I did not drag much, so I went to the six villages of workers and peasants alone, went directly to the sixth floor, and went up to the top floor.

Nothing has changed in the office, or the same.The pussy in the office is as always, cold and stimulated the spirit.

I shouted, did not get an answer, entered the door, sitting on the sofa.

It seems that back a year ago, I was sitting here for the first time, holding a cornered mentality, telling about the spiritual events I had encountered.

This time I really couldn’t tell my doubts.That feeling of uncertainty drives me crazy.

When I finished, the office was still quiet.

“Ye Qing?”I screamed again, turning my head.

No one showed up.

I sighed, bowed my head, and rubbed the forehead.

The head hurts, but not the pain, just some bloating.

“It’s weird...there’s something wrong.But... the game...white Ann... or something else...surely something... that game, the main character called the leaves... it may just be a coincidence, but...” I closed my eyes and locked between my brows.

Shicking...

There was a noise on the other side of the sofa.

I opened my eyes and looked up.

There were more signs of people sitting on the couch.

“Ye Qing?”

“Tell it from the beginning.”Ye Qing said a cold word.

I cried and could only repeat it again.

“The Thunder became the NPC in the game and killed the other one.The space of the game should be confusing.I don’t know how two can appear at the same time... the file I read it later, very... very strange.What to say...”

Some of my statements are incoherent.

Even if it is told the second time, there are still many places to stammer and fall.

I always felt that something was wrong in the whole thing, and it seemed that any detail was questionable at this time, and I couldn't help but think hard.

This feeling is too painful for me, as if suddenly Alzheimer's disease, the brain's thinking has become extremely slow.

I looked at the sofa and said, “You’re there in the dream, too?”

Ye Qing did not answer.

I can only shut up and wait for Ye Qing to finish thinking.

He must be thinking...

“It’s a game space.”Ye Qing suddenly said.

I am mentally lifted.

“If it analyzes the character, thinking patterns, and behavior habits of the Thunder in advance, it is possible to create a similar thunder prince and participate in the plot.”Ye Qing said.

I froze.

“In the real world, I’m afraid there’s no such technology, but in a world where something is manipulated, it’s entirely possible to do that.”Ye Qing then said, “The question is what it’s for.It's not a simple game, it's not a revenge on the Thunder, the whole thing gets in trouble."

I had a feeling of shudder.

“Is it... being tested?”I asked in surprise.

The Thunder died many times.This can be seen as a stepping on the thunder in the game, and from another point of view, it can also be seen as a conflict between the different thunder kings created by the game.It can be seen as an experiment.

The existence of the game itself limits the Thunder's options.Thunder as a player to play NPC, play the role of the game, may make only some reaction.

This should be part of the simulated environment.

Is it the spirit of a game?If it really were the spirit of the game, it would do that...” I thought of a lot of things in my head.

The idea of “replacing humanity” occupied most of my thinking.

My mind is undoubtedly running on the plot of many science fiction movies.But this is not a science fiction movie, but a reality.

Something is really doing something.

“For the time being, there is nothing to do.”Ye Qing suddenly said.

I looked at the rabbi, “What?”

“The game has been closed, and someone is involved in it, isn’t it?”Ye Qing calmly asked.

“Then... it doesn’t matter?”

“Haven’t they already found the IP?”Ye Qing asked again.

I am a little anxious.

Ye Qing was right.

The spirit circle has been shot, Wu Ling they also found the IP of the game publisher, found the place where millet died, this matter has been dealt with.

But I still feel anxious.

That feeling of uneasiness came to me without a reason, leaving me breathless.

Because that thing could create a fake soul to replace ordinary people?Maybe someone has been replaced?Or is it that space itself makes me feel uneasy and reminds me of my first round to eliminate the game spirit?

No, not at all...

“It’s not that...” I was upset.

Ye Qing did not leave, sitting quietly in front of me.

I felt difficulty breathing, my brain was about to explode, and my blood was boiling in my veins.

My soul seems to be shuddering.

“Not those... and those are not...” I bowed my head and muttered.

It's other things.

My intuition is that something else makes me so confused.

"Well, think about it."Ye Qing's voice was very steady, and he said slowly, "Think about what makes you uncomfortable."

What makes me uncomfortable...

What is...

Yes ...

I raised my head.

I am no longer in the office.

I saw a plastic man in a closet.

Hands, around, pendant, comics...

The glass door of the cabinet reflected the appearance of my attachment.

A young woman.

She had a smile on her face, hunging an animated OP, wiping the glass cabinet door with a rag.

I have some taunts.

Why suddenly...

“The King!Please bring me a bottle of soy sauce!”There was a scream outside.

Wang Yan said and ran to the kitchen.

The middle-aged woman fryed the food and said, "In the cupboard over there."

Wang Yan opened the cabinet, tipped his feet, and reached out to the innermost soy sauce bottle.The soy sauce bottle was finally moved out and she got it.

“What are you burning?”Wang Yan asked.

Her mother replied, “Prey beef.”Tomorrow your aunt will come and prepare some more cold food."

“It’s not enough to buy cooked food.”Wang Yan said casually.

“How about cooked food?Invite people to come, you must burn a little.I don’t know how good the beef I made.“Haven’t you ever liked to eat?”The middle-age woman groaned, “Clean your house.”Don't come tomorrow, they'll see how stern your room is."

"I know.I'm packing."Wang Yan turned around and left.

Behind her was her mother’s nagging: “That’s a big man, like a child.”Really...”

I followed Wang Yan back to her room with confusion, and saw that she was happily cleaning up the room, packing up half of them and taking out those handmade, changing the small parts, and re-scheduling the shape.

She has a smile on her face.

But I couldn’t laugh at all.

Why do you suddenly dream of Wang Yan?Do you enter a dream at this time?