secret chat room

The sound of reading came from downstairs, and a little boy who was supposed to be among them was leaning on the railing on the top floor and narrowed his eyes.

It turns out that the wind on the top floor is not much different from usual. I wonder if the wind felt by the person when he fell was different.

the little boy thought.

Just when he was about to give it a try, "Bang!"

This was the sound of an iron door that had been in disrepair being pushed hard and hitting the wall.

"Ah! Brother! Why are you here too?" A familiar shout came from behind.

Xiaozhuang Xie turned around and saw that it was indeed that annoying fly.

"Ah! Brother! I caught you! Hee hee!" Cheng Najing, who was wearing a high ponytail, saw the familiar little brother next door, who was carrying a schoolbag that was a bit heavy for her at a relatively young age.

Came over.

"Are you late too? If you go in now, you will definitely be caught! I will wait here until next morning reading! This way I won't be discovered! Am I very smart!"

Xiao Zhuang Xie looked at her expressionlessly, as if he was looking at an idiot.

"You think the head teacher won't call the roll when he sees the empty seats, right?"

"Ah! That's right!" Xiao Najing's excitement suddenly felt like a deflated balloon, and then she burst out laughing again, "I'm so stupid!"

After laughing like this for a while, Xiao Najing asked curiously, "By the way, brother, I seem to have never seen you smile before. Obviously every time I make something silly, my mother laughs very happily!"

"Because I'm different from you."

Perhaps it was the decision to take that step that made Xiao Zhuang Xie suddenly different from usual and willing to say a few more words.

"Is it different?" Xiaona pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I am also different from you!"

As if she had made up her mind, Xiao Najing suddenly untied her ponytail and flipped it to the right, "Look, I don't have hair here! It's different from Yuanyuan and the others!"

As he spoke, he pointed with his chubby little finger to a patch of bald area near the back of his head caused by an injury.

"And here! Here!" Xiao Najing rolled up her trousers, showing off a palm-sized red birthmark as if to show off a treasure.

"There's still this place!" Xiao Najing leaned her head over and opened her mouth with an "ah" sound.

"Brother, look! I have a sharp point here!"

She pointed to one of her front teeth that looked sharp after being decayed.

"My deskmate Yuanyuan said I was ugly! But my mother said these are rewards from the stars falling from the sky! I am different from others because I am better! My mother is prettier, and I think she is right!"

A reward of stars...?

Xiao Zhuang Xie suddenly frowned, "You...you have such a bad mouth."

Xiao Na stood there with her mouth wide open, and then she stamped her feet anxiously, "This is me! This is the person who ate steamed buns! This is the taste of steamed buns!"

Then while explaining desperately, he took out the steamed buns in a white plastic bag from his schoolbag.

Xiaozhuang Xie sniffed his nose, stuffed with leeks.

When your throat moves, some saliva will automatically secrete from your mouth.

I took it and smelled it, "Wow!" I stuffed it into my mouth and chewed it a few times. It was quite fragrant.

Then he said to the stunned little Najing, "You are right, I believe it, it's the smell of steamed buns."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the stairs.

I just vaguely heard Xiao Najing's aggrieved voice behind me, "That's...that's my breakfast!"

Xiaozhuang Xie shrugged, "What does it have to do with me?"

...

June 27, 2019, 10:00.

Zhuang Xie had a leek bun stuffed in his mouth, looked up at the electronic clock, then lowered his head and continued to stare at the computer screen.

The atmosphere in the chat room at this time is completely different from before.

Four days have passed since Zhuang Xie said, "Have you ever played this chat group game?"

Whether they were members who hadn't noticed it before, or who had noticed it but didn't care, after Zhuang Xie told him that he got 2 million after clearing the game, they were either dubious or scornful, but it undoubtedly aroused everyone's interest in this game.

I started to be interested in the games that come with the chat group.

All the changes came from June 25th, the day before yesterday.

Clay Sculpture, who has always been the most taciturn, spoke like crazy in the chat group, saying that her paralyzed lower limbs were actually back to normal!

These words were even more fantastical than what Zhuang Xie said. The other five people all suspected that Clay Sculpture and Zhuang Xie were colluding. Even Xing Mang, the always nice guy in the group, also criticized this.

Only Zhuang Xie knew that what the clay sculpture said was probably true, or that he had expected it.

The rewards for completing the game in this weird chat group will most likely be able to solve the player's biggest dilemma today.

When he was playing this game, he was really stuck with the studio's financial problems. This was further verified by the clay sculpture's recovery from paralysis without treatment after clearing the level.

But today, things have changed again.

Huang Mao: "Holy shit, shit, shit! It's true! Damn it! This is a group of gods!"

Hammer: "What do you mean?"

Huang Mao: "It's the reward that Gear and Clay Sculpture said! It's actually true! It's amazing! @ Gear @ Clay Sculpture"

Box Lunch: "Did you take money from them too? Or are you all in the same group? It's up to you!"

Huang Mao: "Damn it! Why did I lie to you? Believe it or not, I will pull you down!"

When Huang Mao and Ben Xian were in the group and there were signs of a big quarrel, another person joined the chat.

Xingmang: "@全 I also think what the gears and clay sculptures said is nonsense, and I even prepared to take screenshots to preserve the evidence. But! But I really got a reward here! I was also very confused at this time! But what they two said

It should be true!”

Dahlia: "So Brother Xingmang and Brother Huangmao, what rewards did you get?"

Dahlia also posted an emoticon of a curious girl.

Xingmang: "This, it's a bit complicated to say, but the gears and clay sculptures are indeed telling the truth! This group, no! This should be a gift from the Creator!"

Huang Mao: "Hey! Like Xingmang, the rewards I received are hard to say! But they are real!"

Clay Sculpture: "It's really miraculous. The important thing is that after my leg healed, no one around me felt strange. It was as if I just had a sprained foot before. It's so miraculous that it almost makes me a little panicked."

Since that day, Clay Sculpture has been talking more in the group.

Zhuang Xie actually started the game with other members, somewhat in a guiding manner.

It's not that he didn't know how strange and dangerous it might be.

But what does it have to do with him?

He just wanted to collect information now. After he investigated his situation thoroughly and even risked his life to experience a strange incident, instead of solving the doubts in his heart, it only increased the doubts.

The only ones he can use to collect intelligence are other members of the group.

From Zhuang Xie's point of view, since he has joined this group, it is wishful thinking to escape from the strange and haunting situation like him, but it will only happen sooner or later.

But the strange thing now is that the members who have received the "reward" are all marveling at the miracle of the Creator, and are ecstatically thinking that they are extremely lucky people.

Why?

Why didn't they suffer the same misfortunes as themselves?

Zhuang Xie is not resentful, he is really puzzled. In his opinion, the weirdness and style of this chat group makes him believe that it is a deal with the devil more than a gift from the Creator.

Solve your dilemma and then strip yourself of your most precious possessions.

Zhuang Xie, who frowned deeply, typed on the keyboard and asked a question as if chatting.

Gear: "By the way! This game is not easy! How many times have you died?"

Clay Sculpture: "I died five times!"

Xing Mang: "I died seven times. This game is indeed difficult."

Huang Mao: "Hahaha! You guys are too good! I only died three times!"