Rules Strange Talk: They Say I Have Multiple Personalities

The contestants, seeing everyone doing the same, followed suit, though they didn't understand why.

"If I were a DJ, would you love me? Would you love me? Would you love me..."

On stage, a blond-haired boy was singing and dancing with a microphone. His style was very different from the other NPCs, like a golden retriever appearing in a wolf pack, very eye-catching, especially since he didn't have a dangerous aura, making it easy for people to relax.

The NPCs in this horror world aren't just the lost souls from the outer realms.

This competition is not only an opportunity for the living but also for the dead. The living and the dead are fighting for that glimmer of hope, for an unseen future.

"If I were a DJ, would you love me..."

Zhou Zimo heard the familiar voice and suddenly turned his head to look at the light screen of the person next to him.

This person's light screen was playing out loud, so everyone could see it.

Zhou Zimo saw the live broadcast on this person's light screen and immediately opened his own light screen.

"Brother..."

Zhou Zimo stared at the live broadcast, frantically swiping to zoom in on the blond boy singing on stage.

"Brother... it really is you."

He quickly opened the communication screen.

Zhou Zimo: "Sister Mu Chang, I want to enter the competition."

Mu Chang: "The contestant positions are fixed, and the instances are random. You can't change them at will."

Zhou Zimo: "I'm not changing it, I just want to go in and take a look."

Mu Chang: "I'll ask the boss."

Five seconds later.

Mu Chang: "Go in, but don't participate in the plot, or you'll bear the consequences."

Zhou Zimo: "Okay."

Zhou Zimo turned his head and sent another message: "Brother Liu, take over my work. I'm going into the competition."

Liu Lang: "Send it to me."

Zhou Zimo finished the handover and looked at the light screen again.

The boy on stage was shining brightly under the spotlight.

Zhou Zimo, wearing a cloak, stood under the stage, looking up at the person on the stage. The cloak isolated his aura, and no one noticed his presence.

The speakers blasted out explosive drumbeats, and many guests' hearts were pounding with the rhythm. The dancers were screaming as if they were on drugs, waving their arms wildly, and some even took off their clothes on the spot, screaming and throwing them into the air.

"Let me hear your voices, everyone!"

"Ah!!!!" The continuous screams made the contestants feel like their heads were about to explode, their consciousness fluctuating as if they were about to fall into a coma at any moment.

Someone accidentally sat back in their seat and was instantly chewed up and swallowed by the seat.

The person next to them, who also wanted to sit down, was startled and quickly stood up straight.

The others, who had been distracted, also saw this situation and quickly crowded around Bi Yi, because Bi Yi looked like he was fine and was happily swaying to the music.

As for the person who accidentally died, no one cared.

These contestants were all strangers to each other, and they wouldn't develop feelings for strangers. If it weren't for the existence of a big brother like Bi Yi, these people might have turned their knives on each other first, using lives to find a path.

But now, with Bi Yi's presence, they didn't dare to expose their dark sides. Half of the contestants who died in the previous round were killed by Bi Yi.

It was because those people saw that Bi Yi had delicate skin and tender flesh and had designs on him.

Most of those people were disciples of certain sects in various domains, skilled in various spells, and considered themselves superior, so they wanted other commoners to pave the way for them with their lives.

Bi Yi, with a youthful face and a sunny smile, casually twisted off their heads and threw them on the ground to kick as balls. All spells were like children's games in front of him, ridiculous and funny.

Therefore, the contestants in this round were all sensible and tried to please Bi Yi first, but Bi Yi never did things according to any rules. Sometimes he could lend you a hand, and sometimes he would step over you as you died in front of him.

So, it was impossible to rely on him completely to clear the game, and don't even think about moral kidnapping.

Honestly following him and not making any small moves might allow you to survive.

Bi Yi noticed that the contestants were surrounding him, but not crowding him, so he didn't care and swayed to the rhythm while walking his dog.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked towards the stage.

His gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Zhou Zimo next to the stage.

Although Zhou Zimo was wearing a cloak to conceal himself, Bi Yi recognized him at a glance.

However, Bi Yi could tell that he wasn't there to participate in the competition or to be an NPC, so he didn't say hello.

Zhou Zimo didn't know he had been discovered and stood blankly next to the stage.

"If I were a DJ, would you still love me..."

'Xiao Mo, brother has found a very profitable job. You have to be obedient, study hard, and brother will come back during the holidays. I'll buy you a phone then, and we can call each other often in the future.'

"Brother," Zhou Zimo murmured, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The singer on stage soon changed, and the speakers were no longer so deafening, but they were still playing DJ songs, very melancholic, making people's souls sway, constantly recalling painful memories.

Zhou Zimo quietly followed the singer off the stage, all the way to the dressing room, where there were other people.

"Yo, Little Zhou, off work?"

"Yeah, today's show seems important. I only sang a few songs, and the rest are for others to sing."

"It's not that important. A group of cross-dressers came, and the boss wanted to tease them. Your singing is too gentle, it doesn't achieve that effect, so he let you open the show to set the atmosphere, and the main event is later. Do you want to stay and watch?"

"No, I'll see if there's anywhere I can sing to earn some extra money."

"You're really a workaholic. Do you want to earn so much extra money to get a wife?"

"No, everyone is dead, who still thinks about that? I'm thinking about earning more so that one day I can send this money back to the real world. I have a younger brother outside."

"It's good to have something to worry about, something to look forward to. Go ahead, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Zhou Ziping had already changed his clothes, carrying his bag and walking out.

Zhou Zimo followed him silently, following him out of the bar, wandering on the street, watching him look around. The street was empty.

He disappointedly walked into a dilapidated building, into a dilapidated small room, put down his bag, sat on the bed, and took out a notebook to start accounting.

The room only had a bed and a small, paint-chipped wooden stool that he didn't know where he picked up. Zhou Zimo sat on the small wooden stool and quietly watched Zhou Ziping.

Zhou Ziping finished accounting and started writing a diary.

After finishing his diary, he went to wash up.

The room was really small, and the bathroom was next to the bed. He had to be careful not to bump into anything when he turned around. The bathroom didn't even have a door, only a piece of water-resistant cloth to cover it.

Zhou Zimo sat and stared blankly for a while, listening to the humming from the bathroom, his gaze falling on the bedside table. He reached out and picked up the diary, opening it.

"Bought a notebook, bought paper and pens, a total of two yuan. I should have bargained more, I definitely lost money. Fortunately, the notebook quality is okay, I can take it back and give it to... give it to who?"

"I seem to remember some things, but I didn't write them down, and I forgot again. Next time I remember something, I must write it down quickly."

"Today, I remembered that I died in the horror world, and later... later my consciousness was always drowsy."

"I seem to have woken up a long time ago, but the world is pitch black, and I don't even know who I am. I lived in a daze for I don't know how long."

"So, I've returned to the horror world. Is that why I remembered those memories?"

"Then where was I before? Why was it all pitch black everywhere?"

"How long has it been?"

"Right, I also have a younger brother. My younger brother is called Zhou Zimo."

"I don't know how old Zhou Zimo is now. I don't know if he's graduated from junior high school, maybe he's already in high school, or maybe he's in college. Does he have a girlfriend yet?"

"He still has to study, I don't know if he has any money. It won't do if he doesn't have money if he has a girlfriend."

"And he's been living with relatives. I used to send money back on time every month, and I also gave money during the New Year and holidays. Now that I'm gone, he must be having a hard time living under someone else's roof."

"Right, I remember when I died, I asked them to help me take care of my brother. The country provides arrangements for the families of well-performing contestants. Xiao Mo should be able to get good arrangements, right?"