Horror game live BUG is actually my own

——The security team?

Fu Yan had a question in his heart, but he didn't have the chance to ask further, because the masked man had already pulled him and walked straight to the passage behind the management office.Not only was Fu Yan struggling, but he was almost staggered, so he managed to keep up with him.Wherever the man went, the crowd scattered and remained silent. The name of the "security team" can be seen.

It wasn't until Fu Yan's figure completely disappeared in the passage that people breathed a sigh of relief, as if they didn't even dare to breathe just now.

Wang Jinyuan asked Beaver in a low voice: "What is the 'security team'?"

Beaver replied: "Anyone who wears a metal mask like that is a 'security team'. Others won't waste metal to melt a mask, and they dare not make a mask like them."

"The security team is also a player?"

"Do not."

"...What?!" Wang Jinyuan said in surprise, "Didn't you say that everyone here is a player? He is not a player, who is that?"

"To be precise, everyone said 'no', but it's hard to say whether it's true." Beaver replied, "No one knows where the security team lives and what supplies they receive. The living conditions in this city are the best. In other places, no one has seen the security team. However, once a player kills a player in the city, the security team will immediately appear to arrest the murderer..."

Beaver made a final gesture of scratching his neck.

Wang Jinyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "So, at least there is a third party to maintain order."

"Except for killing the murderer on the spot, don't care about anything else, do you think this is called 'maintaining order'?" Beaver replied, "And no matter how powerful a person is, if he meets the security team, he will be killed instantly; no matter the reason for the killing What is it, the security team won't listen to a word, and solve it immediately-do you still think this mechanism is good?"

"This..." Wang Jinyuan murmured, wondering why the others didn't dare to speak loudly just now, "Then why did they take Brother Fu away?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of such a situation." Beaver replied, "The security team usually executes on the spot and disappears on the spot. They won't keep more, let alone take anyone away. By the way, I'm still the first This is the first time I heard someone from the security team speak!"

Su Hui was still a little habitually dependent on Fu Yan, and couldn't help but ask, "Then can Brother Fu come back?"

Beaver sighed, "Think about what I just said, what do you think?"

Su Hui's heart sank, and she understood that it was more ominous than good.

"Hey, this world is precarious. Sooner or later, you will die. Sometimes, living is not as easy as dying." Beaver sighed, "Take murder as an example. With the existence of security forces, it is indeed not so easy in this city. There is a murder case. But if you really want to do it yourself, you can also get props for "teaming". As long as you bring people into the same horror game, the security team doesn't care about it. There are ghosts chasing and killing in the game, then But it’s really ineffective every day.”

"There are still props?" Wang Jinyuan asked, "What are props?"

Beaver originally wanted to use the news of the props to lure Fu Yan away, but now that Fu Yan has fallen into the hands of the security team, it is not known whether he will be able to come back.After much deliberation, he could only take Wang Jinyuan and Su Hui away first and ask about the situation.

"Props are things that can be brought into the game from here. Generally, nothing can be brought in. Only special props can be followed." Beaver said, "Let's go, I'll show you your dormitory , I will tell you in detail on the way.”

"Aren't you waiting for Brother Fu?"

"He was taken away by the security team. How long do you think it will take?"

"..."

"Okay, let's go."

The two young men looked at each other and finally followed out of the management office.

***

On the other side, after Fu Yan was brought into the passage, he "exited" the building again.

To be precise, he found that he seemed to have stepped into a "black space" instantly.This space is not pure black, but is composed of lingering black smoke, which surrounds and surges from all angles.Fu Yan suspected that this was the thing that paralyzed half of his body, but now that the black smoke wasn't close, Fu Yan couldn't confirm it, there was only a cold feeling soaked into the flesh and blood.

He didn't have much time to think about what was going on in this space, because the masked man quickly asked, "Who are you?"

With this cold tone and questioning attitude, Fu Yan immediately thought of another person, but he still asked, "Who are you?"

"You think you're negotiating?" The masked man stood very close, staring down at him, "If you want to survive, don't talk nonsense."

"What, you want to strangle me too?" Fu Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him, "'Teacher Fan'?"

Yes, with this height, this voice, this force value, especially this high-handed attitude of "I'll kill you in three seconds", Fu Yan can almost be sure that this man is the "Teacher Fan" in the game.

No wonder it doesn't fit the role in the game, there is no need for emotional people to do this kind of thing.How can someone who can tear ghosts apart and shut down a game world seriously play cosplay with rookie players?

The masked man didn't feel any panic when his identity was revealed.

He didn't seem to be interested in who Fu Yan was. He just grabbed a piece of paper and pressed it almost to the tip of Fu Yan's nose: "Is this paper yours? Where did you get it?"

Fu Yan leaned back slightly to see what it was without cross-eyed eyes.

