Rules-based ghost talk game

When he arrived at the villa, he turned on the light in the living room, took off his coat and shivered.

The temperature difference between day and night in Ruandu is huge, so he quickly called the girls to go upstairs.

In fact, he wanted to show off and introduce this beautiful villa to the ladies with a smile on his face.

However, Miao Luoying couldn't see it.

Ding Ping can see but cannot hear.

Xue Yuer's malicious intent... Chen An didn't want to deal with it.

Therefore, Chen An could only hold back his words and looked at Miao Luoying, whose pupils were gray, and then at Ding Ping, who was being led away by Xue Yuer with dull eyes.

It was as if there was sand in his eyes.

Taking the three girls upstairs, Chen An gave the largest room to Ding Ping and Xue Yuer.

After all, Ding Ping has to have someone around her to take care of her, and men and women cannot be intimate with each other.

After giving a serious warning to Yin Qiaoxian, Chen An took Miao Luoying into her bedroom.

Turn on the light, and warm white light shines into the warm room.

After helping Miao Luoying onto the big bed with a linen mattress, Chen An warned him a few words, saying that if you call him if you have something, he will be next door.

Closed the lights and door.

Returned to his bedroom.

The decoration here is not much different from Miao Luoying's, a large bed, a wardrobe and mirror, a desk and a writing table. There is a small balcony outside the window. Through the beautiful floor-to-ceiling window, the soft moonlight shines on the bedding. superior.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Chen An suddenly felt tired.

After the end of the second game, he struggled with the [monster] Essence. After arriving in Ruandu, he picked up Ding Ping and Miao Luoying, and found Brother Scar. He thought he could rest.

But this dinner made him a little tired.

Chen An took off the black satchel and placed it on the bedside along with the two motionless, unresponsive, shabby little rabbit stuffed animals.

Then, he stared blankly at the linen sheets, faced the bed, and opened his arms.

My body sank in all of a sudden, and then bounced back slightly. I felt the softness I had not seen for a long time, and I was holding on. The breath in my heart seemed to be broken.

Chen An closed his tired eyelids and fell asleep.

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Under the night, most of the players in Soft City fell asleep quietly.

The gray-white sky seemed to be covered with a layer of mist that would not dissipate, causing the moonlight to be hazy. The light shone in front of the station outside Sodu, and a little dust was stirred up on the gray-white stone ground.

The dust seemed to be blown up by the wind or rising under the moon. In the haze, an old leather shoe stepped on it.

It was a man, he was hunched over.

He wore a light yellow knitted hat, old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and his chin was covered with unshaven stubble.

His face looked slightly weathered, and he was wearing a brown leather coat that had been washed and turned white, and light blue jeans that were also washed and turned white.

The man was panting and walking towards the city. He seemed to have just gotten off the subway. At this moment, his eyes were a little timid. He carefully looked at the surrounding scene.

Suddenly, his forward movement stopped.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, and then his right hand violently grasped his left chest.

He knelt down half-kneeling and looked a little pale.

After a moment, he stood up.

Under the moonlight, his body stood straight.

That shabby fur coat showed off his temperament like a suit.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his eyes flickered, and he whispered to himself.

"Chen An?"

He muttered these two words, and his eyes under the mirror frame showed some doubts.

"He remembers me?"

After a while, he found a table aside and took out a shabby note pad from the inner pocket of his fur coat.

The notepad is yellowed and wrinkled, and there are already some writings on it:

[The first death: You cannot believe in the goodwill of human beings, you cannot believe in weird words, but the essence of death is your own weakness.

I woke up where the nightmare started.

I have a lot more memories.

This may have something to do with my past.

I discovered that I could eliminate my own presence.

I became a beggar.]

The man took out his oily ballpoint pen and wrote below this line:

[The second death: In the first second death, there were omissions in the plan. I missed some key information. This information seemed to have been erased, and some of the rules that should have existed disappeared. 】

He paused, seemed to be thinking, and then continued writing:

[The second secondary death, I underestimated the power of the weird. In a polluted place, you can't be the enemy of the weird... You can't rely on your own strength to be the enemy of the weird. This is wrong.

The correct way is to rely on your own strength to survive, find loopholes in the rules, and find ways to use the rules to defeat the weird.

Rules come from rules.

Therefore, rules prevail over weirdness.

Rules hope to purify pollution.

But the rules have also been tainted.

Rules and pollution coexist.

Even so, the restraint of pollution by rules, under the madness, still has the characteristics of efficiency and convenience.

There are more memories in my mind, and I think that I might have been a high-level mutant.

How high is it?】

The man stopped writing again, hesitating, his eyes flickering.

After a while, accompanied by the whistling of the cold wind, the ballpoint pen rustled on the note pad.

