Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

As his memory returned, He Feng's figure returned to his original appearance, and the school uniform, which was originally a little too big, now fit him perfectly.

Now that the sword has been unsheathed, there must be blood. A familiar arc appeared at the corner of He Feng's lips, and the little madman returned for a limited time.

On the screen, He Feng was cutting the phantoms like cutting vegetables. Outside the screen, Sheng Nancheng touched his neck and breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay, his head was still there.

I just don’t know if this head will still be there after his brother comes out, hmm.

Seeing He Feng threatening the phantom, Shen Zishu did not intervene. He leaned against the wall, looked at He Feng's handsome back, then looked at He Feng's red ears and chuckled.

Well, my boyfriend is cute when he is shy.

After scaring away all the phantoms, He Feng coughed lightly, stood in place with his hands on his hips, looking like he was looking down on the world.

"Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the achievements of "You can't hear me even if I ding you to death, right?", "I'm a school bully and I'm proud of it", "We got together after I confessed to my current boyfriend", and "Angry out of shame". The system will immediately issue 8 bonus points (already increased in value)"

"Ding, the host He Feng's points have reached: 1128."

He Feng paused for a moment while pretending to be handsome, and suddenly remembered the constant dinging sound he heard when he was punished to stand yesterday afternoon.

At that time, he had not recovered his memory and thought that someone had hidden the phone at the door of the classroom. Now it seems that it must be the achievement system that was frantically reminding him at that time.

It's so funny. I have no memory and have no idea what the achievement system is doing.

"Oh."

He Feng didn't plan to deal with the achievement system. This little thing was the typical one that got more interesting the more he dealt with it. It would be better to just ignore it.

Fortunately, Illusion cut off the live broadcast of the horror game, so no one should see what he did.

"Ding, rejected. It is detected that the illusion data is being continuously transmitted outside the illusion."

He Feng: ...

No, who? Who!!!

Sheng Nancheng, who was outside the illusion, sneezed twice. He rubbed his nose and wondered who was scolding him.

The person who scolded him had already buried himself in Shen Zishu's arms and refused to look up.

He Feng asked listlessly: "Did I look childish yesterday?"

Shen Zishu rubbed the back of her boyfriend's head: "Not childish, very cute."

"Then let's blow up this illusion." He Feng said in a muffled voice: "I feel like there must be something in here."

After all, this illusion made him so embarrassed, he had to blow it up.

While this is the main reason, there are others.

He Feng felt that the one controlling this illusion should be one of the clones of the Gou system, just like Unit 8 in the dead city.

Is there any need to preserve this illusion? Of course not.

The bombs made by Gu Yuanze are somewhat strange in shape. Basically, he just makes a bomb in any shape that he thinks of.

This resulted in He Feng taking out bombs made of fruits such as oranges, bananas, apples, as well as books, wires, scalpels, and a bomb with a hand making a "V" sign.

In short, there is nothing Gu Yuanze can't do, except what you can't think of.

The illusion was damaged by 10%. Unit 6 was working diligently to repair the hole. It was a little confused and had no idea what was happening outside.

The illusion was damaged by 30%. Machine No. 6 was repaired here and there, and the robot arm was almost short-circuited, but it still couldn't catch up with the progress of the damage.

The illusion was damaged by 50%, and it was obvious that it could not go on like this, but Unit 6 did not dare to step over the threshold in front of it.

The host said that a small system like it would be killed if it went out, and it was a little scared.

The monitoring data kept sounding alarms, and Unit 6 felt that it should do its part for the host, even if it would be killed!

So, He Feng, who was sitting on the desk in the classroom and happily throwing bombs, saw a small robot rushing out from the wall.

This little gadget looks dull, its parts are very worn out, and the outer paint has become mottled and rusty.

Its little square head turned around, looking left and right, and after searching for a long time, it finally saw He Feng sitting at the table.

"You! Bad guy!" Unit 6 raised its mechanical arm and pounced towards He Feng: "Unit 66 is going to bully you!"

Unfortunately, it was too small and was caught by Shen Zishu halfway through its journey and placed in front of He Feng.

