[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

At the beginning, the Guaitan APP was just Jiang Wenhao's whim, wanting to create a platform for horror lovers to play together, but Shen Yuze changed after joining.

He first contacted Jiang Wenhao on the mobile phone and asked Jiang Wenhao to launch the task program. Then, he quickly created the first strange story in the conventional sense by relying on many tasks. The strange talk of the man with the black umbrella is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Jiang Wenhao couldn't understand why the Patriarch of the Shen family would come to play this game at first, until he felt the breath of Saltos from Shen Yuze.

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Zhitao thought that he would sleep forever, or just die, but he didn't expect him to wake up.

He looked at the white wall above his head, feeling a dull pain in his mind. He slowly sat up from the bed and looked around. The room was simply furnished, and everything in sight was white.

This is a hospital?Zhitao looked at all this and didn't react, and even suspected that she was still dreaming, so she couldn't help but patted her head lightly.

There was a muffled sound coming from the head, and there was no sign of waking up from this dream, Zhitao put his hand off his head, thinking in a daze, was he saved by someone else?

Beside him was his mobile phone. He picked it up and looked at it, only to find that it was already the second day, and there was still no sign of Saltos on the mobile phone, and at the same time, the Guai Tan app had disappeared.

He put down his phone, he was the only one in the ward, Zhitao got off the bed with his phone in his hand, stood up with his feet on his shoes for a moment, feeling a little dizzy.

Zhitao supported her head, enduring the pain in her head, which was not strong, just like the pain when she opened the door to go out after being bored in an air-conditioned room in summer.

Before he could reach the door, he saw a strange man open the door and walk in. The man was very familiar, and when he saw him stand up from the hospital bed, he hurried forward to help him back to the bed.

"Are you all right?" the man asked eagerly.

Zhitao nodded hesitantly, looked at the fully equipped man in front of him, and asked tentatively, "May I ask who you are?"

The man was wearing a white coat and a gas mask on his head, and his voice was muffled inside the mask: "My name is Wan Wan, and I am a doctor here. Do you remember who you are?"

Zhitao noticed that there was a recording pen on his chest, and it was flashing red. Although he didn't know why Wanwan asked such a question, Zhitao still answered honestly: "Remember, my name is Zhitao."

"So..." Wanwan seemed to be in deep thought, spreading the thick blue folder in his hand on his lap. He sat on the chair opposite Zhitao and asked, "Then do you still remember your family?"

Zhitao was a little uncertain, "I grew up in kindergarten, and I have never met my biological parents, but I have an adoptive father. Are you asking about the adoptive father?"

Wanwan held the pen in his palm, pointed the red end at Zhitao, "Yes, uh, then do you know ghost stories?"

"What strange story?" Zhitao knows several strange stories, and he even has a strange story app.

Million hummed, and then explained: "Oh, of course it is that one, the one you remember most."

The one with the deepest memory, Zhitao was entangled, he thought it was quite scary, and finally he chose one: "Cub, right?"

Xiong Zai is the most arrogant and cruel strange story that Zhitao knows, and he is also the murderer who almost killed him.

"So that's the name." Wan Wan muttered.

Zhitao felt that Wan Wan and himself were not talking about the same thing, so he pursed his lips and asked the busy Wan Wan, "Excuse me..."

He waited for Wanwan to look up before asking, "What do you mean by this place? Am I in the hospital now?"

Wan Wan flattened the blue folder and rubbed his head with his hand, "We are a mysterious asylum here, you are in the branch hospital now, you can leave after we confirm the basic situation, don't panic."

The mysterious shelter, Zhitao was stunned when he heard the name. He had heard of this name from his adoptive father, and it seemed to be an official organization that had contacts with the Shen family.

Just by hearing the name, you can tell what this organization is aiming for, Zhitao asked after deliberation: "Are you here to catch ghosts?"

Wan Wan hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Accordingly, it should have been like this."

The reality is, when they arrived, there was only a comatose Zhitao left here, neither Containment Object 04 nor Jiang Wenhao, who had tipped off the shelter, had disappeared.

Due to suspicion of Zhitao's identity, the shelter decided to send Zhitao to the medical room for observation.

These are all told by Wanwan after getting acquainted with Zhitao, Zhitao was still puzzled when he heard this for the first time: "Is it just me?"

Wan Wan nodded affirmatively, not even a strand of other people's hair could be seen around, only the big living child lying on the ground.

Zhitao felt that his problems were popping up one by one, and he couldn't stop it at all, but it is worth affirming that Saltos must have encountered some situation, so he gave up devouring Zhitao.

But Zhitao couldn't figure out what it was exactly.

The days in the ward are very boring, and Wanwan sometimes tells Zhitao stories about some of the contained objects: "Containment 01 is the earliest contained object, which is shaped like a flower and exudes a strong floral fragrance. It is said that it smells people will fall into a deep sleep and never wake up."

Zhitao noticed something else, "Is the storage number in chronological order? The smaller the number, the longer the storage time?"

This involves millions of blind spots in knowledge. He is just a small doctor, and he listens to patients about things like containment, "Maybe? Anyway, as far as I know, 01 and 04 are all here. It's been a long time."

Zhitao nodded thoughtfully. After completing the daily checkup, he lay down on the hospital bed to rest again. Recently, his head always hurts, and he could still hear the sound of something sliding.

When he heard it for the first time, Zhitao almost thought it was a snake slipping from his ear, and he was so scared that he woke up instantly, and couldn't fall asleep again.

Now he's used to it, Zhitao yawned in a daze, and stepped into a deep dream.

"My mother wants to kill me," said the little boy.

