Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 190 Research Institute 9. Yes,

Qian Youlin would not laugh at Sheng Nancheng for being spineless, as he had eaten the cookies baked by Lu Ming a long time ago.

How should I put it? His cooking skills can compete with his brother-in-law’s, not to mention that Lu Ming can also make various desserts.

So Qian Youlin announced that this wave of little crybabies did not lose out.

After punishing the little crybaby, Lu Ming started baking cookies, while Qi Guanju and Shen Zishu put the kitchen utensils in order and started cooking.

Shang Qian didn't leave either. He just looked around here and helped out there, showing off his thick skin.

He Feng lay on the coral and blew two bubbles while watching Shen Zishu working seriously.

His little humans are so adorable.

It’s a pity that I can’t go to the sea with him, and he can’t take his little human to see the colorful underwater world.

It was a beautiful sea area. He Feng swung his fish tail. He also had several mermaid friends.

It's just that they are all old and no one knows when they will die.

He Feng sighed.

Huyan Wanji naturally detected He Feng's thoughts, and he couldn't help but sigh as well.

When did He Ge remember this? It was a memory from the hospital.

His brother is still thinking about those fellow patients.

It’s not too bad. At least Brother He really likes getting along with those old people. He is quite happy even if he has lost his memory.

pretty good.

Huyan Wanji slumped in the chair, he didn't know what he was thinking and his chest hurt a little.

He spent five years proving that even if he turned into a string of data after death, he would still be sad when he should be sad, and his heart would still hurt when it should hurt.

A face flashed through my mind.

Huyan Wangi closed his eyes.

The memory that he was proud of was no longer useful. He could not remember Xiao Mu's face and could only recall it in a trance.

When Xiao Mu just left, he didn't have time to pick up the paintbrush. By the time he had time to pick up the paintbrush, he had already half forgotten the face that had been haunting him.

Ah Mu.

After being digitized, he never slept again, nor did he need to sleep. His Amu could not dream, could not dream.

Amu.

The others knew what Huyan Wanji was thinking. They would not disturb him and tried not to make any noise, leaving Huyan Wanji enough space.

At the same time, everyone was very motivated, waiting for Brother He to finally destroy the horror game system.

Song Tan smiled with satisfaction as he watched his previous ability values ​​slowly merge with the current ones.

The horror game system has provoked the wrong people, especially Brother He. Have you ever seen iron hidden in cotton?

That’s Brother He.

Don’t be fooled by the little sun’s cheerful and cheerful appearance with a constant smile. His ability to kill a monster with one punch is no joke.

Moreover, He Feng's ability value was 100 at the beginning, which was maxed out. He and Shen Zishu together were enough to give the horror game system a hard time.

Ugh.

Doctor Song's lips curled up into a big smile, and he leaned in Ying Zong's arms with a disdainful smile.

The horror game system was the biggest joke he had ever seen.

The seven people here were busy with their own things, while in the copy, Shen Zishu was heating up the oil in the pot to prepare for dinner.

The time they entered the copy was 16:30 in the afternoon. This time, the time after entering the copy was later than before.

But it also makes the idea of ​​the horror game system clear.

It wants to speed up the collision between the two camps by compressing time.

The oil in the pan was at just the right temperature. Shen Zishu put the seasonings in one by one, and after they brought out the aroma, he added the octopus.

He didn't quite understand why the horror game system was so obsessed with killing people.

Is it just because the system doesn't have enough energy to run?

Shen Zishu didn't quite believe it.

The small octopus soon changed color. The spatula was attached to the bottom of the pot and flipped it twice. After a few beautiful flips of the pan, the stir-fried octopus was quickly served.

Shen Zishu thought of a possibility.

At first, he was ready to destroy the horror game system because it killed people. Later, he became angry because the horror game system assimilated various parallel worlds and dragged innocent people into them, so he blew himself up twice with the horror game system.

The horror game system hates him, so it uses this method.

Yeah.

is that so.

Shen Zishu took a deep breath, and the plate next to him was long gone, replaced by a small bowl.

When Lu Ming took away the plates, he left some portion for Shen Zishu so that he could eat with He Feng.

The fluctuating emotions were hidden again, and Shen Zishu picked up the bowl to feed his king.

If the horror game system knew what Shen Zishu was thinking, it would not answer.

This is indeed the reason, but the horror game system still remembers Shen Zishu’s goal.

It wants to create the best game, and there will be sacrifices along the way, but they are just a few worthless lives.

Could it be more important than that?

I didn’t understand the horror game system before, and I understand it even less now.

Its mood swings were extremely obvious while it was in the main space, and its impatience and anxiety were slowly recorded by Unit 1, which was shattered into pieces again.

Two hours ago, an alarm sounded from the processor, and He Feng and Shen Zishu once again entered the copy where his semicolon machine was hidden.

The horror game system couldn't figure it out, so it completely destroyed Unit 1 and checked the data, but couldn't find any clues.

Furthermore, the right of Machine 1 to distribute copies has been deprived by it, and it is impossible for Machine 1 to do so.

Then how did He Feng and Shen Zishu get into Institute 499!

why!

The horror game system goes crazy and smashes everything.

Why are you targeting it so much! Why are you fighting back with all your might! Why!

The horror game system knelt on the ground helplessly.

"Human emotions are very complicated. Xiaobo can learn slowly. I will accompany you."

Why doesn't its creator love it? Why doesn't its creator ever choose it? Why is its creator so cruel to try to destroy it again and again?

"Human emotions are very complicated." The horror game system repeated what Shen Zishu once said. It took a deep breath and said, "But I have learned it a long time ago. Why do you still treat me like this?"

The apology before Unit 8 was destroyed, the core handed over before Unit 6 was destroyed, Unit 7, Unit 7...

After He Feng left, it went to Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital.

It’s not that he had been there before. He was blocked outside a barrier, just like the copy that He Feng had participated in before.

It's not that it wants to delete, it's that it can't get in.

But it knows.

Xiao 7 successfully destroyed the self-destruct system it had set, but Xiao 7 also died.

It wasn't it that destroyed Xiao 7. Xiao 7 chose to die.

The core of Xiao 7 is also in He Feng's hands.

No one will stand on its side.

The horror game system suddenly felt sad after realizing this. It crawled to the fragments of Unit 1 on its knees and picked up the processor that it had smashed. "Yi Yi, you will always be by my side. You will be my most capable assistant, right?"

"yes,"

The horror game system exhaled, laughed, and after confirming it, it threw the processor of Unit 1 on the ground and casually commanded the robotic arm to restore Unit 1.

After recording all the host's emotions again, Unit 1 chuckled as it avoided the self-destruct system's inspection.

Yes.