Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 197 Research Institute 16. Scared to death

There was one more thing Shen Zishu didn't say. He didn't know how to start the story and could only stare at the water tank in silence.

"Something's wrong." Xiao Mu quickly discovered that something was wrong with Shen Zishu. He leaned in and whispered to Shen Zishu, "Is there anything you can't say? It's okay. I'm very strong inside."

"Maybe after hearing this, your heart won't be strong anymore." Si Shanyue sighed. Before Jiang Chong could hit him, he slapped himself in the face: "My mouth is so broken."

Jiang Chong, who was about to take action, said: …

Others who were preparing to let Jiang Chong take action: ...

OK, be self-aware.

"It's about why you became like this." Shen Zishu chose his words carefully: "And about other people who are similar to you."

Hearing this, Xiao Mu straightened his expression and nodded: "Brother Shen, you go ahead."

"Actually the reason is very simple."

In the water tank, He Feng slapped the turtle out fiercely. His fish tail didn't seem to use much strength, but Sheng Nancheng had to use his skills to stop the turtle. As a result, Qian Youlin laughed at him and said that it was okay to cry, but he had to use skills to even stop the turtle.

After he said that, the little crybaby refused to accept it and used his tentacles to push the turtle back to He Feng, asking him to do the same to Qian Youlin.

He Feng responded with a smile, and flicked his red fish tail, scaring the top brother on the list so much that he ran away across the water tank, laughing and making noises.

"It's just out of hatred."

Not to mention that the first generation of members of the Annihilation Organization severely damaged the horror game system, since the establishment of the horror game, only three players have left the game, and the rest have all stayed here.

And these three players were all sent out by Shen Zishu.

From the two people who were drawn into the game at the beginning to He Feng, it was Shen Zishu who broke through the external barrier of the horror game, and the person who created the game destroyed the game with his own hands.

How could the horror game system not hate him.

So, it locked Shen Zishu in the dead city and made him go through the cycle again and again, but it felt that it was not enough, so it "resurrected" those who rebelled with Shen Zishu, let them enter the copy, become an NPC, and be killed by players.

The horror game system did not tell Shen Zishu about this plan. It was only when he saw Pei Xiazhi and Ning Simu that Shen Zishu understood what the horror game system had done.

"Actually, I guessed it." Xiao Mu gave a bitter smile: "I am not outstanding, and my contribution is not much, but I am standing here after my death, which only means that there must be other people who are the same as me."

"The Gou system also said that I am different because no matter how many times my memory is cleansed, I will automatically remember it. So it told me that it wants me to watch myself being killed by those players again and again."

"It says that it is very funny that a hero who wants to save everyone is hated and killed by the people he saves."

At this point, Xiao Mu's expression became fierce. He clenched his fists and did not turn his head to look at Shen Zishu: "Just like Brother Shen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huyan Wanji couldn't help but curse out loud.

They all knew what Shen Zishu had experienced, so they could naturally guess that the horror game system was talking about Shen Zishu.

Hated and tortured by the people he saved.

It's a shame that the system can say such things.

"Fuck." Huyan Wanji punched the console, his emotions so unstable that the data began to jump: "I really want to dismantle the Gou system myself."

Jiang Chong was quick to cover Si Shanyue's mouth and hugged him into his arms, sighing, "Shut up."

Everyone sighed heavily.

Their reactions were quite strong, but Shen Zishu didn't feel anything. Instead, he tried to comfort them.

"It's okay. As long as my sacrifice is useful, it doesn't matter." Shen Zishu chuckled. "If I really cared, I would not have released public opinion that could push me to death, but would have revealed the truth."

Xiao Mu no longer answered this question. He chose to change the subject: "Brother Shen, I have been thinking about your iron pot stew for five years."

"Okay." Shen Zishu rolled up his sleeves and started preparing lunch: "I'll make it for you."

At 11:31, the ribs were out of the pot. Shen Zishu took them out and added some other ingredients to the soup, and also added some vermicelli specifically for Xiao Mu.

The players who went out to place the bombs have also returned. They have also captured a few researchers who did not escape. Looking at the two large basins full of ribs, tears of emotion flowed from the corners of their mouths.

He Feng, who was playing in the water tank, saw a few familiar-looking researchers. His eyes narrowed and his aura changed instantly.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Nancheng pulled his eight tentacles over and asked curiously, "What happened?"

