Xu Jing's voice resounded throughout the mall.

The oppressive atmosphere suddenly permeated.

clamoring to go out, the passers-by who wanted to complain temporarily stabilized, and many people spontaneously helped the police to find Yang Yuhan together.

On the other side, Fu Yancheng took Yang Hao to the game area alone, swept his eyes over the game consoles that had "no technical content", and said lightly: "Before Yang Yuhan disappeared, which one did you play?" Which young ...... Game? ”

Yang Hao pointed his finger, lowered his head and said, "...... I'm playing a fighting game, dead or alive. ”

"This one?"

Fu Yancheng strode over, and Yang Hao followed behind.

"Hmmm......"

"Why do you like this game?" After throwing the entire game currency into it, Fu Yancheng glanced at Yang Hao.

Hearing the familiar sound effects of the game, Yang Hao's empty eyes lit up, and he finally had the courage to look up and look at him.

"Because everyone is playing, fighting in close quarters, calculating the time, knowing each other, it's fun...... The most important thing is that I am so good that everyone else adores me. ”

Like all secondary two teenagers in the rebellious period, Yang Hao's cultural achievements are not good, and he can only find a sense of existence from the game sister, and the upward arc of the corners of his mouth, pride and pride are not concealed.

Fu Yancheng didn't say anything, just asked him to stand over, and Yang Hao held the gun with a familiar car.

Fu Yancheng: "Close your eyes and relax your whole body." ”

Yang Hao did correctly, closed his eyes and took a breath.

About two seconds later, when Yang Hao was not so nervous, Fu Yancheng slowly said: "Now back to an hour ago, after your mother left, you pulled Yang Yuhan over to play a fighting game, remember?" ”

After deliberately converging his aura, Fu Yancheng's voice was like spring breeze and rain, and the scenery was beautiful, and Yang Hao was involuntarily pulled without a trace of resistance.

Yang Hao nodded: "Yes." ”

"Good."

Fu Yancheng comforted step by step, and then asked, "When you walked to the game console, is Yang Yuhan still by your side?" ”

"Yes."

Yang Hao nodded again firmly: "I also told her to follow me closely and not run around." ”

"Is there anyone around?"

"Yes, a lot of people ......"

"What do you hear, do you smell anything?"

“…… It's noisy, it's especially noisy here. ”

"Is it the noise of the people, or the sound effects of the game?"

"Yes, a lot of people play games and curse the streets...... Kill you...... Go to hell...... Broken Game ...... ......"

Fu Yancheng frowned: "Is Yang Yuhan still there?" ”

"Yes, but she won't play this ......" Yang Hao's tightly closed eyes suddenly rolled, "She was so noisy, she kept urging me to go, and I was almost beaten to death......"

Fu Yancheng leaned over and approached, with a hint of oppression: "What makes you uncomfortable?" ”

“…… She cried, but I was dying, and I didn't have time to care about her......"

"Why is she crying?"

“…… I don't remember, I, I can't hear ......"

Yang Hao shook his head, the amplitude of his eyes rolling visibly increased, and Fu Yancheng interrupted in a deep voice: "Okay, Yang Hao, go back to the game." ”

The young man, who was still in turmoil a moment ago, gradually calmed down his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth hooked a touch of arc: "I'm about to win." ”

"How does it feel?"

"It's good, it's fun, and it's a little weird......"

Yang Hao seemed to hesitate, but Fu Yancheng didn't give him a chance to pause: "What's strange?" ”

“…… I sensed that someone was watching me play. ”

"How do you feel? Is it because of the sound, or is it the taste? ”

"The smell is the scent of a girl's hair."

"Yang Yuhan's?"

"It's not." Yang Hao's face sloped slightly to the side.

Fu Yancheng went down and asked, "Have you spoken?" ”

"Yes......" Yang Hao's voice paused, and he said with a little difficulty: "I want to invite her to play with me...... But she's gone......"

"What is Yang Yuhan doing at this time?"

She ...... Still crying, clamoring to leave, to eat...... Ice cream ......"

Yang Hao's tightly closed eyes kept turning, and his breathing became more and more rapid, and in the end, his two eyes opened suddenly, the bottom of his eyes was empty, and his hands were still holding the game gun tightly and trembling violently.

Cognitive interrogation was suspended.

Fu Yancheng was not annoyed, but only asked lightly: "On such a cold day, Yang Yuhan wants to eat ice cream?" ”

Yang Hao nodded stunned: "...... Well, she likes Yun Zhen's ice cream the most. ”

Fu Yancheng took the game gun from his hand, and then put it back in front of him casually: "Is there anything else?" ”

“…… Without. Yang Hao lowered his head and changed back to his original shrinking appearance.

Fu Yancheng glanced at his twisted hands, and a trace of sharp color flashed inaudibly at the bottom of his eyes.

"You're doing a great job......"