Pet King

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Periodic vibrations came from under the pillows, and the music gradually weakened.

Zhang Zi'an woke up stupidly, feeling that she had just closed her eyes and hadn't fallen asleep at all, and her cell phone alarm rang.

Why does the mobile alarm sound?

Just detached from his dream, his mind is still at the junction of reality and dream, and he is not fully awake yet.

The curtains were completely dark outside, and occasionally sparse raindrops hit the window glass.

It's time to absorb and pour water.

He finally remembered the reason for setting the alarm. The typhoon had just passed and the outdoor sewage had not subsided.

If you do not clean up the sewage seeping through the door gap every two or three hours, the first floor may be soaked. When the sewage overflows the height of the baseboard, it will leave ugly on the wall and unless it is repainted. Watermarks on walls otherwise difficult to remove.

In addition, the temperature of the aquarium may also rise to the dangerous edge, it is time to add ice and sea salt to cool down.

The clerks are all home. He has to do all these things by himself. It is roughly estimated that he will toss for at least half an hour. After the toss is done, it is not far from dawn, but there is no way. Fortunately, during the daytime, the sewage may be returned Almost, the municipal department should also hurry to repair the circuit.

Every time Zhuang Xiaodie pushed him out of his dream, he used such a simple and rude way. It would be better if he could moisturize as quietly as when pulling him into the dream ... but just think about it, dare to be angry and dare not speak.

In addition, he wasn't sure whether she was tossing him intentionally or whether she had to leave the dream in this way. After all, dreams are easy to linger, and you may only leave a miracle if you want to leave.

There was no electricity, the sky was not bright, and the room was dark, almost no fingers could be reached, but he knew the layout of the room, and he would not be tripped with his eyes closed.

He fumbled downstairs, of course the first floor was also black, and the cats and dogs heard the noise, and there was a little commotion.

He put on the emergency light, first went to the next door and added ice cubes and sea salt to several aquariums. Then he went back to the pet store and threw a cloth with a lot of water near the door into a plastic bucket to remove the sewage. Of rags.

After tossing, he was sweating a little, and he was basically awake, completely sleepless, and he might not be able to sleep even when he was back in bed.

I don't know what's going on, he always feels something wrong. After thinking about it for a while, he noticed that he didn't seem to hear the elves' complaints?

As usual, when things get up in the middle of the night, the sensitive elves are basically awakened. Although most of them don't care, there are always a few complaints about those who love to sleep.

But from now on, he didn't hear a complaint.

Is it because they sleep too hard?

During the day, the elves were not as busy as he and the shop assistants. They were not affected, and they should not have slept soundly.

His heart fluttered a beat, and a bad premonition burst into his heart.

Going upstairs with an emergency light may dazzle the eyes of the elves. Besides, he is familiar at home and does not need an emergency light, so he put it back on the cash register just now.

At this point, he lit up the emergency light again and went up the stairs.

Standing at the bedroom door, he became even more panicked and short of breath, and did not dare to open the concealed door.

No, it shouldn't ...

He tried to comfort himself, it should be just that he thought too much. When he opened the door, the bright light of the emergency light illuminated the room, and the elves would anger and angry at him ...

So, after doing several psychological constructions, he lowered his head and opened the door.

Intense light hits the room.

The room was still quiet, and the expected scolding did not appear.

He raised his head slowly and absently.

The empty room was illuminated by emergency lights without any living things.

The crib is empty.

The curtain of the princess bed was empty.

Under the princess bed, empty.

The electric blanket on the mat was empty.

The hanging rattan chair is empty.

It's empty by the night light.

By the pillow, empty ...

His chest was almost suffocated almost like a huge stone, and breathing was extremely difficult.

what happened?

"Xinghai? This is not the time to play hide and seek."

no respond.

"Fina?"

"Master Tea?"

"Richard?"

"Feimas?"

"Faith?"

"Π?"

"Snow Lion?"

His voice was like a mud ox entering the sea, and all did not respond.

He didn't give up, walked quickly to the bed, squatted down and lifted the hanging sheets.

Vladimir, who usually sleeps under the bed, is not there.

He rushed towards the bathroom without even knocking on the door, and opened the bathroom door.

"Shihua?"

There was a clear stream of water in the bathtub, and there was no Shihua figure either.

His heart was beating fiercely, and he was about to come out of his throat. His temples were hurting, and he felt the throat exhaling heat like a fire-breathing dragon.

"Hey! Where have you been hiding? Don't hide it! What a surprise? It's not my birthday yet!"

He raised the volume, almost shouting, even if someone complained that he disturbed the people late at night.

Still no response.

what happened?

If it's a joke, it's overkill, and maybe only Richard can make this joke.

When he finished his work, he still sweated a little, but now he was sweating heavily, his chest and back were soaked, it was like running five kilometers in three volt days.

Calm down, calm down.

Panic now makes no sense.

First understand what is going on.

Is it ...

Suddenly, his aura of light flashed, as if a thirsty person saw the clear spring, he had great hope.

Is this still in a dream?

Zhuang Xiaodie reapplied her tricks, and made a dream where all the elves had disappeared, making him think he had left the dream, but it was actually a dream like a Russian matryoshka?

"Zhuang Xiaodie, come out, I've seen it through, this is another dream you made, right? The same trick can only work for me once, change something new." He said bluntly.

He so desperately wanted this to be a dream, as long as he was awake, everything would be as usual, he would scream and get up from the bed, and then he would be scolded a few times, nothing more.

After waiting for a while, there was still no response.

Based on his understanding of Zhuang Xiaodie, if he sees through the dream, she doesn't seem to need to continue playing, she disdains, she should show up generously with her character, torture him and let He is really awake.

