"you are not well-behaved."

A hand has come over, pinching his face, forcing him to straighten his face and look directly at Ren Yifei's handsome face.

The salesman looked at his face and gushed blood to his throat.

"look at it, why don't you look at it? Doesn't it look good? Or, you don't like it?

"because I can't see, you don't think it's perfect?"

His smile was still so gentle and healing, just like the spring breeze, but the tone behind it became more and more dangerous. It makes people suspect that he will say dangerous words like "go to hell if you don't like it" every minute.

Too familiar with the story. The takeout clerk only thinks he is looking in the mirror. His heart was broken and he was bleeding.

The script is repeated over and over again to wait for him and then kill him with his own hands. But what you have to wait for is such a person?

An angel with black wings and smiles?

In order to fulfill his wish for a "perfect work", he carried torture and torture and never felt pain. But today, all memories are turned into blades, cutting open his eyes over and over again, so that he can see the world clearly like a real 'blind man'.

The feeling of collapse of faith made him feel more painful than any punishment.

With one breath stuck in his chest, the salesman suddenly opened his mouth, spit out the cloth stuffed in his mouth, and coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Song Bo?" Song Bo is full of admiration! "

Ren Yifei reached out to wipe the blood off the other side's chin, sniffed, and pulled his gentle expression into a brilliant smiling face: "it's blood."

A small rental house is a small cage. Ren Yifei is a regulator, a judge and an executioner.

The only bird in prison is the takeout, but it is funny that he always thinks he is the one in charge and can calmly appreciate the beauty of the prey being carefully hunted.

"haven't you always liked me? So happy, I don't know what to do. How do you want to die? Come on, pick one. " Ren Yifei continued.

"the baby will keep you intact. Oh, please don't worry, I've taught myself how to save a body. The baby will save you well, change your clothes and buy you toys. All you have to do is stay with her. "

Ren Yifei's warm and delicate fingers touched the takeout clerk's face with blood. The more real the smile on the face, the cooler the seller's heart.

How to torture a paranoid?

Smash his most perfect work and destroy it completely.

People and animals who like Song Bo to do harm to people and animals? Like what he looks like? Do you love him enough to kill him?

Poor fellow, enjoy this moment. When you are about to reach heaven, you will fall into the abyss in a second, accompanied by despair and pain.

You have brought people a kind of 'happiness', want you to have a good taste!

The salesman looked at his smiling face, counting memories in his mind. It began when he first met this shy blind young man.

Clearly in his own misfortune, but like a sunflower chasing the sun, unwittingly, the salesman was attracted by him.

Because like it so much, want to put it away so that he can stay at this moment forever.

But.

Fake!

It's all fake!

The feeling of being betrayed, deceived and fooled made the takeout almost breathless. He looked at the smiling face of an angel, and everything turned into an illusion.

He can't tell what is real and what is false.

Maybe this is a nightmare.

Wake up! wake up!

The cup on the coffee table shook, the bookshelf shook, Ren Yifei looked up, he felt the Earthquake.

The tremor was getting stronger and stronger, even a little shaky.

In the copy world, there will be a sudden Earthquake?

Sam stood on the stairs. He looked up at the world, feeling at a loss for the first time.

The replica world began to crumble, the apartment building cracked several plates in front of him, and a bone-blowing wind blew through the cracks.

The world starts to collapse from the edge.

The sky above the head broke a hole, smashed down a huge piece of debris, and the underground buildings and cars were smashed.

It's like the end of the world.

In the garden of the apartment building, there used to be several old people with grandchildren standing, but some npc are now fixed and turned into white wax figures. The wax figure is melting and disappearing.

The frightened player ran out.

"what happened?" The student-looking player ran to the garden and the land cracked at his feet. With a frightened jump, he climbed into a car and jumped on the stairs, looking back at the fissures.

The old player also came out of the house with a strange prop in his hand.

The sky collapsed an irregular hole, the black hole with a mass of black fog, flashing red eyes, probing at the mouth of the hole, staring at several of their players, salivating.

Sam felt a chill.