[I don’t know what madness is, but I think I was stronger than madness. 】

The man closed his eyes slightly. After a moment, as his eyes opened, his whole aura became ordinary, like a person who could not be found if he was thrown into the crowd.

[It seems that every time I am resurrected after death, I will increase the level of mutation.

The first time I died, I became a grotesque "beggar".

The second death, now I am a horror-level "black fairy tale".

I think this power is not a gift from God.

So, what's the cost?

Why am I resurrected?

What kind of existence was I?

who I am?

Every time I am resurrected, there will be many more memories in my mind, as if I already know these memories.]

After writing this, the man closed the notebook.

The cold wind blew over his thin face, and under the moonlight, his eyes looked deep.

He quietly walked towards Ruandu step by step.

"Chen An remembers me."

He was talking to himself.

"I met him in the first game, right, who was I then?"

His eyes were a little confused.

"I can't seem to remember that period of my life in the real world. I seem to have a daughter? What's her name?"

Thinking of this, the man suddenly felt his heart hurt.

He turned the crumpled notepad in his hand to the last page, where there was a photo.

The photo was yellowed and worn out. It was a half-palm-sized photo with a girl on it.

A little girl with twin ponytails and rosy cheeks, wearing a red cotton jacket, holding a bunch of bitten candied haws in her hand, with a happy face.

He looks like he is four or five years old.

The man stared blankly at the photo in his hand.

Suddenly, he felt something fall from his eyes.

The photo was soaked in water, and the girl's face was slightly blurred.

"Who are you?"

The man's voice seemed to be trembling, but there was a calmness coming from the depths of his soul.

"The next time I wake up, I will completely forget these things. It seems to be a not beautiful life."

He was talking to himself.

The cold wind at night is still blowing.

As the man walked, he closed the note pad and put it back into the inner pocket of his coat.

But at this time, I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

A thin photo slipped from it. The photo floated slightly in the air and soon fell behind the man.

"Chen An still remembers me."

The man was still talking to himself.

"My memory is telling me that I cannot let others discover me, I need to hide myself and wait for the next death full of lessons.

Is this my fate? Is it my previous plan?

When will I die?

Until I won’t die?”

Soon, he arrived at the entrance of the soft capital.

The two guards in tattered iron uniforms were full of energy at this time, with bright eyes.

The guards held steel rods in their hands and stood there, like two guardians of the soft city.

The man walked over and his appearance caught the guard's eyes.

The guard's face trembled slightly.

This guy is a bit strange...

The guard felt a little weird. He looked at this man. This man with an ordinary appearance seemed to be a new player, right?

But how could he...

So peaceful....

How about tears?

"What's your name?" the guard asked warily.

The man was slightly startled.

He sniffed his slightly red nose and his eyes flickered slightly.

In my mind, I recalled that vague memory, that there was always an old-fashioned TV set in that shabby and small home.

A woman whose appearance she could no longer remember often ate melon seeds, hugged a female doll, and watched TV.

What was playing on the TV seemed to be an old-fashioned TV series, a TV series that was stinky and long, but was deeply loved by the woman.

At that time, I always seemed to think it was vulgar.

But if you don’t look at it, you won’t look at it,

After listening for a long time,

The names of the leading actors are always buzzing in my ears and eyes.

Before... I just chose one of the names and used it as my own.

Um...

Seeing that the man remained silent, the guard's eyes became more alert.

He spoke again, his tone full of warning.

"Sir, please tell me your name. This is the rule for entering the city at night."

The man took a breath.

The one named Chen An remembered his "name".

Then...

Change it to another one.

As long as it doesn't attract attention, that's fine, right?

That TV series seems to be full of tacky, popular names.

The man raised his head, and under the moonlight, his pair of deep eyes looked at the guard with a vigilant face.

The man's lips moved and he said softly and calmly:

"Hello, my name is...Nicholas Zhao Si."

...

Zhao Si entered the city, but the guard was in a daze.

"Nicholas Zhao Si? Is there really someone with such a name?" he said to the guard on the side.

The guard glanced at him: "It's rare but strange. There used to be people named Li Goudan. Anyway, it's fine if they don't have that surname in their names."

"It's just a little strange." The guard shrugged.

"Okay, the night is still long, do your duty well." Another guard said.

But the guard was still a little bored. He shook his head and stared boredly at the desert in front of him.

"so boring."

"It's better to be bored. If we are in this position and have a conversation, that would be a bad thing."

"Speaking of which, the man just now seemed like an ordinary office worker."

"Eh? It's really...hey, I don't even remember what he looks like."

"What does it look like?"

The guard's eyes were a little confused.

After a while, he said doubtfully:

"Did anyone come into the city just now?"

The other guard was also slightly startled, his brows furrowed, as if he was trying to remember.

"Probably... yes?"