This time, there were more than a hundred people entering the strange world from Wen City, and the leader was the burly man in suit who brought the three strange things last time.
"You kid is here too, do you know the use of that book?"
This strong man still remembers Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan smiled awkwardly and did not answer.
The strong man in suit didn't take it seriously either.
The people around him were all young people who had just become quasi-soul masters.
Many people were whispering to each other.
"I'm so nervous, I'm about to enter a weird world."
"Yeah, I don't know what's going on inside."
"Although we have all learned about things that may happen in the strange world, we are still afraid...the mortality rate is 90%.
I don't want to die. "
Whispers reached Zhang Yan's ears.
Everyone is uneasy.
This is easy to understand.
So far, there is still no soul master who can send back images from the strange world.
All learning materials in the classroom can only be organized by the dictation of the soul master.
"Quiet."
The strong man in suit clapped his hands, and the scene suddenly became quiet.
After briefly mentioning some precautions, he allowed everyone to enter the strange world one by one.
Soon, it was Zhang Yan's turn.
Since the strange arrival, black hole-like space cracks have appeared in all large human gathering places.
This is the entrance to a strange world.
Zhang Yan looked at the huge, dark and deep hole.
He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and walked in.
His eyes suddenly went dark, then brightened.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yan felt that he had entered a bitingly cold deep sea, and the endless pressure almost crushed him.
Not long after, the "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" he was holding in his hand emitted a faint red light.
It offset the pressure on Zhang Yan.
Only then did Zhang Yan gasp for air, feeling as if he had narrowly escaped death.
That pressure is a strange force.
When the weirdness first came, most ordinary people would be crushed to death by this powerful weird force when they entered the weird world.
This also became the biggest cause of death for the original soul masters.
Now after some exploration, with the help of soul-carrying objects to counteract the strange power, we can finally effectively reduce the mortality rate.
Zhang Yan felt that the air he breathed into his lungs was extremely cool, with a strong smell of death.
After his eyes adjusted to the environment, he began to look around.
This is a house.
The light is dim, maybe it's morning, maybe it's dusk.
The floor-to-ceiling window on his right reflected the shadows of the trees.
The wind was so strong that the trees in the yard danced wildly.
"Hey, do you understand what I said?"
A female voice came from the front, with fear in her voice.
Zhang Yan's heart tightened and he quickly looked at the speaker.
This is a middle-aged woman, probably in her thirties, well-maintained.
She had long curly hair and a pearl necklace around her neck.
While talking, Zhang Yan smelled the smell coming out of her mouth.
I wouldn't say it smells bad, but it definitely doesn't smell good.
"This is an NPC in a strange world."
Zhang Yan thought to himself.
Bizarre Worlds After embodying all the horror stories on Blue Star, some weird worlds are just like the world of ordinary humans.
There are even normal humans.
But all this is an illusion, and those NPCs are not real living people.
They are just tools to advance the script of this strange world.
"We must find out our identity as soon as possible."
Weird will arrange a suitable identity for everyone after humans enter.
Zhang Yan's brain was running rapidly, comparing the surrounding details and searching for which story these details might belong to.
The horror stories of Blue Star are as numerous as the stars, and it is impossible for anyone to remember them all.
Compared with other quasi-soul masters, Zhang Yan has one biggest advantage, that is, he is a reborn person.
Based on the boasts he had heard from the soul masters, he could probably figure out what kind of terrifying scripts there would be in the weird world of Wen City this time.
"Agent Zhang, I just told you, my husband, my son and daughter.
They are actually doing housework! "
The woman wearing the pearl necklace repeated it in horror.
"I'm an agent?
detective? "
Zhang Yan immediately screened out the detective's weird world scripts in this time period.
There are about thirty more.
As for the type of housework...
Hey, does this woman’s husband and children have any problems with housework?
Zhang Yan continued to collect information calmly: "Is there any problem with this?"
"It's a big problem."
The woman exclaimed, "They never do housework, never!"
Through the woman's narration, Zhang Yan got the general idea.
The mistress of this family is called Sun Hui. She has an ordinary family.
For the time being, it can also be called happiness.
At least a week ago, this family was no different from any ordinary family.
But a week ago, something strange happened.
Sun Hui came home from get off work and found her husband cooking in the kitchen.
The room was breathtakingly clean.
"Honey, I made your favorite dish. Eat more tonight."
When the husband saw Sun Hui coming in, he came forward with dishes in his hand.
He kissed her on the cheek, and then asked her to sit at the dining table as if he was offering a treasure.
She really liked the four dishes and one soup.
"Thanks……"
Sun Hui was flattered.
But I don't know why, but I feel like something is not right.
Usually, at this time, her husband would lie on the sofa and watch short videos.
Why does the sun come out in the west today?
Could it be that you want some other reward for pleasing yourself?
Looking at the living room, she felt even weirder.
The son is sweeping the floor and the daughter is doing homework.
The good ones are like other people's children.
But other times, his son is either watching TV or tearing up the house by jumping up and down with great energy.
It is absolutely impossible for my daughter to finish her homework consciously unless she delays it until twelve o'clock in the morning.
Sun Hui felt more and more strange.
If a husband pleases himself, it means he has thoughts about himself.
Is the girl there trying to gain something by her abnormal behavior?
Her heart shrank.
Is it possible that my daughter failed the unit test again?
"Mom, look at the painting I drew today."
As soon as his son saw Sun Hui, he gave her the graffiti from the kindergarten.
The big 'I love mom' on the top made Sun Hui feel dizzy with happiness.
"Mom, I got a hundred points today."
Her daughter also gave her the test paper.
Sun Hui became even more dizzy.
Did she accidentally save the galaxy today?
Why do so many good things happen one after another?
The husband cooks.
My daughter got good grades in the exam.
My son is sensible and loves himself.
If this kind of happiness were just a little bit more, she would be willing even if she died immediately.
After dinner, my husband took the initiative to wash the dishes.
The son took the initiative to take a bath.
My daughter, who is in primary school, proactively asked to review tomorrow’s lessons.
Sun Hui was wrapped in happiness until she thought of something.
My husband doesn’t know how to cook at all.
It's been more than ten years since he met him, and he doesn't even know where to put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.
Even if the broom fell to the ground, he would not bend down to help it.
How did he prepare the four dishes and one soup tonight?
And it’s the most standard, your favorite flavor?
How can you do it without some daoxing?
There was also her son's painting. Although it didn't look weird, she always felt that it was a deliberately childish brushwork.
The handwriting on my daughter's exam paper is so neat.
It's not like the dog-like character she used to have.
Something's wrong!
No matter how you think about it, nothing is right!
