dramatic death

Yin Tong looked at the light screen in his hand.

This kind of opening method, like a summoning spell, perfectly fits the mentality of an adolescent kid in the middle two.He is now very sure that the time of this dungeon should be when he was a teenager, at most no more than 16 years old, otherwise it would be impossible to be so shameless.

——Every day when I turn on the light screen, I have to call out "Little Prince" with love. I really can't be underestimated when I was in the second year of middle school.

He barely suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth, and moved his eyes back to the reluctant light screen.

This is a transparent light screen that looks about the size of a 32-carat fairy tale book, and has a standby interface similar to the mobile terminal that Yin Tong once used.The huge time and weather occupy most of the screen, and the remaining few applications are built-in by the system, and there is no personal preference mixed in it.

Yin Tong lowered his eyes and clicked on the information interface on the light screen. There were only three people in the mailing list: Wen He, Wen Qi, and a series of familiar numbers.

He dialed the string of numbers, and no surprise, the phone was busy.The various devices that can provide communication in horror games are usually just decorations. The phone will never be connected, the vehicle will never be driven, and the message will never be sent.

——If it is connected, it might be a ghost.

Yin Tong laughed and hung up the phone.

The data automatically loaded on the light screen interface through the internal terminal of Central City is being filled with the specific information of the number owner from top to bottom.However, probably out of privacy considerations, the information interface that Yintong saw was mosaiced except for the names and phone numbers.

He rubbed the familiar name on the screen and couldn't help laughing.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling in his heart, he was obviously still in the game of Hakoniwa Online, he obviously didn't know anything about his past, and he obviously didn't know what else was waiting to play with him, but at this moment he felt To the inexplicable peace of mind.

That string of numbers belonged to An Qi, and it was exactly the same as what this guy saved in his terminal a few days ago.

He didn't expect that he would trust someone so much one day, and he didn't expect that he had met An Qi so early.

Yin Tong clicked on the information interface to check the chat history, and there was only a short sentence in the translucent light screen, with no beginning or end, making people confused.

- "Thank you for the gift."

What did "I" send?

Yin Tong slightly raised his eyebrows, thinking that he must ask clearly next time we meet.

Compared to An Qi, who was still full of puzzles, the other two people on the mailing list were much more interesting.

"Wen Qi" who was squeezed in the middle looked like a tsundere, with an awkward and fierce voice.The chat records with "him" are basically limited to one-sided rants, and the last paragraph still stays: "Where is the person?", a location address, "Get back before nine o'clock", "Okay" - such a strange conversation pattern.

"Wen He" on the top is just like his name, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a gentle and considerate old man.His last message was at 18:45 yesterday evening, and the content of the inquiry was: "Tongtong, I heard you went home?"

Yesterday's "Yin Tong" did not reply.

Yin Tong was silent for a while, and he tried to send a message, but sure enough, even if the signal was full, he could only receive a notification window that the sending failed.

He exited the "Information" interface, glanced at the "Gallery" and other software, and directly opened the built-in file manager of the light screen.

There was nothing on the transparent light screen, even if Yintong clicked on the hidden file, there was only a scanned picture marked with a four-digit date and code "A3206".

It was an inspection report.

There are no specific inspection items, no detailed inspection introduction, and someone left a line of elegant handwriting with a pen after the cumbersome data. Yintong tried to identify it and found that the other party wrote.

"Amazing, congratulations on taking a big step forward for human evolution."

The signature is—Xu Jingchen, an enthusiastic citizen.

Another strange name.

Boss Yin wrote down the name of the other party as usual, and his eyes stayed on the unruly font for a moment, thinking that the other party should be of the same type as An Qi in the diary writing period, a typical freedom that does not want to be restrained Activists.

He closed the file manager, flipped through the light screen twice, but found no useful hints, but when he was about to put down the light screen, he found a new message popped up in the information bar.

[Wen He: Why didn't you reply to the message, what happened?I remember that there is only one younger sister left in your family, and I don’t usually hear you mention it. How is he? Is he still clingy? 】

Yin Tong typed a few words in the reply box, but it still couldn't be sent.

[Wen He: Are you busy?Is there anything I can do to help? 】

Yin Tong thought: Yes, there are too many, can you receive my brain waves...

[Wen He: It may be offensive to say so, but in fact, if Tongtong is willing, he can bring his younger sister to our house.Ms. Qiao has always wanted to raise a daughter. You know, if my sister is willing to come, she will be very happy. 】

……"also"?

Yin Tong's gaze paused for a moment on that strange word, and he thought to himself that Wen He's statement was a bit strange, as if he had already sent someone to the other party's home.

But who can he entrust?Besides his sister, does he have any other relatives?

There is no answer.

On the opposite side of the terminal, Wen He didn't send any more messages.Yin Tong waited for a while and was about to put the light screen back into the backpack, but found that the screen suddenly lit up, the built-in keyboard appeared in the message interface, and some small apertures lit up on the screen, fainting the tiny light patterns like breathing.

It's like someone is typing.

