Horror Bug Game Terminal

Qi Wuling looked up at the different scenes in the game and said in a cold voice: "It doesn't matter. No matter what it looks like, I have to go and see it."

System 0001 flew around Qi Wuling twice, and the human skin also joined in the fun and was placed at his feet.

Qi Wuling glanced down, his fingertips moving slightly. For a moment he wanted to play with this thing in his hand, but he restrained himself and said, "Let's go."

This sentence is directed to the system.

And the largest game window in front is Blue Star.

Qi Wuling had the experience from last time, so he made more preparations this time and went in with ease.

Behind him was Tongzi's whimpering voice: [Master Controller, you must go quickly and come back soon. I am waiting for you to come back and build my revenge.]

When it finished saying this, Qi Wuling had already disappeared from the spot.

0001 waved a handkerchief to bid farewell to Qi Wuling. When he was about to continue running, the light swept downwards and a sharp voice immediately broke out: [Qi Wuling! You forgot to take this thing away!!!]

The sound was so loud that it was reasonable to suspect that it almost blew away all the light screen buildings in the terminal forbidden area.

Qi Wuling, who appeared in the real world through the forbidden area, was looking around.

The place where he appeared this time made him a little dazed.

It was his dark and damp basement.

Because he disappeared for so long, this place was uninhabited and covered in dust.

There was even a lock on the door.

Everything remained the same as before he left, as if he had just gone to work and had not returned yet.

When Qi Wuling arrived here, he remembered that before he entered the game, he seemed to have just quit his 27th job. He was walking on the street when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He disappeared from this world and appeared in that bizarre terminal.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he could no longer find the key to the door lock.

He walked over and just touched the heavy iron lock.

The iron lock fell to the ground with a bang, just like a scratch.

Qi Wuling was not surprised at all.

He remembered clearly that this was the 428th lock that broke in this basement since he lived there. With his luck, he couldn't buy any high-quality locks. No matter how good the quality was, he would definitely encounter a one-in-a-million lock.

Because of this, Qi Wuling once seriously considered whether he should become a quality inspector for his next job.

Later he thought again, if he became a quality inspector, these things might not be able to leave the factory.

Qi Wuling pushed open the door and saw the familiar furnishings, which gave him an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He walked in and browsed around casually. When he reached the simple kitchen, he remembered a blond-haired, gray-eyed man who had cooked for him here.

Qi Wuling couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

He took out the ending of the fairy tale he had torn out. The basement was too humid, and the papers he had hidden away had become softened, and the stack of papers stuck together.

He peeled off the papers very carefully.

He was in a rare mood and simply cleaned the room.

Then he closed the door and walked out.

Many shops on the street have closed, and the street looks deserted and desolate.

Even the sky was gray. He couldn't tell whether it was because of the severe smog or because it was a cloudy day.

Qi Wuling just walked aimlessly, and in his heart there was a very rational idea telling him: You should go find those problematic places, you should figure out how to stop the situation here from getting worse, in short, do anything, instead of walking on the side of the road like now, doing nothing and wasting time.

His hand gently stroked his chest, and the memories of the previous five times kept flashing back in his mind. He felt a little confused as he thought about it. His eyes flickered slightly, and at this moment, he seemed to be a little disgusted that his memory was too complete.

He thought of Xu Yi, Zhang Yitian, Su Shenchuan and General Yang Zheng.

This was the first game that Yang Zheng had played with them. His mind kept flashing back to the previous times when Yang Zheng had played with everyone.

Qi Wuling pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly.

There was a grayness in his eyes.

For a moment, he seemed a little confused about what time period he was standing here in. Was it the end of the league? Or was this actually the seventh time, and he failed again, so he appeared here again, in reality?

Qi Wuling didn't know that the overly similar and overloaded memories were causing him pain. He took a deep breath and calmed his inner restlessness.

He thought of You Baian again.

Among all his memories, this person was the one who could most soothe his heart. He was always useful no matter when. Even like now, just by thinking of him, Qi Wuling felt that the messy memories in his brain receded like the tide, leaving only his face, which unreasonably dominated his entire thoughts.

Qi Wuling was briefly absent-minded for a while.

Among the countless similar and overlapping memories, the fragment he had asked Dong Lin before suddenly emerged.

Donglin is the only person not in his previous five memories.

Dong Lin only appeared this time, and this person's memory did not overlap with the previous five times.

Qi Wuling suddenly felt very fortunate that there was such a person. He seemed to be the symbol of the sixth memory. As long as he was in the memory, there was no doubt that this fragment must have happened to them this time.

Qi Wuling seemed to have found a breakthrough in his memory, a breakthrough that allowed him to breathe fresh air. He had been immersed in those muddled things for too long, similar people or things, unchangeable endings and inevitable trends.

Qi Wuling thought, he knew where he should go.

He should go to Donglin's clinic first, and then go to Zhang Yitian's school.