"how does the replica world collapse?" Student-looking players ask more experienced players for help, "what do we do now?"

The old player was speechless for a long time in front of the scene of the collapse of the sky and the earth.

The three players looked at each other, neither knowing what was going on nor how to deal with it.

"I seem to have heard of a ghost," Sam recalled a rumor. "the copy world exists based on the obsession of the ghost, but once the ghost collapses, the copy world ceases to exist."

"can ghosts still collapse on their own?" The student-looking players feel that they are going to collapse. "what are we going to do?"

"she thought it was strange, too." Sam quickly recalled all the details before the crash.

The 'ghost' is innumerable, and even has the mood to kill players to give gifts to obsession. How can a kind of mind-nature collapse casually?

Obsession?

"?!" Sam suddenly thought of something, and he suddenly turned back and looked up the stairs at the room of the blind young man.

The room of the blind youth at the moment.

"although I don't know what's going on," Ren Yifei had enough fun. He rubbed the blood on his fingers on the takeout clerk's clothes and rubbed his face in disgust. "that's the end of it," Ren Yifei said. "I don't know what's going on," Ren Yifei said.

As soon as he rubbed his clean fingers, he broke off the takeout clerk's face and let him see clearly his expression at the moment: "he identified the character as Zheng Hui, the real identity Zheng Hui, and he was a 'ghost'."

Card fretting, identification established.

The salesman stared at him blankly: "your eyes?" Get some light.

"bang!" With a sound, the door was kicked open, rebounded on the wall, and was slapped against the wall.

Sam propped up the door with one hand and stared at the inside, forgetting to breathe.

Ren Yifei stood up straight and smiled at him with an eyebrow: "Sorry, you're late."

"you are." It took Sam a few seconds to respond, "are you a player?"

"player?!" The salesman finally came to his senses.

They almost shouted in unison, while Ren Yifei just stretched out his hand, raised his head and wondered, "Why not Earthquake?"

"you can see. You're not him. "

Reviving the trembling ghosts of his body, he scratched his lips and asked carefully in an unbelievable tone, "so, Song Bo, or Song Bo?"

The white moonlight, or the white moonlight?

Under the skin of Song Bo, Ren Yifei smiled shyly and implicitly, and his voice was gentle: "Xiao Zheng, did you sell it today?"

Xiao Zheng shuddered alive.

"what's going on here?" Student-like players and old players arrived, and they looked at the standing Ren Yifei and the tied-up salesman, confused and confused.

What happened?

Why can't you understand it when you are too busy to read it?

Sam walked up to Ren Yifei a few steps, took off his gloves and held out his hand: "Sam."

Ren Yifei looked at his hand, and it was the first time he saw him take off his gloves.

He smiled and said, "do you have a scar on your hand?"

When they went out to dinner, Sam refused to take off his gloves.

Sam hit himself in the face very calmly: "there is no such thing right now."

Ren Yifei looked at him for a while, chuckled, reached out and shook him, and said, "Ah Fei."

The two players watching finally remembered that the student players were surprised and changed their voice: "you!" Aren't you npc? "

When they were looking for the ninth person, they also guessed that there were npc people, but no one suspected that Song Boyun was responsible for it.

The reason is that he.

Isn't tm blind?!

"so the collapse of the 'ghost' is." The old player looked in a trance, and with his words, several eyes were fixed on the salesman who was in a mess at the moment.

So, is the player playing to the point of collapse?

Elderly players try their best to control the corners of their mouths and don't tilt too high, but …

"Ha"

He lost control.

"this is the first time you have seen a boss, who has been driven crazy by players."

The salesman looked coldly at the student-like players who reshaped the three values, and the old players who laughed so much that they were about to burst into tears. Now is after customs clearance, the "ghost" has been killed to hurt the players, not to mention this is not after 11:00 in the evening.

He looked at Ren Yifei, who was carefully cleaning up the blood on his hands, and his complex emotions fluttered in his heart.

"you are now qualified to challenge others." After playing such a game, it's just for the sake of love, isn't it? Don't players all want to conquer them?

