Rules-based ghost talk game

After confirming to Dingping that she was really fine, Chen An asked Smiling Rabbit to take back the dirty silk.

"Let's go downstairs for dinner! By the way, I'll show you this villa. This will be our home from now on."

Seeing that Ding Ping was fine, Chen An was very happy from the bottom of his heart.

"villa?"

Ding Ping was slightly startled, and then she had time to take a closer look at the luxurious master bedroom.

Snow-white slate walls, luxurious red carpets, linen sheets embroidered with gold patterns...

"Is this very luxurious?" Ding Ping asked doubtfully.

Chen An had just stood up and was about to open the door and go out, but at this moment he froze slightly.

Isn't this luxurious?

"This is the guest room. Really, why are you so unfriendly to the wounded? Leave it here." Ding Ping rolled her eyes and said sourly.

Chen An couldn't help but turn around, looked at her and said with a wry smile: "Miss, this is the master bedroom!"

"Master bedroom?" Ding Ping was obviously stunned.

"Yes, this is a villa in the inner city of Soft City. It is of medium size and the monthly rent is 500 Story Points." Chen An muttered: "What kind of family did you have before? Why do you call such a luxurious place so miserable? "

Ding Ping couldn't help but blush slightly when she heard the words "Master Bedroom" and "Five Hundred Story Points".

She said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I didn't know... It turns out that the inner city of Soft City is so poor."

"Poor?" Chen An's eyes widened and he pointed at the house: "This is a two-story duplex, with this decoration and this material!"

This is a luxury that he would never dare to imagine in reality!

Ding Ping looked at Chen An's appearance with some confusion:

"Is this place very luxurious? My guest room is much better than here. Are most houses outside like this?"

Chen An's eyelids raised: "Miss, may I ask what kind of family you were in before you became a player?"

"An ordinary family." Ding Ping said innocently: "I suffered from congenital heart disease since I was a child. Until I became a player, I almost never left the house. The furthest I went was the golf course in my backyard."

Backyard? Golf course?

Ordinary family?

"May I ask what my father does for a living?" Chen An looked at the innocent-looking Ding Ping, feeling a little unbearable in his heart.

She's not pretending...it doesn't look like that.

"My dad is an employee of the Kowloon Group. I don't know the details. They didn't tell me. They told me since I was a child that my family was poor and I had to be sensible. They always told me some great principles of life and forced me to I’m learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I’m bored to death.”

Ding Ping stretched out her snow-white legs from the quilt, and stepped into the furry slippers with her pink socks on.

"Kowloon Group?" Chen An tried hard to think about the somewhat vague memory.

In order to collect information for the novel, he read a lot of news.

Ding Ping's surname is Ding...wait a minute...

Is the Kowloon Group the largest cultural media company in China? It seems that it has been in the top ten in the global enterprise rankings.

When I watched the award ceremony before, I complained that the bosses of these companies are not human beings, how did they become so big?

The chairman of Kowloon Group seems to be named Ding, right?

Chen An swallowed and spit.

"Miss, I would like to ask if you have congenital heart disease. How did you pass the first game?"

Ding Ping blinked her eyes.

"My first game was very simple, and I was quite confused. I was with a big sister player at the time, and she said that this was her fourth game and she wanted to lead us through the game.

He also told me a lot about players and Tieba, and how to clear the story world.

Later, everyone else was killed by the weirdness, and she and I were the only ones left. She said she was going to get some weird substances from that story world, and asked me to wait for her in the office.

At that time, there seemed to be some strange movement in the house, but didn't I have congenital heart disease? So I fainted.

When I woke up again, I couldn't find her, and I also found that I had become the mutant she said I was.

I searched for that big sister for a long time, but couldn't find it in the end. Seeing that the time was coming, I could only leave the story world according to the app's prompts.

But the good news is that after becoming an idiot, my heart disease has been cured."

Ding Ping smiled, with a hint of reminiscence on her face.

"It's just a pity that big sister. Maybe she left first. I don't know if we will meet again. She was very kind to us."

The more Chen An listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Old players, bringing in newbies, and based on what most players should have, and listening to Ding Ping's description, all the other players died one by one...

Brother Scar is scary. Even if Brother Scar is an exception, for players who have experienced three games, it shouldn't be that difficult to go to the novice difficulty. There is no way that the only ones who will die are her and Ding Ping.

And Ding Ping didn't say how difficult it was, the process didn't seem difficult.

"Was the difficulty of your first game very high?" Chen An asked.

Ding Ping shook her head: "It's okay, that big sister is very powerful, but it's quite unexpected that her teammates died...wait a minute..."

Ding Ping seemed to realize something, and she suddenly covered her mouth with her hand.

Chen An said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid... your eldest sister was performing something like [sacrifice] along the way. Her final goal was probably to obtain the weird substances in that world, but I don't know what happened.

, in the end you absorbed the strange substance without being backlashed."

"Thinking about it... when we finally entered the office... her expression was indeed a bit strange..." Ding Ping recalled, feeling a little chilly behind her back.

"Forget it, let's go eat." Chen An shook his head.

He had roughly figured it out, but it was a bit cruel to say it, so he had better not tell Ding Ping.

"Oh." Ding Ping scratched her head and followed Chen An out of the master bedroom.

In fact, according to Chen An's experience, the erosion of strange substances turns its host into a strange substance in the literal sense of the word, based on its original strange characteristics.

And it's thorough.

Therefore, mutants need "medium" to suppress and neutralize them so that their minds will not be contaminated.

The meaning of the "acting" and "research" path names themselves is actually to assimilate the "characteristics" of strange substances passively into active self-understanding.

In this way, "absorption" can be achieved and the power of the strange source of matter can be fully grasped.

