Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

"More money?" Berner was a little confused: "You want money?"

"It's just a metaphor." He Feng waved his hand indifferently: "Compared to money, we want to know if there are any tasks that are difficult to trigger, you know."

Bernd understood now. He thought about it for a while and thought that the person who claimed to be the system master didn't seem to say that he couldn't help the players, so it would be easy.

"Actually, there really is one." Berner suddenly sighed, "You guys go find Jason and ask him about Heinar. If he doesn't tell you..."

Bernd looked around his bedroom and then took a few quick steps to get a feather pen from the table. But when he was about to hand it to He Feng, he retracted his hand: "But first tell me how to win Selina's favor."

"First of all," Shu Yao said, "No one would like others to define their feelings for each other by winning or losing. Secondly, have you ever told Madam Serena that you love her?"

Under Shu Yao's scrutinizing gaze, Bernger said nothing with a guilty conscience and quickly handed the feather pen to He Feng.

He Feng: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha."

So he was driven out of the room under Bernger's glare.

It was very quiet downstairs. The few people who had been surrounding Elsalina moved to the small garden behind the house, and bursts of playful laughter could be heard.

He Feng looked downstairs and saw Jason standing alone in front of the table, his back looking lonely and desolate.

He lowered his head, his expression gloomy and unclear, his grey eyes seemed to contain both nostalgia and resentment, and in the end, only deep sadness remained.

"Hey, Mr. Butler." He Feng slowly walked downstairs: "I need to ask you something."

Jason had regained his usual contemptuous look the moment he heard He Feng's voice. He stood straight and looked at He Feng: "Of course, as a guest specially granted by His Excellency the Duke, what do you need to know?"

He Feng didn't say anything else. He waited until he got in front of Jason. He Feng smiled and said, "I want to know about Heinar."

Jason's eyes flashed and he was about to refuse when he saw He Feng take out the feather pen from the Duke's room.

"Ting ting." He Feng waved the feather pen in front of Jason's eyes, motioning Jason to look over: "Hey, my brother said that if you don't tell me, I will show you this."

Jason didn't reply immediately.

This family, these people, they all have a void in their hearts, and he has spent a very long time but has not been able to fill it. Is it really enough to rely on just this one person?

But what else could he expect?

Is it the young master's eternal 21 years old? Is it the young lady's man-eating rabbit? Or...

"I hope this family can be restored to its original state." Jason's shoulders slumped. "But that's impossible, so I hope the young master can leave the room."

"Ding! Players Qian Youlin, He Feng, Wang Wang, Qi Guanju, and Shu Yao have triggered a side quest. Side quest 9 is now updated!

Player side quest 9: Complete the request of Jason, the butler of Rose Manor, and persuade Heinar to get over his knot (Player success rate: 0%)

"I'm glad you're willing to speak up." He Feng patted Jason's shoulder encouragingly: "Now you can tell me about your eldest master's situation, and then I'll see how I can help you."

Perhaps there are many romantic people in Bernger's family. The current Duke is deeply in love with the Duchess and spent a huge amount of money to build a sensational Rose Manor for her.

And his son fell in love with a commoner woman.

The two of them are the most typical childhood sweethearts. They grew up together, played together, and shared those unknown little secrets together.

Later, the Duke noticed the feelings between the two and after talking to them separately, they got engaged.

But you never know which surprise or accident will come first. An accident took the girl's life, leaving only Henar alone in the world.

Those beautiful memories became the knife that tortured him, stabbing him again and again.

"But it's not Master Hainer's fault at all." Jason sat on the chair, his usually straight back bent. "Even the girl's father didn't think it was his fault."

He Feng understood: "Because you are the girl's father."

Jason looked up in surprise, and at this moment he suddenly felt that he should have told He Feng everything a long time ago.

"Don't doubt your thoughts at this moment." He Feng raised his eyebrows proudly: "Brother is more powerful than you can imagine."

This sentence was immediately repeated in the live broadcast room.

After He Feng entered Rose Manor, his "Go to Hell" live broadcast room welcomed a new wave of viewers.

This shows that He Feng’s live broadcast room is no longer peaceful, and there are some disgusting people making disgusting remarks.

