"No, absolutely not! A major accident has occurred in the trial phase of the game. One of the players who tried it has been in a coma. We must figure out the problem before we can go online. WWW.tsxsw.COM"
A young man wearing black-framed glasses, about 20 years old, holding a document in his hand, spoke harshly to the man in a black suit standing in front of him. Now the young man was very angry, and the whole person was like an angry lion.
The man standing in front of the young man was about thirty years old, with thin lips and slit-like eyes. One could tell at a glance that he was a cold and selfish person.
The man glanced at the boy indifferently, his expression arrogant, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. He was very disdainful of what the boy said, and said coldly: "Minghong, among a thousand players who tried the game, only one had an accident. How can you be sure that he was unconscious because of the game?"
"Because he failed! He didn't succeed in his revenge!" The young man straightened his body and replied angrily.
"Then why didn't anything happen to the other failed players?" The man curled his lips, reached out and patted the boy's head, leaned over and looked at the boy, and said softly: "How could you, the smartest genius in the world, create a failed game? Now the people outside can't wait any longer, we can't let them down."
"But, Yugi—"
Before the young man could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the man in a cold voice, scolding: "Minghong, you need to know who is in charge here. I don't want to hear such words again. You should develop other versions of "The Conjuring" as soon as possible!"
After saying that, the man walked towards the automatic glass door.
"If we do this, we will definitely get into big trouble! Definitely!" The young man was still not giving up. He turned around suddenly and shouted at the man.
But the glass door closed automatically, and he was the only one left in the office like a fool.
"There will definitely be big trouble, definitely!" The young man was still muttering to himself, but his eyes changed quietly. There was no longer the worry as before, instead, there was a hint of evil in his eyes.
The young man raised his lips slightly and whispered, "Who is the person in charge here? Humph—"
Thinking of this, the boy seemed to have made a decision, his eyes were full of cruelty. Since you don't listen to me and want to cross the river and burn the bridge, don't blame me.
The boy's name is Ming Hong, recognized as China's number one genius. At a young age, he has already won various world awards. His research and inventions in astronomy and geography are countless, and it seems that all problems can be easily solved in his hands.
No one noticed the change in Minghong's eyes just now, not even Minghong himself. He has schizophrenia, but he has never noticed that there is a fine line between kindness and cruelty. As long as someone angers him, Minghong will unconsciously lose control of himself and want to vent his anger.
But recently, the changes in her personality have become more and more frequent. Especially when developing this "The Conjuring" game, Minghong really changed.
Minghong is now the chief consultant of Soul, the world's largest game company, and has developed and researched many epoch-making games.
The current game "The Conjuring" was also developed by Ming Hong. This real-life revenge game includes the story content of various novels, movies, TV shows, and animations. Gamers will choose to enter a certain world, possess the selected character, help the character make up for the regret, and successfully take revenge.
This "The Conjuring" game was created because players felt regretful when watching these works, or were dissatisfied with the endings of some characters. It allows players to make up for their regrets and avenge their favorite characters.
The market space and prospects for the "The Conjuring" game are huge, which is why the "Soul" company wants to launch the game into the market as soon as possible.
However, Ming Hong discovered that there was an unstable factor hidden behind the live-action game "The Conjuring". Among the 1,000 players who tried the game, one player fell into a coma after his revenge attempt failed. Although this was only one case, it made Wu Ming keenly feel that the game itself was not perfect, so he wanted to stop the game from going online.
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"What should we do? What should we do now? Minghong is dead! Dead!"
"Shut up! Tell Master Chen about this right away and let him handle it. You can't blame us for this. Who allowed him to enter the game's main control room without permission and even wanted to delete the game program? You can't blame us for this. He asked for it!"
There was fear in the eyes of the two men in black. Even if they said so, if people really knew that Ming Hong, the number one genius in China, was killed at such a young age, they would not be able to escape death.
Not only because of Minghong's talent, but also because of Minghong's life experience.
If people knew that Minghong was murdered, not only would they suffer a bad end, but the entire Soul Company would suffer a bad end, and even Chen Shao would not be able to protect them.
Minghong, who was lying on the ground, had stopped breathing, but her eyes were wide open, staring straight at the two men in black, with fear and a hint of resentment in her eyes.
"Did you see it just now? Did you see it?" A man in black wiped his eyes in panic and looked carefully at the dead Minghong, "Minghong, there seemed to be a purple light in your eyes just now..."
"What purple?" Another man in black looked into Minghong's eyes when he heard this, but at that moment, it was as if he was being stared at by the god of death, and the man trembled from the bottom of his soul.