He watched the other party delete and write in the reply box. "He" first typed a long paragraph, expressing that he would bear all the daily expenses of his sister, and then deleted and changed it into a series of vows of loyalty, almost without writing. Out of "knotting a grass ring to repay kindness".

After finishing writing, I felt that it was inappropriate. After deleting, deleting and correcting for a long time, I only sent out three short words.

【sorry. 】

On the other side of the light screen, Wen He quickly replied to the message, his tone was concise and light, and he even had an obvious smile.

He said: [Tongtong, I will pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. 】

Yintong stood in the middle of the bedroom with a light screen, and the breeze poured into the half-open French windows, making the fairy tale books on the shelf rattle.He read Wen He's letter again, and the message was clear in a few words. He thought that there was nothing to hesitate, and the other party had finished what he had to say.

This Mr. Wen, who has a good relationship with him, has already written down the clearance conditions for the novice teaching. He needs to live until after eight o'clock tomorrow morning. While successfully leaving this house, he will take away the "sister" who can kill him in the middle of the night .

- So it's urgent.

Yintong raised his head and looked at the wooden door on the left.

As a matter of urgency, he had to leave this bedroom and find the next save point.

……

It is clearly written on the reminder card: the daytime is the activity time of "people".

The moment Yin Tong pushed open the bedroom door, he smelled a seductive aroma. Not far from the corridor on the second floor, a gentle woman was humming and walking through the living room below with fragrant toast.

She has snow-white skin and a slender waist, and her jet-black hair is tied loosely on one shoulder.Yin Tong stood in the corridor on the second floor, looking down at her frequently appearing in front of the dining table downstairs. Bright sunflowers were embroidered on the hem of the creamy white skirt, which spun into a splendid sea of ​​flowers with brisk steps.

The height of the two-story building is not enough for Yin Tong to see her appearance clearly, and the appearance vaguely gliding through his eyes can only make him say "beautiful", but it only brings some inexplicable familiarity.

Yin Tong turned his eyes away and fixed his eyes on the other rooms on this floor except the bedroom he just left.

He thought that before going downstairs, he had to save a file.

The second floor of the villa is a row of bedrooms with similar styles. Five identical carved wooden doors form an "L" figure above the living room.The room where Yintong lives is located at the top of the second floor. There is a sign saying "Brother" hanging on the door. Walking forward, there are "Father and Mother", "Xiaoqing", "Library" and "Piano Room". .

Except for the room with "Xiaoqing" written on it, which was ruled out by Yintong, he pushed through the rest of the rooms in turn.As expected, it is impossible for him to open these obviously unlocked doors without getting the "key"/"door card" or clearing some plots.

After leaving the bedroom, the game only left him two paths, either to go downstairs or to "visit" "Xiaoqing".

And that "Xiao Qing", if Yin Tong guessed correctly, should be his "sister" who might be positioned as the final boss.

Before he found the clue to clear the level, Yin Tong didn't want to single out the boss and give him GG*.

He hesitated for a moment and sighed, carrying the baseball bat he took from the bathroom, walked down the stairs to the first floor.

Although the space on the first floor is the same as that on the upper floor, perhaps because the living room, dining room and kitchen are all open and decorated, it looks larger than the space on the upper floor.Yin Tong walked down the stairs and walked into the living room. The wall facing the living room was built into a transparent sun wall. From the second floor to the first floor, the bright morning light made the whole room seem to emit a warm yellow soft light.

Yin Tong glanced over the milky white leather sofa and the light-transmitting glass coffee table, and paused for a moment on the huge light screen on the sun wall, thinking that this kind of decoration is really special, it might be the same as if the light screen was turned on.

But he didn't say anything. Rich people always have some special hobbies. Maybe once the light screen is turned on, the wall can turn into night, allowing you to experience the special effects like a home theater.

He walked around the living room to the dining room, and saw that the dining table covered with a bright red tablecloth was covered with fragrant food, and the two red roses in the vase in the center were so bright that they seemed to have a shy girlish look against the apples on the plate. .

He stood a few steps from the table, watching the beautiful woman set warm milk beside four plates.

That is a gentle woman.

Her soft black hair is loosely tied to one side, under the willow-leaf eyebrows is a pair of water-cut autumn pupils, a healthy blush glows on the suet-like cheeks, and the corners of her lips are slightly hooked, as if fainting a touch of seductive beauty Cinnabar.Her eyes were bent and she was smiling, her inorganic pupils were like lustrous glass, adding a strange look to the cheerful smile on her face.

She hummed, picked up the rose in the vase, and sniffed it gently.

Her eye feathers trembled slightly, like a pair of thin cicada wings.

Yin Tong stood where he was, watching the woman a few steps away looking up in his direction.She has a face that is extremely familiar to him, and she has stirred the fragile heart in his chest in countless midnight nightmares.

He remembered this woman.

She was a guest who had been in his hallucinations and a home nurse who had died in his living room.

Yin Tong looked at her standing upright, her red lips slightly curved into a gentle smile.

He remembered the smile.

Because he called this woman for more than ten years——

"Mother."