Thriller Paradise Chapter 66:

The lively scene on the forum is still in the ascendant after two days, and many people who have posted each other have sprayed feelings, although this feeling is hatred...

　　 What kind of person is the easiest to have grudges with others and turn into a growing hatred? Careful people chant.

　　 So, the public beta has not yet started, and many villains have already made appointments on the forums, and they are going to have a life-and-death in the "killing game" mode. Of course, the prerequisite is that they have to reach level 15 or above to be able to enter this mode. And both sides have to think that they have a certainty of victory before this contest will begin.

　　 villain, I am most afraid of losing my face, because their lining is really ugly.

　　 I'm afraid of embarrassment if I lose, but if I win, the villain won't give others the slightest face, so he is a villain.

　　 If the 　　 does not simply lose, there will be various reasons, such as "You play longer than me", "Your level is higher than me", "Your equipment is better than me", and the sharpest two. Article: "No feel" and "No explanation".

　　It’s easy to win against a gentleman. To win against a villain, you have to have the ability to dismantle the Gundam with your bare hands. By the way, find dozens of witnesses to testify, and it is best to take pictures of the process. That way, the villain can only admit defeat, and then hate you for a lifetime...

　　 In the past two days, Feng Bujue didn't care about the game. After two days of clear soup and noodles, focusing on codewords, he finished writing this month's manuscript. In addition, Arthas finally understood that the sandbox is the toilet.

　　 On Tuesday morning, Thrillerland opened again. This time, it was a public beta version.

　　Feng Bujue didn’t go online the first time. Obviously, the opening time and his sleep time overlapped, and he finally adjusted his biological clock back. He didn’t want to disrupt it anymore. After all, he started at 12 o’clock and went to bed at 4 in the morning. Can save a meal...

　　 At 1:30 in the afternoon, Feng Bujue filled Arthas' bowl with cat food, cleaned the sand table, and waited for the little ancestor before lying in the game cabin.

　　 A series of system prompts are not shown here. After arriving in the login space, Feng Bujue did not notice any obvious changes.

　　 He clicked on the touch screen and looked at the list of friends. The four names in it were all dimly offline.

　　 "Ah...I am really free..." Feng Bujue mocked himself in a lazy tone.

　　Nothing has been added to the operation interface, but the new interface looks more complete and beautiful. In addition, the game description has become more complete. The problem of "display" can also be found in the FAQ now.

　　 Seeing this, Feng Bujue remembered to tidy up his luggage.

　　’s current luggage capacity is 7/10, and the contents are: Mario’s pipe wrenches, hate eyes, western-style kitchen knives, baseball bats, M1911A1 pistols, echo armor, and a bag of garlic.

　　Z virus anti-virus serum is a plot item that cannot be taken out of the script. In the previous script, Feng Bujue threw away the serum in his luggage on the way back to the gun shop from the Eleb Building. At that time, both he and Xiao Tan had been injected with serum, and the two GMs said they had passive skills that were sufficient to resist all viruses in low-level scripts, so those were useless.

　　His flashlight was lost and damaged when he was besieged by a group of zombies in the basketball hall. Fortunately, there is one in the space, which can be used to make up for it. As for the bag of garlic, Feng Bujue felt that it shouldn't be used anymore, and it wasn't a difficult item to get started, so he destroyed it in the game menu. Winchester and its corresponding bullets gave a small sigh; the M1911A1 pistol was full of ammunition, but there was no spare ammunition. Throwing away the garlic, and then take out the flashlight from the storage space, then the bag still occupies seven spaces.

　　 packed his bags, Feng Bujue turned around, thinking of going to the metal room next door to receive the extra reward for the fear rating, but suddenly heard the system prompt:

　　[Now, you can choose the area you need to go to]

After the 　　 voice prompt, beside the elevator door, in the empty place, the light flow formed by the data flow emerged, drawing a rectangular operation area, after the image was blurred and solidified, there appeared five fist sizes. The buttons of, all have words on them, they are:

　　[Storage room][Meeting room][Mall][Scare box][Don’t press this]

　　Feng Bujue's gaze was naturally attracted by the last button.

　　 "Hey... don't press what does this mean..." His expression is very subtle: "If you don't want people to press it, don't make it, okay... If you write it, don't press it, it makes people want to press it..."

　　 He hesitated for a few seconds and couldn't help it. He reached out and pressed it. The light on the button turned on for a second when it was pressed, and then... nothing happened.

　　Feng Bujue waited for 30 seconds, and looked around, there was still nothing unusual, and he couldn’t help saying: "What is this...Is it a silly joke?"

　　 "Hehehe... did you press it?" A very wretched laughter accompanied the words, suddenly coming from behind Feng Bujue.

　　 He turned around and looked around, and saw a corner that was a few steps away from him, the place that was empty just now, but at this time there was a man standing.

　　 This is a white man in his twenties, dressed in a black suit, thin, pale complexion, short hair, wearing a pair of glasses, and a white light on the lenses. I have to say that although he has a wretched temperament, objectively speaking, this person is very handsome.

