Author: The Book of Brocade is like a Painted

Wen Ning retreated back with unstable center of gravity and frowned.

The story she told in the horror live broadcast room is actually the end of -—

Accompanied by the sound of knocking on the door with three shorts, five longs and one heavys, Wen Ning took out her phone and turned on the front camera and pointed it at the cat's eyes and pressed the photo button.

She looked at the empty scene in her phone, and the sound of knocking on the door was circling in her ears.

Wen Ning took out the yellow talisman and posted it on the door and looked at it again. A headless corpse stood in front of the door.

It holds its own head devoutly with both hands.

Wen Ning closed her eyes and slid down weakly. Tears fell, and she supported the door panel and cried silently.

That was the old man's face.

Bleeding in seven orifices, and death is unaware of your eyes.

The knock on the door was still coming, and the vibrating sound of the door panel reminded her that the old man was dead.

Bei Teeth nipples her lips lightly, and Wen Ning raises her head and eyes firmly.

She made extremely irrational actions and pulled off the yellow talisman that had been pasted on it and opened the door.

If Wen Ning wants to confirm whether he is an old man, he will ask why he dies and then beat him up; if he is beaten up, then ask why.

The moment the door opened, blood poured in like a tide, soaking her clothes.

There are no headless corpses outside the door.

The bright red nipples her residence, gradually passing through her neck, she struggled to swim upwards, and suddenly she sank under her body. Wen Ning turned around and saw countless pairs of skeletons holding her ankles. She was shocked and smelled of blood in her mouth.

What's going on!

The suffocation spread throughout the body, pain and despair!

In a trance, she saw the headless corpse above holding her head.

It said: Wake up!

Wen Ning opened her eyes suddenly and gasped.

The sweat on her forehead wet the ends of her hair, and she supported her head and looked at the familiar scenes around her.

Is it a dream?

Wen Ning got up and poured water, and the door was knocked.

Unlike the exclusive safety in dreams, the knocking sound is a bit rushing in the rhythm.

She opened the door with a water cup and met the police.

In the morgue, Wen Ning lowered her eyes and looked at the body covered with white cloth.

The police told Wen Goudan that she had died and the time when the body was discovered. There was nothing around her that could prove her identity, so it took her a lot of time to find out.

He died 3 years ago, in the mountains where no one cares.

After memories, she picked up the phone in the express box, which was an elderly phone with buttons. This style is no longer popular.

She thought the old man's cell phone had already fallen into the mountains and disappeared, but she didn't expect that after a year, the cell phone returned to her in the form of express delivery.

And the sender is Wen Goudan.

Wen Ning quickly picked up the jam paper that fell on the ground to confirm whether it was Wen Goudan's handwriting.

The paper jam is turned over and the handwriting is dispersed.

Wen Ning smiled, gritted her teeth and squeezed out four words, "Very good, very good."

Her eyes flashed and her eyes fell to the old man's machine, leaning on the sofa casually, turning on the phone.

The old man's small LCD screen flashed three times, and his scarlet smiling face appeared above the screen.

[Dingdong~ Dear player Wen Goudan, Smile Game APP is dedicated to serving you.]

The familiar electronic sound came, and Wen Ning's little hand shook.

She subconsciously picked up her phone and compared the Smile Game App on her phone with Wen Goudan's phone.

The smiley face icon is the same, but the smile on Wen Ning’s phone has a strong sense of sensation, and the smile reveals the terror of the mother selling a piece of money.

Wen Goudan's entire LCD screen was filled with "evil nature" and it made her scalp numb at first glance.

Wen Ning gritted her teeth and pressed the old man's down button. There was no movement on the page, but instead stopped.

"Is it power out?"

Putting a coffee table on your phone, Wen Ning came to the room she had just left for the old man, looking for the charger she had never lost.

Old-fashioned mobile phones are not like the current all-in-one phones. When charging, it requires disassembly and putting the battery on an exclusive charger to clamp it, and then plug it into the socket.

The process is cumbersome and the phone is out of the battery and cannot be turned on normally.

Wen Ning solved the problem of charging her mobile phone and sat alone on the sofa to meditate.

According to the Smile Research Institute's judgment, the old man should be an unregistered black householder.

Before leaving, the old man said he had taken a big order and never returned. In fact, he entered the Smile Game, but died in the wilderness because of the failure of the dungeon game?

When Wen Ning got the news that the old man was dead, she began to gradually contact customers. She was intercepted by a bald donkey in the passenger order and then turned to his city to take the dog-carrying train D0617, and was resurrected by Smiling Game.

Now she has received a courier sent by an unknown person from Wen Goudan. The courier mobile phone is Wen Goudan's mobile phone. When she turned on the phone, she showed a smile game prompt sound, but it failed due to power outage.

So the question is, what is the purpose of sending express delivery? What is the relationship with Smile Game? Why is it her?

After the phone was fully charged, Wen Ning rebooted it, but the phone still couldn't start.

Wen Ning decided to look for professionals.

She came to the Smile Research Institute in Wencheng and was asking the front desk lady where the president of the Analyst Guild was, and a sound came from behind her.

"Who is looking for me again?"

Song Yi came to the front desk and saw that the person was Wen Ning and smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Miss Wen Ning, long time no see."

"Yes." Wen Ning shook hands politely, "I've seen each other again the last time."

Song Yi could only laugh awkwardly and opened the topic, "Haha, Miss Wen Ning, are you okay with me?"

Wen Ning: "Of course there is something wrong, so I can talk with you one step."

Her serious expression infected Song Yi, and Song Yi, who was originally a little careless, immediately restrained himself.

He greeted the front desk and took Wen Ning to the conference room.

"Tell me."

Wen Ning sat down and didn't tell Wen Goudan's story as soon as possible. Instead, she asked, "People who fail the copy will die in reality. You will keep their mobile phones. What about the black householder?"

"If it is unnatural death, the police cannot solve it. The state will send the Analyst Guild to investigate."

Song Yi replied.

"It's certain that it's a dungeon player will recycle the phone."

After hearing this, Wen Ning didn't react much and continued to ask, "What is the purpose of recycling mobile phones?"

Song Yi asked back, "What are you asking about this?"

"do what?"

Wen Ning curled her lips and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I won't ask for it for no reason. If you don't say it, I'll change the question. Will the game be inherited?"

Song Yi's eyes looked at Wen Ning gradually became sharp, "Why did you ask that?"

Wen Ning took out Wen Goudan's cell phone from her bag and pushed it in front of Song Yi, "This is my master's cell phone. It was sent to me last night. The sender wrote his name."

Song Yi took a look at the phone and put it down, signaling her to continue talking.

"But my master died three years ago."

Song Yi's pupils were earthquakes.

"Don't be nervous, I sent it last night if something really happens."

Listening to Wen Ning's plain tone, Song Yi was in a complicated mood and rubbed his temples, "You have found the wrong person in this matter, and it is not under the management of the Analyst Guild. But I will report to the head to arrange an investigation by the relevant departments and give you an explanation."

Wen Ning opened her red lips lightly: "No, it belongs to your jurisdiction."

Her dark eyes stared at Song Yi, "I activated it last night, and Xiaowei's voice sounded."

A sentence was like thunder trembling on the ground, shaking Song Yi's heart.
Chapter completed!