Xiao Tan, who had won, immediately logged off after being teleported out of the scenario.
Passing Rain and Laughing Soul naturally thought that Xiao Tan's behavior was rather strange. However, Feng Bujue, who knew a thing or two about the situation, said in a firm tone, "I know what I'm doing. I'll log off to deal with it now. Tomorrow, I'll give you a detailed explanation."
Then, Brother Jue returned to the log-in lobby and chose 'Log Off and Wake Up'.
Of course, after something like that happened, Passing Rain and Laughing Soul did not have the mood to continue playing. They logged off to rest as well.
Two minutes later, in the real world, Feng Bujue's home.
The gaming hub's cover was pulled open, and Brother Jue sat up.
He scratched the messy hair on his head and climbed out of the gaming pod. "Phew … Should I make a phone call …" He hesitated for a second. "No … Let's just go to his house. It's better to talk to him face to face."
Brother Jue mumbled to himself and prepared to change.
"You're not allowed to go anywhere." A voice suddenly rang out.
At that moment, Feng Bujue's first reaction was … a burglar had broken into his house.
At that moment, all the lights in the room were off, and only a few parts of the gaming hub were shining. Feng Bujue could not see where the person was, but this was his home. Based on his hearing, he knew that the person was sitting on the sofa.
Feng Bujue did not hesitate and shot out like an arrow. He lowered his body and rushed toward the kitchen.
"Hehehe … I don't think it's a good idea to go get a knife." The person on the sofa laughed wickedly.
When Feng Bujue heard that sinister laugh, his body froze. His brain turned quickly, and in a second, he remembered where he had heard this voice before.
"You are …" Brother Jue turned his head. "That game manager?"
Pa!
Woody snapped his fingers, and the lights in the living room came on.
"Hehe … I've never admitted that I'm the game manager." Woody laughed. "That is just your speculation, and it's wrong."
Feng Bujue looked at the four-eyed man in the suit and was silent for two seconds before asking, "How did you get in? What do you want? "
"Hehe … Interesting …" Woody laughed. "You didn't ask me how I got your address but directly asked me how I got in. This means that you already have a theory about how I got your information."
"Humph … I've never expected the game companies to 'respect their users' privacy 'as they promised." Feng Bujue said. "Even if the information is controlled by the photon computer, the personal information that I filled in on the forum was backed up by the Dream Company, right?"
"Yes, hehe … I know that you don't trust any third-party platform, including trading websites, delivery companies, hotel chains, telecommunications, and even government agencies …" Woody continued. "But please believe me, the Dream Company will definitely respect the privacy of the players. Your information will not be leaked through us."
"Oh? Then I want to ask, how did you find my house? "When Feng Bujue said this, he had already walked to the sofa.
"The answer is in your mind." Woody pushed his glasses up. "Think about what I told you last time."
…
"You don't need to tell me about the images and sounds that exist in your memory. I've digested them a minute ago."
…
This sentence flashed across Feng Bujue's mind. He laughed coldly. "Humph … You're trying to say that you can read other people's memories?"
"You don't believe me?" Woody said. "If I can't, then may I ask … how did I know that 'Wang Tanzhi killed someone ten years ago'?"
Feng Bujue's expression changed suddenly. Countless hypotheses flew through his mind.
"Your mind is very fast, but it's still not out of the ordinary." Woody said. "If you can acknowledge the existence of supernatural forces, our conversation will go much smoother." He tilted his head and laughed again. "In that case … the question of 'how did this four-eyed man turn on the light' can be temporarily removed from your thinking queue."
"I understand … Your company's gaming cabin can completely steal the player's memory information." Feng Bujue was still using the standard reasoning of common sense to make his deduction.
"Hehe … You still haven't given up on using science to explain it?" Woody turned his head. "Then … Arthas, how about you come over and say something?"
"This kind of silly name given by a silly young man. Only a silly boss like you would use it." Arthas walked over from the corner of the room. It was really talking … and it was actually a young woman's voice.
"Uh …" Feng Bujue's mind temporarily short-circuited for two seconds. He looked at Woody again. "Ventriloquism …"
"I can't make my voice that sharp," Woody said.
Arthas jumped onto the sofa, climbed to the edge of the backrest and lay down. "I know, you're going to deduce … that I have a microphone or something on me …" It paused for a moment. "But, if you dare to take the opportunity to touch anything other than my head, I'll tear you into pieces."
"You're a male cat! A male cat! " Feng Bujue really went crazy this time. "No … This is not right, humph … This is most likely a prank from the TV station! The light must have been tampered with … The cat's body or the collar is hiding … "
Psst —
Woody's finger gently moved in the air. In the next second, one of Feng Bujue's legs was neatly cut off from the thigh.
With a thump … Brother Jue's leg fell to the ground, and the man himself was stunned for two seconds with a face as white as ash. Then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Don't worry, this is called Dimensional Cutting. Look, you're not bleeding at all, and you don't feel any pain." Woody laughed. "Hehe … Then … How do you explain this? Magic? Hypnosis? Or did you accidentally consume a large amount of marijuana? "
Feng Bujue raised his head and looked at his "severed leg." He actually saw a complete cross-section. Marrow, bones, blood vessels, muscles, fat, skin … Those things were still moving, and there was no blood flowing out from the cross-section. The same thing happened to the other half of his thigh.
"Do you want to study it for a while longer? Or do you want me to reattach your leg immediately? "Woody asked.
"Reattach it …" Feng Bujue calmed down.
Woody snapped his fingers, and Brother Jue's severed leg flew back to its owner's body. Even his torn pajama pants were restored to its original state.
"Sit down and talk." Woody gestured for him to sit.
Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and stared at Woody. He slowly walked to the opposite side and sat down. "So … Vampires, zombies, ghosts, Buddha … These are all real?"
"Why do the four items you mentioned feel so out of place …" Arthas complained.
"Some of them are real." Woody replied. "And some … hehe … are made up by you humans."
"Oh …" Feng Bujue's mind was a little confused. "Then … I remember you said … you came from hell?"
"Yes." Woody replied.
"You also said …" Feng Bujue tried hard to recall every word he said the last time they met. "Where you come from is where I will go …"
"What? Do you think you can go to heaven after you die? "Woody asked.
"That's not it." Feng Bujue said, "It's just … I want to confirm that I didn't go there recently, right?"
"You're worried about the shadow in your mind, aren't you?" Woody laughed. "Hehe … haven't you noticed? When I was in the same room with you, you already regained your fear. "
Hearing that, Feng Bujue's face paled. He suddenly had a thought, a scary speculation. He looked up at Woody and asked in a low voice, "Did you … do something to my brain?"
"Ah … yes or no … hehehe …" Woody mumbled in an ambiguous tone. "Okay, I know you have a lot of questions." He paused for a second. "But I might not answer, hehe …" He laughed sinisterly again. "Let's talk about … the most important question at hand." He said a name word by word, "Wang Tanzhi."
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