Come to think of it, students nowadays should have been notified to take protective measures at home.

He remembered that Zhang Yitian was a high school student.

Qi Wuling had some evil thoughts in his mind: I wonder what will happen to those students who are going to take the college entrance examination.

Before he knew it, he walked to the large shopping mall that Donglin mentioned. Donglin's clinic was right next to this shopping mall.

Speaking of which, Qi Wuling didn't meet anyone along the way.

It seems that he was tortured badly by those horrific and weird things.

Qi Wuling thought so and walked to the psychological clinic again.

Just when he thought that the psychological clinic was also closed, he unexpectedly discovered that the door of the clinic was ajar.

Qi Wuling narrowed his eyes calmly: There is someone.

He took two steps forward and opened the door.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, a man sitting on a chair inside looked up.

Qi Wuling's eyes met the man's in the air.

He did not miss the caution in the man's eyes when he turned his head.

He noticed the man's features immediately.

She looks a few years older than him, but still has a youthful appearance. Her appearance is acceptable, but there is a hint of depth in her eyes, which is the calmness that comes from countless experiences.

Who is this man?

And why did he appear in Donglin’s psychological clinic?

What is he doing?

After the man saw Qi Wuling's appearance clearly, he stood up from his seat.

The man was very emotional.

Qi Wuling just stood there without taking another step.

The man said, "You, you are Qi Wuling, right? Aren't you in the game?"

Qi Wuling raised his eyebrows: "You know me."

The man started crying while laughing, nodding and shaking his head.

"I should know you, but not this time."

This sounds a bit contradictory.

The man added: "I've watched your game live."

Qi Wuling nodded. He knew that Shen Yusi had synchronized the league game live broadcast to reality, so he didn't find it strange.

Such a man was a little too excited to see him.

Qi Wuling frowned.

The man calmed himself down and said, "Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Zuo Ling, and people around me call me Director Zuo."

When Qi Wuling heard the name, he felt it sounded familiar.

Before he could think about it carefully.

Zuo Ling asked him, "You know Dong Lin, right?"

Qi Wuling asked expressionlessly, "Didn't you say you've seen the game?"

Since he had watched the game, how could he ask such an stupid question? Donglin was in his team, so of course he knew him.

Being a grown man, Zuo Ling almost cried again.

"I know it, I know it, I'm not sick, Donglin exists."

Qi Wuling became interested when he heard the other party's words.

"You know him?"

Zuo Ling paused, his voice choked with sobs. He adjusted his breathing and then spoke, "I came to his psychological clinic because of my memory problems. I found it very professional. I didn't want to go to other places anymore, so I decided to stay in this clinic."

"Then one day, he suddenly disappeared."

"Everyone around me said there was no such psychiatrist. They said I was dreaming and asked if I was hysterical. I knew I wasn't."

"Later, people around me and those I investigated disappeared one after another, as if they had never been there. Even my best brother disappeared."

"I know they all went to your game."

"But if they can't come back, I can't go either."

“Do you know this feeling?”

"Just now, you told me that you knew Dong Lin, and I..."

Qi Wuling understood.

It turned out to be Dong Lin’s previous patient.

But... everyone has forgotten these players, so why does he still remember them?

Qi Wuling casually asked, "What's the memory problem?"

Zuo Ling said: "Sometimes, things that I haven't done always pop up in my mind for no apparent reason, but now I know it. You may not believe it, but this is the sixth time our world has been restarted."

Qi Wuling's eyes were like sharp blades, sweeping across Zuo Ling's face.

His temple was throbbing.

After organizing his words for a while, he said, "You, know?"

Zuo Ling smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know. I took over a case before. The director of an orphanage reported a man named Shi Gang. He often talked to himself. These things were accidentally learned from him when we sent people to follow him and investigate."

Qi Wuling: ...

What a useless waste he really is. The sixth time he started over, not only did he fail to kill himself in the game, he also didn't even know he was being followed and investigated before he played the game.

Qi Wuling hummed.

Zuo Ling suddenly remembered something and anxiously grabbed Qi Wuling's arm.

But he never expected to be punched out by Qi Wuling.

Zuo Ling reflexively loosened his arm: "Sorry, I was too anxious."

Qi Wuling calmly withdrew his fist.

Zuo Ling covered the place where he was hit and asked in a gentle voice: "Since you came out of that game, do you know someone? His name is Nan Quehong, he is about a generation older than me, and he may look a little weird. He is investigating these things with me. Is he still alive?"

Southern Sparrow?

Qi Wuling raised his eyebrows: The captain of the black assassins.

He thought of the Black Assassin's ace player, Onga.

No wonder Anga also knew some secrets. It turned out that their captain actually had a "system".

Qi Wuling glanced at Zuo Ling thoughtfully. The man just told him that others called him Director Zuo, which must be a fabrication.