Jing Yan wanted to make a sound, but found that he couldn't. His face turned extremely pale, and his body suddenly collapsed on the ground.

My hands were shaking, my feet were shaking, my whole body was shaking, and I was shaking with fear.

"What's going on...what's going on?"

"He's dead? How could he be dead?"

"And the death state is...exactly the same as in the game!"

A chill came over his heart, his hands and feet were cold, and Jing Yan's whole body was trembling.

"Boss?!"

"Boss, what's going on?"

Others just heard Jing Yan's cell phone buzzing, and before they realized what happened, they saw Jing Yan turning pale with fright, paralyzed on the ground and shaking all over, as if he had seen a ghost.

He quickly helped Jing Yan up and asked what happened, but Jing Yan said nothing and just pointed at the phone with trembling hands.

Everyone looked at their phones and found that they had just fallen to the ground and shattered the screen. Now they had restarted with a black screen.

The quality of the phone is okay, at least the screen is broken and the motherboard is not broken.

"Boss, it's not that serious. This is just a thousand-yuan machine. You can buy dozens of them every minute. Why are you so heartbroken?"

Everyone was also a little puzzled. Could it be that there was some gossip secret about this Thousand Yuan Machine? Some kind of token of first love. For a moment, everyone looked at Jing Yan strangely.

Unexpectedly, boss Jing Yan is quite dedicated to relationships.

Why does Jing Yan care about what other people think? He was so scared that he peed.

After calming down a little, he immediately took the cell phone of the person next to him.

Asking someone to unlock the phone, Jing Yan directly dialed that person's number. While waiting for the other person to answer the phone, he took out a cigarette and smoked a cigarette with trembling hands.

"Boss, I'll light it up for you."

"kindness."

Everyone also noticed that Jing Yan was not in a good mood at this moment, and the office became silent for a moment, except for the blind tone of the phone, which kept beeping.

Jing Yan didn't know how many phone calls he made, but cold sweat kept pouring out of his forehead.

After finally smashing his cell phone impatiently, while others were silent, he began to send money to Huang Mao, who died tragically, and made a note to ask him what happened.

The money was sent in several batches, but there was no response.

Taking a deep breath, Jing Yan knew that he probably needed to take a look for himself.

Of course, it was the same for others to inquire, but...such a terrible thing happened right in front of his eyes, and Jing Yan had to admit that he was scared.

If this is what he thinks, there are too many things behind it!

The matter was so important that he directly ordered the ticket, then went into the game to talk to Fang Yue, and handed the little blood fight to Tiandan Zhiyuanwu for safekeeping. Jing Yan huddled in Qingsi and quit the game.

After quitting the game, he went straight to the nearest mobile phone store, bought a flagship phone of the season, and waited impatiently at the airport.

Watching the time passing by, Jing Yan felt that the seconds seemed like years.

I scrolled through my phone irritably, searching for various news about the death of "Blue Ocean", but there was no news.

Until... when he was browsing a niche forum, someone suddenly posted a picture of a group of corpses with signs of corrosion all over their bodies, dead in the room with gaming watches in their hands, and posted it to the forum.

In the accompanying picture, there are only five words that are repeated constantly.

"Don't play games! Don't play games! Don't play games! Don't play games!"

Jing Yan's pupils shrank and he was about to reply to the post and ask what was going on.

The website suddenly refreshed automatically and the post disappeared.

Jing Yan stared at his phone blankly, feeling a biting chill that ran from head to toe.

He suddenly felt that he was in the middle of a huge conspiracy.

The scale of this conspiracy and the strength behind it are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Sir? Sir!"

Jing Yan fell into a huge panic for a moment.

When Jing Yan came back to his senses, he realized that it was the airport service staff, prompting him to ask if he was a guest on this flight.

Jing Yan looked at the time and realized that it was almost time for the plane to take off.

He nodded to the staff, got up and got on the plane.

Half an hour later, Jing Yan got off the plane.

The taxi went directly to Huang Mao's home.

In order to prevent non-staff personnel from running away, Jing Yan had all the real-life information about the three of them.

But I didn't expect that it would be used in such a place.

"You want to go to Wanjun Road?" the driver said strangely: "You can't go there, the road is closed."

"Why?"

"It was said to be a gas explosion and someone was killed at home. Do you think it's strange? Recently, there have been more and more accidents happening at home. And if one person has an accident, the whole street is blocked, and the unions in charge don't know.

what are you doing."

Hearing what the old driver said, Jing Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be...

The palms and backs of his hands were all sweaty. He took a deep breath and insisted that the driver drive to near Wanjun Road before getting out of the car himself.

Looking at the security company personnel standing outside, Jing Yan found a small hotel and inquired about the news.

Sure enough... incidents like gas explosions at home have been so frequent recently that family members are preparing to file the gas company for bankruptcy.

But... no one seems to have thought deeply that all the people who died at home due to gas explosions were actually wearing game watches on their hands.

If no one discovers the anomaly or finds an angle of entry, it will naturally be impossible to connect these things together.

But Jingyan realized that he couldn't ignore these problems.

All the clues seemed to form a straight line, making him sincerely scared.

"Tengli Group...what exactly do you want to do!"

After nightfall, Jing Yan sneaked past the security personnel and sneaked inside. He found Huang Mao's home, which was an old-fashioned two-story house.

Climbing to the second floor, he smashed open the window, opened the curtains and looked inside. Jing Yan's pupils shrank.

The floor of the room was covered with dried blood, as if someone's body suddenly exploded in the room.

Holding the phone, he turned on the selfie effect like a video call, and adjusted the angle according to memory. The moment Jing Yan stopped in front of the desk, he trembled.

It's...this angle, this position.

Huang Mao was here, chatting with him, and then... there was a bang, his body exploded, and tragedy happened!

how so……

After being stunned for a moment, Jing Yan's brain started to work.

He did not stay, but quietly retreated, avoiding the security personnel, exiting the blocked street, booked a flight back overnight, and prepared to go home without even checking into a hotel.

He needs to think carefully about what to do in order to protect himself and stop the crazy behavior of the Tengli Group.

Boarding the plane smoothly, after thinking about it all night on the plane.

After Jing Yan got off the plane, he went straight to the headquarters of [Network Club] in Jianghai City.

If there is anyone who can sanction Tengli Group, there is only one, and that is the official power. [Network Club] is the official organization that governs all operating networks. As the Tengli Group that publishes death games, it is naturally also controlled by [Network Club]

】Regulatory!

"I want to report Tengli Group!"

When he faced the official personnel of the [Network Conference] and explained what he had seen and heard, as well as these speculations.
Chapter completed!