Kou Dong vaguely felt that he seemed to have caught a vital thread in this fog.

He rounded up the paper he had written on and stuffed it into his pocket.

Strangely, he vaguely felt that he had heard something else. It's all over the place, as if—

Don't trust the system...calling your dad?

...

Insane, how could the system suddenly convulse and call his dad!

Kou Dong felt that this sentence had no logic at all. But with a cautious attitude of verifying, he still poked out the dialog box and asked: [Do you have any impulse when you see me? 】

Like the urge to call me dad?

The system was also stunned by his question, and he hesitated for a long time before giving him a question mark.

【? 】

What's the meaning?

Kou Dong changed his method and said euphemistically: [Or, do you want to be my cub? 】

system:【……】

The system sent him a long string of ellipses, apparently inexplicable.

Insane, why do you think of Kou Dong as a father?

Kou Dong: [I think so too. 】

It sounds like wishful thinking.

But after thinking about it carefully, Kou Dong was still a little disappointed.

[Actually it's not bad to be my son,] He said quietly, [I'm pretty good with cubs...]

The system said coldly: [This is not a question of good or bad. 】

The problem is that we simply cannot be father and son.

Kou Dong: […]

Alas, well.

The dream of having a second child was shattered.

He had to move to see his first cub. Ye Yanzhi was still asleep on the bed with his eyes closed and his face flushed.

Just looking at the eyebrows, in fact, the eyebrows are deep, clear and handsome.

It's a pity that on such a slap-sized body, this handsome man has turned into a cute, like a little baby with two heads.

Anyway, every time Kou Dong saw him, he couldn't help his father's love.

If it were normal, Ye Yanzhi would have thought about him ten thousand times in his heart with a cold face. But at the moment he fell asleep, and he couldn't control it, so Kou Dong was able to relax. When he pulled his hand back happily, he realized that he looked more like a bad-loving pervert than a loving father.

Ye Yanzhi was still asleep, and there was no sign of opening his eyes.

Kou Dong had no choice but to find things to do by himself. Without the help of the cubs, he would not be able to draw cards. A lucky E really couldn't take this risk and go into battle in person. He would lie down on the bed every day, drink a cup of tea and eat potato chips, and his life would be both a home and a waste.

But for Kou Dong, it was a precious rest time.

Since he entered the game, he has never rested from the group of neurotic neuroses. It's easy to have an opportunity, but time seems to be infinitely stretched. The system couldn't let out a single fart for a long time, and his cub who could talk slept from the beginning to the end again. Kou Dong talked about the system when his mouth was idle. After a few moments, the system almost collapsed, and the dialog box shook into a sieve.

Kou Dong also asked very flatly: [If you were a person, would you beat me up? 】

The system was silent for a long time, before saying dryly: [No. 】

Kou Dong is curious: [Could it be that you still scold me? 】

It's not that he said, the system doesn't look like it can swear at people...

Board is a headache.

The system sent him a long string of ellipses, and finally, sent him another round of pictures of the flaming sun.

Kou Dong stared at the sun for a long time, but didn't understand, [What do you mean? 】

System: [It doesn't make any sense. 】

Kou Dong: [But I think something is wrong. 】

【Yes. 】The system said coldly, 【What's wrong? 】

Kou Dong: […]

He had a guess in his mind.

Is it possible that the system means that if the system is an individual...

On him?

This idea is too creepy, Kou Dong would rather believe that the other party wants to be his son.

He lay down on the bed heavily, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: haven't played the game for so long, and don't know if anyone noticed in reality, so call the police for him...

In fact, Kou Dong is also a well-known figure in the game anchor industry. He himself has a strange magic power, no matter what kind of NPC, good or bad, all can be subdued under the pomegranate pants. ——Of course, the NPC mentioned here is only a love game. As for the expansion of the game field later, even the horror game NPCs started to be crazy about him and slammed into the wall for him. That was not what Kou Dong wanted to see at all.

The girls call him "Winter God", firstly because of his sassy manipulation and unique charm to attract NPCs, and secondly because his voice is quite nice, reminiscent of the handsome guy sitting behind the screen, not short and poor frustrated.

They also love imagining his love story with other streamers on the platform or corporate executives. According to their words, the host of Winter God is full of four words from head to toe: full of anger.

