"What ...... to do"

It's a very strange feeling, you see one thing in your eyes, and you touch another thing in your hand, it's like a teacher on the screen of your phone, but it's a doll that accompanies you in your hand. Bai Buzhi had to close his eyes.

The position where his hand touched was not the normal retro VR glasses.

What he touched was something as stiff as a tree root, and it went straight into his eye sockets.

That's not VR glasses at all. If there's a dryad in this quest, then it's the tentacles of that thing. Bai Buzhi subconsciously grabbed it and wanted to pull it outward, but he couldn't pull it. On the contrary, there was unbearable pain in his eyeballs, and if he continued to exert himself, he was afraid that even his eyeballs would be torn out by him!

Bai Buzhi called out in his heart, and let go immediately. There was still pain in his eyes, but now he couldn't even reach out and touch or rub it. Obviously, if he couldn't solve the puzzle in VR, he wouldn't be able to pick it up.

Well, you can pick it too, but you can only pick it once.

[3. In order to ensure the safety of your property, please do not forcibly take off your VR glasses or headphones, and do not leave your seat before the end of the project, and you will be fully responsible for any losses caused thereby.] 】

He just reflexively wanted to touch his eyes, and didn't mean to take it off. But it's one thing to say that you won't be allowed to take it, and it's another thing to hurt when you take it!

"WDNMD classic remaster, right......" Bai Buzhi said angrily, "Remember for me, brother won't suck you into charcoal for a while, brother will have your surname." ”

He withdrew his hand viciously and opened his eyes again.

As soon as he was delayed, more bizarre images appeared in his glasses, all of which looked like the same human body, in the bathroom, in the hallway, or even in the classroom. Sometimes it's dressed, sometimes it's not, and it looks beautiful no matter what.

Bai Buzhi doesn't think he's a pervert, but he has to say that under this kind of composition and tone, even people like him, who don't know how to appreciate art at all, feel that these pictures have a hazy beauty.

The more he looked at it, the more he frowned.

He realized he wasn't supposed to look at the pictures.

[If you feel unwell, please close your eyes, count to 18 in your mind, and then open your eyes to resume your normal experience.] 】

Bai Buzhi closed his eyes and counted silently from 1 to 18 in his heart.

He didn't really believe in the rules. In fact, the rules of the previous project were proved to be basically cheating, and the way to survive needs to be found by yourself. But now he closes his eyes and chooses not to look at them, just because he doesn't want to look at them.

He was a little confused, thinking that this could be his hallucination...... But this color map, why isn't it a two-dimensional paper man? How is there only one?

It's too inconsistent with his aesthetics, right?

Isn't that weird?

Thinking like this, Bai Buzhi opened his eyes again.

Then he saw more similar pictures.

This time they appeared longer and more completely, and the figure looked weak and deceitful in the corner, hanging its neck like a flower with its head down, and anyone would want to pinch it off.

When I thought of this, Bai Buzhi once again deeply reflected on himself.

He's not such a dead pervert, he's only experimentally using tortoiseshell bindings on his own erasers, and he's never done anything excessive!

But the pictures are really good. Bai Buzhi understands that sentence a little bit - [Due to the separation of vision and hearing, any of your reactions will not be known by other tourists, please relax your mind and be soothed.] What does that mean? It means you can do anything, you can completely like it, that's your freedom, isn't it? Shouldn't people have the freedom to like anything?

Bai Buzhi frowned again.

He had a strange and at the same time familiar feeling.

Strange because he had never felt this way in the game, familiar because he had felt this way in reality the night before. It was like another voice in his head talking, speaking to him thoughts that didn't belong to him. Only this time the voice was his own, as if it was really what he thought.

Someone was manipulating his consciousness and making him think it was all fun, great, beautiful.

The moment he realized this, the picture in front of him changed instantly.

It was no longer a clean, beautiful, slender human body with no secondary sexual characteristics, but a teenager lying on the floor on his laurels. His white shirt was stained with black dirty footprints, his pants were crumpled like pickles, his face was swollen, and his eyes were full of tears.

Bai didn't realize that this was the truth of that picture or that series of pictures.

Take off the beautification and filters that I don't know who has applied them, and what lies underneath is such a dirty, violent ugly thing.

But before he could figure out what to do, Bai Buzhi's body shook again.

He had been feeling a little itchy in his legs, and he thought it was caused by the events of the previous night. There were too many things I was thinking about at that time and I didn't pay attention to it, but now I think about it that he is in the rules of the strange talk 2023, his hands are not sore, how can his legs be itchy?

Now that the feeling is enhanced, Bai doesn't know how to find out, it turns out to be a special mother, and I don't know what is touching him!?

What the heck???

He was so shocked that he almost pulled out the VR glasses in spite of the damage. What he was feeling now was definitely not what the oval chair could provide—unless it grew its hands.

Bai Buzhi couldn't see what it was, but in short, there was a feeling of a palm caressing him in the darkness. He reached out to touch it, but he didn't touch the thing that was touching him, but the sense of touch was still there.

There are also hands on the feet, and the more they touch, the more strange they go.

One could have predicted how Shiro might have felt if he hadn't realized that someone was stuffing a thought into his mind, but now looking at that "very beautiful picture" and a skillful itch.

Bai Buzhi felt inexplicable in his heart, and felt a little annoyed, and a little wanted to laugh.

Is this game really not afraid of being blocked?

But the funny thing is that the thing that gave him the hallucination didn't seem to know that it had broken the hallucination. Ever since he realized that it was mental pollution, Bai Buzhi had never seen the mysterious beauty of the previous photo, instead of the boy who had been beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and his destroyed table, books, and various stationery.

Under this premise, those invisible hands are still dutifully touching him......

In a sense, it's quite obedient.

Bai Buyi thought for a while, and thought in his heart, "Is it okay to help me pick off my feet?" ”

The invisible tentacles do not react.

Bai Buyi sighed and opened his mouth.

He whispered, "Actually, I've always had a strange idea...... It's that if there's something to help me pick my feet, that's great. ”

After saying this, the soles of his feet, through the thick insole, really came......