Wen Ning's center of gravity was unstable and retreated, her eyebrows furrowed.

The story she tells in the horror live broadcast room ends in fact———

With the knocking sound of three short, five long and one heavy, Wen Ning took out her mobile phone and turned on the front camera, pointed at the cat's eye and pressed the camera button.

She looked at the empty scene on her phone, and the knock on the door echoed in her ears.

Wen Ning took out a yellow talisman and pasted it on the door, and looked at it again, and a headless corpse stood in front of the door.

It held its own head reverently in both hands.

Wen Ning closed her eyes and her body slipped weakly, tears fell, and she held on to the door panel and cried silently.

That's the old man's face.

The seven orifices bleed, and they died without blinking their eyes.

The knocks on the door were still coming, and the sound of the door shaking no longer reminded her that the old man was dead.

Bei Yan bit her lip flap lightly, and Wen Ling raised her head again with her eyes firm.

She made an extremely irrational movement, ripped off the yellow charm that had just been pasted and opened the door.

Wen Ning wanted to confirm whether it was an old man or not, so she first asked why she died and then beat him; No, I just beat it up and ask why.

The moment she opened the door, blood poured in like a tidal wave, soaking her clothes.

There was still some headless corpse outside the door.

The bright red encroached on her dwelling, gradually reaching her neck, she struggled to swim upstream, and suddenly her body sank, Wen Ning looked back to see countless pairs of skeletons holding her ankles, and she was shocked, and the smell of blood poured into her mouth.

What's going on!

The feeling of suffocation spreads throughout the body, pain and despair!

In a trance, she saw the headless corpse holding the head above.

It says: Wake up!

Wen Ning's eyes opened suddenly, and she gasped.

The sweat on her forehead drenched the ends of her hair, and she propped her head to look at the familiar scene around her.

Is it a dream?

Wen Ling got up and poured water, and there was a knock on the door.

Unlike the dream of exclusive well-being, this knock on the door is regularly accompanied by a slight urgency.

She opened the door with a glass of water and met the police.

Inside the morgue, Wen Ning lowered her eyes to look at the corpse covered with a white cloth.

In the ear, the police informed Wen of the time of death and the time when the body was found, and there was nothing around to prove her identity, so it took a lot of time to find her.

He died 3 years ago, in the mountains that no one cared about.

The memory returned, she picked up the mobile phone in the courier box, it was an old man machine with buttons, this style is no longer popular.

She thought that the old man's mobile phone had long been lost in the mountains, but she didn't expect that after a year, the mobile phone would return to her in the form of express delivery.

And the sender is a warm dog.

Wen Ning hurriedly picked up the cardboard that fell on the ground to confirm whether it was Wen Goudan's handwriting.

The jammed paper is turned over, and the handwriting fades.

Wen Ning smiled, gritted her teeth and squeezed out four words, "Very good, very good." ”

Her eyes flickered, and her eyes fell to the old man's machine, leaning on the sofa at will, and turning it on.

The small LCD screen of the old man's machine flashed three times, and a scarlet smiling face appeared at the top of the screen.

[Ding Dong ~ Dear Retired Player Wen Goudan, Smile Game APP will serve you wholeheartedly. 】

The familiar electronic sound came, and Wen Ning's little hand shook.

She subconsciously picked up her phone and compared the Smile Game App on her phone with Wen Goudan's phone.

The smiley face icons are all '◠◡◠', but the smiling face on Wen Ning's mobile phone has a thick strand of 'smiling in the smile'.

And the entire LCD screen of Wen Goudan is full of 'evil', which makes people's scalp tingle at a glance.

Wen Ning pressed the lower button of the old man's machine, but the page did not move, but the screen stopped.

"Is there no power?"

The phone was placed on the coffee table, and Wen Ning went to the room she had vacated for the old man, looking for the charger she had never lost.

Old-fashioned mobile phones are not like today's all-in-one phones, and they charge by removing the battery and placing it on a dedicated charger to clip it and then plug it into an outlet.

A phone with a cumbersome process and without the battery will not turn on properly.

Wen Ning solved the problem of charging her mobile phone, and sat alone on the sofa and pondered.

According to the judgment of the Smile Institute, the old man should be an unregistered black household.

Before leaving, the old man said that he had received a big order and never returned, but he actually entered the smile game, but died tragically in the barren mountains and mountains because of the failure of the copy game?

And when she Wen Ning got the news of the old man's death, she began to gradually contact customers, and then after the customer order was cut off by a bald donkey, she moved to other cities and got on the D0617 train dog belt, and was resurrected by the smile game.

Now she has received a courier sent by an unknown celebrity to Wen Goudan, the express mobile phone is Wen Goudan's mobile phone, and a smile game prompt sound appears when it is turned on, and it fails due to no power.

So the question is, what is the purpose of this courier? What is the relationship with Smile Game? Why her?

After the phone is fully charged, Wen Ning reboots, and the phone still won't start.

Wen Ning decided to look for a professional.

She came to the Smile Research Institute in Wencheng, and was asking the young lady at the front desk where the leader of the Analyst Guild was, when a voice came from behind her.

"Who's looking for me again?"

Song Yi came to the front desk and stretched out his hand with a smile after seeing that it was Wen Ning.

"Miss Wen Ning, long time no see."

"yes." Wen Ning shook hands politely, "It's been the last time we saw each other." ”

Song Yi could only laugh awkwardly twice to open the topic, "Haha, Miss Wen Ning, do you have something to do with me?" ”

Wen Ning: "Of course there is something, take a step to speak." ”

Her serious expression infected Song Yi, and Song Yi, who was originally a little hanging, immediately reined in.

He greeted the front desk and walked to the conference room with Wen Ning.

"Say it."

Wen Ning sat down and didn't tell Wen Dogan about it for the first time, but asked, "The person who fails the copy will die in reality, and your mobile phone will be kept by you, so what about the black one?" ”

"If it is an unnatural death, the police can't solve it, and the state will send an analyst guild to investigate."

Song Yi replied.

"If it's determined to be a dungeon player, the phone will be recycled."

After hearing this, Wen Ning didn't react much and continued to ask, "What is the purpose of recycling the phone?" ”

Song Yi asked rhetorically: "What are you asking for?" ”

"Do what?"

Wen Ning hooked her lips and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't ask for no reason." If you don't say it, I'll ask another question, will the game be inherited? ”

Song Yi's eyes gradually sharpened when he looked at Wen Ning, "Why do you ask that?" ”

Wen Ning took out Wen Goudan's mobile phone from her bag and pushed it in front of Song Yi, "This is my master's mobile phone, it was sent to me last night, and the sender wrote his name." ”

Song Yi put down the phone after looking at it, and motioned for her to continue.

"But my master died three years ago."

Song Yi's pupils were shaken.

"Don't be nervous, I sent it last night."

Listening to Wen Ning's flat tone, Song Yi rubbed his temples in a complicated mood, "You have found the wrong person in this matter, and it is not under the responsibility of the Analyst Guild." But I will report to the higher authorities and arrange for the relevant departments to investigate and give you an explanation. ”

Wen Ningzhu's lips opened lightly: "No, it belongs to your jurisdiction. ”

Her dark eyes stared at Song Yi, "I activated it last night, and Xiaowei's voice sounded." ”

A sentence was like thunder on the ground, shaking Song Yi's heart.