Horror game live BUG is actually my own

Fan Xiangyi's words sounded like inquiries, but his tone was not so polite.

Obviously, he and Suyak didn't get along.However, Fan Xiangyi was invulnerable to almost all the bosses in the horror game world that Fu Yan had seen, so Fu Yan was not surprised that he was facing Suyak with his current face.

Suyak probably didn't want to see him either, he sneered, and his voice became cold: "Aren't you resting? After all, my distinguished guest came all the way, and the journey was tiring. If you don't rest well, I will be very sincere and fearful."

"Where is resting is not resting?" Fan Xiangyi didn't seem to notice the meaning of "chasing people" in his words at all, or he was deliberately confronting him, and he just pulled out the chair and sat down.

Originally, Fu Yan and Suyake were sitting face to face, but Fan Xiangyi's sitting like this seemed to separate them.Suyak squinted his eyes, and rubbed the handle of the teacup with his hand on the table, but he didn't make any more movements after all, just said coldly: "The housekeeper didn't prepare refreshments for the third person."

He almost said "there's no seat for you", and he only regretted that he didn't remove the extra chairs before.

"What, you're going bankrupt? Can't even afford a cup of tea?" Fan Xiangyi won't be hurt by such innocuous words. There are so many, why don't you eat?"

Fu Yan couldn't answer.I can't say that it was all made by Suyak, because it was too sweet, so I only ate one, right?

Fan Xiang saw that his eyeballs were rolling, but he didn't answer. Guessing that he was not good at answering, he didn't press the question anymore. He just reached out and took a macaron and stuffed it into his mouth.He is tall and tall, and he only eats a bite or two of snacks. After eating, he commented: "It's too sweet, no wonder you don't like it."

Fu Yan was a little surprised that he knew his own taste, but after thinking about it, he felt it made sense.

When Fu Yan was eating, although Fan Xiangyi seldom ate together, he often watched from the side.If he had the heart to read more and memorize more, he probably knew Fu Yan's taste.

They looked so familiar, Suyak didn't even ask "So you know each other", but just asked Fanxiang coldly: "Are you polite?"

"He didn't eat it, and he didn't object. Why can't he eat it?" Fan Xiang said, "But I don't want to eat the second one either. It's too sweet, and I don't like it either."

His attitude was really arrogant, even Fu Yan felt that he was under attack, let alone Su Yake?Suyak's green eyes narrowed, and Fu Yan felt that the ceramic tableware on the whole table jumped.

But when he took a closer look, everything returned to normal, as if the "dang" just now was an illusion.Turning his gaze again, Fu Yan found that Fan Xiangyi's hand was also resting on the table at some point.His posture seemed casual and his expression was normal, but Fu Yan somehow felt that he should have done something just now.

Fu Yan: ...Don't try to do it, there is a mortal player here, do the two big brothers remember?

Once again, Fu Yan regretted agreeing to Suyak's afternoon tea invitation just now.

In the end, he didn't get any news, he just asked Suyak about it, and now he was forced to watch the boss fight.

Just as Fu Yan was thinking about what excuse to use to get away first, Suyak suddenly stopped confronting Fan Xiangyi, and just looked at Fu Yan: "Sorry, I didn't know your taste in advance."

"...It's okay, I've never eaten such a dessert before, so I've learned a lot." Fu Yan saw the two bosses looking over at the same time, and felt his heart tremble for a moment, as if the two were going to fight. It is determined by a certain sentence or a certain word of oneself.After thinking about it for a while, Fu Yan decided to pretend to be stupid, and said something suitable for the "heir candidate": "Thank you for your generosity."

He stood up while talking, trying to escape: "You and your friend have something to talk about, I won't bother you..."

Suyak stood up immediately, leaned over the table, and grabbed Fu Yan's wrist: "I didn't treat you well, did you feel unhappy? I just don't understand, you can just say what you like."

Fu Yan's goosebumps were about to rise.If you change your face control, facing such an imposing and affectionate handsome rich man, you may be happy or fall.However, Fu Yan, who is in this position now, just wants to retreat at the speed of light.

What's even weirder is that he can actually guess the reason for Suyak's frustration now.After all, Fu Yan was already a ghost when he met Fan Xiang in his previous life, and he never ate anything after that.If Suyak only knew his previous life after Fan Xiangyi, even if he had tracked his previous life as STK for a long time, he would not be able to know what flavor Fu Yan's previous life liked.

Taking a step back, even if he had taste in his previous life, it might not be the same as Fu Yan now.

Fu Yan even suspected that if Suyak found that he was different from his previous life in all aspects, and was a brand new person he didn't know...wouldn't it drive this guy crazy?

In view of these conjectures, Fu Yan was even more anxious to escape.He took out the level of speech skills to deal with the leader at work, and replied him in circles without irritating Suyak: "Of course I am very happy to receive your hospitality. It's just that I seem to be a little bit uncomfortable with these roses. Get used to it, I feel a little dizzy after staying for a long time, or it may be that I have exhausted my mind on the way here... Please allow me to step back first and go back to rest for a while."

Among the three "persons" present, the one who speaks the most in line with the character design is the salted fish player Fu Yan. This scene is enough.Suyak didn't know whether he was dazzled by his long series of rhetoric, or he really cared about him, or even some other reason.In short, Suyak was silent for two seconds, and finally let go of Fu Yan and said, "Then go and rest first, and see you at dinner."

