"Are you looking for me?" Caibao was stunned on the spot. She never expected that Ye Xian walked through the crowd and came specifically to find her.
Being in close contact with an idol made Cai Bao a little confused. Ye Xian in front of him looked like an angel. He was wearing Han Fei's leather sheath, and he did look a bit ordinary compared to him.
"The song you just played was so special. It felt like I was in hell, but I still didn't forget to look up at the stars. I seemed to see a group of people chasing the glimmer of light, struggling in the mud, holding torches, trying to illuminate the darkness."
Ye Xian was very impressed and kept praising him.
Cai Bao was a little embarrassed. Liuli Mao was singing just now and she didn't even speak. However, Ye Xian was obviously staring at her when he said those words, as if the good singing was her fault alone.
"I think you have great potential, and I'm looking forward to meeting you in the finals." Ye Xian tenderly stretched out his hand towards Caibao without any pretense: "You should be a new Shanghainese too, right? Let's have a good time offline when we have time.
comminicate."
"Okay, okay." Caibao was a little at a loss. She was just going through the motions in Han Fei's place. Who knew she would attract Ye Xian's attention.
In fact, Ye Xian was not the only one present, there were many people in the entire hall who were staring at her. Those eyes were extremely strange, with the fervor of a die-hard fan, but also seemed to hide a trace of fear and apprehension.
Cai Bao seems to have his own fans, but these fans have very strange personalities.
"Then we'll see you in the finals." Ye Xian took the initiative to hold Cai Bao's hand: "By the way, I've always been curious, why did you give yourself such a name?"
"My setting is a sea... king that has lived for 300 million years. He is very sunny and happy every day." It was the first time that Caibao was stared at by so many people. He was very nervous and stuttered a bit when he spoke.
"Haha, you are so interesting. We can keep in touch more in the future." Ye Xian let go of his hand and walked towards the other side of the passage with his agent.
After entering the passage, the expression under Ye Xian's mask became completely different from before, without a trace of smile.
She turned on the communicator in the game and said with some confusion: "There can't be such a coincidence in the world. I put on the angel mask, and their combination happened to be called the Devil and the Cat, and everyone happened to be on the 7th.
Hall, that sunshine boy should be the sunshine boy from Dolphin Bay last night, but why did he deliberately approach me?"
"No one is stupid enough to reveal their identity in the gray area. This should be just a coincidence. Those two sunshine boys are not the same person." A man's voice came from the communicator: "What you need to do now is to have a good rest.
Don't think too much."
"Can I stop thinking wildly? The watchdogs in Xinhu have already targeted me, and the people in the club also want to kill me. I even feel that the assessment task they issued to Sunshine Boys is to kill me." Ye Xian's voice was completely distorted.
, which was very different from her usual voice, as if she was a different person.
"Don't worry, the sunshine boy went on a killing spree at Dolphin Bay last night and didn't leave until dawn. However, the sunshine boy who participated in the singing concert stayed in the virtual singing room last night. From this, we can see that they are not the same person.
"The man on the other side of the communicator comforted.
"I hope so..."
In Hall No. 7, outside the passage, Liuli Mao ran into the lounge holding Cai Bao's hand.
"Maomao, we seem to have our own fans!" Cai Bao recalled the way those "fanatic fans" looked at him below the stage: "So this is what it feels like to have fans, and I'm quite uncomfortable with it."
"Although I don't know what happened specifically, I feel that the situation is not good." Liuli Mao motioned Caibao to sit down: "You are replacing Han Fei. He is regarded as a thorn in the side of many murderers in Xinhu and wants to kill him.
Then hurry up, it’s better for us to be more careful.”
With a hint of apology in his eyes, Liuli Mao grabbed Caibao's hand and said, "I'm sorry for involving you. You should play Han Fei now and never reveal your true identity to anyone."
"I understand, in our virtual idol industry, the most taboo thing is to have the box opened." Caibao has a very good personality, which is why she can become friends with Liuli Cat.
