"The government has entered a state of emergency policy discussion in response to the frequent riots in various places, but the Self-Defense Forces have not yet ...... the TV in the office is broadcasting the same program on either station.

Urgent news broadcasts.

Hao Ren rummaged through the entire room, only digging out a bag of red bean buns from the drawer of an unknown female teacher, then opened the package and broke it in half and handed it to Liang Yizhi, and the two of them silently nibbled on bread while watching TV.

Hao Ren chewed very slowly, he planned to chew fully to let his body digest as many nutrients in the food as possible, after all, he didn't know when he could replenish energy next time.

Liangyi's eating appearance is very cute, with bulging cheeks, like a squirrel.

It's not that Hao Ren has the only food, but Hao Ren knows very well that these students, who have just come into contact with killing, don't have the appetite to eat food, and it would be good to replenish some water.

Before Hao Ren ate it, he showed the red bean paste to everyone, the soft and fragrant red bean paste was no different from the dead flesh and blood that was exploded from a visual point of view, and Xiao Mu and the others had an obvious feeling of vomiting when they saw the red bean paste, so Hao Ren ate with the weaver without any psychological barrier.

The psychological element of weaving zhì is not ordinarily strong.

Hao Ren praised silently in his heart.

"Excuse me, can you give me some?" Poison Island Tsunza came to Hao Ren with a gentle smile and stretched out his hand.

Hao Ren glanced at the half-piece of bread that still had two-thirds in his hand, then broke off the part he had bitten and put the rest into the hands of Poison Island Yanzi.

"I'll go get water." Glancing at the son with a little approval and resentment, Hao Ren decided to have a full meal.

Towards the end of each month, Hao Ren's waist bag will be as clean as a dog licking, so it is common to eat steamed buns and pickles a day, and then go to the tap to fill up the rest of the time.

At the very least, there's a lot of Pocari in the office, which is much better than tap water.

Poison Island Tsuneko didn't really want to snatch food from Hao Ren's mouth, she just wanted to take this opportunity to open the topic and get in touch with Hao Ren, but she didn't expect that Hao Ren ran away by herself, which made Tsuneko a little annoyed.

Hao Ren's back was slightly cold, but he didn't expect that he would be labeled as a "nasty ghost" by a beautiful woman in his heart because of his daily habits.

"You...... Are you interested in Brother Guang? Liang Yiori swallowed the last bite of his face, and his pink little tongue deftly licked off the red bean paste from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Guang? Is that his name? "Although it is rude to eat while talking to others, Tsunako ignores ordinary interests and eats bread naturally.

"Uh-huh." Ori shook his head, and then laughed very evilly, "He is seven or eight years older than us, and he is bald, I call him Uncle Guang, but he resolutely denied it." Then he called him Brother Guang, and he laughed more ugly than crying, but he still agreed. At least he said it was better than being called bald. ”

Yanzi turned his head, looked at the smooth piece of the back of Hao Ren's head, and covered his mouth and smiled.

"Liangyi...... You kid chew the root of your tongue again. A bottle of treasure carcer was gently knocked on the head of the weaver, and Hao Ren forced a smile.

Liang Yizhi took the water and stuck out his tongue, not at all worried about what Hao Ren would do to him.

Hao Ren sighed, Liangyi Weaving's judgment was completely correct, and he was sure that he would not use violence against himself who had a girl's body.

Cunning male personality.

Because of certain principles, Hao Ren generally does not use violence against women.

"It is said that Saitama Prefecture already has more than 10,000 victims. The county leaders have issued a special notice...... "The TV broadcast continued, but the bodies that were about to be carried into the ambulance got up one by one." The dead body wrapped in a plastic bag wriggled like a worm, and then it was decisively shot in the head by the police.

Two dead bodies, two bullets, nothing wasted.

It seems that there are still capable people among the current police members, who can clearly understand the weakness of the dead body and have excellent marksmanship.

It seems that you can still look forward to the Metropolitan Police Department.

The completely changed daily life has caused panic among the students living here.

Watching the familiar streets on TV covered in flesh and blood, Komuro Takashi couldn't help but think about it.

No matter how reliable and mature they seem, they are just students, children......

(Phew~ still the child?) What did they all eat to grow up!? Overnutrition is also a no-brainer for some people. ）

Epidemic outbreaks, the Spanish flu of 1918, the Black Death of the 14th century, and this kind of technical terms began to pop out of the mouths of Saya Takashiro and Shizuka Jukawa.

There is a specialization in the art industry, Hao Ren said that these words are known when they are taken apart, but they are not understood when they are combined.

What kind of Xi Baya flu, what kind of black silk disease, Hao Ren didn't know.

So Hao Ren simply chatted with Liangyi Weaving.

"Were you directly given a personality by the mastermind or something, or were you forcibly pulled over in your own world?" Hao Ren's question is to the point.

It's a matter of how players are imposing on these minions.

"Well, my personality usually goes into a deep sleep most of the time, and the state of wakefulness is much longer than mine, so let's let the style answer." After weaving finished speaking, he closed his eyes directly.

After 1 second, I opened my eyes, and a cold temperament filled my body.

He had turned back into her, and Shi had woken up.

"I don't know much about the specifics, I do remember the previous life experiences, but I can't be sure if the memory input is or the real experience." Shi frowned, obviously a little confused.

"Do you have any other thoughts about the fact that you might be a fictional character?" Hao Ren is even more curious about this question, he has imagined more than once what the virtual character will be grateful for when he appears in reality, whether his brain is stuck in a dead end and he can't extricate himself, or he is suddenly enlightened and fearless.

Now that there is such a person in front of me, of course I have to ask.

"There is a word in China called 'Zhuang Zhou Mengdie,' you should have heard of it." He didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

Hao Ren understood.

What is Unreal? What is real?

It seems that these two ceremonies attach great importance to their own sense of existence, and affirming themselves is affirming the whole world, which makes Hao Ren a little envious.

People have different personalities, experiences, and values, so everyone has a different view on the same thing, and the personal thoughts of the two rituals do not represent the views of all summoned creatures.

Hao Ren suddenly came to his senses about completing the mission and earning summon points.

With summon points, you can summon more two-dimensional characters, listen to their thoughts, and then analyze yourself, which is also a very interesting research project.

Hao Ren, whose graduation thesis has not yet been written, has already begun to run the train.