Feng Ningwan pushed open the glass door and walked in, the Internet café was very dark, except for the screen flashing, there was only the indicator light of the safety exit. There is no one www.biquge.info in the Internet café, no one in the Internet café, but all the computers in the Internet café are on, and the screen shows a game running.

Feng Ningwan sat casually in front of a computer, holding the mouse, and controlling the game characters.

"Get out of here, I'm clearing the wasteland" There was a sudden roar, and the chair that Feng Ningwan was sitting on was removed.

"Such a big temper" Feng Ningwan crossed his arms and watched the mouse move in front of him, and said leisurely.

The young boy in front of him, with fine black hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, a little beard, a soft velvet kind of beard, his body is thin, his waist is thinner than Feng Ningwan, and the clothes he wears are empty, he is walking in front of the computer, controlling the characters in the game.

He is Feng Ningwan's target this time, this boy has just graduated from high school, addicted to games, unable to extricate himself, irregular meals, lack of sleep, and finally died suddenly in this Internet café, since his death, the computer in this Internet café is not for people to use.

"Hey.... What's so funny, the characters are ugly, you and I will be the same, like an idiot" Feng Ningwan deceived behind the boy, watching his over-controlled characters fighting monsters, you and me, really boring.

"You don't understand...."The boy replied without raising his head, and floated to another computer, another game character was doing something in a city, the boy was obviously a little nervous, and only when he looked at the golden light flashed on the screen, his body relaxed.

"Hey.... You don't say how do I understand" Feng Ningwan stepped forward and also held the mouse a little, the picture did not have a golden light, and Feng Ningwan was opened again.

"You are not allowed to move," the boy glared angrily, and he was furious.

"I've moved, a false world, a puppet, so it's worth indulging in nostalgia, not caring about your body, not caring about your parents, and even not caring about yourself being dead, it's scary to stay here" Feng Ningwan asked.

"You care about me," the boy roared, the lights in the room flickered, and the magnetic field was destroyed.

Feng Ningwan's magic wand was against the boy's neck, "I can't control you if you live, if you die, stay in the sun, I can take care of you, now that you are dead, the world no longer belongs to you, you have to go to your underworld"

"I don't want to" The boy grabbed the wand, and was burned by the scorching breath of the wand, smoking, but he didn't let go.

"Don't be obsessed, you have to leave today, if you don't go, I will send you away" Feng Ningwan took out the magic wand, pointed the sword between the boy's eyebrows, and read silently.

"I don't want it, I just don't want it" The boy slapped Feng Ningwan's hand, but passed through.

"Why is this happening?" the boy froze, looking at his hand, running through Feng Ningwan's arm over and over again.

"You're dead," Feng Ningwan closed her eyes and read faster.

The boy looked at Feng Ningwan in a daze, and at this moment he understood what it meant to be dead.

At the corner of the Internet café, the whirlpool suddenly rose and walked out of the ghost.

"I don't want to go, I'm going to see my parents, I'm going to say goodbye to them, and my friends," the boy looked at the ghost in horror, and said to Feng Ningwan in a choked voice, but the ghost had already put the chain on his hand, and he looked sluggish, and left with the ghost.

"It's too late" Feng Ningwan silently withdrew her hand, gave a wad of money to the ghost, and said weakly.

It was dark in the Internet café, all the screens were dimmed, only the light sign for the safety exit, still glowing green, and Feng Ningwan carried the box and turned to leave.

There are many people in this world who are like this, addicted to the unreal, looking for all the vanity and sense of existence that the reality can't get, they are more willing to talk to the people in the virtual, talk about their hearts, and prefer to live in the virtual, those puppets have no feelings, but they are endowed with feelings by the real people, forming a virtual world that is more real than reality, and they can't get nostalgia.

They forget the real people, the things in the real world, and the feelings in the real world, until they lose all the reality, and they completely degenerate into the virtual.

And what returns them virtually is a wanton story, where there are no constraints, no life, no death.

