"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee..."

The childlike laughter continued, the players were silent, and no one spoke in the entire studio for a while, making the laughter especially harsh.

"Hehe...you...you...all..."

The voice on the phone became more and more gloomy, and the innocence of the child became less and less, replaced by maliciousness that seemed to grow in the dark crevice.

Xiao Lan's eyes fell on the phone, what was this thing on the phone, and he was always smiling and creating pressure on the players.

Shouldn't you teach your kids what politeness is?

Before Xiao Lan moved, Luo took a step forward.

I saw him walking to the front desk unhurriedly, looked at the phone that kept laughing, and then reached out and took down the withered flowers in the decorative vase next to him and threw them away.

Luo shook the vase in his hand, and there was a "rushing" sound from the vase, apparently there was still some water left in it.

The next moment, he directly drenched all the remaining water in the bottle on the phone.

Xiao Lan felt very familiar with the neat and tidy operation style. Who was it?

Mu Yang and Hu Zhai, who had watched Xiao Lan dismantle the printer with his bare hands, quietly glanced at Xiao Lan's direction, and they were indeed similar. Both of them were so rude and cruel, but... they were enviable.

"Hahahaha……"

"Hee... zi zi... hee... zi..."

"Zi...Zi..."

The laughter on the phone continued, but there was more and more noise inside, and slowly the laughter became inaudible, and eventually the whole phone went silent.

After a while, there was no sign of the phone ringing again, it should be a complete stop.

Hu Zhai touched his fat face: "It seems that ghost calls also require the phone to be kept intact. This trick of Fei Luo is called drawing wages from the bottom of the pot, right?"

Luo's tone was light: "It's too noisy."

Hu Zhai held good hopes and tentatively asked: "We... have we passed this test?"

Mu Yang said coldly, "You stay awake."

Thinking about the urination that came to the world, how could it be so easy to let the players go.

Hu Zhai sighed: "Also..."

As if to answer Mu Yang's words, there was an unusual movement in the offices that were opened one by one.

At this moment, the players were all gathered in the hall. The office was originally empty, but it could be clearly seen from the open doors that just now, all the computers were lit up at the same time.

On the lit screen, there was a mess of color blocks at first, and it looked as if the screen was broken.

Slowly, the color blocks on the screen began to move, slowly combining into the outlines of people, as if a group of people were standing in the same posture. And with the transformation of the color blocks, the individual silhouettes are getting clearer little by little.

The silhouettes are getting clearer and clearer, and you can vaguely see the outlines of their pale skin and facial features. The most striking thing is that their eyes are round and open without blinking once. All eyes are like this. Directly in the direction of the player.

This is obviously not a gesture of friendly exchanges.

At this moment, Cheng Wenyi's voice sounded, with the usual arrogance: "Xiao Yang, stop them."

The players who heard this were stunned. Mu Yang was just a teenager. Is it too difficult for him to stop so many ghosts by himself? live?

Isn't your reincarnation a little too harsh in terms of squeezing child labor?

Before they could ask questions, Mu Yang raised his hand.

A burst of gleaming lines emanated from his fingertips, intertwined in the void ahead, forming a virtual keyboard, on which Mu Yang's hands tapped extremely fast.

Lines of translucent code formed in mid-air along with his movements, and then flew to the screens that were eerily lit up in various offices, and soon disappeared into them.

Then, these computers that were invaded by unknown codes began to freeze, and the speed of the color block combination became disordered and chaotic. It has changed from the original irregular appearance.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but admire: "Amazing."

Cheng Wen looked calm: "This is Xiao Yang's ability. His code can control electronic products in the game, and even create things that do not exist. It is a very potential skill."

"Indeed, it's very powerful in the modern background dungeon." Xiao Lan thought of a different aspect, "But if you throw him in a desert, swamp, rainforest, etc., doesn't that mean half of it is useless?"

Cheng Wenyi touched Xue Li's head: "Well... as expected, there is still too little experience, so I will arrange for him to play a few more games later."

Shirley echoed its owner: "Mi woo~"

Mu Yang: "..."

He's just a keyboard king, don't set up such a plot of survival in the wilderness for him!

At this moment, the young Mu Yang suddenly sympathized with himself.

The figures on the computer screen gradually disappeared, and the screen returned to the state when the players left the office. Seeing this, the players breathed a sigh of relief.

The accident happened in an instant.

Cheng Wen, who had been chatting casually with Xiao Lan, turned pale for a moment, and his lazy eyes suddenly sharpened, like a sword unsheathed.

His figure suddenly disappeared in place.

After a burst of blue light, Cheng Wen appeared not far away, and the whole person jumped in the air, not yet landing.

The sudden movement made the hem of his clothes flutter, being blown by the surrounding wind, drawing a flamboyant arc in the wind. After a while, he fell to the ground with a dashing posture, still holding Shirley in one hand, and he seemed quite at ease.