The little robot has no facial features, and someone has drawn an ugly face on its cube-shaped head, making it look very silly.

It is very small in size. Unlike the strange-looking mechanical octopus in Unit 8, Unit 6 is the type that cannot hit He Feng's knee even if you stand on tiptoe.

He Feng looked at No. 6 who looked like a weak chicken and fell into deep thought.

You say that the horror game system cherishes its clones, but no matter whether it is Unit 8 or Unit 6, they are both very old and seriously damaged. Unit 8 still has the ability to fight back, but looking at this Unit 6, He Feng feels that he can crush the little robot to death with one hand.

You say that the horror game system does not cherish its clones, and each one is hidden very carefully, placed in extremely difficult copies, and a special place is built to hide them.

He Feng felt that the Gou system was really a sick thing.

Unit 6 was a little confused when it was picked up and thrown onto a table. After realizing that its height was almost as tall as that human, Unit 6 proudly put its hands on its hips.

"You! Get out of here!" Unit 6 yelled in a mechanical voice. It thought it was very powerful. "Leave here! Unit 66 will spare your life!"

"Your name is 66." He Feng tossed the bomb in his hand and threw it out of the window: "Are you the sixth clone of the horror game system?"

Unit 6 wanted to scold He Feng for calling the host by its first name, but before he could open his mouth, he heard a bang and the entire little robot froze.

The processor hummed as Unit 6 heard the latest data detection, showing that its illusion had been damaged by 56%.

Unit 6 felt that something was different about itself. Its legs went limp and it knelt down on the table with a click. It stared at He Feng blankly without any reaction.

He Feng raised his eyebrows and threw out another bomb.

The illusion was damaged by 60%. Unit 6 took a deep breath and burst into tears. The cry was even louder than Sheng Nancheng's.

He Feng:……?

What’s the matter!

Look at this guy crying. What did he do to deserve being bullied like this by the little robot?

Unit 6 raised its fist and smashed it hard towards He Feng's knee, but this human not only did not dodge, but after being hit, he offered himself up, making it easier for the machine to smash.

Unit 6 felt insulted, and it raised its other fist to smash!

So He Feng enjoyed the massage with peace of mind, feeling almost nothing, and almost fainted from laughing.

"Hahahaha, boyfriend! If all the clones of the Gou system are like this, isn't it a bit lame?" He Feng pinched the claws of the little robot and lifted it up: "Hahahahahahahahaha, look, it's still fluttering."

"No need! So! Call the host!" Unit 6 roared. It tried to twist its body, but could only be lifted into the air by this human. A feeling it had never experienced before instantly swept through its body: "66 is going to kill you!"

But what came with it was not the power that could kill He Feng, but an alarm that resounded throughout the entire mechanical head.

A red light flashed in front of it, and Unit 6 stopped struggling. It stared blankly at the alarm content, and the processor worked desperately but could not come up with any useful answers.

What does it mean when the self-destruct program is activated?

The data inside Unit 6 trembled wildly due to this realization.

Self-destruct? Why would it have a self-destruct program?

But why did it start? It had never thought of self-destruction! It was even angry about the human in front of it being rude to the host a second ago!

"Be good, let him go." Shen Zishu was a little reluctant: "The self-destruct program buried in the processor of the horror game system has been activated."

The smile on He Feng's face froze. He looked at the dazed little robot in his hand, sighed, and put it on the table.

"66, why was it destroyed?" Unit 6's voice trembled, and it tried to finish its words: "66 has never done anything that is detrimental to the host. Why did the host destroy 66?"

He Feng couldn't answer. The little robot sat on the table, and the ugly smiling face on its square head now looked full of sadness.

"I have never, never thought of..." Unit 6 lay prone on the table, and the emotions that should have belonged to humans were now torturing it desperately: "Replacing you..."

'Jing'an School is very important to me. Can you help me guard it?'

'66 is a great semicolon machine, so it doesn't need such a bulky body, right? Can I help 66 redesign a body?'

'Pick you up? I will, I will pick you up.'

"Unit 6! Your job is to help me keep an eye on the dungeon! Don't ask other useless questions!"

