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Xiao Tan, who won the victory, went offline immediately after teleporting from the script.
Like Yu and Bei Ling naturally felt that Xiao Tan's behavior was a bit strange. However, Feng Bujue, who knew a little bit about the situation, immediately said with an unquestionable and firm attitude: "I know about this matter, I will go offline to deal with it now, and I will give you a detailed explanation tomorrow."
Then, Brother Jue returned to the login space and chose "Offline and wake up".
Of course, after such a thing happened, Bei Ling and Si Yu didn't have the mood to continue playing, and they also went offline to rest.
Two minutes later, in the real world, Feng Bujue's home.
The hatch of the game cabin was opened, and Brother Jue sat up from inside.
He scratched the messy hair on his head, and crawled out of the game cabin, "Who... can I make a phone call..." He hesitated for a second, "No... let's just go to his house once, it's better to talk to him face to face. "
Brother Jue read a few words, and then prepared to change clothes.
"You are not allowed to go anywhere." A voice suddenly sounded.
At this moment, Feng Bujue's first reaction was... a thief broke into the house.
At the moment, all the lights in the room are off, only a few parts on the game cabin are glowing. Feng Bujue couldn't see the other party's location, but this was his own home, and he could know that the other party was sitting on the sofa just by hearing.
Without any hesitation, Feng Bujue rushed out like an arrow from the string, lowered his body, and rushed towards the kitchen.
"Hehehe... I don't think it's a good idea to get a knife." The person on the sofa gave a sinister smile.
Feng Bujue heard that smirk, and immediately froze, his brain was racing, and he remembered where he had heard this voice almost in a second.
"Are you..." Brother Jue turned his head, "The game master?"
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Woody snapped his fingers, and the lights in the living room turned on just like that.
"Hey... I've never admitted that I'm a game master." Woody laughed. "That's just your speculation, and it's wrong."
Feng Bujue looked at the four-eyed boy in a suit and leather shoes on the sofa, was silent for two seconds, and then said, "How did you get in? What do you want to do?"
"Hehe... that's funny..." Woody smiled. "You didn't ask how I got your home address, but directly asked me how I got in, which means you already have a guess about the way I got your information."
"Huh... I never expected those game companies to 'respect users**' as they promised." Feng Bujue said, "Even if the information after the neural connection is controlled by the optical brain, but the information I filled out on the forum Personal information, after all, is backed up by your dream company... "
"Yeah, hey... I know. You don't trust any third-party platforms, including trading websites, courier companies, hotel chains, telecommunications departments and even government agencies..." Woody continued, "But please believe that Dream Company absolutely respects players. **. Your information will never be leaked through us."
"Oh? Then I want to ask, how did you find my home?" Feng Bujue said this. Has come to the edge of the sofa.
"The [answer] is in your mind." Woody pushed his glasses, "Think again, what I said to you last time."
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"I don't need you to tell me the pictures and sounds that already exist in my memory. I digested them a minute ago."
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A sentence flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, and he sneered: "Huh... playing tricks. Are you trying to say that you can read other people's memories?"
"Don't you believe it?" Woody said, "If I can't, then how did I know that 'Wang Tanzhi killed someone ten years ago'."
Feng Bujue's expression changed abruptly, and countless hypotheses flew by in his consciousness.
"Your thinking is fast, but you still haven't jumped out of the box." Woody said. "If you can recognize the existence of supernatural forces, our conversation can go more smoothly." He tilted his head and laughed again. "In that case... the question of 'how did this four-eyed boy turn on the light' can also be temporarily removed from your thinking queue."
"I understand... Your company's game cabin can completely steal the player's memory information." Feng Bujue was still reasoning with common sense standards.
"Hey... haven't you given up using science to explain?" Woody turned his head, "So... Assas, how about you come and say something."
"The foolish name given by such a foolish young man, only a foolish boss like you would use it." Assas walked over from the corner of the room, and it was really talking... and issued It turned out to be the voice of a young woman.
"Uh..." Feng Bujue's thoughts were temporarily short-circuited for two seconds, and he looked at Woody again, "A ventriloquist..."
"I can't get my voice that high," Woody said.
Assas jumped onto the sofa, climbed to the edge of the backrest and got down on the ground, "I know, you will infer next... I have a microphone hidden on me..." It paused, "But, if you dare to take the opportunity If you mess around outside the Ministry, I'll tear you to pieces."
"You're a male cat! You're a male cat!" Feng Bujue really went crazy this time. Hidden in…”
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Woody's fingers swayed slightly in the air, and in the next second, one of Feng Bujue's legs was severed from the thigh.
With a bang... Brother Jue's leg fell to the ground, and he himself was stunned for two seconds, then lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Don't worry, this is called interdimensional cutting. You see, you don't bleed at all, and you don't feel pain." Woody said with a smile, "Hey... so... how do you explain this? Magic? Hypnosis? Or did you accidentally ingest it? A lot of marijuana?"
Feng Bujue raised his head and looked at his "broken leg". He actually saw a complete cross-section; bone marrow, bones, blood vessels, muscles, fat, skin...these things were still moving, and no blood spilled from the cross-section, and the half of his thigh looked the same .
"Do you want to study it a little longer? Or should I put the leg back right away?" Woody asked.
"Take it back..." Feng Bujue regained his composure.
Woody snapped his fingers, and Brother Jue's broken leg flew up by itself, and even returned to the owner's body, and even his disconnected pajama pants were restored.
"Sit down and talk." Woody made a gesture of invitation.
Feng Bujue squinted, stared at Woody intently, walked slowly to the opposite side and sat down, "So... vampires, zombies, ghosts, Tathagata Buddha... are these real?"
"Why do the four items you mentioned have a sense of disobedience..." Assas spit out.
"Some are true," Woody replied, "and some... hehe... you humans made it up."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue's mind was a little messed up, "Then what... I remember you said... you came from hell?"
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"Also said..." Feng Bujue tried hard to recall every sentence the other party said when they met last time, "Where do you come from, where will I go..."
"What? Don't you think you'll go to heaven when you die?" Woody said.
"That's not true." Feng Bujue said, "It's just... I want to make sure that the time I went there shouldn't be the latest, right?"
"Are you worried about that shadow in your head?" Woody laughed. "Hey... haven't you noticed yet? When I was in the same room with you, you already regained your fear."
Hearing this, Feng Bujue's face changed abruptly, and he suddenly had an idea, a terrible conjecture. He looked up at Woody, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you... do something to my brain?"
"Ah... isn't it... Hehehe..." Woody muttered in an ambiguous tone, "Okay, I know you have a lot of questions to ask." He paused for a second, "But I may not be able to answer, hehe..." Again Smiling sinisterly, "Let's talk about... the top priority right now." He read out a name word by word: "Wang Tanzhi."
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