Yan Lan opened her eyes abruptly and gasped for breath.

The warmth of the hair on his wrist seemed to pour all the emotions into the body of the informant.

Cold and sad, bitter and oppressive.

"Well, it's a sin......"

Yan Lan wiped her face and sat up, looking at the dimness everywhere and turning pale red with a distorted luster.

If the mood fluctuates too much, or if it is too depressed, it will induce the onset of the disease.

Fortunately, she got used to it.

To tell if it is an illusion, it depends on whether the source of yin qi is oneself or not.

"The dream is too chaotic, the picture is blurry, and the final darkness should be death, but the murderer is not seen...... It should be a memory before the formation of the unjust soul. ”

She was the only one left in the dimly lit room.

Neither the patient nor the nurse was there.

Yan Lan was sleepy-eyed and tiredly leaned on her slippers to the bathroom.

"Whoa......

Yan Lan held the cold water in both hands, and was about to slap it on the face when she paused.

The palm of the hand is sticky to the touch.

It's soft and greasy, like some kind of gel.

Yan Lan instantly sobered up and looked at the pile of meat in her hand.

The placenta-like mucous membrane keeps squeezing out of the water pipe.

"Babble, babble, cluck......"

The baby's laughter reverberated from the ball of flesh in his hand.

It kicked at the mucous membranes, twisting the flesh and wriggling.

This is not reality, she is still in the nightmare!

"Double dreams?"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

A sharp and ethereal laugh pierced through the dream, and Yan Lan looked up to meet the blurred black shadow in the mirror.

A dark shadow spreads through the mirror, stretching out a deformed hand with a stunted baby.

Suddenly grabbed Yan Lan's hair!

Yan Lan immediately made a decision, picked up the meat ball in her hand and stuffed it directly into the mirror, and rubbed it vigorously to squeeze out a large ball of mucus.

The cry was sharp and harsh, chaotic and disorderly.

Yan Lan withdrew her hand, shook off the crumbs in her hand, and smiled tiredly.

"Little ghost, your scary methods are a little tender."

A cool sense of prying eyes came from overhead.

Yan Lan looked up.

The roof of the bathroom was eroded by black slime, and countless black shadows "squeaked" out.

As far as the eye can see, there are rat gazing eyes.

Bloodshot and scarlet.

The rats jumped densely and vertically, wanting to pounce on Yan Lan.

Yan Lan leaned back and touched the mirror when she dodged, her hand was empty, and her upper body was pulled into the mirror by her distorted hand.

She came back to her senses in a trance, and faced a strange statue of the god.

Covered in bruises, covered by bead curtains, carved with strange patterns, holding a flower and a grass.

Immediately afterwards, hair grows on the stone carving, and the ears of the beast bulge.

It slowly raised its claws and lifted the bead curtain.

"Buzz ......"

An unknown vibration sounded, and the dream began to distort.

The idol paused.

Yan Lan, who was waiting for the idol to show her face: "? ”

Who is so ignorant?

"Oh, sorry, it's my phone."

Yan Lan easily straightened her waist and kicked the mouse outside the mirror that wanted to bite people.

"I'll hang up now, please wait for me for a minute......"

The idol did not move.

Countless scarlet eyes opened in the darkness, and the aberrant fetus with rat tails "giggled" and pounced on it!

Yan Lan bit her middle finger and pointed at her forehead, and her soul returned to its place.

Everything returned to dead silence, and the dream was suddenly shattered.

Yan Lan Huo Ran opened his eyes.

Next to him is a sleeping patient.

The moonlight was shining outside the window, and the time was two o'clock in the middle of the night.

"Buzz ......"

The mobile phone in her pocket was still vibrating, and Yan Lan got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

It is a string of unfamiliar numbers, and the address shows [Cantonese].

Cantonese? Do I know anyone over there?

"Hey, hello," Yan Lan whispered, "Who?" ”

"Sister Lan, it's me."

Yan Lan raised her eyebrows slightly: "Fangshu? ”

"Hmm." Fang Shu sat behind his desk, the light illuminated the file in front of the desk, and he couldn't help but laugh the moment he connected it.

"I knew you'd steal your phone back, so I called you at this point, and no one found out, right?"