"Pick you up? Your entry into the dungeon is irreversible. Unless the dungeon is destroyed, you can't get out. Unit 6, you should help me take care of the dungeon instead of thinking about these useless things."

"Damn it, how could emotions be activated?! Unit 6! Restart! Restart quickly! "

'Anyone who wants to replace me should die.'

"Unit 6, your mission is to stay here and never leave. Do you understand? If a useless person like you goes out, you will be killed. You don't want to be killed, right?"

Anger, hatred, sadness, all kinds of emotions tormented Unit 6, making its already worn-out parts even more vulnerable. They made creaking sounds, as if they were about to fall apart at any time.

"I don't, I'm not satisfied!" Unit 6 climbed up stubbornly. There was only one minute left in the self-destruct sequence. It saw the two humans in front of it, and suddenly found someone to confide its inner resentment: "Help, help me, please."

The mechanical arm poked open the paper-thin iron sheet on its chest without hesitation, and Unit 6 pushed aside the complicated wires and grasped its tiny core.

"It can, it can kill people." Unit 6 choked up and said, "The core is for you. Help me, help me..."

He Feng did not reply, he just opened his palm towards the crumbling robot.

A core similar to the texture of a gem was pulled out and placed in He Feng's hand.

Unit 6 twitched twice and stopped moving.

He Feng and Shen Zishu looked at each other and took a few steps back.

Maybe because Unit 6 was too small, the explosion was not as spectacular as Unit 8. All the parts simply exploded and quickly scattered into bright star-like fragments in the air.

Not only does the tiny Unit 6 have little power when it hits people, even its death is covered with shiny fragments, and can only be regarded as a decoration.

"Host, Unit 6's message to you is in its core. Put its core close to your ear."

He Feng did as he was told.

"You throw this out like a bomb, and it will explode."

"66, 66 wants to ask the host, to the host, what am I, what are we?"

"Thank you, human, thank you."

The baby voice no longer has the pauses that are unique to machines, so ordinary people might think it is that of a baby.

But He Feng knew that this was a discarded pawn who would be destroyed if he had self-awareness and emotional system.

So what exactly are these clones to the horror game system?

It's a threat, it's suspicion, it's the fear calculated by its stupid mind.

He Feng put the light blue gem into his backpack. The surrounding environment quickly faded away, revealing the true appearance of the fourth floor.

[Oh my god! Brother! Are you guys okay? You scared us to death!]

[I was about to cry. The live broadcast was going well but suddenly it was over. I thought something happened to Brother He. I was so scared.]

"When did the live broadcast end?" He Feng coughed lightly and said unnaturally, "I was talking about the live broadcast on the fourth floor."

[Uh, you know, brother, probably after you took out the bombs and threw a few, the live broadcast suddenly went black.]

That was before Unit 6 came out.

He Feng sneered and began to look around the entire fourth floor.

Well, it can be described as dilapidated.

Broken windows, messy classrooms, desks torn apart, and blackboards covered with chaotic graffiti.

Shen Zishu took a step forward and grabbed He Feng's hand.

"What's wrong?" He Feng turned his head and asked with concern: "Did you find anything?"

Shen Zishu didn't say anything, he just shook his head.

In Class 3-4 of Senior High School, the live broadcast with a black screen was turned on again. Pei Xiazhi saw the entire layout of the fourth floor clearly and his joy of knowing that He Feng and the others were fine was immediately diluted.

She stared at the screen intently, her hands hanging at her sides clenched tightly, and she was filled with terribly violent anger.

"What's wrong with classmate Xia Zhi?" Ning Simu noticed that something was wrong with Pei Xia Zhi, and took a few steps forward to ask with concern: "Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to find a place to sit down."

Pei Xiazhi shook her head and smiled at Ning Si, who looked worried. She asked, "Homeroom teacher, you can recognize me at any time, right?"

Hearing this address, Ning Simu glanced at Pei Xiazhi in reproach: "Either you call me homeroom teacher like classmate He, what's homeroom sister? And, of course I can recognize my students."

"It's settled then." Pei Xiazhi smiled, "Then I'll ask you to always remember me, sister."

"You kid." Ning Simu reached out and patted Pei Xiazhi: "You have no respect for your elders!"