It's just that the anchor company that Kou Dong signed with is more responsible and never engages in this kind of wheat bran. Every time he sees a similar post with Lalang, he will immediately show the other party 404. In addition, after losing his memory, Kou Dong no longer likes to go out frequently, so that to this day, Kou Dong is still an innocent little white flower in the anchor world.

Not to mention his face, he had never even seen a few strangers. In this turbid anchor circle, he can be said to be out of the mud and unstained, and beautiful alone.

Kou Dong felt sad every time he thought about it. The money he had worked so hard to save from live broadcasts was not used much, and he actually got into this shitty game...

I regret every time think about it.

Why not kryptonite!

It should have been kryptonite in the first place - at least have a swimming pool.

On the seventh day, Kou Dong couldn't go on. The game gave him only seven days of rest, and whether he wanted to or not, he had to enter the dungeon.

He opened the team interface and found that Song Hong and A Xue were both absent, and their heads were grayed out together.

"Okay," Kou Dong murmured, "then I'll choose one myself..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Song Hong's avatar jump and go online.

The little girl's avatar lit up immediately, and both of them returned to the game with a seven-day deadline.

Kou Dong was quite happy to see it. Having two reliable teammates who had worked with each other was better than being assigned to a stranger who didn't know his mind. What's more, the little girl has a special perception of evil, which is quite reliable.

Before he could send the message, Song Hong's message had already arrived.

[Can't enter the copy? 】

Kou Dong: [Enter. You haven't played the game in two days? 】

Song Hong said vaguely, [Check some information outside. 】

He seemed reluctant to talk about this, only said: [Let's go in and talk. 】

The three formed a team and entered the team copy. The number of participants in this dungeon is 6, and the achievement points are 430 points.

The name of the copy is Seeing is not believing, and the task is to successfully survive for eight days.

...

Seeing is not believing, this is really not a word that can make people feel at ease.

Song Hong felt a little guilty after getting it. He glanced at the person beside him and said in a low voice, "Then go in?"

In reality, A Xue stood beside him. The little girl has dark hair and eyes, and is beautiful, but there is no extra expression on her face.

She said lightly, "Come in."

Song Hong nodded slightly and officially entered the game.

Kou Dong picked up his cub who was still lying on the bed, and cherished it and put it in the luggage rail.

He agreed to the task invitation in front of him.

At the same time, the three of them felt an involuntary force dragging them down, and finally they almost fell heavily on something hard. At the same time, a vigorous male voice resounded in front of him, and smashed it heavily along with the head of chalk: "What are you doing!—I'm already in my third year of high school, why are you still so inattentive in class?!"

The familiar voice made the three of them tremble at the same time, and they felt a kind of fear that came naturally from their hearts.

They lowered their heads almost subconsciously, and the piece of chalk that was thrown out rubbed the top of the heads of several people and flew straight to the back.

Behind Kou Dong sat a male student, who was also taller than ordinary people, and was thrown straight at the moment. He let out a whimper, grabbed his fingers subconsciously, grabbed the yellow chalk end from the table, and grimaced.

Middle-aged man stands on the podium. He looked like the kind of teacher that ordinary people would meet, wearing an ordinary striped shirt and an old-fashioned round-neck sweater, with a small belly protruding slightly.

There was a black thermos cup on the podium. He raised the cup and took a sip, but he didn't look guilty. He just grinned and said, "What's it called."

The male student who was smashed for no reason dared not speak out, so he had to admit that he was unlucky.

Kou Dong looked at the male teacher and felt kindly. He couldn't remember why he was kind, but just by looking at it, it was as if he had been taught by such a lively teacher.

Song Hong coughed lightly, tried not to move his lips, and whispered, "I can guess what he will say next, your class is the worst class I've ever had..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged male teacher knocked on the blackboard with a pointer, which was a little distressed.

"Your class!" He commented, "It's the worst class I've ever brought!"

Kou Dong wanted to laugh a little, took a quick breath, and forcibly held back. The male teacher tapped on the blackboard and was still training: "No way! No way!! Do you think you learned it for me? Let me tell you the truth, no matter how bad your grades are, my salary is a lot... "

This is what the old man talked about, and he said it more than once or twice. The students in the class were expressionless, and only a few responded lazily.

Kou Dong was among them, but he nodded seriously, feeling that there was nothing wrong with what he said.

After the male teacher finished approving people, he finally turned his head and started to speak. There is also a round circle he just drew on the blackboard. It seems that all math teachers have this ability. They hold chalk in their hands, and take the elbow as the center, and draw each and every one accurately.

