Thriller Paradise Chapter 395: Unexpected visitor
Sigh, who won the victory, went offline immediately after sending it from the script. m.
Siyu and Beiling naturally find Xiao Tan's performance a bit strange. However, Feng Bujue, who knew a little about the situation, immediately said with an unquestionable and firm attitude: "I know this matter. I will go offline to deal with it now. I will give you an explanation in detail tomorrow."
Then, Jue went back to the login space and chose "Offline and wake up".
Of course, when something like this happened, Bei Ling and Si Yu had no intention to continue playing, and the two of them also went offline to rest afterwards.
Two minutes later, in the real world, Feng Bujue was at home.
The hatch of the game compartment was opened, and Brother Jue sat up from inside.
He scratched the messy hair on his head, crawled out of the game cabin, "Hoo...make a call..." He hesitated for a second, "No... just go to his house once, or It’s better to talk to him in person."
Brother Jue read a few words, and then he was ready to change his clothes.
"You are not allowed to go anywhere." A voice sounded abruptly.
At this moment, Feng Bujue's first reaction was... a thief had entered the house.
At this moment, the lights in the room are all off, only a few parts on the game deck are glowing. Feng Bujue couldn't see the other party's location, but this was his own home. He could know that the other party was sitting on the sofa just by hearing.
Feng Bujue didn't hesitate, and immediately rushed out like an arrow from the string, lowered his body, and rushed to the kitchen.
"Hehehe...I don't think it's a good idea to get a knife." The man on the sofa gave a sinister smile.
Feng Bujue heard that smirk and instantly stiffened his body, his brain was running fast, and he remembered where he had heard the sound for almost a second.
"You are..." Brother Jue turned his head, "That game manager?"
Slap——
Woody snapped his fingers, and the light in the living room turned on so bright.
"Hey...I have never admitted that I am a game manager." Woody smiled, "That's your guess and it's wrong."
Feng Bujue looked at the four-eyed guy in the suit and leather shoes on the sofa, was silent for two seconds, and then said: "How did you come in? What do you want to do?"
"Hehe...It's funny..." Woody smiled, "You didn't ask me how I learned your home address, but directly asked me how I got in, indicating that you have obtained your information from me. There is a speculation about the way."
"Huh...I never expected those game companies to'respect users**' as they promised." Feng Bujue said, "Even if the information after the neural connection is controlled by the optical brain, I The personal information filled in the forum is always backed up by your dream company..."
"Yeah, hehe...I know, you don't trust any third-party platforms, including trading websites, courier companies, chain hotels, telecommunications departments, and even government agencies..." Woody continued, "But please believe. Dream Company absolutely respects players**, and your information will never be leaked through our side."
"Oh? Then I would like to ask, how did you find my house?" Feng Bujue walked over to the sofa when he said this.
"The answer is in your mind." Woody pushed his glasses, "Think about it again, what I said to you last time."
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"The pictures, sounds, etc. that already exist in my memory, don't need you to tell me, I have digested them a minute ago."
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Feng Bujue's mind flashed such a sentence, and he sneered: "Huh...I'm trying to be mystery, do you want to say that you can read other people's memories?"
"Don't you believe it?" Woody said, "If I can't, then please...How did I learn about'Wang Tanzhi killed someone ten years ago'."
Feng Bujue's expression changed abruptly, and countless assumptions flew past his consciousness.
"Your thinking is fast, but you still haven't gotten out of routine." Woody said, "If you can recognize the existence of supernatural powers, our conversation can go on more smoothly." He tilted his head and laughed again. , "In that case... about the question of'how does this four-eyed boy turn on the light', you can temporarily remove it from your thinking queue."
"I understand... Your company's game pod can completely steal the player's memory information." Feng Bujue is still using reasonable standards to reason.
"Hey... haven't you given up on using science to explain it?" Woody turned his head, "Then... Arthas, how about a sentence later."
"The stupid name given by such a stupid youth can only be used by a stupid boss like you." Assas walked over from the corner of the room, it was really talking... ...And it turned out to be the voice of a young woman.
"Uh..." Feng Bujue's thoughts were temporarily short-circuited for two seconds, and he looked at Woody again, "Ventral language..."
"I can't make my voice that sharp." Woody said.
Arthas jumped on the sofa, crawled to the upper edge of the backrest, and lay down, "I know, you will infer...I have a microphone or something..." It paused, "But, you If I dare to take the opportunity to touch around outside of my head, I will tear you to pieces."
"You are a male cat! A male cat!" Feng Bujue was really crazy this time, "No...it's not right, huh...this is 80% of the TV station's whole person show! The lamp must be passive. ...Hidden in the cat's body or collar..."
Bah----
Woody's fingers swayed slightly in the air, and in the next second, Feng Bujue's leg was chopped off from his thigh.
There was a grunt... Brother Jue's leg fell to the ground, and he himself, his face froze for two seconds, then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Relax, this is called cross-dimension cutting. You see, you didn't bleed at all, and you didn't feel any pain." Woody smiled, "Hey... Then... how do you explain this? Magic? Hypnosis? Or did you accidentally take a lot of **?"
Feng Bujue raised his head and looked at his "broken leg". He actually saw a complete cross section; bone marrow, bones, blood vessels, muscles, fat, skin... Those things were still moving, and no blood spilled from the cross section, and the half of his thigh looked the same. in this way.
"Do you want to study a little longer? Or let me connect your leg back immediately?" Woody asked.
"Come back..." Feng Bujue recovered his calm.
Woody snapped his fingers and felt that his broken leg flew up on its own, returning to the owner's body, and even his broken pajamas returned to their original state.
"Sit down and say." Woody made a please gesture.
Feng Bujue, staring at Woody intently, walked to the other side and sat down slowly, "So...vampires, zombies, ghosts, Tathagata... are all true?"
"Why do you have a sense of contradiction in the four items you cited..." Assath spit out.
"Some are real." Woody replied, "There are some...hehe...you humans made up yourselves."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue's mind was a little confused, "Then what... I remember you said... You are from hell?"
"Yes." Woody replied.
"Also..." Feng Bujue tried to recall every word of the other party when we met last time~IndoMTL.com~Where are you from, where will I go..."
"What? Do you think you can go to heaven after you die?" Woody said.
"It's not." Feng Bujue said, "It's just...I want to make sure that the time I went there shouldn't be the nearest?"
"Are you worried about the shadow in your mind?" Woody smiled, "Hey... haven't you noticed? When I was in the same room with you, you already regained your fear."
Feng Bujue's discoloration suddenly changed when he heard this. He suddenly had an idea, a terrible speculation. He looked up at Woody and asked in a deep voice: "Did you...do anything to my brain?"
"Ah... isn't it...hehehe..." Woody muttered in an ambiguous tone, "Well, I know you have a lot of questions to ask." He paused for a second, "But I may not Will answer, hehe..." With a sinister smile, "Let’s talk about...the most priority question right now." He said a name word by word: "Wang Tanzhi." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), give a reward, and your support is my biggest motivation.)