Horror game, I became the group's favorite after my mind was read

Thinking about how he and Gu Shan had been fighting over pork infested with worms in the hot pot restaurant, he was really good at pretending.

"Xiao Wei" means that he has not experienced the dungeon and has no ranking.

The corners of Rong Lele's mouth twitched a little. Could this person's vest be even more perfunctory? He was relying on the fact that those people from the Special Intelligence Bureau couldn't find out, right?

Or...he has an insider in the Secret Service who is of a fairly high rank, so he has nothing to fear.

When Rong Lele thought about this, she felt that it was a bit difficult.

Huo Fan’s previous guesses were all correct. In the backyard of the hot pot restaurant, the note of rules must have been thrown into the water by Wei Xinyi.

Now Wei Xinyi discovers that Huaqiang is missing and the curse they cast has also disappeared, so he sneaks into the Special Intelligence Bureau to find the culprit.

From Wei Xinyi's perspective, that person was definitely not Huo Fan, because if it was Huo Fan, Wei Xinyi would have been dug out long ago;

He should be someone who does not have a close relationship with the Special Intelligence Bureau, but has certain strength.

Ah, this! At that time, besides Huo Fan, there were only Fang Xiyu, You Ze and her. Did Wei Xinyi lock on her so quickly?

Rong Lele quickly told Manager Hei Bai about this. She was mainly worried that her identity as an employee would be exposed.

Ding--

Rong Lele thought the manager had replied to her so quickly, but when she looked, it turned out to be a message from the player's bracelet, sent by Wei Xinyi.

[Hello, Lele. Shanshan will be discharged from the hospital in three hours. Shall we go pick her up together? ]

[Don't tell Shanshan about our players' affairs. I'm afraid that she will be implicated and enter the game. It's enough for me to suffer alone. I hope she can live in a world without horror.]

Wow, Rong Lele, the old man on the subway. If she hadn’t seen that strange red line, she would have believed that Wei Xinyi was a considerate and warm man!

There must be something wrong when asking her to go pick up Gu Shan together.

Sure enough, Manager Hei Bai’s reply message soon arrived:

“This is the seed of scarlet mistletoe. It will hide under the host’s skin and take root in three hours. Once it takes root, the host it parasitizes will lose its brain.

Good news, it seems that the people of the Omniscient Church did not suspect you and use such a low-level thing to deal with you."

Rong Lele: ...I really would thank you.

And manager, are you sure this is low-level? Even the most deadly parasites will not kill the host within three hours.

"This is not a threat to you. Just wrap the bandage on your left hand around the infected area and it will be digested in ten minutes." The manager sent another message.

“However, scarlet mistletoe sometimes has some mutant characteristics. If you look closely and see black particles on it, those are its eyes.

This means that the other party is not only harming you, but also monitoring you. I think this is very likely.

Wei Xinyi probably wants to test your ability. If you use the company's method to solve this little thing, you will be exposed to him;

If you can't solve the problem and are controlled by the parasite, he can also draw the suspicion of the CIA to you.

The latter should be his main purpose. He was afraid of being discovered when something unusual happened in the hot pot restaurant instance, so he just wanted to find someone to take the blame. "

...Hmm? Convenient?

The other people waiting for the bus at the bus stop involuntarily moved to the side, away from the girl who was wearing a suit but had a scratched left sleeve.

The girl clearly had a delicate and sweet face, but her face was expressionless and her eyes were dull, and for some reason it seemed as if black air was coming out of her.

Some people whispered that he looked like a miserable worker, as even the sleeve of his suit was broken. He must have had an accident while riding his electric scooter to get off work.

For a moment, the people around looked at Rong Lele with a little more sympathy.

There was even an old lady who said to her granddaughter who had just come home from school with a schoolbag on her back: "Our little treasure must study hard and find a good job in the future, the kind where the company provides food and accommodation."

Rong Lele didn’t know that she had become the pitiful child in the eyes of the uncles and aunts at the bus station, she just felt a little itchy.

Wei Xinyi, let’s use her to block the bullet, right?

Rong Lele gritted her teeth, but still replied: [OK]

The other party replied with an address in seconds, [See you here tonight~ Where do you live? I'm in Nanrong District, I can pick you up if it's on my way. ]

Ha ha.

The Rong family is also in Nanrong District. The other party might have already investigated it and deliberately said it was on the way to ease her vigilance.

If she's brain dead, frame her; if not, ambush her.

Rong Lele felt that Wei Xinyi must have some confidence, otherwise he would not have been able to infiltrate the Special Intelligence Bureau and escape the detection project.

But it doesn’t matter, she has the support of the game company.

Just as she was feeling grateful that she was now an organized person, she received another message from her manager:

"Remember that he can monitor you, so don't let him get suspicious of the 'low-key bandage' on your hand.

Why don’t you go home and take a shower? You have to take off your clothes when you take a shower, so it’s normal to remove the bandages…”

Rong Lele turned off the call with a beep.

The people around her hid further away, and the little girl's face became even more hideous.

The car arrived, and Rong Lele said a few perfunctory words to Wei Xinyi. No matter what she said, the other party would definitely come to her in three hours.

While she was thinking about how to respond, she got on the bus. Even though she looked like someone owed her eight million, no one competed with her for the seat.

She sat in the last row and began to enter the backstage of the game as the car was bumpy.

In the sight of the scarlet parasitic black eyeball on her right hand, she just closed her eyes and rested after being tired.

Game background.

Rong Lele breathed a sigh of relief and finally relaxed.

The manager said that as long as you enter the backend, all external surveillance methods will be blocked.

Only here does Rong Lele feel safe.

She has been on edge ever since she came out of the game, acting as a troublemaker in front of those cunning high-ups in the Secret Service. That's bad enough, she was even used as a shield by the believers of the cult.

Damn it.

If the game company, the special intelligence agency and the cult are three forces, then she is now caught between these three forces.

But she couldn't reveal her identity as a company employee.

Rong Lele sighed. She was just applying for an NPC position in an ordinary gaming company, not running for a seat in the Imperial Senate.

Why is she, who least wants to compete, now working overtime every moment and living in fear?

She turned her eyes to her own game space. In the pure white space, Liu Feifei was lying on the sofa that she had created with her own magical powers.

Liu Feifei looked at the extra middle-aged man lazily and with disdain.

This is Huaqiang. He hasn't returned to the hot pot restaurant to work.

Huaqiang was as big as a wall. He looked tall in the copy, but now looking at him so closely in her small space, he was almost two meters and five.

He has a standard Chinese face and a simple and honest look.

But he is stubborn, as stubborn as a donkey.

For example, now he insists:

"I signed a contract with you, not with the Thriller Company. Why do you want me to go back to the copy?

I won’t go back to that hot pot restaurant. I don’t want to see those people! I’m going to stay outside and look for my son!”

Rong Lele held her forehead with her hand, she almost forgot that her extra work included comforting the middle-aged uncle who had lost his child and was on strike.

What's going on?

"I will help you find your son. Please wait for my news."

"Then tell me when you find it!"

"By the way, do you really not want to go to the dungeon and experience the joy of skinning and ripping the evil boss into pieces?"

"......" Huaqiang's face twitched, he was indeed very happy.

He was tempted, but the feeling of killing those people in the hot pot restaurant was still vivid in his mind.

The sound of the white kitchen knife cutting flesh, the scarlet blood flowing all over the floor...

There is a difference between having killed someone and not having killed someone.

Huaqiang was a little scared. He was afraid that if he really returned to the copy, he would become obsessed with it and turn into a murderer. Even if he found his son in the future, he would not be able to face him.