He started talking about geometry.

The students who took notes were taking notes, those who were in a daze, and some who were so sleepy that they couldn't even open their eyes. ——No matter how you look at it, this seems to be an ordinary day in the classroom.

Such daily routines seem to have nothing to do with titles such as "Seeing is not believing" and tasks such as "Live for Eight Days", and can even be said to be inconsistent.

The three of them had some little doubts in their hearts.

Kou Dong didn't listen to the class carefully, but just looked left and right, and soon saw that there were four people in the class sitting on either side of them, their expressions also looked a little stern, and the movements of taking notes were also unfamiliar, obviously it had not been done for a long time. student.

These should be the players who came in with him.

Kou Dong had a bottom line in his heart, and looked at Song Hong.

It seems that this time, the seven people entered the same class. Then it is very likely that the main plot is concentrated in this class.

It's just that he turned his head to look at the four people again, and couldn't bear to look directly. Two of the players were obviously older, and even though the system defaulted their appearance back to the youthful age of sixteen or seventeen, they only changed 80%, and they failed to change their hair. Now that the two players have one Mediterranean and one less white head, they really can't be more conspicuous.

The classmates in the class seemed to be used to it, and no one looked at the shiny head. The Mediterranean man was holding his high school math book, and his expression was as if he was reading a book from heaven.

At this moment, the male teacher spread out the papers and began to ask questions.

"Next, invite two classmates to come to the blackboard to do the problem." He looked around the classroom, "Which classmate is coming up?"

The people present tacitly lowered their heads, avoiding looking at the teacher who was looking for the unlucky ghost. Kou Dong lowered his head quickly, and did not make eye contact with the other party, so as not to be selected by one glance later.

Although he was a little skeptical in his heart, whether this trick would work for him with a full favorability.

A few seconds later, the teacher who couldn't find the prey set his sights on Kou Dong.

"Just that... the fourth boy from the left in the third row."

Kou Dong counted. There are two people in front and three people on the left.

"..."

The hunch at such a time is never wrong, and he really happens to be the fourth from the left in the third row.

Kou Dong looked up at the question, like reading a book from heaven.

He is not sure how his high school grades are, but there is no doubt that if he is asked to take the test now, who has lost his memory, he will definitely fail the test.

After all, the memory of learning is gone, and now Kou Dong sees every character like an inexplicable ghost drawing, and he doesn't understand half of it.

"Come on," the male teacher urged again, "it's you, the fourth from the left in the third row, the one with glasses, the new transfer student..."

The classmate at the same table urged him in a low voice, "Quick, tell me about you."

Kou Dong touched his face, and sure enough, he found a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses with thin lenses on top.

These glasses are very different from the ordinary and simple dress of ordinary students, and they are actually a bit showy.

He whispered to the tablemate: "Can you?"

His deskmate said: "Of course. It's not a problem..."

Kou Dong suddenly doubted his own intelligence.

Not a problem?

Why does he feel that this seems to be more difficult than the previous one who guessed the ghost...

So he took off his glasses, put them on for his classmate at the same table on his left, and squatted down from his seat.

The classmates at the same table looked a little confused, "...?"

Teacher on the podium: "???"

The teacher was also stunned, and it took a long time to call him: "What are you doing?"

Kou Dong didn't have the slightest psychological burden. He stuck out a head from behind the table and said honestly, "Take the blame."

teacher:"……"

Kou Dong: "That's right. He is now the fourth from the left in the third row. He also wears glasses. Teacher, you can just ask him directly."

teacher:"……"

He has taught for so many years, but this is the first time he has met such an unconventional student, who dares to play such a small trick in front of him.

To be honest, there are quite a few students playing tricks. Just to ask for a leave is already full of mistakes and omissions. Grandparents with children can even live and die several times and frequently need to go back to attend funerals. ——

But at least, people still know to find a reason to whitewash the peace.

Where does it look like Kou Dong! What he did was so blatant and his voice was so loud that people couldn't even see it.

When the male teacher moved his lips, he was about to get angry. But this item was not clearly written in the rules and said it could not be used. He couldn't find a basis, so he had to force the pressure down and let Kou Dong's next door stand at the same table.

At the same table, a small boy, looking at his grades, he was still smiling after being slapped by Kou Dongyin. He quickly wrote a few lines under the question and solved the correct answer.