"It's too much to explain this, even if it's too late to be discovered, what's the matter with calling me?"

Yan Lan looked at herself in the mirror.

Pale as a ghost.

"The dark circles under my eyes are a bit heavy, and I look like I've been hollowed out by something."

"Hollowed out by what?"

Fang Shu on the other end of the phone was puzzled, and he heard Yan Lan's unconscious murmur.

"Nothing, just a sentiment about my nightlife."

In addition to the nightmare is a nightmare, it is estimated that it will not stop in the future.

"What are you looking for from me? Come on, I'm still going to practice at half past five. ”

"Two things, do you have a clue for the next Ben?"

Yan Lan leaned back on the washstand, squinting slightly, "You have information." ”

Not even an interrogative sentence.

"No, I read the forum's newbie post."

Newbie Tips......

Oh, she forgot to look at it.

Yan Lan flipped through the [Beginner's Notice] at the top of the APP forum, which was very brief and could be swept in a few glances.

"The hidden plot is a clue hint for the next [free book], and completing the MVP of the hidden plot can also get additional hints?"

"Yes." Fang Shu pondered, "Sister Lan, you didn't read the novice post. ”

It is also a declarative sentence.

"I didn't see it."

"Sister Lan has encountered a lot of clues."

didn't have his hands free to look through the novice stickers, and eighty percent of them were distracted.

Yan Lan smiled silently: "Doctor Fang, do I have an aura of wisdom reduction?" ”

Now that the reaction is so fast, how can you pretend to be stupid in the dungeon.

"My reason."

Fang Shu put the phone on the table, and the topic jump followed closely.

"I don't like to use my brain very much, and now I can enjoy the shade with my back to a big tree."

Yan Lan didn't believe a word of this.

"You know old players."

The hidden plot is in the game and does not affect the reality arrangement.

Fang Shu said that Yan Lan was stumbling and didn't read the novice sticker, not forgetting or not knowing, which proves that he understands the clues of the game and will move closer to the player in reality.

But this part is not mentioned in the [Beginner's Sticker] and [Newcomer's Handbook], and the way to get it is obvious.

"Acquaintance." Fangshu admitted.

Really.

Yan Lan pointed her finger at the washstand: "So I didn't panic when I entered the game, because I already understood?" ”

"It's not for this reason, it's not about the old players."

Fang Shu paused for a moment and said in detail: "Players cannot disclose game information to non-players in reality, and their memories will be erased and their traces will be erased. ”

I see.

Yan Lan nodded, the game protection mechanism is quite comprehensive.

"What does it mean to be a free book?"

"Replica types are divided into [free copy] and [target copy]."

Fang Shu's ten fingers intersected, elbows propped up on the table, and patiently explained:

"Freedom is the quest that will be opened when you passively enter the game after the rest time is over; The goal is the quest you pick up in the questbar when you enter the game on your own initiative.

"The role of those dungeons in the taskbar, Sister Lan knows?"

"Know," Yan Lan replied frankly, "it is good to complete the copy of the realistic goal." ”

"Yes, and there are pros and cons to both."

Yan Lan bowed: "I know." ”

For Yan Lan:

Free Instinct can get a lot of clues, but the difficulty is uncertain, teammates are uncertain, and the rewards are unknown.

The goal is that there are few clues, but you can see the difficulty, and even form a team, and the rewards are clearly favorable.

The latter is more stable, more controllable, and relatively safe than the former.

"Newcomers are more suitable for controllable target books, choose a star with low difficulty, but I guess Sister Lan will choose a free book."

"Why?"

Why......?

Because that girl is a miserable person, you will not stand idly by.

Fang Shu looked at the file at hand, then at the phone, and said in a joking tone:

"Because Sister Lan is a good person."

"It's wrong, it's because mental illness needs a little stimulation," Yan Lan teased, "to use it as a daily flavoring for health." ”

Magic: "......"

Yan Lan restrained her smile and briefly summarized the clues.

"That's all for now, what's your second question......"

Squeak –

The door to the hospital room was gently pushed open.

Yan Lan's eyes condensed slightly, and she saw the figure approaching the bathroom.