This was the second day that Gu Qiao and Qin He were confined to an unknown basement in the villa area.

It stands to reason that the flow rate of strange talk is different from reality, and no matter how long one stays in strange talk, the real world only passes for a few minutes, separated by an invisible fog on both sides, and belongs to a parallel world with the same face.

The inexplicable reborn is the biggest bug on both sides, and the various inventions of the Strange Tale Management Center for Strange Tales are countless stones that break the barrier between Strange Tales and reality, a system that can detect the completion of strange Tales in real time, a collection of each Strange Tale, and a bracelet equivalent to a 100% survival rate.

The live broadcast proposed by the upper layer is also one of the stones that smashed into the barrier between the two.

Whether or not they succeed in unifying the flow of time on the two sides is not important to the upper echelons, but what matters is that they can better create panic around the world, and then target propaganda to lead strange talk to where they want it to be.

As for what the consequences will be.

In a word, meat eaters despise, they don't care.

Unlike Qin He, who was imprisoned inexplicably, Gu Qiao was not completely unaware of the new plan above, but he didn't expect those officials to let Mr. Cheng enter Hanjiang so simply.

They were lying on a bed not much bigger than a prison shelf bed, the six walls were pure reinforced concrete, the four corners were high-precision cameras, the incandescent lights were on twenty-four hours a day, dry and pale, there was no decoration, even the time was blurred, and there was a black screen in front of them, so that Mr. Cheng's secretary could inform the two of them in time of the outside news they wanted them to know.

Gu Qiao looked at the empty ceiling and muttered, "If you don't have to think about the future, it's not bad to be locked up here forever with you." ”

"You're speaking lightly."

Qin He laughed meaninglessly: "How can you not think about the future?" If you really want to be so dashing yourself, you have long since hid silently with your bracelet, how can you be here with me. ”

Neither of the two said a word, Qin He knew that Gu Qiao must still have cards in his hand that had not been played, Gu Qiao was thinking about things in his heart, and he was silent, but he saw that the screen lit up coldly, and the pictures of Xi Yu, Jiang Yingnian, and Li Rusong were divided into three parts and appeared on the screen at the same time.

What's the situation?

Really started to broadcast strange stories to the world?

Gu Qiao stood up suddenly, looking at the three scenes on the screen with a solemn expression.

Jiang Yingnian was in a medieval European castle with a fireplace, I don't know what he saw, he was jumping up and down like grasshoppers, the camera was shaking, and he could only see a few white shadows flying by.

Li Rusong seems to have entered some fairy tale, dressed in a wide and funny court suit, his face is painted green, like a circus clown, and he blends in with strange stories

In PC, he is walking strangely on tiptoe in the palace.

It doesn't seem that the situation of either man is too dangerous.

Gu Qiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His next plans are inseparable from these people.

And Xi Yu ......

In, in a dilapidated old wooden house, I was eating with the maid and laughing, eating self-heating rice?!

What the hell?!

Compared with the hard work of the other two, Xi Yuhuo is like entering another copy, and this live broadcast has been warmed up on the global network for a long time, and the terrifying atmosphere deliberately rendered by the host before the live broadcast is wiped out under the cheap but delicious self-heating rice.

The process of the three people on the screen continued, Mr. Cheng calmly sat in the main seat of the conference room, and the faint fragrance of tea came from the old ceramic cup in his hand, and no one could have imagined that the cup was filled with hundreds of thousands of pounds of tea.

He watched for a while, turned off the screen with a smile, took a slow sip of tea, turned to the secretary and said, "Why do you want to do things absolutely if you are sitting in our position?" In my opinion, the end times spoken of by the regenerate are not necessarily the gibberish of what is considered to be nonsense. ”

"But it's not for you to ......"

"Didn't I do what the leader asked me to do? In the same way, each person has their own understanding, and of course the specific effect is different. ”

Mr. Cheng smiled like every time he was on the news: "The top priority of the whole world is to deal with the strange coming, and we naturally cannot be ambiguous about the future of mankind." ”

The identity of the special strange talk commissioner has always been kept secret, and this announcement, whether it is the rebels who temporarily occupy the eastern suburbs of Hanjiang or the people under the management of the strange talk management center, all of them are watching these three people deal with the strange talk.

It's not that I really want to learn how to survive from them, most of them just watch something in the panic that there is no tomorrow today.

At this glance, I saw a scene that looked like a self-heating rice advertisement.

The reborn had more or less heard of Xi Yu's name in their previous lives, and knew that she was more comfortable in strange talks than in reality, but it was still too advanced for them to actually see her eat self-heating hot pot with a maid who died at first sight for an unknown amount of time.

Co-authoring: This is not a rule weird talk for Xi Yu, but what kind of life variety show?

And before Xi Yu could think clearly about the intention of the maid Fuxiu's words, he heard the wooden door knocked three times again.

Before it was completely dark, the ghost came? So dedicated?

Fuxiu helped Xi Yu in Mama's affairs, she didn't say anything, and the person outside the door knocked on the door for a while, as if she finally realized that Xi Yu would not open the door for her, and walked to the window again, the thin curtain couldn't hide anything, and she could vaguely see Zhou Qingyun's face.

What did she come to do?

"Senior sister, thank you for helping me today."

Zhou Qingyun raised his left hand wrapped in a band-aid and knocked on the window: "I have found some new information, and I want to tell you before dark." ”

Fuxiu stopped speaking after Zhou Qingyun appeared, and lowered his head like a wooden man again.

“…… This information has something to do with the other three people, I, I'm afraid they will hear it, and it's not easy to say it outside. ”

Seeing that Xi Yu still didn't care about himself, Zhou Qingyun leaned against the window and whispered: "Actually, there is a list in my room, which is hidden under the pillow by this body, and there is a note written in blood, let us be careful of our maids." ”

"Senior sister, what do you think, we are all living people from outside, and the purpose is to go out, one more person and more strength, what should I do to you?"

"Those maids are different, didn't we say that there was a smell of blood in the room today? Maybe it was left by those maids who killed the previous owner of the house, and those maids are all ghosts in strange stories! ”

Zhou Qingyun outside the window couldn't get a response from Xi Yu for a long time, and his voice suddenly became sharp: "Senior Sister Xi, did the dead maid tell you something?" Don't believe her, she's lying to you! ”

"Senior Sister Xi! Senpai—"

Zhou Qingyun's whole face was squeezed into the window, and his facial features were almost deformed, but he couldn't squeeze through the seemingly paper-thin curtain.

"You open the door, open the door, it's cold outside, can you let me in."

Her voice slowly turned into a rustling sound similar to the squirping of countless insects crawling on the wood.