I didn't procrastinate, so I went to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants alone, went directly to Building No. 6, and went up to the top floor.

Nothing has changed in the office, it's still the same. The yin qi in the office is also as always, cold and cold, stimulating people's spirits.

I called Ye Qing, but I didn't get an answer, and after entering the door, I sat on the sofa.

It was as if I had gone back a year ago, when I sat here for the first time, in a desperate state of mind, and talked about the supernatural events that had befallen me.

I really can't explain my doubts this time. That sense of uncertainty drove me crazy.

By the time I finished speaking, the office was still quiet.

"Ye Qing?" I shouted again and turned my head to look.

No one showed up.

I sighed, lowered my head, and rubbed the corners of my forehead.

My head hurts, but it's not that sharp pain, it's just a little swollen.

"It's weird...... Something must be wrong. But...... Game...... Bai An...... Or something else...... There must be something...... In that game, the main character is called Leaf...... It may just be a coincidence, but ......" I closed my eyes and locked between my eyebrows.

Squeak ......

There was a sound on the couch opposite.

I snapped open my eyes and looked up.

There are more dents on the sofa where people are sitting.

"Ye Qing?"

"I'll start at the beginning." Ye Qing said coldly.

I exhaled and had to repeat it.

“…… Thunder King becomes an NPC in the game and kills another him. The space of the game should be very confusing. I don't know how I can have two ...... at the same time I looked at the file again later and it was very ...... Very strange. How can I say it......"

My narrative is somewhat incoherent.

Even for the second time, there are still many places where there is stuttering and turning around.

I always felt that something was wrong with the whole thing, and when I look back at it, it seems that every detail is questionable, and I can't help but try to think about it.

This feeling was so uncomfortable for me, as if I suddenly had Alzheimer's disease, and my brain became extremely sluggish in thinking.

I looked at the couch opposite, "In the dream, you were there too, right?" ”

Ye Qing didn't answer.

I can only shut up and wait for Ye Qing to finish thinking.

He must be thinking......

“…… That's a gaming space. Ye Qing said suddenly.

I was refreshed.

"If it analyzes Thunder Jun's personality, thinking patterns, and behavioral habits in advance, it is possible to create a similar Thunder Jun and participate in the plot." Ye Qing said.

I was stunned.

"In the real world, I'm afraid there is no such technology, but in a world controlled by supernatural things, it is entirely possible to do this." Ye Qing continued, "The question is, what is the purpose of what it is doing. It's not a simple game, it's not revenge on Thunder King, and the whole thing becomes troublesome. ”

I felt a shiver.

"It'...... Debugging? I asked, surprised.

Thunder King has died many times. This can be seen as stepping on thunder in the game, and from another point of view, it can also be seen as a conflict between different thunder kings created by the game. It can be seen as an experiment over and over again.

The existence of the game itself limits the options for Thunder King. Thunder King plays as an NPC and a game character as a player, and there is only so much he may react to.

This should be part of a simulated environment.

"Is it the spirit of some game? If it's really the spirit of the game, it does this...... "I thought of a lot of things at once.

The idea of "replacing humans" occupies most of my thinking.

My mind is undoubtedly running towards the plot of a lot of science fiction movies. But this is not a science fiction movie, but reality.

Something supernatural is actually doing.

"For the time being, there's not much you can do." Ye Qing said suddenly.

I looked at Ye Qing blankly, "What?" ”

"The game has been banned, and someone in the supernatural circle has intervened, hasn't it?" Ye Qing asked calmly.

"Then ...... Whatever? ”

"Haven't they already found the IP?" Ye Qing asked rhetorically again.

I'm a little agitated.

Ye Qing was right.

Someone in the supernatural circle has already made a move, and Wu Ling and they have also found the IP of the game publisher and the location of Xiaomi's death, and this matter has already been dealt with.

But I still feel agitated.

The feeling of uneasiness weighed on me for no apparent reason, and I couldn't breathe.

Because that thing might create fake souls to replace ordinary people? Maybe someone close to me has been replaced? Or was the space itself unsettling to me, reminding me of how I had to kill the game spirit in a single shot?

No, neither......

"Not the problem...... "I'm distressed.

Ye Qing didn't leave, and sat quietly opposite me.

I felt like I was having trouble breathing, my brain was about to explode, and my blood was boiling in my veins.

My soul seemed to tremble.

"Not those...... It's okay with those......" I bowed my head deeply and muttered to myself.

It's something else.

My gut feeling was something else that was keeping me at a loss.

"Well, think about it." Ye Qing's voice was very steady, and he said unhurriedly, "Think about it, what makes you feel uncomfortable." ”

What makes me uncomfortable......

What is it......

Be......

We looked up.

I'm no longer in the office.

I saw a cabinet of plastic figurines.

Figures, merchandise, pendants, comics......

The glass door of the cabinet reflected the image of the object I possessed.

A young woman.

With a smile on her face, she hummed the OP of a certain anime and wiped the glass door with a rag.

I'm in a trance.

Why did it suddenly ......

"Wang Yan! Help me with that bottle of soy sauce! There was a shout from outside.

Wang Yan answered and ran to the kitchen.

The middle-aged woman said while stir-frying, "It's in the cabinet over there." ”

Wang Yan opened the cabinet, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to hook the innermost soy sauce bottle. After a long time, the soy sauce bottle was finally moved out and was successfully obtained by her.

"What are you burning?" Wang Yan asked.

Her mother replied, "Sauce beef." Tomorrow your aunt and they will come over and prepare more cold dishes. ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to buy cooked vegetables?" Wang Yan said casually.

"How do you cook it? If you invite someone to come as a guest, you must burn a little by yourself. I don't know how delicious the sauce beef I made. Didn't you like to eat it the most? The middle-aged woman snorted, "Clean up your house." Don't let them come tomorrow and see how sloppy your room is. ”

"Got it, got it. I'm packing it up. Wang Yan turned around and left.

Behind her was her mother's nagging: "It's such a big person, it's like a child." It's really ......."

I followed Wang Yan back to her room in a daze, and watched her happily tidy up the house, and halfway through the cleanup, she took out the figures, replaced the small parts, and rearranged them.

She had a smile on her face.

But I couldn't laugh at all.

Why did you suddenly dream of Wang Yan? Will you fall into a dream at such a time?

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