"Okay." Fu Yan heaved a sigh of relief when he let him go, and smiled at him, "Then, see you at dinner, Duke Federer."

He turned around and was about to leave when suddenly he heard Suyak say, "Wait."

"Yes?"

"What do you want to eat at night, tell the housekeeper." Suyak looked at him deeply with his blue eyes, and said, "Don't force yourself."

"Thank you for your generosity." Fu Yan replied politely, and finally slipped away.

Suyak kept staring at his back, and Fan Xiangyi kept staring at Suyak.It seemed that once Suyak made any moves, Fan Xiangyi would immediately hold him down.But until Fu Yan entered the castle, Suyak didn't move. Instead, he sneered and looked at Fan Xiangyi: "At the beginning, he tried his best to escape from your side, but now you still want to pretend to know him and get close to him? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Although Fan Xiangyi was sitting, he did not lose his momentum, picked up a piece of snacks and tossed them to play: "Really? You used to chase after him to greet him, send east and west, how much does he want to see you? As for now... at least I know him a little better than you do now."

"Pretend as you want." Suyak glanced at the table, and all the refreshments on it disappeared, including the piece that Fan Xiang was playing with, "Anyway, he didn't give any soul to you for safekeeping, but gave it to you. Me. This means that I am more reliable than you in his heart. "

This matter was a thorn in Fan Xiangyi's heart, and upon hearing the words, he couldn't help but scorn him coldly: "You are not the only one who takes care of him, why should you think highly of yourself?"

"Without you, I'm worthy of my happiness." Suyak raked his blond hair, his pale face matched with the faint smile on his face, which looked very beautiful and extremely weird.He looked down at Fan Xiangyi condescendingly, and said with a sneer: "When he takes back all his souls, he will take back all his memories, and then he will remember the reason for running away from you. Everything you are doing now is in vain!"

"..." Fan Xiang stood up silently.

Suyak sneered: "Why, want to do it?"

"idiot."

Fan Xiangyi dropped the word and disappeared suddenly.

***

Fu Yan said he wanted to go back to his room to rest, but because no one cared about him, he walked around quietly.

He went to the small living room, the art hall, and some halls for which he didn't know what to do. There were gorgeous and exquisite decorations everywhere, and even the paintings were very tasteful.Fu Yan didn't know much about antiques, nor did he understand the art of this era, so he only summed up two points.First, most of these paintings are landscapes and still lifes, with few figures, and even fewer portraits of unique characters; second, I didn’t see any strange signs, religious symbols, etc., nothing like “the devil” relevant leads.

——It seems that the only doubt at present is the white shadow on the tower.

But Fu Yan turned around, not to mention the stairs to the tower, he didn't even see the stairs to the third floor.The doors of many rooms were closed, and Fu Yan did not dare to open the doors openly to barge in. Perhaps there were stairwells behind these closed doors.

At one point he went too far, and ran into a maid pushing a dining cart.The maid was a little old, but still strong, and looked at him warily: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Uh, I'm one of the successor candidates invited by Duke Federer..." Fu Yan said, "I entered the castle from the back garden and wanted to go upstairs to my room, so I found a nearby staircase and went up. I I thought I could go back, but I didn't expect to get lost as I walked..."

His expression did not seem to be fake, the maid believed it, and pointed him in the direction: "The second floors on both sides are not connected. You have to go back this way, go down the same way, and then go up the stairs you know .”

"Okay, thank you." Fu Yan nodded, then turned around and left.But after he turned a corner in the corridor, he didn't leave immediately, but quietly poked his head to see the maid's movements.

The maid pushed the cart to a door at the end of the corridor, took out the key and opened the door, and locked it with a click after entering.

Fu Yan turned his head and left.

***

Five minutes before seven o'clock, the seven heirs, plus Kane's wife, were brought to a restaurant by the housekeeper.

This restaurant is not the same as the one where I had afternoon tea before.Fu Yan listened to other people's comments, and found that they pointed out a few people who were not very peaceful during the afternoon tea.

One is Wang Zaiqing, who came once during afternoon tea.He babbled around about other people, like a censor, and his tone was not very polite, causing Kane's wife to call him a "hillbilly".After asking around, he went out directly.

Another woman also likes to chat with others during afternoon tea.However, her questioning was of a chatting nature, and she was very skillful, and she still had a lively chat with the youngest girl.

In addition, there is a young man in his 20s who has never been to a restaurant for afternoon tea. It is not known whether he went elsewhere or stayed in the room.

And these three people, plus Fu Yan, all had Asian faces.In such a horror story setting with an ancient and early Western background, four candidates for the heir to the duke with Asian faces emerged. Fu Yan felt that the scope of players could basically be determined.

This is for fear that the players will not be able to tell who the opponent is.

When everyone arrived at the restaurant, the butler allocated seats for them one by one.Fu Yan's position is closest to one end.When he sat down, he saw that the tableware had been set on the seat at the other end of the table, which looked different from the others, and he felt bad again.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Suyak and Fan Xiangyi entered the restaurant almost side by side.

Seeing Fu Yan, Suyak smiled slightly.When Fan Xiang saw Fu Yan's position, he frowned.

Fu Yan: All right, I'll know who's sitting next to me just by looking at their expressions.