——The workbook paper with the pen fairy array drawn on it.

"...Oh, this." Fu Yan didn't know the existence of "props", so he was wary of not going into details, but said, "It's the notebook that I put in my coat when I became a doctor."

The man stared at him: "It was there?"

"Yes." Fu Yan said, "Isn't that something in the game? I haven't taken it now, or you can search it."

"Then what did you write on it?"

"I didn't write anything." Fu Yan said, "I can't even write it. If you don't believe me, you can ask the two children who were with me. The book was originally blank, and I couldn't write a word with a pen. But Ke Xinyana Take a pen, draw on this piece of paper as soon as you take it, it’s useless if you ask me.”

The man suddenly said coldly: "You are lying!"

"..." The sense of oppression brought by the man was very strong, but Fu Yan was not as trembling as the others. He just checked his heart to find out what he said was wrong, and replied, "I'm telling the truth."

"True?" The man held the paper and asked coldly, "You didn't get those strange bug fix instructions? With this piece of paper and a few words, you can fight against Ke Xinya, isn't it you?"

Fu Yan: ...Fuck.

——He actually knew what happened before he appeared!

——And the correction instructions on this paper were blurred by black smoke at that time, how did he know what was written?

In fact, Fu Yan's lies were debunked, mostly because Ke Xinya revealed the ins and outs of the whole incident before, and "revealed the answer" to the man in advance, otherwise Fu Yan's answer itself would not be flawed.Moreover, Ke Xinya's ghost just discovered that Fu Yan could fight against herself by holding this piece of paper, and she didn't know the reason.There were correction instructions on the paper, and the man himself knew about it.

No way, who would let a certain book reproduce the content that appeared on the paper one by one?

When the piece of paper fell into the man's hand, the handwriting of the instructions had indeed been blurred, but the words on the other side of the book did not disappear, so Fu Yan was caught as a "handle".

Fu Yan was still pondering how to answer, the man finally couldn't help but make a move.He seemed to be pinching Fu Yan's neck, or pinching the other's chin, forcing Fu Yan to look up and look at him: "Be honest! What did you do?"

Fu Yan almost couldn't catch his breath, cursed inwardly, and asked with difficulty: "After I explain, you will kill me?"

"I said before, you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me." The man said, "I can make you die, or I can make your life worse than death. This is the ghost domain, there are many ways to torture a person, just take away your memory There are many ways. Do you think you are great?"

"Then why don't you just take away my memory?" Fu Yan didn't know what he was doing, but he dared to talk back to this "big killer", "Take away the memory and kill me, wouldn't it be a waste of time? What time?"

"..." The hand pinching Fu Yan's chin tightened instantly.

Fu Yan: Yes, I'm courting death.

Reflexively, he closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for death to come.But after holding it in for an unknown amount of time, the man finally let go of his hand. Fu Yan took a deep breath and couldn't help coughing several times.

Before he finished coughing completely, the man stuffed him—to be precise, slapped him on the chest, almost making him gasp again—a dagger, and said coldly: "Frankly, this is yours."

Fu Yan looked at the simple-looking dagger with a sheath, and asked blankly, "What's the use of this?"

The man replied: "Bring it in the game."

Fu Yan pulled some away, and two wisps of black smoke immediately floated out and wrapped around his fingers, making him shiver.He put the dagger back in its sheath, feeling quite speechless: "You give me this, the black smoke on it can freeze me to death first."

The man said impatiently: "You are weak, what does it matter to me?"

Fu Yan: Tsk.

Something that can't be used and is not easy to hide is the "gift" of the boss. Fu Yan called him "stupid X" in his heart.

But at this moment, Fu Yan finally gave up his inexplicable urge to talk back, and was ready to answer the question honestly.On the one hand, if he didn't answer, it would be a real and dead end; on the other hand, Fu Yan felt that ordinary players like Beaver certainly didn't know the answers to some of his questions, and the man in front of him might be able to answer them.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but it's a little complicated, so let me go over it first." Fu Yan said, "By the way, you know my name, so what's your name?"

"There are relationships?"

"It's just a title, can't you say it?"

"... Brahman."

Fu Yan said unexpectedly: "The real surname is Fan, what is Fan?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Then I still call you 'Teacher Fan'?"

"Don't call me 'teacher'."

"Okay, Sir Fan."

The man frowned: "...what?"

"I heard people say that you are from the 'Security Team'. That's right, you're called 'Fan sir', which means something like 'Van police officer'." Fu Yan said, "No? Then change?"

"Don't waste time." The man was also noncommittal, but forcibly changed the subject, "Let's get down to business."

Fu Yan: "Yes, Vatican sir."

Vatican sir: "..."

No matter what, the man would never have thought that this was Fu Yan's deadly joke played face to face.

Vatican sir - annoying to death.