So, Ding Ping happened by chance.

The strange source of her first story world happens to come from the weird [idiot] Sefirah in the path of the Pure One in Gray.

The purpose of idiots is to turn people into idiots.

But Ding Ping herself is such an idiot.

There really is no one more idiotic than her.

She can achieve the role that the medium should have by herself.

It's really an exception, too special.

Maybe there are people like her who have a pure soul and have not been tortured by reality and society since childhood, but they have not become players, they have become, and they have not happened to encounter the [idiot] Sefirot.

The big sister is probably dead. Chen An estimates that it is probably because according to the rules of the story world, to fully awaken the idiot seiran, a "sacrifice" that meets certain conditions is required, and Ding Ping fainted because she was in compliance with the medium.

Suppressed, so not sacrificed.

The eldest sister herself became a sacrifice, and after the idiotic essence was activated, it eroded Ding Ping based on its strange and spontaneous activity.

But because Ding Ping possesses the special ability of the medium, she... turned into a grotesque [idiot] by chance.

Chen An walked on the stairs and sighed.

Stupid people have stupid blessings.

However, these are just his guesses, and it is impossible to verify what the real situation was at that time.

...

...

As soon as he came downstairs, Chen An smelled an indescribable smell.

He moved his nose, feeling something bad in his heart.

I saw that Yin Qiaoxian was wearing black plain clothes at home, with long trouser legs hanging down to her feet, and a small pink apron tied around her waist. She was wearing thick gloves, and there were some black marks on her face.

He walked out carrying a pot of dark stuff.

Seeing Chen An, she first smiled, and then she saw Ding Ping following behind, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Sister Ding Ping, you...you..."

With a bang, the pot in Yin Qiaoxian's hand fell to the ground, and the black sticky substance inside scattered all over the floor.

"Ah! The mashed potatoes were spilled, but Sister Dingping..."

Yin Qiaoxian exclaimed and hurriedly knelt down to pick up the pot, but her little face still looked at Ding Ping's, with disbelief in her eyes.

She was also weird in the past. She could sense Ding Ping's condition, which was basically hopeless.

"Long hair makes you short of knowledge." Chen An glanced at her and felt a little lucky when she saw the black mess on the ground that she called "mashed potatoes."

"Hey, you were the one who took care of me before. I heard what Chen An said."

Ding Ping popped up from behind Chen An. With her hands behind her back, she leaned forward slightly, smiled at Yin Qiaoxian, and said, "Thank you."

"No...it's okay." Yin Qiaoxian's face turned slightly red, she lowered her head and cleaned up the black mess on the ground.

"By the way, Chen An." Ding Ping suddenly took out a book from behind and shook it at Chen An: "Is this your book? I just saw it on the bed."

Chen An looked over doubtfully.

I saw that it was a book with a pink and white cover. On it was a little girl wearing a black maid skirt, smiling, and making a heart sign with her hands on her chest.

On the cover of the book, there are seven large characters written "The Self-cultivation of a Maid" (Third Edition).

The corners of Chen An's mouth twitched.

"I'll go cook."

He took steps towards the kitchen.

Yin Qiaoxian was squatting on the ground, his face slightly red with his head lowered.

Ding Ping looked at the two of them, with a naughty curve on her lips.

...

Heat a pan with butter, slice the baguette into slices, and fry it for a while, then the aroma will spread out.

Paired with some ham and milk, it's a simple meal.

Fry a few more sun-cooked eggs,

,Perfect.

After calling Miao Luoying, the four of them sat at the dining table. Chen An told the two women about Ding Ping's situation.

Miao Luoying was equally happy and kept her mouth closed as she expressed her gratitude to Ding Ping.

Following Ding Ping's strange jokes, the corners of Chen An's mouth twitched, Miao Luoying laughed from ear to ear, and Yin Qiaoxian's face turned red and white, as if she was suppressing a smile.

It seems that the previous haze has dissipated.

It seems that this place is no longer the scary, weird, twisted and crazy dark side.

It's just a pleasant dinner for a large family of four.

...

Night gradually fell.

After everyone had finished eating, Chen An suddenly glanced outside the window.

Outside the window of this villa No. G133, there seemed to be a shadow passing by.

Chen An glanced at it strangely and walked over to take a look. There was no one on the street, except for a neighbor not far away who was walking away with a Chihuahua.

"Woof woof!"

In the quiet street, the chihuahua's bark sounded, and Chen An heard the dog owner's scolding again.

He shook his head, smiled bitterly that he was too nervous, and then closed the linen curtains.

only...

The windows are not floor-to-ceiling.

And below the window, in the blind spot of sight.

A man wearing a black coat,

The limbs are bent behind the back, forming a 45-degree angle, and the forearms and legs are pressed against the wall.

Leaning, in a strange posture...

Like a spider standing upside down,

He tilted his head,

Under the messy seaweed-like hair, there is a face with deep scars and some wrinkles from the years.

He suddenly turned over and lay on the ground.

The upper body is pressed against the wall under the window,

slowly,

facing the glass,

He stuck his head out.

It was a wide-open eye.

A weird and funny smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

On the other side, the walking neighbor seemed to have turned around in a circle and then came back.

He was passing by and saw this scene.

There was a look of astonishment on the face with a mustache and a gentleman's hat.

Then, he suddenly knelt on the ground.

rubbing against the ground,

Like a crawling snake,

Until it was stuck to the man's back.

His head appeared on top of the man's head,

The chin was pressed against the man's messy hair.

His eyes also widened, and his eyeballs bulged slightly.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A few seconds later.

The head of a Chihuahua,

His eyes widened.

The chin is close to each other,

Man's gentleman's hat.

The cold wind whistled in the street, but the house was still filled with laughter and laughter.