The male teacher's expression became brighter, and he didn't embarrass others anymore, and only commented on the steps to solve the problem. After he finished speaking, the get out of class bell rang outside. The teacher clipped the book, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head and said, "By the way, your music teacher has something to do. Next class, you will study music by yourself."

There was a sudden burst of lamentation in the classroom. The courageous tried to protest, and said loudly: "Teacher, I saw the music teacher at school today, and he came to work!"

It looks alright?

The male teacher didn't look back, and said more perfunctorily, "He just happened. I'll send out a paper later, and the one I just printed is the finale of another high school. Everyone hurry up and write, and hand in after class. "

The wailing in the class suddenly became louder.

They are only preparing for the second year of high school, and they have not yet risen.

The students wailed. After class was over, someone took the opportunity to take out the hidden mobile phone from the desk pocket and surreptitiously looked down.

Kou Dong looked at the table in front of him. Someone on the table drew a grid with a water pen, and there were circles on it, as if playing Gobang on this table.

He stroked the tabletop, and immediately realized that there was a small letter engraved under the tabletop.

Kou Dong touched it, and could only feel a few relatively clear strokes, but he couldn't guess what it was. He simply squatted down, huddled under the table, and tried to look at it.

After watching for a while, Kou Dong finally saw it.

It is the word "winter".

— just happened to be his name.

He drilled his head out, and Song Hong stood beside him. There are people in the classroom, and the two of them talk like an underground party, and they have to be careful, "Is there something?"

Kou Dong nodded and said that word. Song Hong thought for a while, but couldn't understand.

"What does that mean?—Is that the seat you were supposed to sit in when you came in?"

He tried to feel under his desk, but couldn't find anything. "Empty."

Kou Dong didn't say a word, but he vaguely felt that it wasn't the case. He just touched the engraved word, and it seemed to have a small touch.

It's just that now, he can't think clearly about this inexplicable touch.

During the break, people came back from the bathroom after filling the water, and a girl in front of the stage picked up the cups of a group of people and went out to get hot water. The four players sitting on both sides looked at each other a few times, and then leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Are you two together?"

Song Hong nodded.

The girl in the middle ordered the Mediterranean.

"We are also together, we have formed a team. This is Teacher Mo."

"Hey, I don't dare to be a teacher," said Mediterranean Sea with a smile, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and wiped the sweat from his bare forehead repeatedly.

The girl pointed at the little whitehead again.

"It's a knife scar."

Scar's face was sullen and silent. He was obviously not young, and there was a deep hostility between his eyebrows, and he was obviously in a fidgety mood. Even after hearing the introduction of the girl, he didn't react at all, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

After returning to the age of seventeen or eighteen, there were only some pimple marks on his face, but no scars. Maybe that scar was accidentally injured after he left school.

The girl was let down by the indifference of Scar's indifference, and smiled awkwardly, but she was not angry, she just turned her face slightly, "And this, this is..."

The boy at the end nodded to Kou Dong and the others, and said, "This is my girlfriend."

"Yes." The girl's face was a little embarrassed, and she was slightly red, "He mainly came with me, you can just call me Xiaoying. - He is Xiao Kai."

The two of them looked young, and the boy hooked her shoulder slightly, which seemed to be a perfect match.

Song Hong also briefly introduced the three of them, explained the number of copies they had experienced, and avoided saying the word copy. Hearing the number, Xiao Kai's eyes widened and he was speechless.

"Really?" He glanced at Song Hong with admiration, "Brother, I respect you as a warrior!"

This game is no ordinary game. As early as the opening of the special section of "Dead Man", the game basically became a fight for life. They were just curious for a while, and with the addition of freshness, they wanted to come in and take a look. It could be regarded as a special date.

Fortunately, I came in now, and it was better than I imagined, and I didn't find any terrifying pictures that made people dread. On the contrary, there are teachers who are friendly and kind, chattering about his outdated lines, some classmates and friends laughing and playing, and life is warm and plain, just like his own daily life.

Song Hong saw a lot of young people who wanted to stimulate him. Although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, it was not easy to persuade him. He could only euphemistically say in the name of someone who had come over: "You still have to be careful about everything."

Xiao Kai widened his eyes, obviously not taking this to heart at all.

"Just what can happen on this campus?" he said. "At most, I didn't do well in the exam, or I was caught secretly dating, and the head teacher called me to the office..."

