Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 209 Research Institute 28: Analysts from the Past to the Present

Under Fu Shi's eager gaze, Qian Youlin returned the notebook to him. Looking at Fu Shi's happy look, the top brother on the list felt that this man was quite useless.

How can I be so happy?

When seeing Fu like this, Sheng Nancheng was a little stunned. He turned his head and wanted to say something to Lu Ming, but found that the words seemed to have been said the day before yesterday.

He wanted to say that he seemed to see Brother Shi from long ago.

"I didn't make it out of that hell alive."

"Xiaocheng, I died forever in that Colosseum. You have no idea how miserable I was."

Sheng Nancheng's lips trembled, and he suddenly wanted to ask what hell looked like, what the Colosseum looked like.

But he didn't dare.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too intense, Fu Shi knew without turning around that Sheng Nancheng was looking at him, and he also knew what Sheng Nancheng was thinking as he looked at him.

"Don't feel sorry for me." Fu Shi stuffed the notebook into his backpack and said, "I don't need anyone's pity. Even if I really die there, it's my own choice."

"Brother Shi." Sheng Nancheng stammered for a few words before finally shouting, "Can't you really stand with me?"

Fu Shi didn't turn around. In front of him was Qian Youlin who was also staring at him.

There was no disgust or disdain in the other person's eyes, only curiosity. Perhaps he was also waiting for my consent.

He Feng on the other side shouted directly: "Follow me! I will give you everything you want."

Fu Shi suddenly chuckled. To be honest, he actually enjoyed this kind of atmosphere, but he would still firmly choose the path he wanted to take.

He has never been good at looking back.

Moreover, he has confidence in himself and believes that he will definitely gain something by continuing down this path.

It would be even better if he could decide the final outcome.

"Xiaocheng, do you still remember the apple tree that was cut down?" Fu Shi suddenly asked, "With luxuriant branches and leaves, the tree will always be full of apples."

Sheng Nancheng replied: "I remember, but my mother hated it. She hated the smell of overripe, rotten and smelly apples, so she cut it down."

Fu Shi asked again: "Then do you know why I risked my life to protect that apple tree?"

It was difficult for Fu Shisheng, who was kneeling on the ground covered in blood, to remember. He thought about it for a long time and finally shook his head silently.

He only remembered the apple tree that would shade them from the sun in the summer, that the director's mother would rather starve them to death than allow them to pick apples, and that the red apples would fall and break, that Fu Shi would not move away no matter what, that he hugged the director's mother's legs to beg for mercy, and that no matter how he asked, he could not get the reason.

He didn't know why.

Fu Shi was seven years older than him. At that time, a lot of things were put on Fu Shi's shoulders, and he would not complain to those who were younger than him.

Shi Ge is a hero in the eyes of all children, but heroes are often lonely.

Sheng Nancheng thought about it and lowered his head guiltily.

He seemed to not understand Fu Shi at all.

Fu Shi naturally saw Sheng Nancheng's appearance, and he understood the reason, and finally said: "I promised someone a long time ago that I would climb up the apple tree with him and escape from that place without sunshine."

"But he left, but I still held on to that promise that meant nothing. You see, I am just that kind of person. Once I have made up my mind, no one can pull me back. Not my mother, not you, not even if the horror game system personally persuades me, I will not turn back."

"Xiaocheng, don't feel sorry for me. I'm much stronger than you look. Instead of feeling sorry for me, you might as well work harder."

In fact, what Fu Shi didn't say and Sheng Nancheng didn't know was that it was Sheng Nancheng who said that they should escape together. It's just that he grew up and forgot that when they were little, he hugged Fu Shi's neck and said that he must take everyone to climb up the tree and escape.

At that time, Sheng Nancheng had a very bad heart, and coupled with malnutrition, it was almost certain that he would not survive.

It was such a sick child, whom even the dean was about to give up on, but was raised by Fu Shi.

It's just that growing up in such an environment, it's difficult for me to mature precociously, and I knew what I would face at a very young age.