"Be careful what you say and do." Liuli Mao poured a drink for Cai Bao: "There are two preliminary rounds today. I hope everything goes well."
After having enough rest, Liuli Mao left the Paradise Opera House with the vegetable buns, and they did not hide their whereabouts.
"Maomao, we seem to be being followed." Caibao whispered. She looked back secretly, and saw those players with the flower of death tattooed on their bodies mixed in the crowd, like a fishing net that was slowly tightening.
"Don't look back, keep going north."
"North? That's a jungle! There are very few players."
"It's okay, you listen to me." Liuli Mao held Cai Bao's hand, and the two of them continued walking forward as if they didn't realize they were being followed.
After they passed through the woods, all the people following them had disappeared. There seemed to be a man-eating monster hidden in the woods.
The leaves were swaying, and there was deathly silence all around. Cai Bao felt an indescribable feeling of suffocation, and she quietly looked back.
Behind a certain big tree, stood a doctor in blood-stained clothes. He looked like a nightmare, but also like a ghost seeking life.
Cold sweat broke out instantly. When Cai Bao tried to see clearly again, the blood doctor had disappeared.
"Don't be afraid, that's a friend of my friend." Liuli Mao comforted Zha Mao Bao softly, while looking at the other side of the city.
…
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Han Fei, who was still taking a nap, was woken up by Huang Ying's phone call.
"Han Fei, I discovered a group of special players in "Perfect Life". All of them have withering flowers tattooed on their bodies. They were fished out when Sunshine Boy and Glazed Cat were performing on stage."
"So fast?" Han Fei was a little surprised: "I thought I would have to wait until I appeared on the final stage to fish them out, but I didn't expect them to be able to hold on any longer?"
"Who are they?"
"A group of lunatics and perverts active in the gray area, worship death and killing, and are good at mental control and torture." Han Fei did not hide anything from Huang Ying, and the two were the best partners: "I was curious before whether those guys would also
In Perfect Life, now that we have fished them out, many things can be solved very easily."
With the talent of summoning spirits, Han Fei can do things in the deep world that he cannot do in reality.
He only needs to collect the identity information of those people, and then he can try to bring some members of the three criminal organizations closer to the deep world. At that time, he will let those people know that there are many things in the world more terrifying than death.
"So that's your plan." Huang Ying hesitated: "I accidentally killed them all today."
"It doesn't matter, these are just minions now, the big fish is still behind."
"You're talking more and more like a villain now."
"You killed everyone and still called me a villain?" Han Fei was a little speechless, but in the eyes of Perfect Life players, Huang Ying was indeed the hero of all players. He risked his top account being canceled to "save
"people" and won the respect of the players.
After discussing some more things, Han Fei hung up the phone and looked out the window at the increasingly gloomy sky.
"Is it going to rain?"
As night fell, Han Fei walked to the window and looked at the raindrops on the window glass.
"The old city on a rainy day is very similar to the black rain area in the deep world. There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity."
The promotion ceremony of the Death Spread group chat is tonight. The thugs asked Han Fei to arrive at the Shouxing Mirror Factory before midnight. He was going to come back to play games in the evening, so he was ready to leave early.
After checking his equipment, Han Fei waited until eight o'clock in the evening, when it was completely dark, and left the community.
The rain covering Xinhu is getting heavier and heavier. There are very few pedestrians on the road today and the weather is starting to get cooler.
Riding a rented motorcycle and wearing a black raincoat, Han Fei avoided the surveillance in the city and drove to the suburbs in one go.
When no one was around, he put on the clown mask again.
"The Shouxi Mirror Factory was abandoned thirty years ago. It is said that the factory director and his family all died in the factory. The death was extremely strange, and the body and the mirror were fused together."
Information about Shouxi Mirror Factory came to Han Fei's mind. That place was very unlucky. Many people who used his mirrors had physical problems. Even in the outer suburbs, it was a forbidden area. Even homeless people didn't dare to go near it.
