Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

After Jiang Qingjian verified his identity, the old wooden floor split in two, and the shiny, silver elevator rose up.

Liang Zaibing only realized after entering the elevator that the underground building actually had seven floors; it was truly a hidden world.

However, their destination was only the third underground level.

The corridor is decorated in a simple white color scheme, with mahogany doors and money trees on both sides, giving it a very government-like feel.

Jiang Qingjian nudged him lightly with his elbow. "Looking around like that, scouting the place?"

"No way, one visit to a place like this is enough."

After being confronted and criticized several times, Liang Zaibing finally couldn't hold back anymore, "Officer Jiang, have we known each other before? Why do I feel like you have a problem with me?"

"How could that be?" Jiang Qingjian still had a smiling face, saying no, but his eyes told a completely different story.

Liang Zaibing racked his brains but couldn't figure out how he had encountered this constable in his unremarkable first half of life, and how he had offended him.

As a model youth of the 21st century, he has an upright appearance and never breaks the law; he has remained chaste for 20 years, never engaging in online dating or flirting, and he doesn't even play games with cross-dressing characters. It doesn't make sense.

In the end, Liang Zaibing simply attributed it to the person being brain-dead.

"sit down."

When Liang Zaibing came to her senses, she was already sitting opposite Jiang Qingjian, with a cup of Silver Tip tea with a faint aroma in front of her.

Jiang Qingjian rummaged through the cluttered desk for a while, then tossed a document to him. "Fill it out, sign it, and you can leave."

Liang Zaibing grabbed a pen from his desk and started filling out the form, clearly eager to return home.

The information provided is standard personal information; they can find it even if you don't fill it in. There's no need to try to be clever in this area.

The following section covers the dungeon content, including an overview of the dungeon's background and how to clear it.

God knows how long it's been since he last wrote anything after starting university. He only has one black pen in his pencil case, and writing long essays is really a drain on his brain cells.

"Cough cough."

When Liang Zaibing came to his senses, he realized that he had been staring blankly at the paper for a long time without filling in a single word, and he kept fidgeting by taking the pen cap off and putting it back on.

"You can skip this part if you don't want to write it, since the live stream video has been recorded anyway."

"I didn't tell you earlier."

Liang Zaibing flipped through a few pages quickly and found that the next part was a psychological scale, full of questions that only an idiot would answer incorrectly, such as:

5. What would you do if other players were in danger?

A cold-eyed observer

B stabbed him.

C is eager to help.

8. Only when you master the survival path of the dungeon will you...

A destroyed his own path to survival and kept it all for himself.

B pretends to be unaware and conceals the truth.

C enthusiastically shares her survival story.

17. If you see a regular NPC in a dungeon being brutally killed by players, what will you do?

What do I care if Anpc lives or dies?

B joined them

C acts bravely, but NPCs' lives matter too.

And so on.

Without thinking, Liang Zaibing selected C for all of them and quickly filled in a perfect score.

When she got to the last signature section, Liang Zaibing couldn't help but complain, "Jiang sir, this scale is so stupid, how can it possibly identify which player has psychological problems?"

"If he were truly a high-risk player, do you think I would still let him sit in front of me and fill out a form?"

“...That seems to make sense.” Liang Zaibing pondered for a moment, then lowered his head to sign his name, only to suddenly realize something was wrong.

I flipped back a few pages and realized that the document's heading was "Notice of Recruitment of Civil Servants".

Signing that word is tantamount to selling yourself out.

So all that random stuff before was just to wear him down and prevent him from reading the document carefully.

Liang Zaibing waved the document in her hand at the person opposite her, "Officer Jiang, what do you mean by this?"

Even though his attempt had been discovered, Jiang Qingjian showed no remorse. "You saw it, didn't you? It's the employment document."

"After reviewing your performance in the dungeon, the organization believes that you not only possess the qualities required to clear the dungeon, but also have a strong sense of responsibility and ethics. Therefore, we have specially approved your joining us as a member of the Horror Game Administration."

Liang Zaibing crossed her arms, clearly showing her resistance, "I refuse."

“They said they wanted to recruit me, but they sent people to violently control and kidnap me to this place. Now they’re hiding their true intentions and trying to make me sign this document without understanding why,” Liang Zaibing leaned forward, her eyes meeting Jiang Qingjian’s gaze. “I have reason to doubt your sincerity.”

"Are you really not going to consider it? We have a permanent position; as long as you sign this document, you can get out of there without any problems."

Jiang Qingjian flipped to the salary section of the document, which stated that the starting salary was 8 yuan per month, which would increase with the number of years of service, and that allowances, housing provident fund, and five social insurances were all included.

There's no need for attendance tracking or office hours; you just need to follow the organization's instructions when participating in dungeons.

After seeing the offer, Liang Zaibing swallowed hard, but still sincerely declined, saying, "I think it's more down-to-earth to make my own bubble tea."

This is of course a lie.

Actually, he's just used to being lazy and undisciplined. If he were to actually work here, he'd probably get disciplined every few days, which would be unpleasant for him.

Moreover, who knows if this Jiang guy will hold a grudge and make things difficult for me? If I really treat him as a subordinate, he'll just be at Jiang's mercy.

To his surprise, Jiang Qingjian did not insist. He simply accepted the documents and gave him a light nod, saying, "You can go now. Someone will take you home."

Liang Zaibing practically stormed out the door, forgetting to return the pen she was clutching.

Just as he was about to close the door, he heard a voice drift over from behind him—

"I'm watching you, don't do anything wrong."

Liang Zaibing ignored it completely, letting it go in one ear and out the other.

They just said he was upright, kind, and capable of great things, but now they're openly criticizing him. Their change of attitude is faster than turning the pages of a book.

Pshaw, if I really wanted to do something wrong, could you stop me?

When Liang Zaibing returned to his dormitory, it was only 5 p.m., just three hours after he accidentally entered a horror game while playing on his computer. Yet, he had already spent a full seven days in the game.

It seems that there is a difference in the flow of time inside the horror instance and in reality, which avoids the human tragedy of staying in the instance for too long and then being unconscious or even starving to death in reality.

Huang Fang didn't go out for dinner, waiting anxiously in the dormitory for him to come back.

As soon as he appeared, Huang Fang rushed over and hugged him, wiping his face with snot and tears, "Brother Bing, you're finally back! I thought you..."

"Pah, pah, pah," Liang Zaibing said disdainfully as she ripped him off. "Can't you say something auspicious? I'm perfectly fine."

Huang Fang was about to say something more, "But..."

Liang Zaibing pinched his lips, "Shut up, I'm hungry, let's eat first."

Huang Fang nodded with a pout, two comical tears still hanging on his face.

Liang Zaibing took the sterilized chopsticks, picked up the shredded chicken from the plate, and after only a few bites, she slammed the chopsticks down, saying, "Can you please stop looking at me and just eat properly?"

"Ok."

Huang Fanggang lowered his head for only a few seconds before he couldn't help but look up again to peek, just as Liang Zaibing caught him red-handed.

Suppressing her frustration at wanting to throw him out, Liang Zaibing tried to be as gentle as possible, saying, "Spit it out."

Huang Fang hesitated for a while, then finally spoke just as Liang Zaibing was about to punch him, "...I asked my relative who works as a cleaner at the police station why you were taken away. She said that barcode is actually the transaction mark of a large prostitution organization, you..."