[What a bunch of lickers. I've been watching this guy for so long and I don't see what's so great about him. You guys just lick him. You guys really are fans of the real boss.]

[Always saying some inexplicable things and thinking that I am very powerful. Please, I have not been like this since I was three years old, okay?]

[Didn't you notice that this guy is taking on missions with a completion rate of 0? He's really courting death, thinking he's so awesome. He'll cry one day, just wait and see.]

"You guys are really like dogs with rabies, barking nonsense." He Feng walked two steps away and confronted the live broadcast room: "Why, you are a dog born with human skin, so you have to bark at everything you see, right? If you really don't know how much you weigh, go to the dog meat market and ask the boss to weigh you."

"You make some stupid comments for no reason. If you really don't like it, just use the same name as my live studio and die, so as not to annoy others."

"What? Are you some kind of top dog? Do you have to wait for someone to kick you in the face to see what a bitch you are? Aren't you a bitch?"

"I just find that people who say such things are simply brainless. Anyone with a little bit of brains can understand what I want to do, right? Sooner or later, I will be laughed to death by idiots like you. I should tell Jason and Bernd to hear it, so that they can understand what kind of idiots you are."

[My brother is still playing steadily. A happy face.]

"Do I want you to be relieved?" He Feng sprayed indiscriminately: "Who are you? Don't be a hater."

[I am dying of laughter. Now he is playing more stably. Hege is awesome!]

"Okay, you know my legend." He Feng said indifferently. He turned back and saw Jason's shocked face: "What are you talking about? You have never seen someone as handsome as me. Now you have seen him."

Jason: ...

Jason: "Master Heinar's room is on the fourth floor, the one on the far right. If you can get the master out... I hope you can succeed."

"I have to." He Feng didn't hesitate, turned around and walked upstairs: "Wait, I will definitely tie up your young master for you, no, persuade him to come down."

"Ding! Player He Feng accepts side quest 9: Complete the request of Jason, the butler of Rose Manor, and persuade Heinar to get over his emotional problems (completion degree 0/1)"

He Feng walked all the way to the rightmost room on the fourth floor, looked at the bronze door in front of him, and bought a pin directly from the mall.

Do you think He Feng would be polite enough to knock on the door?

Please, how could this happen?

He Feng poked a few times with the pin, and before anyone in the live studio could get surprised, the door was pried open by him. He proudly showed the tools he used to commit the crime to the studio, and then pushed the door open directly, as if the house belonged to him.

The room is generally neat and clean, but it looks very crowded because it is filled with oil paintings.

He Feng stood at the door of the room, looking at the paintbrushes scattered everywhere, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"You shouldn't be here."

Hearing the sudden sound, to be honest, He Feng couldn't tell where it came from at first.

"Maybe you should go out for a walk." He Feng was too lazy to find out where the voice came from. He looked at the woman in the painting and his voice gradually became a little sad: "We should all go out bravely and take that step bravely, right?"

Heinar said nothing more. He looked at the man, as if he was thinking about the truth of his words.

"I once tortured myself to the point where I couldn't sleep all night. It wasn't until I was forcibly sent to the hospital that I decided to go out." He Feng bent down and picked up the paintbrush at his feet: "It's funny to say that I have no family, and the one who sent me to the hospital was a thief who came to my house to steal, but you still have them, and they still care about you."

Heiner remained silent.

"What did the past bring us? Was it only pain? What became of those beautiful, happy things?" He Feng pointed at the flower field behind the woman in the painting. "It became the decoration in the painting, and became an indispensable beauty. You see, you are telling yourself that it was not just pain."

Heinar slowly walked out from a pile of paintings. "Who are you to make a conclusion without knowing the truth?"

He Feng smiled and replied, "I'm happy to listen, but the roses outside are blooming beautifully. How about we go out and talk while walking?"

In the end, Henar failed to agree to He Feng's request. He said nothing and just sorted out his painting supplies.

He Feng knew that he couldn't succeed in one go, so he left the room after saying "see you tomorrow".

[Brother, the past cannot be retrieved, I can only express my condolences to you.]

[I also want to be as strong as He Ge.]

"Yes." He Feng said firmly: "We will eventually clear the haze and reconcile with ourselves. In fact, you are stronger than you think."

