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The air floating above the round table tightened briefly.

Miao Ying's eyes flickered: "Sorry."

Fu Qitang raised his finger and pointed to the drink at the bottom of the cup in Ba Yuan's hand: "Do you want to drink anything else?" He paused, then raised his chin to Gong Zijun, "He treats you."

"Really, let's have another glass of lemon sparkling Americano." Ba Yuan immediately asked the waiter to come over and take an order, and then said, "Actually, it's okay. It's been a long time. I've grown up."

"Then you're too big!" A childish but definitely loud mutter came from under the table.

Ba Yuan froze for a moment, and instinctively wanted to bend down to see who was talking, but he just made a move. A little boy with watermelon hair and overalls, who looked about three or four years old, had already jumped from the table. The following rolled out, then hopped and ran to sit down next to a man not far away, and took a sip from the cup placed in front of the man with his head.

The man seemed to be the little boy's father, and he was concentrating on playing the game at this time. Some fragmentary game sound effects popped out from his mobile phone, were blown by the indoor air conditioner, and swayed to the player's ear.

"Here," Ba Yuan looked confused, "Where did this brat come from?"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the other three very naturally.

With all the bosses gathered together, there was really no need for him to use his brain.

Miao Ying's face was a little ugly, she pursed her lips and said, "Until he ran out, I'm sure there was nothing under the table."

Fu Qitang nodded, because he also didn't feel anything.

And that's the scariest thing.

After staring intently at the little boy for a few seconds, Fu Qitang frowned slightly.

With all the memories restored, he naturally possessed richer skills and experience, so it was obvious at a glance that the little boy was normal from top to bottom.

However, just when he was about to turn his eyes away, he saw the little boy's whole body suddenly flicker like a bad power connection.

The flickering started and ended very quickly, everything happened in the blink of an eye, and it was over in about half a second.

The little boy put down his cup, and lingered around the man playing games boredly, as if he was making some request, but the man turned a deaf ear to him and never took his eyes off the phone screen.

The little boy was a little disappointed, and sighed old-fashionedly. When he shook his head, his eyes met Fu Qitang's. He tilted his head and bared his teeth at Fu Qitang.

Ba Yuan let out an obvious gasp, and said in disbelief, "Brother Fu, is he provoking you?"

Without answering Ba Yuan's question, Fu Qitang turned to look at Gong Zijun, "See?"

"Well," Gong Zijun nodded, and also looked away from the little boy, with a flash of interest in his eyes, "Just now he was about to turn into a ghost for a moment, but he didn't."

"Wait, what do you mean 'will soon become a ghost, but not'?" Ba Yuan was completely stunned, and felt from the bottom of his heart that what the boss said was clearly in Chinese but not only in Chinese, because he couldn't hear it at all. Got it, "Then what happens to him, no no no, I mean what happens to us then?"

"Nothing will happen. Since he didn't become a ghost, then he is an ordinary person," Fu Qitang said. "As for us, of course nothing will happen, because there are no ghosts."

Ba Yuan: "..."

"Since he's not a ghost, are we?" Miao Ying asked in a low voice.

In the last round, the team she led took it for granted that she was a demon slayer from the very beginning, and mistaken the positioning of the enemy and the enemy, which eventually led to the deaths of He Zhizhou and Mingxiu.Although Miao Ying didn't say anything, she felt very guilty in her heart.

At this time, when Fu Qitang said that the little boy was not a ghost, Miao Ying instinctively tensed up, doubting her own identity this time around.

"No, at least I can't see it." Fu Qitang shook his head and said.

Gong Zijun also shook his head, "The possibility is very low. I'll confirm after Song Yu comes out."

Song Yu's prop is a doll named Song Mingkong, who is very sensitive to ghost aura.If the player's identity is a ghost, it can make a judgment with almost no reaction.Because of this, in the last round, the train would rather let Song Yu go to Paradise of Bliss to get soy sauce than put him in Carnival Eden.

Ba Yuan finally understood these words, he clapped his hands a little exaggeratedly, and suddenly said, "Yes, are we ghosts? Just let Song Yu's doll take a look. It's not difficult, and it's a little mentally handicapped." , unless Song Yu can't come out... Uh, he must be able to come out, right?!"

At the end, Ba Yuan hurriedly stopped his words, and looked at the timer that had been silently counting down the seconds with some embarrassment. The numbers on it jumped silently, and there were two hours, 26 minutes and 29 minutes left—oh, it's [-] now seconds.

"Song Yu should be fine. He has always been very calm, bold, careful and ruthless. It is not difficult for him to see through the illusion. The same is true for Wenwen. She looks frizzy but is actually very careful. Since the ghost killer in the illusion Without her, she won't be in danger." After thinking for a while, Miao Yingying spoke slowly.

She glanced at Ba Yuan, "You just said that the illusion is constructed according to the psychological needs of the players. The stronger the demand, the more realistic the illusion will be, and the players will not be easy to wake up. I agree with that." The worry on her brows It didn't decrease but increased, "So what I'm really worried about is Shi Yue and Li Lan."

Unlike Gong Zijun, Miao Ying, as a veteran player ranked second in seniority, has maintained a pretty good relationship with most of them, and because the overall number of female players is small, their relationship with each other will indeed be stronger. Be intimate.

"Both of them have serious knots in their hearts, Shi Yue is because of..." The words were swallowed back, Miao Ying did not directly reveal Shi Yue's privacy, but chose a more vague statement, "I accidentally got on the wrong bus because of relationship problems. Li Lan was because of her daughter. Her daughter was sick. She originally asked for leave to go back to accompany her daughter, but got on this bus by mistake."