The rain flowed down the mask, and Han Fei was like a flash of lightning speeding on the road. While ordinary people were rushing home, he was driving towards the most remote place.
"Strange? Why is the car navigation malfunctioning? Why is there no signal here?"
When he was still one kilometer away from the Shouxi Mirror Factory, Han Fei had a problem with his mobile phone and motorcycle: "The atmosphere tonight is completely different from yesterday. Will the core members like Butterfly come in person to conduct the final assessment on me?"
"
Thinking of this, Han Fei thought it would be better to be cautious. He exited the area, called Li Xue and Huang Ying, and informed them of something before he dared to enter the abandoned building complex again.
Driving past numerous unfinished buildings and dilapidated buildings, Han Fei's uncomfortable feeling became more intense.
"Someone is watching me secretly."
The car continued to move forward without slowing down. Han Fei did not show anything strange and drove directly to the Shouxi Mirror Factory.
This factory occupies a large area, and many of the equipment inside are still there, but the equipment originally used to make mirrors has now been transformed into a killing tool by those lunatics.
There was a rumble of thunder, and Han Fei parked his motorcycle at the door of the factory. He pushed open the rusty iron door and entered the factory compound.
The ground was uneven, and there were several large, deep pits filled with turbid rainwater.
Lightning flashed across the night sky, and the brief light also allowed people inside the house to see Han Fei.
Wearing a black raincoat and a clown mask, he stood alone in the dark and oppressive rainy night.
"Bang!"
The heavy chains fell to the ground, and a man wearing a blue crab mask opened the door of the factory workshop. Next to him was a dwarf wearing a tiger mask.
The two of them stared directly at Han Fei, as if they were looking at a corpse. They didn't say a word during the whole process, and they felt very oppressive.
Han Fei could smell the blood on the two men from a distance. The blood had soaked into his hair and pores, and it was difficult to clean it off with commercial shower gels.
The heavy rain hit the factory building unbridled, and the thunder covered up the noise of the machines. The meat grinders seemed to be prepared for Han Fei.
"Want to give me a kick?"
Han Fei strode into the factory, the man in the blue crab mask also released the chain in his hand, and the heavy iron door closed again.
A weak firelight lit up the room, and broken mirrors were placed in the workshop, so that the people who were "executed" could see their miserable appearance from any angle.
"Sunshine boy? I hate your name, like a clown." A hoarse voice came from behind a meat grinder, and a young man wearing a vulture mask appeared in the workshop: "The probability of senior members being promoted to core members
It’s only one tenth, so you don’t have to think you’re special. There are many people who come in here, but few can leave alive.”
"The person in charge of the death spread group chat is Crow. Won't he come over tonight?" Han Fei was not at all frightened by the terrifying atmosphere in this workshop.
"If you can successfully be promoted to a core member, he will naturally come over." The vulture stared at Han Fei with cold eyes and patted the machine that was running next to him: "But if you fail, this will be your final destination."
"There's so much nonsense. It would be great if you could skip the novice tutorial like in the game." Han Fei walked directly towards the vulture: "Tell me how to hold the ceremony?"
"How long can you continue to be crazy?" Not only the vultures, but also the blue crabs and tigers in the workshop had cold eyes, like hungry beasts.
After opening the safety valve, Vulture led Han Fei to a simple elevator, and together they entered the underground floor of the workshop.
The bottom of the workshop, like Corpse Bay, is arranged as a stage. This should also be one of the places where the Murder Club usually gathers.
The two of them walked through various modified torture instruments and came to a wall.
The vulture lifted the curtain, and there was a huge mirror hanging on the wall facing the stage.
"This mirror is the key to whether you can be promoted. It can reflect your own appearance when you die, and it can also reflect all the people you killed. Those dead people who died in vain will continue to appear behind you, crawling one after another.
Get on your back and blend into your body." The vulture reached out and touched the mirror gently with a kind of morbid piety: "Withstand that kind of pain, you can be promoted, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt sticky on his fingertips. Turning around, he found that the mirror seemed to be bleeding.