Blood flowed all over the floor, staining the crystal floor of the room red, shining with an enchanting light.
"Stop talking, this is too weird. Minghong's behavior just now was also very abnormal! Quick! Quick! Clean this place up. This matter must not be revealed to anyone, otherwise-"
"I know! I know! Minghong actually has such a cruel side!" The man said with lingering fear. When he thought of the moment when Minghong resisted and wanted to kill them, he felt as if he was in ice and was filled with fear.
"You can't blame us for this. We were just protecting ourselves. Minghong was the first to attack us!"
"Besides, if Master Chen knew that we killed Minghong, he would definitely not blame us, definitely not! Master Chen has wanted Minghong dead for a long time!"
The man said this as if to comfort himself, trying not to be afraid, but he knew in his heart that as a minor supporting character like him, he didn't know whether Young Master Chen would protect him.
Minghong kept his eyes open, staring at the two men in black. He knew he was dead, but why did he still feel pain? Why could he still hear their conversation
Isn't it strange to think that he would know that he was dead
Can people still have feelings and hear the voices of living people after they die
And why did Chen Shao want him dead, why—
Why is all this happening
The bright red blood flowing from Minghong's body flowed along the floor into the line, making a harsh sound throughout the controller and a dazzling white light appeared.
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In a pitch-black space, Minghong suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot and full of hatred as she stared blankly at the darkness in front of her.
"Where is this place?"
"Hell?"
Just as Minghong had this thought, a series of red lights appeared in front of her. Countless card-like light screens were rotating around her. The dazzling blood-red light made it impossible for Minghong to open her eyes.
Minghong felt dizzy and covered her eyes with her hands to avoid the dazzling red light. Through the gaps between her fingers, she saw countless death scenes appearing on the screen. The scenes seemed alive, and the moment of death was perfectly displayed on the screen, just like watching a movie.
Ming Hong could still smell the blood. She looked at the screen carefully and her eyes narrowed. "This is not The Conjuring. How is this possible?"
"No, I am dead. I was killed by those two people. So am I alive or dead now?"
Minghong looked at her hands and body at a loss. Why did everything seem the same as when she was alive? There were no wounds or blood on her body.
“Is this really a game?”
"Why am I here?"
Minghong looked at the countless light screens rotating around her, but her eyes were already focused on one light screen.
Looking at the images flashing on the light curtain, Minghong had a sense of familiarity. As if being drawn, he walked towards the light curtain, wanting to walk into it.
Ming Hong was terrified by the sudden pull. Why would he want to touch the familiar light curtain? Ming Hong resisted the unknown pull, but his movements seemed to be controlled. There was an invisible force forcing him to choose the familiar light curtain.
"Ah!" Minghong resisted desperately, unwilling to succumb to the invisible force, and turned to touch another light curtain.
As soon as the fingertips touched the other red light curtain, everything seemed to stop, and the light curtains rotating around the bright rainbow stopped.
At that moment of pause, Minghong seemed to hear a sentence, "What a mistake!"
Minghong could feel that she was still breathing. Just as she was wondering why the light curtain suddenly stopped, red blood quickly gushed out along Minghong's fingers, like a faucet that had been turned on, quickly drowning Minghong.
"Ah! Help! Help!" Minghong struggled desperately in the blood. His throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't breathe, but no matter how he struggled, he could not get rid of the red blood.
Slowly Minghong's body was covered by blood, first her neck, then her head, and finally only her eyes, glowing purple, were left, faintly visible in the red blood.
In that pool of red blood, Minghong understood where she was—in the game of "The Conjuring".
Everything seemed alive, but Minghong, wrapped in this red blood, knew what he had to do.
He had to see what would happen behind the last door if he successfully helped all the characters in the game to avenge themselves. Maybe it would be a repetition, or maybe it would be a way out.
He must know whether he is alive or dead, and why he is here.
He has to solve all the mysteries himself.
Time seemed to stand still, and then the blood slowly subsided, and Minghong's body slowly floated up. With her eyes closed, as if sleepwalking, she walked step by step towards the light curtain that she had just touched.
At the moment when Minghong was about to take the last step forward, she opened her eyes. Her eyes were blood red and she looked like a ghost from the depths of hell, with a terrifying smile on her face.
From the silent black space came an old voice; the voice was empty and carried a hint of coldness, like a sigh coming from the underworld.
"Soul, come back!"
"Soul, come back! Come into the cultivation gate!"
"Soul, come back! You can't stay any longer!"
"Then he issued an edict: Soul, come back!"