Zhitao was more awake in his dream than in reality, after all his head didn't continue to hurt, but the strange thing was that he became smaller, even smaller than a little boy.

He looked up at the little boy, and this was not the first time he heard the little boy say that, but he still persuaded the little boy seriously: "No, don't think so."

The little boy said that his name was Wenwen, and he was the only child in his family. His parents divorced before he was born, and he followed his mother all the time after he was born.

but……

"You haven't seen my mother," Wenwen said firmly, "she is a very clever murderer, she will let me write the suicide note first, and then she will grab me by the neck and throw me off the balcony .”

He is very afraid of his mother, Zhitao thought.

"Our house doesn't have a balcony, so she will keep choking me up to the dilapidated balcony on the seventh floor, find a place covered with green moss, and throw me down when she finds it."

Zhitao is a little sad, Wenwen is so young, but always has strong despair, he can only comfort Wenwen palely: "Your mother would not do this."

"She will," Wenwen stepped forward and pinched Zhitao's shoulder, "so she can say that I accidentally stepped on the green moss and fell off, and then get rid of me completely."

Zhitao's shoulders hurt from being pinched by Wenwen, he raised his hand to press Wenwen's, who might only be six years old, silently sympathizing with him.

Zhitao has indeed never met Wenwen's mother, every time after he finished persuading Wenwen, this dream would wake up, this is the first time he did not continue to persuade her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wenwen sat down again. After he sat down, the room slowly unfolded in front of Zhitao, and he could clearly see the draft paper in Wenwen's hand.

He walked up to pick up the draft paper, on which was drawn a pure black cube, Zhitao asked curiously: "What is this?"

Wenwen always treats Zhitao very gently. He held Zhitao in his arms and explained to Zhitao: "This is the cosmic phone I designed so that I can communicate with life outside the universe."

Zhitao was at a loss, "Why?"

Wenwen looked at him without speaking, but hugged him tenderly, as if drawing warmth from him.

There is only a group of juvenile peaches with a blurred face and a strange voice, which really looks like life outside the universe, and it also fits the child's imagination of aliens.

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"It's a very strange dream." Zhitao lay lazily on the bed, his head hurt more and more, although it wasn't heart-piercing, it was very hard, and it always came in bursts.

Wanwan is not good at interpreting dreams, holding a thick book of "The Interpretation of Dreams" in his hand, but facing Zhitao's dream, he has no way to start, "You...you are a super long continuous dream."

Hearing him hold back these words for a long time, Zhitao fell into deep thought, thinking that it would be better to think about this dream by herself.

"Tomorrow is Wenwen's 12th birthday." Zhitao rolled over on the bed, looking up at Wanwan with a pair of eyes, the pure white sheet slid out undulating lines on her body.

Million hissed, letting out an unsteady sigh of a straight man.

Zhitao turned his eyes away from Wan Wan, and there were layers of black shadows in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to disturb those shadows, "I always have an ominous premonition."

He said.

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"What is that monster—!" the woman asked sharply.

The monster should be said to be a juvenile peach without a face.

This was the first time he saw Wenwen's mother. She was very tall and dark-skinned. When she entered the small room, she almost broke through the small room. The woman was holding a kitchen knife in her hand, and the sharp blade was still dripping with blood.

Zhitao was pulled back by Wenwen, but the room was too small, there was only one box for the small one to hide, Wenwen pulled him to hide in the box.

It seems that the box is not correct, it is just a small cardboard box, Zhitao doesn't even know how the two of them hid it in, he huddled next to Wenwen, saw the knife cut through the top, and then blood began to flow come out.

Zhitao was drowned in blood.

"——" Zhitao woke up, his pupils dilated and looked forward, before recovering from the dream, he slowly got up from the bed, and after a while, he realized that his head was no longer hurting.

The surrounding was very quiet, Zhitao slowly touched her head, and sat on the bed in a daze. When she finally disappeared, Zhitao seemed to hear Wenwen's mother calling Wenwen's name.

Jiang Wenhao.

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"You can go home today," Wan Wan twirled the pen in his hand, "I'm tired of living these few days."

Zhitao smiled at him, "It's okay."

After all, he was in the same state at home, Wan Wan put the pen on the table, stood up and patted him on the shoulder and left.

There was no change at home, Zhitao took off her shoes, walked to the sofa and turned on the TV, the sound of the TV filled the empty home.

"All those involved in the threatening letter courier case that has occurred since June 28 have been arrested, and the next step is..."

There is still a bottle of drink, Zhitao opened the refrigerator and thought in surprise, he took out the drink, walked to the sofa and sat down, stretched out his hand to open the can and took a sip.

"So, did the strange talk really disappear?"

[That's right, after all, he relies on the ghost talk app to survive, which is equivalent to manga and manga characters. If the manga is gone, this character will naturally be gone. ]

Zhitao listened to what he said, and silently took a sip of her drink, "Are you still alive?"

He put down his drink and called out half-jokingly, "Wenwen."

Jiang Wenhao also laughed, his voice sounded like many people talking together: [Guess. ]

Guess I'm Saltos or Jiang Wenhao.

The author has something to say:

Saltos and Jiang Wenhao are the same existence. The adoptive father, senior, and bear cubs are replaced by strange stories, but strange stories are also equivalent to Saltos, but very extreme.

The dream Zhitao had was real. He traveled to the past and prompted Jiang Wenhao to create Saltos.

Jiang Wenhao handed Saltos to the asylum, but was brought back by his adoptive father, trying to use Saltos' power to become a god.

*This is the end of the second story! (maybe there will be a sideshow)

Next, I will modify the first three chapters and copywriting of this article, and the third story will be updated later, thank you for your support!