After speaking, Miao Ying sighed heavily, and found that she couldn't do anything, so she had to stare at the number on the timer again.

She really wanted time to go slower.

"And Lin Fang." Fu Qitang said helplessly, "I don't know his situation in the real world, but losing two good friends in succession is a big blow to him. Cheng Yongnian died before his spirit The situation is not so good, this time... I am not worried that he will not be able to see through the illusion, what I am worried about is that he will not want to come back after seeing through."

The atmosphere froze again.

Gong Zijun didn't say anything, just grabbed Fu Qitang's hand and shook it, as if it meant nothing but simply wanted to do it, but also as if he was comforting him, giving him silent comfort.

Fu Qitang also held him back.

Since Fu Qitang came back, Gong Zijun seems to have been healed. Although on the surface he still looks like the most indifferent Lao Tzu in the world, but in fact the whole person has become softer than before, so he can understand it a little bit. A little bit of other people's emotions.

Although only a little.

"That's the same for Xiao Chen." After a long silence, Ba Yuan said again, "He hasn't spoken for several days since he came back last time. I went to his compartment to look for him a few times and he didn't open the door for me...he's still a high school student. Life, alas, is too difficult."

……

Zhao Yi came to this cafe again.

He chose a seat at random, and Zhao Yi sat down absent-mindedly, while several people at the next table chatted freely beside him.

Stocks, house, car, wife’s cosmetics, father-in-law’s health, how much money the child spent in kindergarten to find a relationship, and the recent fund is really unrecognizable... All kinds of unnutritious social topics spit out from one mouth to another , followed by being bitten by another mouth, reworked and returned to the air again.

Everything seems to be the same as it was a month ago.

That day, also here, Zhao Yi's ex-girlfriend broke up with him.

The points are all divided, and the things have been moved long ago. I don't know why the ex-girlfriend suddenly asked him to meet again today.

Could it be that she regretted that she took the money but didn't have an abortion, and secretly saved the child?So she asked herself out today to get back together, or threatened her with the child, and then asked herself for money?

As soon as Zhao thought of this possibility, he immediately fell into deep regret. He knew that he should not let her go to the hospital alone to save trouble, and he should go with her and watch her kill the child!

After waiting for almost 10 minutes, the ex-girlfriend still didn’t come. The waiter passed by him three times and asked politely each time, “Sir, do you want to order now?” After a while, after the waiter left, he took a closer look and found that a cup of broken latte actually cost 35 yuan.

It's fucking outrageous!

Zhao Yi was even more depressed, but he couldn't bear to call the waiter back for a cheaper one, so he could only be furious in his heart.

Another 5 minutes and 10 minutes passed, and the ex-girlfriend still didn't come. Seeing that the time was getting late, Zhao Yi became more and more impatient, and decided to finish his coffee and leave without waiting a second longer.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone to play games in boredom.

After trying to eat chicken twice in a row, Zhao Yi was a little angry, and started the third game while swearing in his heart.

Anyway, we broke up, and no one cares if he plays games or not. He can play games for as long as he likes. Even if the phone runs out of battery, there is still a power bank.

While playing, Zhao Yi gradually felt a little cold.Fortunately, the latte was hot, so he quickly picked it up and took a sip, but after a while, Zhao Yi felt even colder.

It's only May, and the air conditioner here must be turned too low, Zhao Yi thought dissatisfiedly, and was about to call the waiter over to say a few words, when he suddenly felt a cold sensation on his leg.

It's like being touched by a child's hand.

Zhao Yi shivered all over, and suddenly woke up, only to find that it was already dark outside, and the customers in the store had already left, leaving only one waiter busy behind the counter.

Why is it so late?Obviously, he only played three games.And the ex-girlfriend even dove on him again!Zhao Yi was very angry, grabbed the cup and drank the coffee in it, ready to go home.

He didn't get up, however.

Rather, he failed to stand up.

Under the table, a pair of children's hands hugged his legs tightly, and a chill that made the soul shudder came from the touching part, and instantly froze Zhao Yi thoroughly.

"Chuck~"

Laughter floated up, innocent and sinister.

Zhao Yi felt those immature arms hugging his legs even tighter, so tight that they were almost embedded in them.

At the same time, Zhao Yi's breathing became difficult...

……

"Stop! Stop it, is this also called a ghost story? Is the author a three-year-old child or do you think we are a three-year-old child?!"

On Xia Ye's campus, a dozen or so middle school students sat in a circle and were having a ghost story contest.

A boy couldn't bear it anymore, and finally interrupted his companion's narration.

The boy who was interrupted scratched his head: "Don't you think it's scary?"

"It's not scary."

"so boring."

"It's boring, and it's very old-fashioned. Zhao Yi's ex-girlfriend died, didn't she die because of a miscarriage? So she turned into a ghost, and then brought their children to seek revenge on him?"

"The combination of scumbags, ghosts, and ghosts is too outdated. Even domestic horror movies are not made like this now. There are still authors of horror novels writing such memes."

"Is he rushing? It must be very rushing."

"If you don't rush to the street, you will be sorry for our wasted time."

The boy who told the story closed the book in his hand and threw it aside, then sighed, and said helplessly: "Okay, since you all don't think it's scary, then I won't say it, and I'll change it to another one... But this author used to The writing is really good, I don’t know why it’s written like this now, maybe Jiang Lang’s talent is exhausted, hey.”

A horror story was denied.

Before the ghost officially appeared.