Cheng Wenyi looked around him with sharp eyes like a knife, and after confirming that there was no threat, he chose a handsome posture to stand there, and his expression returned to a lazy and arrogant state.

Life and death are a matter of a moment, but being handsome is a matter of a lifetime.

Keeping yourself always handsome is a lifelong career for Cheng Wenyi.

Seeing this situation, everyone understood that the hidden attack had begun.

Seeing Cheng Wenyi's performance, Xiao Lan's guess that the other party was a high-level player was finally confirmed.

Xiao Lan remembered the feeling of her hair standing upright when facing the hidden attack. In the end, she was able to resolve it by relying on props. It was never as easy as a written text. He even still held the cat, apparently such dodging was not too difficult for him.

This kind of keen perception of danger, and the action of dismissing the crisis with the opponent's understatement, directly reflects how strong this person is - a high-level player, and maybe even an elite among them.

After realizing that Yin's attack had begun, the players turned their attention to the other two players whose seat number was "2" - Hu Zhai and Huabei.

But they saw that almost at the same moment, the bodies of the two fell with a bang.

Their faces were pale, their chests no longer heaving, like two dead men.

Mo Dan couldn't help but take a deep breath: "This is—dead?"

Xiao Lan didn't feel right. According to the previous situation, the person killed by Yin Yin should have completely disappeared and their existence will be forgotten by the players, but now he clearly remembers that the two people were named Huabei and Hu Zhai respectively. .

Their existence has not disappeared, and Xiao Lan's memory has not been tampered with.

The wind all around stopped unconsciously, as if announcing the end of this round of attacks.

After a while, in the eyes of the players, the corpse-like Huabei suddenly opened his eyes.

At first, his movements were still a little stiff, his skin color was also gray and white, and his eyes were a little blank. Slowly, his face visibly returned to rosy, and then Hua Bei's chest heaving began to return to normal, and his movements gradually became smoother.

Hua Bei sat up on the spot: "Huh... It's almost, it's almost..."

Along with his movements, a straw figurine originally hanging around his neck fell down, as if it had experienced an invisible attack, and the straw figurine fell directly to the ground and turned into a pool of powder.

Hua Bei looked at the little grass man's powder with a pity in his eyes: "This, this is really difficult to do."

However, he also understood that although the props were rare, it was worth his life in exchange.

On the other hand, the fallen Hu residence has also changed, and this change is much scarier than Hua Bei's.

I saw Hu Zhai's chubby belly began to wriggle, and there was a trend of getting bigger and bigger, just like it was actually a balloon, and sometimes could see the outline of the hand pressing on it through the clothes.

Then Hu Zhai's limbs and head began to wither, shrinking slowly like a punctured balloon.

In the end, all that was left of his body was an abnormally large belly.

In the next second, the weird belly was torn from the inside like a piece of paper.

Hu Zhai, who had changed into a beautiful girl's T-shirt, came out from the inside. He didn't look much different from before, but he seemed to be more white and tender.

But not skinny at all.

Hu Zhai put away his own skin and sighed: "This hidden is so real, it forced me out of my ability to press the bottom of the box."

He met Hua Bei's slightly painful eyes, and both of them understood how difficult it was to escape from death.

They had an ominous premonition when they heard Xiao Lan describe their encounters before, because neither of them is the type with a keen combat instinct. It may be difficult to predict the hidden attack in advance. means of life-saving.

Hu Zhai and Hua Bei looked at Cheng Wenyi, who was still handsome and still in a short distance, and suddenly felt so dazzling.

The gap between people is really big, and they also want to get away in style and have time to concave.

——

Seeing that the hidden attack time has passed, the players gather again to discuss the clues they have obtained.

Xiao Lan told them that he went upstairs to find the boss and obtained the statue. Although he did not describe the specific scene, he still received a lot of eyes that "suddenly sympathized with the boss."

Mu Yang and Hua Bei, who had split up to find the clues of Fushan Lingquan before, were both unsuccessful.

"We didn't even see words similar to Fushan Lingquan," Mu Yang said.

Huabei scratched her head: "Yes, yes, what exactly do Fushanling and Lingquan mean?"

Xiao Lan guessed: "It shouldn't be the faucet of the toilet, right?"

Mu Yang: "..."

Huabei: "..."

However... according to the style of the plan with the clear brain circuit, it is really not impossible. This person's thinking is too bizarre, and it is really difficult to guess with normal logic.

The ominous 4:44 is getting closer and closer, and the key to sealing the hidden moon: the moon flower, the spell, the statue of the hidden moon, and the spiritual spring of Fushan, the spell and the statue of the hidden moon have been done. It happened to be night now, the moonlight outside the window was very bright, and the moonlight was not a problem.

But there is still a lack of Fushan Lingquan, and even clues are not found.