Xiaoying giggled along with them, and the two of them giggled into a ball, which caused everyone in the class to turn their heads to look at them.

Song Hong: "..."

In the end is a newcomer.

At this moment, the boy who was secretly playing with his mobile phone suddenly said, "Have you read the news? It's another..."

"Look." The girl in the class swallowed her saliva. "The description is so terrifying... It feels like it's hollowed out, it's pale and pale."

"You haven't caught it yet?"

"No," the boy replied, "This is obviously not something normal people can do, so we can only investigate."

Kou Dong listened, and Song Hong and Song Hong glanced at each other at the same time. Kou Dong now has some experience, so instead of going to ask the NPC immediately, he put his hand into the table pocket and searched carefully.

He quickly took out another mobile phone, a black one, an old one, luckily able to surf the Internet. Kou Dong opened the browser, went straight to the local news, and immediately saw an article with the most attention in the news module.

"The serial murder case is still unsolved, and the thirteenth victim died in Huangquan!"

A picture is attached below, which looks like a white cicada slough when viewed on the website.

Kou Dong felt a little strange. He opened the picture and zoomed in, only then did he realize what was on it.

Not what insects left behind. - The white things in the photo are people.

After coming to this conclusion, Kou Dong couldn't believe it himself.

He had never seen a person like this before. From the hair to the toes, they were all the same white, like a solidified plaster statue.

That kind of white inside, can not reveal the slightest vitality. The victim's skin looked extremely soft, and was stretched so full that it almost rounded out the texture of the skin, making her translucent.

Looking at such pictures for a long time will make people feel uncomfortable. Kou Dong flipped forward and found that the victims were all dead in the same way, all pale and bloodless.

No wonder people are so apprehensive. This kind of thing is unbelievable, so how can you not be afraid?

Fear most easily breeds panic.

He looked at the news content.

"Today's morning news, our reporter followed the special police officers to the scene of the murder on Third Street. The sanitation worker who reported the case said that the thirteenth victim was found on the ground when she started to work for her, and she was breathless when she found it. This is the thirteenth bizarre death case in two months. Regarding the cause of the case and the real culprit behind the scenes, the police are still unable to draw an accurate conclusion. Anyone with knowledge is welcome to provide us with clues. Tel: 139****** *1……"

Kou Dong handed the phone to A Xue. The two looked at each other head to head, and when they raised their heads again, their expressions were a little grim.

This is the first plot point they found that may be related to the dungeon quest after they entered the dungeon, and it is currently the only content that can be combined with the quest of "surviving for eight days". Song Hong carefully read it several times before returning the phone to Kou Dong and said in a low voice, "So, there is still a risk here."

Kou Dong nodded, "Naturally."

He didn't believe that the system would be so good, giving him a world with absolutely no pits to jump into.

Since entering the game, every dungeon that Kou Dong has experienced has been filled with pits, and speaking of which, he can directly use it as a venue for the story of the mole...

After all, there are pits all over the place.

Song Hong: "When school is over, let's go to Third Street and see if there is anything else."

The three of them reached an agreement temporarily. Kou Dong looked at the little girl and found that the other party kept silent all the time, and his expression was different from before. He was only staring in one direction, and his face was a little gloomy.

Kou Dong looked in her direction and saw only the knife scar. At this moment, he was impatiently putting his arm on the table and burying his head in it to sleep. Kou Dong asked in a low voice, "What did you see?"

The little girl didn't expect him to be so sharp, her eyes were blocked, and it was impossible to withdraw it immediately or kill him without recognizing him. She finally shook her head and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

Song Hong also looked over, frowned slightly, and felt at a loss.

That man had less white hair, was definitely not young, and had a fierce look on his face, so he wasn't the type that A Xue would like.

Why is Axue... Still watching him look so seriously?

Song Hong felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, like an old father marrying a daughter.

He coughed in a low voice, trying to say something, but heard the class bell rang. The agreed papers arrived, and behind the podium sat a class cadre who was on duty today, very seriously supervising everyone not to speak.

Whoever speaks, writes down whose name in the notebook.

The three of them are cautious and never take unnecessary risks. Since the NPC said not to speak, they didn't even say a word, they just secretly threw small notes to each other and passed the information silently.

This is also a classic method in the school. A blank page that was torn at random from an unknown exercise book was densely written and discussed secretly.

