lifting the veil of the world and seeing a real world he had never seen before.

The TV screen was soon covered with bloodshot eyes. Those scarlet eyes stared at Han Fei, and finally burst open, and the blood mist turned into a sentence-this is the first warning, and death may come after three warnings.

The blood characters disappeared quickly, and the dark game screen did not change anymore.

"Three warnings? When I try to tell others that the black box and the deep world exist, the black box in my mind will also give me a similar warning. After the three warnings have no results, the black box will explode in my head and cause my brain death. "

With his arm resting on his cheek, Han Fei's eyes narrowed.

"The dead building game was made by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical when he was young. The black box in my mind was given to me by the brother of the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. When I got the black box, the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical had passed away for a while. Is there such a possibility that although the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical has passed away, he has attached his consciousness to the black box? Or is he hiding in a certain layer of the black box?"

Han Fei is just guessing, without any clear evidence, he just feels that he is a small comedian, it is difficult to fight against a behemoth like Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

"The two brothers Fu Sheng were the previous owners of the black box. I have seen the memory of the building manager, and the two brothers do exist. However, Zhuang Ren said that he had never met the brother of the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, and said that the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical Often talking to myself, I am curious about the relationship between the two brothers? One to explore the deep world, the other to open up the real world? One in consciousness, one in reality?"

Looking at the dark screen, Han Fei put down the gamepad: "One of the two brothers can see the future, but is the future he sees really the future? Will the world develop in the direction he sees? "

Han Fei didn't think this was the case. At least he opened both sides of the black box at the same time, and neither of the Fu Sheng brothers thought of it.

"My way is better to walk by myself."

Unplugging the power, Han Fei forcedly restarted the dead building game. Everything that happened just now seemed to be an illusion.

The game characters reappear in the happy community, surrounded by a warm and harmonious scene, only the protagonist of the game is wearing a blood-stained clothing.

"The role of the game has changed!"

Han Fei didn't do it anymore. He leaned on the sofa and stared at the game character silently. He felt that the death building game was very similar to the manager task of the deep world.

Death again and again ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ again and again, the memory of the game character may also be constantly lost. If it was not controlled by someone, then he would have forgotten everything and changed from a game character to an NPC in the game. .

"Being manipulated can you go further? This game is made by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. Does he want to tell me that it is easier to maintain myself only by making chess pieces?"

Looking at the **** clothes of the game characters, Han Fei smiled indifferently: "I have been a supporting role for so many years since I was admitted to the Academy of Film and Television. Now that I have finally reached the center of the stage, how can I be at the mercy of this? Since the black box is given to me, it is mine."

"Han Fei, do you want to... meet my family first?" Zhuang Ren felt that he had been ignored. He walked directly in front of the TV this time, blocking Han Fei's sight: "As long as I can see my house from a distance At a glance, let alone the dead building game, both this house and my inheritance can be shared with you."

Seeing Zhuang Ren's resolute attitude, Han Fei couldn't continue playing, anyway, he had already got what he wanted.

"It's okay." Han Fei got up and turned off the game, and put the handle into the black box next to the video tape and emotional therapy device: "You put the game in it too, I will move the box away later."