His voice was not small. After making sure that everyone in the room could hear it, He Feng went downstairs. He was even in a good mood and hummed a little tune.

You don't really think He Feng has such a lover, do you? Then you really don't understand He Feng.

"Please study hard. If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself." He Feng whispered to the live broadcast room: "Don't say it, don't say it. It makes me feel sour now, as if I really have this lover."

Barrage:……

[Okay, okay, we should teach students in accordance with their aptitude, right?]

[Oh my god, I actually believed it. Hege deceived my feelings!]

[Brother He, aren't you afraid that the young master will find out that you are lying?]

"Stop saying that." He Feng said with a sigh, "I already believe that I have such a lover, okay."

He Feng pounded his chest, which felt a little sour for no reason, and said uncertainly: "Is it really true? I feel a little sad now. What's going on?"

[Brother He, do you know there is a phrase called "too immersed in the role"?]

[I see, it was overacted.]

"What you said makes a lot of sense." He Feng affirmed, "Then there's nothing wrong with someone like me entering the entertainment industry."

[Ha ha.]

After all, He Feng was unsure.

The reason why he went to the hospital was something he suddenly remembered yesterday. As for his memories before going to the hospital, he had really forgotten them completely.

All I can remember seems to be the five years I spent suffering from insomnia in the hospital.

The sour feeling in his heart didn't seem like he was too immersed in the role, but rather like he had really experienced it. However, He Feng didn't care about that.

Just like what the barrage said, the past cannot be retrieved, so if you can remember it, remember it, and if you can’t remember it, he will keep going crazy.

Thinking of this, the aggrieved feeling finally dissipated, and He Feng happily joined the people playing in the backyard. He turned into a real eagle, jumping up and down while grabbing the chicken.

Facing the servants who ran faster than rabbits when they saw him rushing over, He Feng wanted to say something in English that started with the word f.

"No, why?" He Feng was unconvinced: "Can I eat them?"

Qian Youlin: "Oh, maybe they will be scared to the point of banging their heads against the wall~"

He Feng smiled, and the next second he rushed towards Qian Youlin: "Prepare to die!"

The lunch was even more sumptuous than He Feng had expected.

Perhaps it was because he agreed to Jason's request, He Feng always felt that Jason's old face was about to smile like a chrysanthemum.

"Did you guys want anything else to eat?" Jason smiled, no longer arrogant as before. "If you do, just tell me. I'll prepare it right away."

"Oh, my dear butler." He Feng pointed at the food on the table and said, "Look at it yourself. Do you want to stuff us to death?"

Jason: "Hey! That's not what I meant. I just feel sorry for you guys."

He Feng:……?

Why does this sentence sound so strange?

The consequence of the sumptuous meal was that He Feng had to walk around to digest the food before he could take a nap.

Of course, he was not the only one who ate too much. In addition to Qi Guanju, He Feng, Wang Wang, Qian Youlin and even Shu Yao, who usually didn't eat much, ate too much.

Qi Guanju, who was forced to follow along for a walk to digest his food, couldn't help but complain helplessly: "It's not like you don't have food to eat."

Qian Youlin was the first to speak up and pass the blame: "I saw my brother eating so deliciously! So I couldn't help it! It's not my fault!"

Hearing him say this, Wang Wang and Shu Yao nodded in agreement.

He Feng's way of eating is rather rough, so no matter what he eats, he will look like he is eating it with relish. Plus, there is a lot of food on the table, so he will unconsciously let others eat more with him.

He Feng, who was walking while rubbing his belly, said: "Hey, it's my fault."

"Let the live broadcast room judge for themselves." Seeing that he was dissatisfied, Qian Youlin directly asked for help: "Ask them and see what they say."

He Feng snorted disdainfully and looked towards the live broadcast room: "They said it was all your own problem."

Qian Youlin:?

Some people are saying that He Feng can be a food broadcaster, some are saying that they couldn’t help but order food after watching He Feng eat, and some are agreeing with Qian Youlin’s comments:?

It's so funny, is other people's approval useful? He Feng didn't even look at it and just ignored it.

He Feng: "I don't accept it. I like to see you guys not accepting me but unable to beat me. It's really fun, hehe."