But the young couple couldn't be idle. They had just heard the NPC talking about the serial murder case, but they didn't care about it at all. In their opinion, it is enough to live for eight days. As for the murder case, it has nothing to do with them. Now that the school's security is so strict, the murderer will definitely not let the murderer run in.

With this thought in mind, the two of them are in one place, so I can't help but secretly squeeze my hand and I squeeze yours. Occasionally pinched hard, and will make a small scream.

The first time the sound was loud, the class cadres behind the lectern raised their eyes in warning and looked at them.

Song Hong said in a low voice, "Stop talking."

But these words are of no use, the two are naturally used to being outside, and now they are in love again, and it is hard to part, and they will get tired of being in one place alone. Soon, the girl's laughter sounded, unabashedly crisp and sweet.

The class cadres furrowed their brows. This time, they didn't give them any more face, and just rewrote the names of the two on the blackboard.

What he wrote was not his real name, but the nickname they used when they introduced themselves.

The name was on the blackboard, and the young couple finally knew to shut up and stared at it. After a while, the boy in the young couple quietly threw a note to Song Hong and asked carefully, "Will it have any effect if it is written on it?"

Song Hong really couldn't answer this question. Although he has experienced many dungeons, each dungeon has different plots and causes of death, and the storyline and worldview of the dungeon are independent and complete. He couldn't guarantee the ticket, so he wrote euphemistically: "Not necessarily. You can think about a good place first."

After you go through a few more dungeons, you'll know, there's nothing good in this game at all...

The trigger of this event will definitely not be any positive content.

Song Hong thought, and couldn't help but feel a little angry. It's not that he didn't remind him, he clearly reminded him, but these two people didn't know how to restrain themselves.

He couldn't say it clearly, but the thought really turned around in his mind. When look at Xiao Kai again, it is like looking at a living neurosis.

After the morning class was over, the students went back to the dormitory in twos and threes.

High school is different from junior high school, the residence on campus is almost uniform, and only occasionally two day students live in their own home. Kou Dong and his friends walked to the dormitory building together, and when they got downstairs, they had to separate from A Xue. The girl was in a separate building. She said goodbye to the two of them and walked towards the corridor over there.

"Hey, wait, wait!" Xiaoying chased after her and smiled, "Sister Xiaoxue, shall we go up together? I just heard from them that we are transfer students, and we can consider living in a two-person dormitory. ."

The little girl lifted her eyelids and looked at her from head to toe.

This look is actually a bit abrupt, not polite. It's just that A Xuesheng's delicacy doesn't show any inappropriateness when looking at people like this, it just looks faint.

After seeing it, she shook her head very simply and neatly.

"Do not."

Xiaoying was stunned, looked at her in disbelief, and stuttered when she spoke.

"But...but we are both like that, we must take care of each other..."

A Xue said coldly, "I don't believe this."

After she finished speaking, she didn't look at Xiaoying again, and went straight upstairs. Xiaoying's expression changed a few times, but she stomped her foot in the end, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Soon, the whistle for the start of the nap sounded, the yard was empty, and no one could be seen.

Xiaoying was a little flustered, and felt that she couldn't stay here too much, so she went upstairs with her.

It's okay to sleep in a single bed by yourself.

Although she came to comfort herself like this, she still chose the room next to A Xue, and she still had some delusions in her heart. In this way, if something really happened to him, the other party would still have time to save him.

She didn't know that when something happened, no one could save it.

Kou Dong and Song Hong entered the boys' bedroom. The two slept on the bunk and Kou Dong was on the top bed.

The school was quiet now, and there was no other movement. Kou Dong was silent for a while, then whispered: "Before you came in, did you want to tell me something?"

He still remembered the news that he was hesitant to say. Song Hong seemed to be trying to convey something to him, but failed to convey it, "What did you find?"

Song Hong propped up his body and whispered, "We checked the forum for a long time and finished the forum."

Kou Dong: "...?"

Song Hong: "We..."

They finally found a post that Axue had unknowingly seen. In the post, someone swears that the reason why "Dead Man" will open the special module is because of a young man.

He wrote: "You don't see how this game treats him. He is written into all the pre-plots, and will always be the core and special person in the game. He is the treasure of the whole game, and the treasure that the NPCs carefully join. 】

But this treasure was lost.

Song Hong wanted to say these words without keywords. But when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly shivered, his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember what he just wanted to say.

Kou Dong was still waiting, "What?"

"..."

Song Hong was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"No," he whispered, "...nothing."