manynovel Chapter 50 Good evening, Uncle 2
Chapter 50 Good evening, Uncle 2
"Host, our game has recently received a lot of strange comments."
The woman in crimson looked up: "How inexplicable is it?"
The system grumbled, "They say our game is plagiarized!"
"Plagiarism?"
Jiang Yi was puzzled. "Who said I plagiarized?"
It can't be that the consciousness of a horror game, which was completely destroyed in an explosion, was resurrected somewhere else in this era, right?
"Host, look!" The system picked out a few comments that at least had some content and weren't just pure emotional venting, and lined them up for Jiang Yi to see.
"Well……"
The woman in crimson glanced at it. "Dawn of the Apocalypse?"
She remembered it was that monster-fighting game Luo Feng had played before, right? Back then, when Luo Feng was playing that game, she created a little illusion in it, giving Luo Feng a taste of what a horror game was like.
If she remembered correctly, this game... and her "double happiness" had absolutely nothing to do with each other, not even eighteen times.
People actually believe this is plagiarism?
Have people's intelligence degenerated to this extent in this era?
"Oh, no..."
The system, having already gathered a complete account of the incident, still spoke up for the majority of netizens, saying, "Actually, even players of 'Dawn of the Apocalypse' initially thought this claim was a joke."
"However, Lost Whale, the author of 'Dawn of the Apocalypse,' posted a screenshot of a chat log on his account."
The system displayed an image: "This author is clearly implying that you created the '囍' character after playing 'Dawn of the Apocalypse'."
"So everyone else believed it?" Their intelligence has clearly regressed...
"No, not really. Since Lost Whale hasn't provided any other evidence, only 'Dawn of the Apocalypse' fans believe it right now."
"But!" The system's tone shifted, becoming serious. "Host, look—"
The system displayed a new page.
Jiang Yi glanced over with little interest, but upon seeing the name on the account, her eyes widened slightly, and she became a little interested: "There's something about the Jiang family too?"
"Yes, host."
"Jiang Lifeng suddenly announced on his account that the author of '囍' is his niece, which is you, the host."
The system zooms in on the image.
The two images are a chat log where Jiang Yi deliberately sent Jiang Yi's account ID as a prank to scare him when Jiang Shu contacted Jiang Yi to buy the game, and a personal account that was obviously his friend and was found by searching for the ID sent by Jiang Yi.
Of course, Jiang Lifeng still carefully blurred the ID, but based on the same first letter and number, it was still possible to recognize that the two were the same ID.
So when this news came out, people didn't even have time to be shocked that "wasn't the original heir of the Jiang family already dead? How come he's been resurrected now?" They were first shocked that such a bizarre game as "囍" was actually made by a girl who wasn't very old.
However, just when everyone thought Jiang Lifeng was stepping forward at this moment to stand up for his niece and support her, they saw—
Jiang Lifeng apologized readily and decisively.
I still apologize to Jiang Yi.
Jiang Lifeng tearfully expressed on his personal account that he had been optimistic about the game "Dawn of Doomsday" since the competition, so he contacted Lost Whale early on, hoping to purchase the game's copyright for subsequent development and operation.
However, during the discussion phase, Jiang Yi saw some of the unreleased hidden maps in "Dawn of Doomsday" and some new gameplay proposals that had not yet been implemented.
Jiang Yi couldn't help but laugh when she saw Jiang Lifeng sincerely apologize to netizens and promise to restrain his niece in the future.
Even Jiang Yi's previous disappearance and incident were imagined by netizens as Jiang Yi running away from home secretly after being discovered by Jiang Lifeng, dissatisfied with her second uncle's strictness, and then pretending to disappear and get into trouble to scare people.
"Okay, okay..."
Jiang Yi looked at the wildly imaginative comments online, and even applauded the netizens, "Looks like my good second uncle—"
Before she could finish speaking, the system suddenly let out a scream: "Host, something terrible has happened!"
"Our game has been banned!"
……
"Now you don't have to worry anymore, right?"
Jiang Lifeng was sending a message to Lost Whale: "The trolls in that disparaging post withdrew after it gained traction, and now the outside world is also stirring up trouble."
"In addition, I've already asked someone to pull some strings and temporarily banned my niece's game."
"The competition's deadline is fast approaching, and she's probably scrambling to figure out how to get her account unblocked, so you don't need to worry at all that this will lead to anything involving you..."
"From now on, you don't need to do anything... You don't need to respond to any comments related to 'plagiarism.' Just quietly wait for the company to officially announce the collaboration with you later."
After seeing that Lost Whale replied with "OK", Jiang Lifeng switched to the chat software and opened the social media platform.
Seeing the comments online about the banning of the character "囍", he guessed it was because of solid evidence of plagiarism. He felt that the dark clouds hanging over the Jiang family had dissipated considerably.
"Now, even if my dear niece gets her game account unblocked, she probably won't be able to recover..."
He picked up the teacup on the table, brought it to his lips but didn't drink anything, and then realized that the teacup was empty.
"Butler Lin!"
The voices that would have responded immediately in the past did not.
Jiang Lifeng frowned and reached out to press the internal call button.
The only sound in the study was the faint hissing of electricity.
What happened?
Jiang Lifeng put down his teacup, frowned, walked to the door, and opened the study door. The hallway outside was empty. The wall lamp was on, casting a dim, yellowish glow on the expensive carpet.
Where have all the people gone?
Jiang Lifeng went downstairs.
"Lin—" His voice trailed off after he saw the scene in the living room.
A person was reclining on the sofa in the living room.
The long red dress resembled congealed blood, gleaming with a dark luster under the light.
With her left hand resting on the armrest and her right hand holding the teacup he had just bought not long ago, she was leisurely and nonchalantly drinking tea in his living room.
"Good evening."
As if hearing the commotion from the stairs, the uninvited guest gracefully placed the teacup back on the coffee table, looked up at Jiang Lifeng, and gave him a slight smile.
"Second Uncle..."