"Heh." He Feng sneered, and the silver lines on his body glowed. "I see some familiar faces. Do you still have the clothes from yesterday? Lend me a set."

Sheng Nancheng and Qian Youlin looked at each other and smiled awkwardly: "Isn't this bad?"

He Feng was puzzled: "What's wrong? That set of clothes is much easier to put on and more comfortable."

Sheng Nancheng & Qian Youlin: …

Sheng Nancheng winked at Qian Youlin: Do you think I will die if my brother remembers that I tricked him into wearing women's clothes after he recovers his memory?

Qian Youlin put on a look of regret, clasped his hands together and bowed to Sheng Nancheng: Have a safe journey.

Sheng Nancheng, who didn't want to leave, turned around and began to persuade He Feng: "Brother, to be honest, that suit doesn't really suit you. It's better to buy the one my brother-in-law gave you later. That one looks better."

"But that skirt is comfortable." He Feng frowned: "Is there anything wrong with it?"

“Hahahaha.” Sheng Nancheng waved his hands, feeling somewhat guilty: “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

"Then why can't I wear it?" He Feng asked, his eyes narrowed slightly, probing: "Or did you do it on purpose yesterday?"

"I'm not kidding you!" Sheng Nancheng muttered to himself and quickly bought a cheongsam from the mall and handed it to He Feng: "Brother, please."

He Feng hummed with satisfaction, "That's pretty good."

Seeing He Feng putting on the cheongsam and swimming outside, Qian Youlin patted Sheng Nancheng on the shoulder.

The little crybaby gave a smile that was uglier than crying and patted the back of his brother Lin's hand.

He's a crybaby. He took out that skirt yesterday for no reason.

The live broadcast room was already laughing like crazy.

[I still remember when I was in Jing’an School, Brother He even used force to suppress people from wearing women’s clothes, hahahahahahahaha. Now! I just don’t wear anything except skirts, hahahahahahaha!]

[Am I the only one who thinks that Crybaby is doomed, hahahaha! I laughed my ass off. Crybaby started out by urging He Ge to wear women’s clothes, but then he said, “Brother, why don’t you stop wearing them?”, hahahahaha! ]

[Family members! Take a screenshot! Ahhhhh! Hege’s waist is not a waist! It’s that deadly scimitar! Hege’s legs are not legs! It’s the spring water that fascinates Gefu!]

So the topic of discussion in the live broadcast room changed from how the little crybaby died to a record of licking the screen crazily.

The cheongsam that Sheng Nancheng bought casually was black. He didn't look at it carefully, thinking that the simpler it was, the more he could live. What he didn't see was that there was a dark green pattern on the cheongsam.

He Feng changed into the cheongsam in the water, so it naturally stuck to his body. However, the suggestions made by those two people yesterday were very useful. He Feng still arranged Xiao Jiu to be a stepping stone to dry the water off his body.

After the moisture on the cheongsam disappeared, it was illuminated by the blue-purple flame, revealing the dark green patterns on it, which looked very noble.

This time He Feng wanted to beat someone up, so he walked down the stairs while tying his hair.

It's strange to say, and I don't know why, but He Feng had the process of how to tie his hair in his mind. He turned part of the flame into a hairpin, and in a few seconds he tied his long hair behind his head, looking dignified and elegant.

However, maybe because she was not very experienced in tying her hair, there was a strand of hair on He Feng's temple. But it not only did not destroy her beauty, but made her look very beautiful.

If He Feng had any memories, he would remember that when he was a child, he often helped his mother to tie her hair. Later, when he entered the horror game, he also helped the girls of the family-annihilation organization to tie their hair. Even Shen Zishu had long hair at the beginning in the Cage within a Cage copy, and he also tied Shen Zishu's hair.

However, He Feng didn't remember any of this. He only had vague memories that allowed him to casually pull himself together.

Now, He Feng was barefoot, and the slit of his cheongsam was split to his knees. With every step he took, dark patterns slowly emerged, and everyone held their breath.

"Oh my god." Xiao Mu couldn't help but exclaimed. He leaned closer to Shen Zishu and muttered, "Do you think my brother will kill us to silence us after he recovers his memory?"

Shen Zishu beside him pursed his lips, looking a little unhappy.

It’s nothing, it’s just that He Feng is too dazzling and he doesn’t want others to see him.

"You guys." He Feng raised his hand, and the flames around him quickly turned into a long sword that he held in his hand, pointing directly at the captured researcher NPCs: "You also fell into my hands."