Feng Ningwan's other business is just the opposite of virtual, in fiction, the characters are fake, but the feelings are real. And here the people are real, but the emotions are fake.

Qinglou originally referred to a luxurious and exquisite building decorated with blue lacquer, but later it was connected to the woman of the party, and the meaning was not praise, but depreciation.

There is no true love in the party, but who can say that there is really none?

In ancient times, most of the women in the party were helpless to bend down, burdened by the bumpy fate, and today's party is no longer what it used to be.

There is a very brilliant building in X City, built in the suburbs, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, the building is only five floors, and it is decorated with gold and splendor, and it is magnificent and dazzling.

Cloud Mirror is the largest gold cave here, and all the entertainment you can't think of is here. And the most attractive thing here is the beauty, even the aunt who cleans the toilet, she is still a beauty.

Feng Ningwan walked into the lobby, the ground was golden, bright enough to see his face clearly, and there was a crystal lamp hanging on the roof, and the crystal was brighter than the lamp.

Feng Ningwan took the elevator up to the sixth floor and stood on the roof.

Feng Ningwan had to admit that the cloud mirror was indeed a golden cave, and no building would be paved with bright and flooded floor tiles on their top floor, and no one would use a wrought-iron carved fence on the railing of the top floor, so the cloud mirror was indeed very rich.

Walking to the wrought iron railing on the rooftop, Feng Ningwan saw a beautiful woman, with a slender figure and long hair with a shawl and straight hair, flying in the wind. On the face of the pointed melon seeds, the eyebrows are affectionate, and there is a tear mole under the corner of the eye, which adds a bit of enchantment for no reason, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and eyelashes like light wings.

"I like the wind very much, the gentle wind blows through the skin, the feeling of the fingertips, gently and softly, very comfortable, but also free and wanton" The woman tilted her head, stretched her arms, and closed her eyes in enjoyment.

"....." Feng Ningwan lay on the railing and did not reply, because she didn't have anything to think about the wind.

The woman didn't seem to mind whether Feng Ningwan answered or not, and said to herself, "I hate the rain, the feeling of wetness, the sound of dripping, it's noisy."

"Indeed, the ground after the rain always brings me a lot of unpleasant experiences, such as the mud on the skirt of the skirt by the rain, how difficult it is to wash, it is really indescribable" Feng Ningwan recalled the mud every time she washed the white skirt, and she couldn't help but shake her body when she lost her clothes.

The woman seemed to have the same experience, and smiled understandingly, "Few people can understand what I say, they always think that I am too literary, as if I am a person living in a book, and my words are all the taste of books, no matter how I express it, I can't communicate with them."

"It's really painful" Feng Ningwan understands that feeling, isn't she also a person with communication difficulties.

"Actually, I'm lonely, I want someone to be friends with me, talk to me, play with me, have fun together, so I try to change myself, but I don't know myself anymore, and I'm still alone, women reject me, men just want me, I don't even have basic communication, I want to talk, but no one wants to talk to me" The woman was very distressed, very entangled, very confused, because she kept thinking about why, so she always couldn't find the answer.

"I don't have any friends, our Feng family is a ghost hunter, no one is not afraid of ghosts and gods, and even with us, I understand your feelings, but I'm a little lucky, I have a bunch of ghost friends, they will talk to me and listen to me, otherwise I will die alone" Feng Ningwan understands this experience, because she has experienced it, even now, she still has only one friend, Lu Cheng.

"I hate those men who are close to me, but those who are willing to get close to me are the only men, I want to learn to act, but I can't do it, I can't act well, so I died, do you know how I died?" The woman turned her head sideways and asked Feng Ningwan.

"If you want to say it, you can say it freely" Feng Ningwan looked back at the woman seriously, smiling slightly, with warmth.

"I want to tell you, because you want to listen, but can you promise me? After listening, tell me what is wrong? The woman avoided Feng Ningwan's gaze and looked at the bustle under the night sky.

"I'll try my best" Feng Ningwan turned over and jumped up, sitting on the platform outside the wrought iron railing, her legs dangling in the air.