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It has been almost half a month since [Nine Days of Ghost Stories] came out.
When I think of everything that happened that day, I still remember it vividly.
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"We go home!"
"Okay." At that moment I saw Ren Jian's face.
It feels a lot like I imagined it would, not in terms of appearance, but in terms of how it feels.
That familiar, pious feeling.
When he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes brushed his lower eyelids. His eyes were bright, but not blindingly bright, just like the chaos.
When you look at it, you feel like you are staring into an abyss. There is an unfathomable depth below that cannot be looked directly into.
Although it is not as dazzling as the sun, the abyss behind my eyes is more glaring than the sun, causing me to immediately avert my gaze.
The entire face is of unimaginable uncanny craftsmanship.
But until now, when I close my eyes, I can’t get rid of his eyes.
He held my hand and walked forward, and the surrounding environment changed as he walked.
The buildings of the Song Mansion and everything belonging there are no longer visible. Instead, there is an indescribable strange light and a bizarre world.
I asked him: "How did you find me when I left the house that day?"
"Your heart and soul... is in the white jade bracelet, I can see it." I suddenly realized, so the vibration of the white jade bracelet took me back to my lost memory, because my heart and soul have experienced everything with me.
The white jade bracelet is a container for storing souls, so it will distort time and space when conditions are triggered.
In fact, it just brings my soul back to that time.
"And...here, everything is under my control."
When I heard it, a thin layer of sweat broke out on my back.
When he saw that I was silent, he continued as if to explain: "After you entered there, I saw what you suffered, so I intervened."
At the same time, we have also reached the end of this strange world, and behind it is the blinding whiteness that is difficult to look directly at.
He held my face and I saw him smile, I was stunned.
It seems that there is nothing more beautiful in the world than this smile: "Bai, we will meet again."
I felt the familiar coldness and softness, and the familiar breath lingering on my lips.
It was all like a dream. When I woke up lying in my bed, there was no cave ceiling, no beams, curtains and familiar smells, just like any ordinary morning.
I picked up the mobile phone next to the holographic gaming helmet. Today is August 30th.
It has been half a month since I woke up on August 15th.
When I woke up that day, I saw the date was August 15th, which was actually a bit unimaginable. After all, I was still awake on August 14th.
I looked at the face of the game boss Song Ming printed on the holographic helmet.
Half a month of daily life has brought me back to my original life trajectory.
Maybe all this is a dream constructed by me because I have been under too much pressure recently.
After all, I haven’t had much inspiration lately, and I’m pressed hard for manuscripts.
I laughed at myself and exhaled. Reality is already very tiring. Why does it have to be so hard to dream?
I habitually turned on the TV as a background and went to the renovated open kitchen to make breakfast for myself.
But I heard on TV that my previous employer, Fengxue Games, had stopped all its servers overnight, and that a fire broke out in the headquarters for unknown reasons, and everything was burned to the ground.
I quickly put down what I was doing and sat down in front of the TV.
The host inside said: "The reason is still under investigation, and the whereabouts of the legal person of the company are temporarily unknown."
"Fengxue Games, as the first domestic company to sell holographic games, is a milestone in the development of my country's technological entertainment level..."
"But this morning we received numerous complaints from players saying they could not log in when opening the game..."
Nine Days of Ghost Story is the first holographic series game under Fengxue Games, which was first released more than three months ago.
But now I looked at the time and saw that it was already too late, so I had to bring the freshly heated bread and eggs, drink the milk in one go, and go out.
Two days ago, my good friend Xipo, who I grew up with, came to have dinner with me. It seemed like something had happened.
There was another traffic light and I was waiting for the light to turn green at the intersection.
The flashing red light jumped up and down, and the bright red countdown seemed to be stained with blood and gradually turned scarlet.
Just when the countdown was about to reach one, I actually saw a rampaging truck crashing into the opposite sidewalk.
There were endless screams and screams everywhere, and the blood of mutilated limbs all over the ground, it was like purgatory on earth.
A man next to me raised his mobile phone to call the police, and many people next to me raised their mobile phones to take photos and videos.
But to get to my destination, I still have to cross the street.
Before the police came to block the scene, I quickly walked towards the opposite side.
Just when I was about to reach the curb, I saw that the person under the truck who had a broken arm and was dying was Wan Tian!
And when he saw me, he seemed to be talking to me with his last breath.
I didn't understand the shape of his mouth and didn't know what he was saying, but I actually saw a cruel smile appear on his dying face.
"Beep!"
I turned around, and there was a car driving towards me at full speed, but I was like a fragile paper man with no time to do anything.
At that moment I could feel the insignificance of human beings.
But it seemed that it was not my imagination. The light that had just turned scarlet instantly filled the entire world in my eyes.
The red light overhead is still counting down to one.
At that moment, a familiar scent seemed to linger around me and on the tip of my nose.
The next second, I was on the sidewalk, and the car behind me that didn't slow down at all slammed into the truck that had just caused the accident.
Everything happened in an instant. If it weren't for that breath and those words, I would have thought I was hallucinating.
"Be careful, don't be distracted when crossing the road." Just when I was about to be hit by a car, a pleasant voice came to my ears.
Then I found myself teleported to the sidewalk.
I looked at Wan Tian, because the car that hit at full speed from behind knocked the truck out again, so the rear tire happened to be pressing on Wan Tian's body.
Half of his body, his face invisible, was leaning under the wheel, and he had already lost his breath.
I feel like I want to vomit the breakfast I just ate at this moment.
I turned away from looking at the complicated world behind me. Perhaps soon, this accident would overshadow the news about snow games and become the headlines.
Fighting back the turmoil in my stomach, I entered the restaurant.
