"Are you sure? That group of people aren't ordinary patients? ”

The hustle and bustle in the bar had long since quieted down, and Cullens kicked the rest of the group out to collect protection money, leaving only a few people to follow him, smoking cigarettes and listening to the debriefing on the other side of the phone.

"Yes, I investigated the background of these people a little, most of them are out-of-towners, and it looks like Arkham has come looking for a job," the person on the other side of the phone said in a somewhat strange tone, "and is it true that all of a sudden so many people will come for counseling?" Compared to customers, they are really like a group of fanatical fans chasing stars or something......"

Cullens' pupils shrank suddenly, "What did you just say?" ”

"Well, a lot of outsiders ......"

"Like a group of fanatical fans chasing stars."

Avid fan ...... A feeding frenzy......

Zealot!

The term popped into Cullens' head, but the next second he shook his head, no, not sure yet, he had never heard of when Arkham had a new religion.

But the brain circuits of this group of madmen cannot be predicted by common sense.

Three years ago, when Cullens was still a nameless minions in black poker, he witnessed with his own eyes that the gang 'Green Horse', who was originally competing with their black poker team, had provoked religious madness for unknown reasons, and was tragically wiped out in just one night, and almost all the management was wiped out.

Then the gang members were completely in chaos, and it was because Black Poker seized the opportunity to annex their territory that they had the capital to rise.

Cullens, who was still an ordinary pony boy at the time, saw the tragic situation at the headquarters of Green Pony with his own eyes, and when he returned, he had nightmares for three whole days, which was literally hell on earth.

Since then, Cullens has become extremely cautious, he knows that the world is far from being as simple as he thinks, especially in this city, he must not provoke people who are related to religion.

So now, after hearing the situation at the scene, he was a little hesitant.

The horse boy next to him waited quietly, looking at each other, and someone couldn't help but ask, "Ka, Lord Calens?" How do we do that? Do you want to give up? ”

Cullens came back to his senses and looked at them.

"No, of course not, but I have something for you to do before you do it."

To be honest, Cullens himself actually wants to give up, but as a member of Black Poker, if he gives up without trying anything, it will affect his status and authority in the gang.

After all, gangsters can be irritable and brutal, but they can't be a bad breed.

But he didn't want to die at the same time, so he came up with a plan to test if the group of people was really what he thought......

The other side.

Amid all sorts of speculation on the forums, the players' enthusiasm for Rann is back up.

Well, I want to know, after all, it's the fourth natural disaster, and they have a chance to re-card once a day, not to mention that Ran's performance is not fierce and he didn't tear the card at all, even if he is really torn up, it is estimated that they will still get up the next day.

The death mechanism in this game is not the same as that of ordinary games, combined with the car card gameplay of the running group, the total number of attribute values is retained after death, but it can be shuffled and restarted, that is, the car card is re-established.

The level of the player's main body will affect the stat value of the character card, and death will lose the level, and the character card will be in an unusable state.

To put it simply, in the eyes of people in this world, the player's death is death (the player can't use the exact same face-pinching data), and for the player, the previous character card did die, but now the cost of death is very low, and the character card has not been raised, and if it dies, it will die.

Therefore, Rann's little indifferent rejection has no deterrent effect at all in the eyes of the unscrupulous Fourth Natural Calamity!

Of course, the players also learned to be smart, paid for counseling in the name of psychotherapy, and lined up in front of Ranne's psychotherapy room, and Rann was also happy to do so, one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer, and the relationship between them finally reached a balance point that was acceptable to both parties.

In Ran's opinion, as long as they realize that they are not evil gods, but just ordinary people, that enthusiasm will slowly fade, and then he can use the money he earns to leave the city, which is a win-win for both parties.

Until, third-party forces began to intervene.

The player with the ID of matcha milk green came out of the treatment room satisfied, glanced at the only remaining West Dollar, and thought about how to make money from this game.

For other players who want to seriously experience the game, it is enough to go to Rann once to meet people, but she is not here for this game at all, and she has no interest in investigating and pushing the plot, and playing this game is purely for Ran's face.

It's really beautiful.

Just sitting across from him and talking to him, Matcha Custard feels physically and mentally happy, and perfectly eliminates the fatigue of a day of part-time work, can this kind of happiness be done in other games?!

Oh, the three-dimensional cowherd may be the same thing, but the happiness of the paper man is incomparable to the three-dimensional one! She doesn't even have to spend real money!

Well, it's decided, she can get a new card a day, she wants to be a happy rich woman, and communicate with Rann every day!

Matcha Custard happily thought of a solution, and was about to go offline and wait for tomorrow, when he suddenly heard the wind while passing by the entrance of a small alley.

She flashed something like a black sack in front of her eyes, lost her vision, and then, with a strange scent, she didn't know anything.

When she woke up again, it was still pitch black in front of her, and she was a little confused, she tentatively moved, but found that her limbs could not move, as if she was tied to a chair.

The strip of cloth on her mouth was pulled down, and she heard a voice.

