“！”

Zhou Ke'er opened her eyes suddenly, almost bounced off the chair, staggered and fell on the desk, her temples seemed to be agitating, a feeling of nausea and nausea came like a wave, Zhou Keer couldn't help but cover her mouth and retch.

Zhou Keer doesn't remember what happened to the module just now, but vaguely remembered that he was judged by the system to be unable to cause irreparable damage to his spirit because his mood swings were too strong, so he was directly forced to disconnect and quit the game.

Fortunately, he turned off the emergency call service early in the morning, otherwise he would have been carried away immediately.

Zhou Ke'er collapsed on the chair again, her eyes closed, her hands rubbing her temples with a constant tingling sensation, barely maintaining a minimum of thinking ability.

Now that I think about it... I have to say that Zhou Keer felt that Fang Cai's mental state in the game was really wrong.

Could it be... Is it because the use of that special spiritual power will also cause spiritual pollution to Zhou Ke'er himself at the same time?

Thinking like this, Zhou Keer reluctantly lifted his spirits, trying to recall what happened at the end of the mod, that is, after he and Li Yu were both defeated...

“！！！”

Zhou Ke'er opened his eyes coldly, slipped off the chair uncontrollably, and fell to his knees weakly, feeling that his stomach seemed to be spasming physiologically - when he was just recalling, he seemed to see an eye, an eye that could not be described in words at all, and... I just saw it, but now I can't remember the appearance of that eye at all, as if it was directly erased from memory.

This made Zhou Keer almost instinctively rise up an inexplicable fear - you must know that for a bastard like Zhou Keer, there is basically nothing that can make him feel afraid, even if he encountered those ghosts and strange existences in the game before.

But this is not an intellectual or emotional fear, it is born out of the instinct of the human species.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped to the ground. After slowing down for a while, Zhou Ke'er barely regained the ability to control his movements.

"Go first... Wash your face and talk about it..."

Zhou Keer struggled to get up from the ground, trying her best to adjust her breathing, and walked towards the sink in the room - fortunately, every office in the mental hospital is equipped with a sink, otherwise Zhou Keer will go out to the bathroom according to her current state, I am afraid that if she is not walking, she will be pushed to the hospital for first aid.

Zhou Keer thought wildly, weighed his hands on the edge of the sink, and subconsciously looked in the mirror, ready to look at his current embarrassed appearance.

"Snap"

The sound of something falling to the floor came from the desk.

Zhou Keer subconsciously turned his head to look - he originally thought it was a ballpoint pen or something, but no, the ground was clean and there was nothing.

"What... Where did it fall? ”

Zhou Keer muttered quietly, but she didn't take it to heart....

"Huh?! Wait a minute?! ”

Suddenly, Zhou Keer felt a palpitation for no reason, and a strong sense of disobedience came to his heart, and he suddenly realized something very wrong: "It's not right... When I turned my head just now, I didn't turn my head in the mirror! ”

After realizing this, Zhou Ke'er turned her head sharply and looked at the mirror.

Laughing.

Zhou Keer in the mirror was laughing.

"Laugh at you, laugh! Did you make you laugh?! ”

Zhou Keer smashed his fist in the mirror and complained unhappily.

Forget it about laughing, and laughing so ugly.

And the moment Zhou Keer's hand touched the mirror, the surrounding scene changed instantly.

All the light seemed to disappear, and there was darkness around it.

Zhou Ke'er felt as if something was flowing slowly under his feet, like a cold and biting puddle.

The top of his head inexplicably conveyed a kind of malice for no reason, but he could not see anything, only the feeling of a drop of spring water splashing on his forehead, but not flowing down his face.

Eye.

All eyes are occupied by an indescribable eye.

Zhou Keer felt a tingling pain in her temples, and subconsciously staggered back two steps.

When I opened my eyes again, everything around me was back to normal, as if nothing had happened just now.

Zhou Ke'er looked at himself in the mirror, at this time the scene in the mirror had returned to normal, he saw that the bangs on his forehead had been soaked with sweat, soft on his forehead, his face was terrifyingly pale, and his lips did not even have a trace of blood, but...

Only the eyes.

Zhou Keer keenly noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with his eyes, not that it was filled with black fog or bloodshot or the like, Zhou Keer had already understood this situation, and it came every three or five times in the game, can this be called wrong?

But beyond that, what's wrong... He couldn't say it again. He only felt that there was no so-called madness or violence in his eyes, and he insisted on saying something... That should be "chaos". But the word is also not accurate, it is a feeling that is difficult to describe. Because at the same time, Zhou Keer's eyes are also very calm, or... Calm down. It was a very contradictory feeling of chaos and calmness.

But Zhou Keer knew that these looks did not come from Zhou Keer himself.

"Smack..."

A splash of crimson bloomed on the surface of the water in the sink.

Zhou Keer reached out and wiped the tip of her nose.

A smell of rust.

"Whew... Whew..."

Zhou Ke'er looked at herself in the mirror, and because of the random wiping she had just done, a touch of blood red spread from the tip of her nose to the right side of her cheek, looking a little embarrassed.

But for some reason, his eyes have returned to normal.

"Knock knock..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Ke'er subconsciously wanted to ask who it was, but as soon as he said a syllable, his dry and hoarse voice made this syllable completely out of shape, so he had to cough hard twice, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "Which one?" ”

After saying that, he quickly turned on the faucet and hurriedly washed his face—at least to make his appearance not look so underworldly.

"It's your most respected Lord Walnut!"

Hu Tao's voice rang out outside.

At this moment, Zhou Ke'er didn't plan to wash off the blood stains on his face in a hurry, he suddenly thought of a good idea.

He took two steps in three steps, walked briskly behind the desk, sat down in his chair, and then reached out and opened the red ink bottle on the table and sprinkled it on the table.

Immediately, he lay on the table as if he had died, motionless, and did not respond to Hu Tao.

Because she's definitely going to open the door and come in on her own.

Sure enough, less than ten seconds later, I heard a "squeak" open door.

"Hey, what do you mean, you don't speak when you hear it's me? You despise you...???? ”