After waiting for a while, Zhuang Xiaodie neither appeared nor showed any response.

He stood indoors, as empty as a room.

He couldn't hope that this was a dream, but he couldn't paralyze himself, pinning all hope on this dream, nor pinning all hope on Zhuang Xiaodie.

People always depend on themselves.

He adjusted his breathing as much as possible, forcibly diverted his attention, and stopped thinking about whether it was a dream world or not, but began to consider other possibilities.

Will it ...

He thought of another ridiculous possibility. Will there be no elves from beginning to end? Everything is just a delusion in his mind? He even came up with a logical explanation-he was so excited by the sudden death of his parents that he imagined the elves to accompany him.

In other words, has he been crazy?

However, all the details indicate that there was indeed a living creature other than him in the bedroom.

On the mat of the crib, a few short black and white hairs fell.

He reached under the mattress on the princess's bed, and found the diamond ring hidden there, with the slight scratches left by sharp claws on the ring.

Open the laptop, a Word document is saved on the desktop, and after clicking it, the cursor flashes at the end of a chapter that has not been written.

There is a faint yellow-green mark on the bed sheet beside the pillow, with a smell.

On the bathroom cabinet next to the bathtub, there was a very feminine mobile phone, which ran out of power.

These details cannot be forged by a lunatic in order to deceive himself? That special is too dedicated!

It's not a joke, it's not a dream, it's not a madness. So what reason can explain the collective disappearance of the elves?

Are there any terrible enemies sneaking in, and God has unknowingly killed all the elves?

"..."

how is this possible.

Not to mention that he has been sleeping in the room with the elves, even if he is a negligible puppet, what powerful existence can do this without waking him up?

Thinking of this, his gaze fell on the pillow.

He went to the bed and pulled out the phone from under the pillow. Just after stopping the alarm of the phone just now, he put the phone back under the pillow.

He unlocked the phone, swiped the screen, and looked for the familiar icon.

No.

He slipped and panicked, flipped the interface over and over and over and over again, but couldn't find the icon for the Pet Hunter game.

How do I start the game without an icon?

At this point, he noticed an unread notification in the notification bar at the top of the screen.

He pulled down the notification bar.

[Game tip]: Dear player, due to the accumulation of more and more irreparable errors in the game, a large number of elves have recently been defeated by unknown units that do not exist in the database at the same time, so we judge the stability of the game It has reached a precarious degree. Now we regret to inform you that this game has been discontinued. According to the user agreement, all player accounts have been cancelled and all captured sprites have been recovered. When you see this notification, the game app has been removed from your phone and cannot be recovered. Thank you for your participation and company over the past year. Goodbye.

Read through, a passage so full of official wording can be summarized in a few words-dear player, I am your father.

He read the notice over and over again, until every word remained in his mind.

Although he was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone to the ground a few times, he still resisted the impulse, and even this notice was not crossed out, because this is the only proof that the "Pet Hunter" game once existed on the phone. It fell as if the bond with the elves was completely broken.

The muscles in his whole body were shaking, and the sudden disappearance of the elves was a ghost of the game!

In retrospect, when I just downloaded this game and registered it, things like user agreement flashed on the screen, but who would take a long look at such a long list of things? Still not brainless? You can't play without clicking OK.

If you think about it, the user agreement seems to say that the player account and the sprite belong to the game, but even so, it is unreasonable to say logout and logout, and recycle to recover, it is too unreasonable, and he did not violate the game rules It ’s ... well, Vladimir may have overdone the piercing of the air wall, but it has nothing to do with him. Things like a large number of elves being defeated by unknown units have nothing to do with him. What makes him responsible for this too?

No, this can't be tolerated!

He stood up arrogantly and was about to go out with his mobile phone, but stopped a few steps.

Who are you looking for?

Looking for a TV station exposure or consumer complaint?

is that useful?

He sat down on the floor, his head folded with his hands on his head.

Useless, it's useless to find anyone.

In terms of black technology embodied in games, it is far beyond the scope of modern technology. As long as people are willing to conquer the world in minutes.

Time passed minute by minute, and his heart became colder and colder.

He was reluctant to admit it, but the fact is that he might never see the elves again, or even have time to say goodbye.

This feeling of pain and powerlessness falling into the abyss is no less than when he received a bad call from his parents.

No, in fact, the elves said goodbye to him, and when he was half asleep, he heard what the elves said in a different tone than usual.

He thought it was a dream, because even the snow lion, who always hated him, seemed sad.

If ... if he could open his eyes then, maybe he could see the elves one last time, maybe he had time to say goodbye.

Slap.

Tears slipped silently from his cheeks, slamming them on the floor.

The empty house was as silent as a grave.

I don't know how long it has been.

He had been sitting with his head down so much that he didn't even want to do the work of absorbing water and pouring water and adding ice cubes.

Just as the first faint light dawned through the window.

In the blurring vision, something suddenly moved.

"Meow ~ Zi'an ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Don't cry ~"

His heart was hit hard and almost stopped beating.

He slowly raised his head and saw a black and white kitten squatting in front of him.

"Star ... Xinghai?"

He stared at it in disbelief.

Is this dreaming? Did you fall asleep without knowing it?

Xinghai is back?

"Meow ~ Zi'an, cheer up! Don't be sad ~"

Xinghai stared at him with silver-gray eyes.

"But ... everyone is gone ..." He wiped his tears fiercely, staring carefully at the Xinghai in front of him, for fear that it would be a Mirage-like Mirage.

"Meow ~ Xinghai knows ~" It nodded, "Don't worry, let's wait for reinforcements ~"