"There's no one here who can save you, so you'd better think about whether you're going to do futile struggles or call for help."

Matcha Custard was stunned for a moment, what does this mean? Kidnap?

Why kidnap players? What did the player do wrong??

Matcha Custard tried to call the system menu in her mind, and when she saw the blue screen unfolding in front of her eyes, she didn't panic at all, and while logging into the player forum, she asked like a qualified victim, "What do you want to do?" ”

It's so calm again.

The man with the tattoo on his left arm frowned, and he asked as he looked at the blonde woman, "Don't be nervous, we just need you to answer a few questions, and as long as you answer obediently, we will let you go." ”

"OK, no problem."

"When did you come to this city and what did you come to do?"

"I just came here today, of course I'm here to work, can't you see it?"

The matcha milk green answer is like a stream, but it makes the tattooed man doubt his life more and more.

Why can she be so calm?

Why did she ask me rhetorically?

If only one victim was so calm, he could understand.

But why are you so calm when you tie up two or three people in a row?!

Wouldn't they be afraid?

The tattooed man and his companion glanced at each other, "What is Rann's true identity?" ”

"Forehead......" Matcha Milk Green was stunned for a moment, "I don't know." ”

And it's exactly the same hard mouth.

The tattooed man sneered: "You don't even know who he is, just wandering around him every day?" Are you stupid for me? ”

Matcha custard is silent.

Ah, do NPCs still care what their players are doing these days?

Matcha Milk Green was speechless, and originally wanted to post on the forum to complain, but before she could send it, she suddenly found that there seemed to be several similar posts in the forum.

"I seem to be involved in something!" Now I've been kidnapped! 》

"What's the situation, I'm walking on the road and I'm tied up? 》

Matcha Custard probably looked at the situation, similar to himself, he was also tied up while walking on the road, and he also asked similar questions.

And they've all been asked questions about Rann.

So...... They're actually coming for Ranne?

Matcha Custard replied while thinking.

Matcha Custard: I'm tied up now, do you guys have any good ideas?

Don't call me Aaron: No, I'm being interrogated......

Don't call me Aaron: They asked me Ran's question, but I really didn't know, I said I didn't know Ran's true identity, they didn't believe me, I said I came for his face, and they didn't believe it either.

Don't call me Aaron: After a few rounds I was pulled into a room and beaten, but luckily I turned on the pain shield, and the person was fine, this feeling of being tortured was quite novel.

Matcha Custard: Forehead ...... I heard that my interrogators were starting to get impatient, and I wouldn't be tortured too.

Don't call me Aaron: Maybe, just turn on the shield quickly, and the next thing is to watch the show. But then again, what kind of forces are they? I don't understand why they came to Ranne.

12l: Is it possible that you are involved in some kind of conflict? Oooo

As several kidnapped players linked up on the forum, the posts became more and more popular, and players came in to offer ideas.

13l: It can't really be the same as the black cat said, Rann is an unawakened evil god, right? Now the group is clearly investigating his identity, so players who are wandering around him will be caught.

14l: If Rann is, who is investigating him now? Is it an investigator-like organization?

15l: I don't believe that they don't behave like it, I don't believe that the investigator organization will randomly arrest people on the street for interrogation, what is the difference between this and the gang?

16L: Hiss - it can't really be guessed by the black cat, right? Is the investigator organization actually black? Evil gods are white.

17L: I don't accept qwq, is this a world where black and white are reversed? It's too ooc I don't accept it!

18l: Don't be so quick to draw conclusions, can't it be someone else's interference? Rann wasn't necessarily an evil god, or maybe he was being targeted by something else.

There are all kinds of speculations in the post, but there is no way to save yourself, 'Don't call me Aaron' with a face, temporarily closed the forum, and put your attention back to the game.

Then, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was splashed with a basin of dirty water.

Don't call me Aaron :......

Although I shut off all my senses and knew that it was a game, the weird smells and garbage that hung on my head were so real.

The sensibility told him not to dwell on where the water came from.

"It's quite kind, and I dare to wander at this time." The gang members sneered at Aaron with an angry expression on his face, and thought that splashing water seemed to have a good effect, and turned to the others and said, "Hey, bring another bucket from the sewer." ”

Ahh

Ah Long, who has a habit of cleanliness in reality, suddenly became angry.

What a broken game! I don't play anymore!

"Are you going to talk about it now?" The interrogator asked him with a smile.

Ah Long tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly: "Say, of course I said." ”

"Who is he? He is...... God! ”

After Aaron finished speaking, he did not hesitate to disconnect the game and destroy the card.

The card is dirty! I can't ask for it!

"What did you say?" The interrogator's face changed, and he was about to pull Ah Long's collar to ask clearly, but his quick-eyed companion pulled him back a step.

I saw that Ah Long's body lost support and fell to the ground, his eyes were hollow, and under the shocked gaze of the interrogators, black spots appeared on his face and body like a burned paper figure, and then gradually turned into flying ashes.

He disappeared.