Rules-based ghost talk game

"I will write on it... No, you write, I say, you write." Chen An pushed the pen and paper to Ding Ping and said in a deep voice: "From now on, I say a word and you write a word.

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"Why?" Ding Ping showed a confused expression.

Chen An narrowed her eyes slightly, she forgot again.

"It's a very important thing. This is a strange world. There are unknown existences that make you forget something..." Chen An said softly: "Let's get started."

Seeing that Ding Ping's expression became more solemn and she nodded, Chen An said:

"Liu Neng, my teammate in the first game, also appeared in Miao Luoying's second game.

He was killed by Doctor Zhao in the second game between you, me, Sister Luo Ying, and died in front of you and me.

Just now, when you and I were performing a mission, we encountered a trap set by a secret organization and were apparently killed. Liu Neng suddenly appeared and allowed you and me to escape."

With the sound of "shashasha" being written, Ding Ping's eyes became more and more solemn.

"Why was he resurrected, who is he, and why the timeline doesn't match up." Chen An said again.

Click.

Just then the door opened, and the two turned around to see Miao Luoying, who was wearing an off-white robe, a hood, a veil, and a white gauze tied around her face.

Behind her, Xue Yuer was wearing a black gothic gauze dress, holding scissors in her hand, and quietly poked her head out.

"Master, we are back!" Xue Yuer smiled maliciously.

"You came just in time." Chen An nodded. He wanted to tell them about Liu Neng, but then he recalled Ding Ping's situation...

This doesn't seem to be possible, at least, not so straightforwardly... Chen An thought to himself.

I don't know why, Liu Neng gave him an extremely uneasy feeling. It was unknown, pure unknown! There was no thought at all!

On the other hand... Brother Scar probably didn't notice this person's problem, otherwise, in the first game, the person whom Brother Scar identified as the "potential one" must not have been him, but Liu Neng.

"What are you writing about?" Xue Yuer walked over, glanced at the content on the table, and said: "Sister Ding Ping, are you writing a summary? Liu Neng, isn't Liu Neng my teammate in the first game with the master?

?”

Ding Ping was slightly startled: "What to write?" She then looked at the desktop, where there was a piece of white paper with lines of text written on it.

She saw at a glance that it was her own handwriting!

As her eyes moved over the paper, Ding Ping's expression became more solemn.

"Liu Neng...I remember he was just an ordinary uncle." Xue Yuer scratched her head maliciously. She sat on the chair and looked at Chen An: "Master, will Liu Neng be resurrected? Or will he be your teammate in the second game?

?”

Xue Yuer said maliciously: "I don't even know!"

"Liu Neng?" Miao Luoying also wondered: "This name sounds familiar."

Chen An looked at Xue Yue'er with malice. Does she still remember this? Well... Judging from Sister Luoying's reaction, her memory of Liu Neng has been blurred.

"Yin Qiaoxian, did you notice Liu Neng's weirdness at that time?" Chen An looked at this little loli and asked softly.

"Let me think about it..." Yin Qiaoxian closed her eyes and pondered slightly.

Chen An looked at her nervously.

After a while, she opened her eyes, a little confused.

When she saw Chen An looking at her, she couldn't help but show a little respect and said: "Master, what's the matter?"

Chen An closed his eyes.

Well, a person who can't think.

Chen An turned to look at Ding Ping again and saw that she had been staring at the piece of paper in deep thought, her eyes becoming more and more solemn.

Well...she seems to have been like this several times.

Suddenly, Chen An felt a chill in his heart.

Liu Neng...the dead man who carried out his two games made him feel...feared for the first time!

If you cannot think about his existence, you will forget it if you think about it!

He... is like a wandering person in the world, an "ordinary office worker" who is so ordinary that people can't even remember what he is!

It's like a hidden person, as if his existence is one of the "secrets" in the world!

"What makes me feel even more uneasy is that I am the only one who remembers everything." Chen An's eyes closed slightly, and his heart was pounding.

Damn it, if I had forgotten him subconsciously like everyone else, these things wouldn't have happened!

But I still remember it!

Looking at the three women beside him, it was clear that the room was full of people, but Chen An felt isolated and helpless.

He took a deep breath and said: "Three of you, don't worry about Liu Neng for now. Let's see what to do next. The tasks should be taken away. I propose to conduct a routine summary... Well, we must at least know,

The purpose of these covert organizations, and,

Make preparations and go to the wine cellar in the wasteland of the West District tomorrow to investigate."

Chen An's voice echoed in the villa.

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...

A touch of orange light slowly reflected on the sky. After bidding farewell to the scorching hot afternoon, the cool breeze at dusk made people feel quite refreshed.

However, Brother Scar didn't think so in the study room on the second floor.

He stood by a half-open window, looking out the window with a sad look. After a while, he took a deep breath of the tobacco he rolled. Surrounded by the smoke, under his messy seaweed-like hair, his eyes

Flashing with a little irritability.

The table next to it was covered with letters and papers. From the writings on them, one could probably tell that these were the deaths of Soft City players in the past two days, as well as the actions of the secret organization.

"What do these lunatics want to do!" Brother Scar slapped the table angrily, his face, which was holding a cigarette in his mouth, slightly blurred by the smoke.

There are so many bad things going on during this time!

Traces of secret organizations have appeared all over Soft City. These tasks were issued today, and five of the players who performed the tasks... died!

Five mutants! Inner city dwellers!

This number is not large, but it also means that the secret organization has really taken action against people in the inner city.

"What are the people in the City Lord's Mansion doing?" Brother Scar scratched his hair, sighed, sat on a chair, pulled out a blank piece of paper, and wrote on it with a pen.

He wanted to report on the situation of the secret organization in Soft City during the past two days.

It's just that the higher-ups don't pay much attention to Soft City and pay very little attention to it.

Brother Scar sighed in his heart.

Is Soft City really going to be abandoned?

Bang bang bang.

At this moment, a slight and crisp knock on the door sounded.

"Please come in." Brother Scar said in a low voice, somewhat irritably.

Either Chen An came or Zi Yan came back. Brother Scar turned his head and looked.

All I saw was a woman.

Her long wavy brown-black hair is shawl-shaped, her round face has blurred almond-shaped eyes, and her red lips are lightly parted, which makes people's hearts flutter. At this moment, Wang Ziyan is wearing cotton slippers with bare feet and wearing a cool dark purple skirt, revealing her red and tender shoulders.

She had just searched around outside and found no trace of Amy Moretti. She seemed to have disappeared from the world.

After returning home, she changed her clothes and happened to hear the movement in the study.

"Brother Scar." Wang Ziyan smiled slightly. She ran towards Brother Scar and hugged the middle-aged man on the chair.

Feeling the softness and fragrance that he hadn't seen in a few days, Brother Scar felt a lot more relaxed.

He looked at Wang Ziyan's face, which seemed to be even prettier after not seeing her for a few days.

"Zi Yan, congratulations, you survived." Brother Scar tried to form a smile on his lips, but the riots of the secret organization were like a haze in his heart, surrounding his heart together with the sadness of being ignored.

He couldn't laugh, so he could only say in a low voice: "I knew you could do it."

Wang Ziyan's eyes flickered, a slight smile hung on her lips, and she said in a soft tone: "Why don't you thank my good brother Scar...for your teachings and fragments of stories...well...although... "Wang Ziyan's tone paused.

Before walking in the door, she was already thinking about whether she should act...more hungry for power.

After thinking about how she should survive the disaster, she gritted her teeth slightly and said:

"I...have experienced a lot of dangers. I feel that my power is too small. Brother Scar, I feel that I am qualified to become a mutant!"