So Sheng Nancheng would always stare at the apple tree in the yard in a daze. Fu Shi thought he wanted to eat some, but when he was about to steal some, the villain grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother Shi." Sheng Nancheng, who should have been soft and tender but was skinny, spoke weakly. He hugged Fu Shi's neck with both hands and leaned against him: "Let's escape together in the future. Let's climb up the apple tree and escape together. I will pick up trash to feed you."

At that time, Fu Shi laughed out loud. He patted Sheng Nancheng on the back and cherished this joke very much.

He also climbed up the apple tree a long time ago, and took the initiative to leave because he was afraid that the beast would choose to ascend the tree again.

He jumped from the tree into a deep ocean filled with torment.

The pain and despair danced on his nerves, and countless dawns devoured him alive, but he stubbornly endured. Until now, he became the master of the party, holding the right to change all the music and rhythms.

Don't feel sorry for him, he is strong enough to support the entire banquet.

He even found the perfect angle for his curtain call and had memorized the script by heart, just waiting for the right opportunity.

"Brother No. 1 on the list." Fu Shi suddenly asked Qian Youlin with a smile: "How much is your luck worth?"

Qian Youlin thought about it briefly and decided to tell the truth: "-100."

"Oh——" Fu Shi had an impression. Wasn't this the lucky god who made the horror game system so angry? He knew him. "I know you. The horror game told me to kill you, but I didn't do it. Hehe."

A question mark slowly appeared above Qian Youlin's head.

Should he follow up with a few compliments?

While they were joking around, the water in the laboratory had risen to thigh-deep. What was strange, or rather what made Duan Ganze feel strange, was that the players who had rushed over did not seem to be panicking. They all smiled and watched Fu Shi and the others chatting, enjoying themselves while eating melons.

Duan Ganze was a little confused. He remained silent and increased the speed of releasing water.

I can bear it now, but what about later?

It's going to fall apart eventually, it's just happening more slowly this time.

Thinking of this, Duan Ganze felt a little better.

Yesterday, after this group of people entered the game, he could no longer contact the horror game system, as if it was deliberately blocked by something, but he didn't care.

He and the horror game system are just in a mutually beneficial relationship, so why should they care about each other?

Duan Ganze chuckled softly, and looked down at the mermaid on the screen who was chatting with her companions, his eyes full of greed.

This human's genes will definitely help him accomplish everything he wants!

The scales on his neck grew uncontrollably. The tingling sensation tortured Duan Ganze's nerves. His irritability intensified. Duan Ganze took a deep breath and told himself that it didn't matter if he waited a little longer. Soon, he would be able to inject the freshest mermaid gene and become that perfect creature.

So there is no need to be anxious. Duan Ganze closed his eyes and everything he wanted would come true.

At the same time, the water had already reached above the waist, but the players still gathered together and were not panicked at all.

He Feng and Shen Zishu were waiting for Xiao Mu, while the others were waiting for them. Anyway, no one was in a hurry. Some people even bought a swimming ring, put it on and tried to swim a few times.

"I found a door to release you. No, I let you go." Xiao Mu swam back. He doggy-paddled as he said, "That bastard even sealed his office for fear that it would be flooded."

Except for He Feng and Shen Zishu, everyone else seemed to have just realized that Xiao Mu was not here and were quite curious.

"Brother Xiao, have you looked for an escape exit?" Qian Youlin shook his tail: "Did you find anything?"

"Yes." Xiao Mugou dug to He Feng's side: "All exits are blocked."

Sheng Nancheng opened his eyes wide: "Ah? Then where do we escape from?"

"It's okay." Xiao Mu waved his hand, signaling them to stay calm: "Brother, at least you have some strength."

He was locked up in that room for five years. Guess what he did when he was bored.

He is scratching the wall, hahahahahahahaha!

Even if it's an iron wall, he has achieved some results after five years of hard work.

Therefore, when all exits were blocked and it might take a long time to break them down, the hole that Xiao Mu dug out became the best escape plan.

After all, Xiao Mu's room was not within Duan Ganze's jurisdiction, so Duan Ganze received no reminder when the room was destroyed. The same was true for the room where Unit 9 was located. They were of the same nature and were all dropped in. They did not belong to players or NPCs.

What's more, the horror game system will not hand over the control of the semicolon machine and the enemy to Duan Ganze, it still doesn't trust anyone.

