"This so-called 'Internet Elf' is just a hype, and the police have confirmed that this incident was done by a few young people......" Gao Hao looked at the report on the computer about the "Internet Elf", it seems that there should be some real state personnel in the Yang Ghost Division, otherwise this matter would not be just such a simple report. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now even Gao Hao himself thinks that this may be just an Internet hype, after all, he has not personally seen the "Internet Elf", maybe the truth is really the conclusion on the video now......

"Don't you really feel the slightest bit about this? After all, this is what you yourself have confirmed with your own eyes from the Oniji. Ying Xuefei just looked at the high number of the video coldly, but it was obvious that the current high number was under a calm personality, and he only frowned when he heard Ying Xuefei's words.

"His words are still in the memories of that ghost division, and even if you say that now, he won't hear it." However, Ying Xuefei didn't care about Gao's cold reaction, and she didn't feel surprised by Gao's inexplicable words.

"Paper can't contain the fire, and one day he will know the truth, so it's better to push the boat along the river than to hide it desperately." Ying Xuefei stared at Gaohao's indifferent eyes, as if she could see what she saw in those eyes, "You have woken up since that assessment, after all, that is your specialty, so the originally difficult assessment has become so unclear." ”

"That was just a precursor to awakening, and it was you who deliberately helped him participate in that investigation, but for now, it's all your credit for showing up so early, isn't it?" Gao Trumpet didn't dodge Ying Xuefei's gaze, of course, the meaning of his words was obvious.

"And what about this time? Why not continue to play the role of the high horn? Ying Xuefei's words seemed to contradict her previous performance, but "Gaohao" just turned around and looked at the ordinary little house.

"You can't worry about him, after all, this time I was asked to temporarily let him understand his naivety, and after tonight, I am still a high trumpet."

"But he doesn't deserve this, he's only in this situation because of you, he's just a victim." Ying Xuefei couldn't see the mystery she had been showing before, and she had a very strong sense of resistance to the "high horn" in front of her. "And he's starting to get disgusted with the Oniji, so how are you going to fulfill those commissions that ask you to dispel his emotions?"

"There was no high horn in the beginning, but you were too attached to him, so you would say such things now." "High Trumpet" sighed, obviously there had been a sigh scene in the High Trumpet before, but at this moment, such a thing seems a little weird. "The solution to this problem is very simple, and I reluctantly appeared because of this, so you don't need to worry about this problem, but I will give you a piece of advice at the end, obsessing about the consequences will not lead to good results."

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"It's strange, normally since the memory is over, I should be awake, but what's going on in this endless dark space in front of me?" After that inexplicable dream, the trumpet did not wake up and return to the original world, but appeared in the current endless dark space, with no sound and no light. It's just that the tall horn can use his consciousness to control the body in this dream realm, instead of the previous state of being unable to move.

"Xiaoyu, this is the sky, how about it? Beautiful, right? Just as the trumpet was still thinking nonsense, a gentle female voice sounded in his ears, but he looked in the direction of the sound but it was still endless darkness.

"Sky?" Then I heard a childish voice, which seemed to be a mother teaching a child, but the darkness in front of Gao Hao's eyes had not dissipated at all, and Gao Hao was probably in the body of this child-sounding child now. After all, the female voice sounded very close, and the child's voice seemed to come from the mouth of a high horn.

"What a poor child, it seems that he is a disabled person who is congenitally blind." The trumpet thought so, but this time it was from the previous dream? In other words, I have always been in the perspective of this child, and I was just a baby in that dream at the beginning, so I couldn't move? The high horn is a little confused about the current situation, but there was a ghost in the dream before, could it be that the rumors that children can see ghosts are true?

Just as he was thinking about it, the endless darkness in front of him took on a color, but it was as if a computer had gone wrong, and the thing in front of him was completely distorted, as if he were in a nightmare.

"Xiaoyu, the doctor said that you have a congenital cognitive impairment, but it doesn't matter, although what you see may be different from what I see, but this does not affect your understanding of the world, you just need to remember that the place above your head is the sky." Only then did he realize that the female voice that seemed to be in his ears appeared next to him in an extremely strange posture at this time, although the image of a woman could be vaguely seen, but it was completely different from the appearance of the human beings he had seen.

"That's the sky." The childish voice reappeared, and then the gaze of the high horn involuntarily went too high, and above was an eerie hollow. Although the dialogue seems normal, the high trumpet has a greater fear than when watching a horror movie.

"This is the world that little one sees? Could it be that I really appeared in the dreams of people in an unknown world? Gao had to think so, but the female voice said that the child called Xiaoyu had a congenital cognitive impairment, and Gao had to suspect that this world might be the same as his own world, and Gao had to quietly watch the dream continue.

"That's right, the sky is blue now. Maybe you don't understand what blue is, but that's okay, I'm sure Xiaoyu will understand it later. The female voice is still gentle, but with a little sadness, and her children have some congenital defects, which is also a helpless thing.

"Sky? Blue? Well, Mom, I remember. There was doubt in the immature voice, but there was also a little joy, and Gao Trumpet looked at the scenery in front of him and felt sour. Compared to this child, he can be called lucky, but before he became a ghost division, he didn't achieve anything, he didn't want to do a lot of work, he was idle at home, and he saw many people live on the Internet Horror games, so he thought about succeeding with his knowledge of graduating from a third-rate college.