This time the players split up again and went to every previously searched room to recheck for any key points that were overlooked.

——

Xiao Lan and Luo walked towards the office area.

Xiao Lan pondered: "Since Yin was born because of a planned design, what should he think from his perspective?"

Luo: "According to his character, perhaps it is time to consider what he often pays attention to or shows off."

"Often concerned..." Xiao Lan's mind was instantly swept away by the fanciful speeches of "Merry Scholar-Zhao". To say that this person often pays attention, in addition to showing off that he has been reused by the boss, it is probably Miss Art.

"Let's go to the art office again." Xiao Lan said and turned to the most normal-looking office.

At this point, the ghosts of art and planning have disappeared.

The two rediscovered what was left by art.

Before he died, an artist should have been a very organized person, and different things were placed according to categories.

They rummaged through the clues related to the project, and only found the planning files used by the artists when making game props. The Fushan Lingquan described above has become very magical. It can not only purify everything, heal wounds, relieve pain, and even rejuvenate, but there is no mention of the source of inspiration for this thing.

The setting draft in the art computer is also based on this description. It is a silver bottle with a complex classical shape and structure. It looks very advanced, but it is estimated that it cannot be produced in reality.

The two who did not give up began to look for other things again.

Among the piles of things classified as garbage, Xiao Lan's eyes were drawn to a pink envelope.

The envelope looks a little too ugly. The bright pink background is matched with red roses and hearts with golden light effects. It has an aesthetic style that straight men think girls will like. An office with a refined and fresh feel is out of place.

This self-righteous packaging style made him think of the planner.

Xiao Lan reached out and picked up the envelope, which seemed to be a love letter.

As soon as he opened it, he directly confronted the ugly and unique handwriting of the plan. This guy thought he used a brush elegantly, but the brush set off his handwriting and challenged human understanding even more.

[I like the dress you are wearing today, and I hope you can continue it tomorrow. 】

[Unfortunately, your high heels are too high, I don't like them, so let's change them. 】

[Women, you have to be petite to be likable, so what's the use of being tall. 】

There are traces of being severely scratched on the letter paper, one can imagine how angry the artist would be after seeing this self-righteous love letter. A guy who thinks you're interested in him all day long and thinks everything you do is for him is really annoying.

Xiao Lan guessed that the mood of art was probably—what your mother wears is none of your business!

Sympathizing with art, he then looked down:

[I am very satisfied with your perfume today, it stimulates my inspiration, I hope to continue [love] next time]

[That fragrance seems to purify all the sorrows and pains in the world]

Below is a line of graceful handwriting:

[That bottle of perfume was given by my boyfriend, thank him and go! ! ! 】

Obviously, the art lady at the time was very angry.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan's spirit lifted.

Although the word Fushan Lingquan is not mentioned, the description of "that fragrance seems to purify all the sorrows and pains in the world" is very similar to the description of Fushan Lingquan in the previous planning file, and it stimulates the inspiration. It is almost certain that this is the source of inspiration for Fushan Lingquan.

Xiao Lan looked towards the window: "Perfume from my art boyfriend..."

Isn't it the bottle they've seen before, custom made with a perfume that might be a birthday or an anniversary engraved on it? !

His eyes swept across the entire window area, but unexpectedly found that the perfume originally placed in the small cabinet by the window had disappeared.

Xiao Lan's gaze turned to Luo, Luo shook his head, indicating that it was not him.

Was it taken by someone as a clue?

"Haha...I finally found it." A lazy and arrogant voice sounded, Cheng Wenyi leaned against the door, and looked at Xiao Lan with full of interest in his eyes.

Xue Li squatted obediently at his feet, her big blue eyes staring at Xiao Lan.

As soon as Cheng Wen raised his hand, he gestured to the perfume in his hand: "Fight with me, this is yours, how about it?"

Xiao Lan stared at him: "What is your purpose?"

This guy is a person of Samsara, and he is a high-level player, and he is likely to have a high status in Samsara.

Why do people like this frequently come to test themselves? For Xiao Chengyan? But if he did a little research, it would be easy to know that Xiao Lan only knew a little about his father.

Cheng Wenyi threw and caught the perfume in his hand at will, with a posture of not caring about the damage of key props: "My purpose, you have the right to know after you pass my test."

"Now, you win, the perfume belongs to you. If you lose or refuse, I will destroy it directly." Cheng Wenyi's smile did not change in the slightest: "You may have props to leave the game field, but...others Are there people too?"

Xiao Lan's expression froze.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Wenyi added a new bargaining chip: "How about adding another piece of news? - I'm the only person in this world who knows Xiao Chengyan's whereabouts."

"As long as you can win, I'll tell you."

"If you lose, I'll kill you."

The author has something to say:

Cheng Wen Yi: Today I finally have Pai Noodles!

Mu Yang: Maybe only temporarily.

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