Those NPCs had no self-thoughts and were very familiar with the identity card that He Feng drew, so they immediately started shouting.

"Just wait, you monster with a human body and a fish tail! The director will definitely lock you up again! And then you'll fall into our hands again! Ha!"

"That's right! You alien! Monster! Siren! You will eventually be electrocuted to death by us, don't you think? Hahahaha!"

There were still two NPCs left. Without waiting for them to show off, He Feng simply raised his hand and chopped off the head of the NPC who started making noise with a swing of his knife.

"Oh?" He Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, chuckled, and looked at the two NPCs who were about to speak with a very gentle expression: "Do you have anything to say?"

Although these NPCs have no self-awareness, they know what "death" means.

But in their impression, the mermaid shouldn't be like this, right?

Shouldn't he be the type who is submissive and tries to resist but fails?

Who is this human-faced devil now?

Seeing that they stopped talking, He Feng felt a little bored and chopped off another head with his backhand.

He smiled comfortably, and the curve of his lips was just enough to make Shen Zishu indulge in it.

The blue-purple flames surrounded He Feng, just setting him off.

Xiaojiu is very happy. His owner finally doesn't have to use a long knife to chop people. Look at him! How powerful he is! He has everything he wants! He is the best choice for his owner!

"Amu." He Feng turned his head to look at Xiao Mu: "You should be able to find where the electric shock chair is in this laboratory, right?"

Xiao Mu nodded quickly.

"That's great." He Feng smiled and turned his attention back to the two living NPCs: "I want to use it."

Xiao Mu quickly found the control panel and took out the electric shock chair. Three chairs appeared side by side in front of everyone. He Feng picked a researcher at random, grabbed the other's hair and led him to the electric shock chair.

"Do you like this chair?" He Feng used a little force on his hand to make the NPC look up. He smiled happily. He was not anxious when he didn't get a reply. He asked again patiently: "I say, do you like this chair?"

The NPC didn't hesitate at all and burst into tears. He begged for mercy loudly and, like He Feng, was immersed in this copy.

"Ah——" He Feng stretched out the last syllable, and he looked clear, "You don't like this one, then let's change it."

After saying that, he pulled the NPC's hair and moved to the next chair, and asked again: "How about this chair? Do you like it?"

The NPC was still wailing in pain. He begged He Feng to let him go, but he received no mercy and could only beg for mercy.

He Feng carried the person for a walk like walking a dog, and when he felt it was enough, he tied the person to the electric shock chair and asked Xiao Mu to adjust the power to the maximum, shocking the NPC until he was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Then, He Feng looked at the only living NPC.

"What about you, which chair do you like?"

The NPC shuddered when he heard that, his head tilted, and he was frightened to death.

Please note that this is not an adjective, but a description. It really scares me to death.

He Feng put away his kind smile, clicked his tongue lightly, and felt a little disappointed.

With such courage, why didn't he die of fright when he was tortured?

Huyan Wanji sighed when he heard He Feng's thoughts.

How can I put it? I can only say that these NPCs were extremely unlucky to have met his brother.

The key point is, if you meet Brother He who has not lost his memory, it might be better and you can just kill him with one knife, but if you meet Brother He whose memory is messed up and the sense of substitution is extremely deep, that's simply unbearable.

However, Huyan Wanji was so scared that he didn't think of this possibility.

It's quite surprising.

Moreover, He Feng was wearing a black cheongsam with her long hair tied up, which was really a feast for the eyes.

[I like it, electrocute me! Electrocute me! Right now! Electrocute me to death!]

[The one in front, please don’t be so perverted. If Brother He wants to electrocute me, then electrocute me to death! Ahhhh! Brother He! Electrocute me to death! Right now! Don’t stop!]

[Wow, you are all so weird, what special fetish do you have? Really, look at me, He Ge, please step on my face with your foot! I don’t mean anything else! Step on me!]

[The one in front, I don't believe you don't have other intentions, He Ge's live broadcast room is still with Ge Fu, right? Be careful, Ge Fu remembers your name, and then the data hits you. ]

Shen Zishu did have this idea. The comments of these people were a bit annoying and a bit outrageous. He frowned and read them one by one. He just wanted to confiscate everyone's keyboards.

But the most important thing right now.

Shen Zishu took off his white coat, walked forward and picked up He Feng.

This is his, you are not allowed to look at it.