Ren Yifei sat by the bed waiting for the last time. He didn't even bother to give a look to the ghost: "No preparation, no need, no want."

The salesman refused to beat the salesman three times in a row and said, "Why?" Are you not strong enough? "

"No reason," Ren Yifei frowned. "I want you to stay here more than a challenge. I want you to live a life where there will never be a Song Bo, and there will be a limited cycle of reincarnation."

His brow loosened again with a smile on his face. "you have all the memories of the game, don't you?" Then I am really looking forward to your future life. "

It's really exciting to talk about it.

The most exciting thing is that the words are very reasonable.

The salesman can almost think of his future life. He is in a hopeless hell, facing a group of stupid and reckless players every day.

Life is like water in a dead ditch.

Is that the future he wants?

As soon as the salesman rose from his chair, the rope was untied automatically, and his clothes changed into a black uniform.

The salesman stood there, but he no longer looked like a takeout man, his hair combed back neatly, showing a full forehead and hideous scars, and several joint-like dolls stood on his shoulders.

"for the first time, he is Zheng Hui, a puppeteer, who can manipulate anything in the shape of a doll."

The puppet master, who suddenly became evil, bent over Ren Yifei, supported the wooden bed in one hand, and narrowed his eyes: "Don't you want me?"

Ren Yifei looked at him and the puppeteer smiled confidently.

For a second, he smiled and he was kicked out.

"stay away from me. Mother-in-law Chunzhi, sweep the garbage. "

The kind old lady appeared in the room with the green smoke, and a hemp rope fell from the sky, locked the puppeteer's throat and hung him alive.

The puppet master struggled desperately and stretched out a thin thread like spider silk, but in the next second he was cut directly by the big scissors taken out by Chunzhi's mother-in-law.

"you're not as good as you, but you can lock me up?" The puppet master was surprised.

Chunzhi's mother-in-law doesn't talk, and the 100% sensible r card can even fight ssr face-to-face. "no, no." it's just a sr.

"it's very easy to overthrow you, and it's the same to win over you. I just don't want to, do you understand?" Ren Yifei looked at Chunzhi's mother-in-law, and her mother-in-law raised her hand to release the hemp rope and returned to Ren Yifei's side.

Sam was surprised to open his eyes by a millimeter when he saw the ghost for the first time. He invited the player to challenge him actively, and he was kicked by the player.

Not knowing what happened before the accident, boss not only didn't feel embarrassed or angry, but seemed to have a different mind. The gesture was not so much a provocation as a gesture of goodwill and invitation.

The puppet teacher got up from the ground, dusted himself, and walked again.

Once he didn't get very close, but stopped where his feet could be kicked. "is that your honest temperament?" It is completely different from the rich and beautiful. Bo Zhi is slender, white and fragile, like a ceramic. And you, you are my kind. "

He looked around and smiled bitterly: "in fact, you should have known that since my obsession is Song Bo, they will never allow Song Bo to appear."

"he has played 48 games, and Song Po-hsiung, who has played 48 games, is all players. If you play forty-eight times, you will have the same knot. "

As he said, he looked at Ren Yifei and said, "as it falls into the hands of these brainless men, I might as well go with you." It's a control system, and it's more useful than an old woman around you. "

"No." Ren Yifei's response was to reject without hesitation.

Puppeteer:. Can you at least hesitate for a moment?

Sam turned his face and was in a complicated mood for a moment. Is it true that boss is rushing to be a ghost card for players?

As for the other two players, they have been completely surprised.

The student player scratched the dog: "how do you think the boss is a little bit awkward?" Cheap?

Even boss dares to be too cheap.

He wants to hug boss's thigh but not, boss wants to hug the player's thigh but not.

Maybe this is fate.

"it's up to you not to."

The puppet master's temper has also come up, you don't want to give way!

At the end of his voice, the puppet master directly turned into a card and fell into Ren Yifei's hands.

The card is dark on the front and pictured on the back. It shows him in black with a doll in his hand, with the words "sr" on the top.

Ren Yifei swayed with the card and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

All you want is your willingness.