　　 "Hey... man, how did you come in?" Feng Bujue asked.

　　 "Hey..." The man snapped his fingers, and the button that said [Don’t press this] turned into a data stream and disappeared, "Isn’t it just moving in the space of a game? It’s very simple," Hehehe..." He seemed to like a few treacherous laughs from his throat like this, the laughter was terrible.

　　"Are you...an NPC? Administrator?" Feng Bujue asked in confusion: "Wait...you can't be an NPC, I'm not in the script..." He paused: "Well...after the beta , Will everyone’s landing space be equipped with an AI similar to a small assistant? That’s not right! Shouldn’t that kind of NPC be a beautiful lady with a naked body and a hot body?"

　　 "You think too much." The man smiled: "Hey hey... you just treat me as the administrator, but you may not be able to ask me any information from the official, they will most likely tell you, There is no such a person as me."

　　Feng Bujue heard this, his expression changed slightly, and his tone was serious and authentic: "Are you a derivative?"

　　 "Hahahaha..." The man laughed and shook his head: "Hehe... Derivatives, they are at least two dimensions lower than me." He pushed his glasses, and then said, "You can call me Woody, W-O-O-D-Y..."

　　"Wait first." Feng Bujue snatched: "Who are you? What do you want me to do? Is that button your prank?"

　　 "Hey... that button is just a harmless joke." Woody replied, "I came to you, I have some questions for you."

　　 "Let me find out... Are you asking me on behalf of Dream Company, or is it a personal hobby?" Feng Bujue always felt that the person in front of him had an indescribable weirdness.

　　 This guy can appear in his login space like this, and he can also make adjustments to the environment. 80% of the managers of the dream company did not run away, but what he said is very problematic. What is meant by "being me It’s the administrator," and "they are at least two dimensions lower than me." How did you figure it out?

　　 "I'm from hell, I have to confirm some problems with you for work." Woody's glasses are always glowing with white light, making it difficult to see his expression.

　　 "You administrators are all in the late stage of Secondary Two Disease..." Feng Bujue immediately thought of Pan Feng and Hua Xiong.

　　 "As a mentally abnormal person, do you still talk to me about secondary disease?" Woody replied.

　　Feng Bujue said in his heart: Sure enough...Does the game company already know about it? That's right... Anyway, all the scripts up to now have a shock value of 0, which has long been listed as abnormal data by the system Okay, so... This guy's job is to deal with players who are suspected of cheating?

　　 "Hey...you can think like this." Woody smiled slyly.

　　 "Huh?" Feng Bujue was shocked: "What?" He said in his heart: Impossible, right? Does he know what I am thinking?

　　 Woody didn’t pick up the problem, he laughed a few times and mixed up: "Hehehe...First of all, I want to ask, do you believe in Christianity?"

　　Feng Bujue also knows about quack tricks like mind reading, so he didn't delve into what Woody said just now, just as the other party was playing tricks. Hearing Woody’s question, he replied: "I believe in science more."

　　 "Hey hey...very good." Woody smiled, "I'm done asking."

　　 "Hey... Brother, what's the situation? Is the whole show? Is the system filming?" Feng Bujue asked.

　　 "The pictures, sounds, etc. that exist in the memory, don't need you to tell me, I finished digesting it a minute ago." Woody said: "I just need to confirm this."

　　Feng Bujue squinted at Woody, stepped back two steps, and said: "This... Brother Woody, did you just say where you came from..."

　　"Where am I from~IndoMTL.com~Where are you going, hehehe..." Woody still smiled trivially: "Okay, I'm leaving, I think when we meet again, you Will be very angry, but life is like this, anger is better than despair, isn’t it?"

　　 "Wait, you..." Feng Bujue was puzzled by him. This fellow was simply inexplicable.

　　 "Mortal, you are excellent and interesting. You are a suitable candidate. I am going to place a bet on you... Hmm... I just squeezed Judas's gold coin bag. This is a big deal, hehehe... …Don't let me down." Woody shrugged and smiled, and when he turned around, he walked into the mirror wall of the elevator.

　　 Woody's figure suddenly distorted after entering the mirror. His figure turned into a black shadow in an instant. Its image is hard to describe in words. If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then the shadow is there. It broke through the window in an instant, directly tearing at people's spiritual world.

　　 At this moment, Feng Bujue felt an emotion that shouldn't exist-fear.

　　 The feeling that he can't be aroused physically, but now it is as obvious as a brand on his heart. There is no doubt that this is fear, and it is the kind of unforgettable and indelible horror experience.

　　 gazed at the invisible and sourceless magical shadow, as if your soul was firmly held in the palm of an overwhelming demon, and would be pulled out of the body at any time and vanished into nothing.

　　 After a while, Feng Bujue came back to his senses. He was in shock. He instinctively looked at the time on the wall. It was only a few tens of seconds since he moved his gaze away last time. He couldn't calm his mind, and asked himself: What was everything just now? Reality or illusion? Could it be... the shadow on my brain spread, causing new symptoms?