This means that Duan Ganze will never find the cave, which becomes the biggest loophole.

"I was just bored at that time." Xiao Mu doggy-paddled ahead to lead the way. "I was shocked when I scratched the sunlight. I thought I would be discovered, but no one came to care, so I just kept scratching."

The water level was getting higher and higher, and soon it reached the chin. The players all started to swim. He Feng and the other two dived into the water as if they were going home, and helped those players who couldn't swim.

Many people were doggy paddling, including Shang Wuwang and Feng Ao.

The way these two people woke up was the same as Fu Shi's. After the tent was opened, they lay in their sleeping bags and floated out with the water.

After the two people floated out, not only did they not wake up, they also snored happily. In short, they acted as funny as they could and made everyone who was sleeping in the same laboratory laugh.

Finally, they were forced to wake up amidst laughter. Both of them were confused and could not climb out of the sleeping bags. They could only call for help.

Therefore, they were laughed at again. From then on, the two people felt that they had met too late. If time had not been insufficient, they would have become sworn brothers. Now they were standing side by side, doggy paddling and chatting.

"I highly recommend that beginners learn the dog paddle swimming style." Shang Wuwang said as he paddled twice: "First, it's simple. Second, it's simple. Finally, it's simple."

Feng Ao laughed loudly twice: "Haha, Brother Shang, what you said makes sense!"

The two teammates looked at each other and swam away silently.

They don't know these two fools.

The group swam through several turns and finally entered the room where Xiao Mu was originally locked up.

Xiao Mu took the lead and dug twice, then swam to a painting, reached out and took the painting off, revealing a hole the size of an adult male's fist.

Qian Youlin swung his tail and looked at the hole in front of him and blinked: "How long have you been digging this hole?"

"About 1,700 to 800 days." Xiao Mu thought for a moment and said, "I've been scratching my head since I was locked up. Isn't that boring?"

Qian Youlin: …

There is something I don’t know whether I should say or not: he really deserves to die.

"Don't make up your mind. It's fun to dig a hole." Xiao Mu waved his hand and chuckled, "Quick, get some weapons and make the hole bigger."

Through He Feng's eyes, Huyan Wanji and others saw the hole clearly.

The walls of the research institute are made of metal and should be indestructible, but Xiao Mu dug a hole the size of a fist.

"Amu is afraid of boredom," Huyan Wanji murmured subconsciously, "He told me that he would rather be punished to run than sit and listen to the professor's lecture."

"Brother He was admitted to the hospital, Brother Shen was locked up in a dungeon, and Amu and the others were resurrected and thrown into dungeons one after another, where they were killed and resurrected by players."

"The Gou system is really good at destroying people's hearts."

The others didn't respond, but agreed with this statement.

How can it not be considered heartbreaking?

Perhaps the horror game system did not think about this when it first did it, and did not expect that Brother He would come back and Brother Shen would walk out of the copy, but it still did it. In the final analysis, it was just for revenge.

They worked hard to destroy the horror game system and sacrificed themselves to prevent others from being dragged into the horror game, but the horror game system turned those sacrificed people into NPCs and let the players kill them.

Players who enter the game later will not know what contribution they have made, they will only know that this is an NPC and they can kill it.

"It's still the same as Brother Shen." Si Shanyue started to speak, but his mouth was covered as soon as he opened his mouth, and he could only make a humming sound.

"Be obedient, we won't give you this knife." Jiang Chong coaxed, "Just keep your mouth shut."

Jiang Chong let go only after Si Shanyue, who had been whimpering non-stop, nodded.

He exhaled, luckily he covered his breath quickly, otherwise Si Shanyue would have said something shocking again and then been beaten up.

Si Shanyue, who was released, took a deep breath, but it almost suffocated him.

His Jiang Jiang covered his mouth really hard, and he was really afraid that he would speak.

However, Si Shanyue scratched his head. Was it really so easy for him to get rid of what he said? Why didn't he feel it?

He is just a carrier of truth and an analyst from the past to the present, so why is he forbidden to speak?

Wouldn't it be a lot less fun without him?

what a pity.