Without delaying too much, I went to the Sixth Village of Gongnong Village alone, went directly to Building No. 6, and went up to the top floor.

Everything in the firm has not changed, and it is still the same. The yin energy in the firm is as cold as ever, which stimulates people's energy.

I called Ye Qing but got no answer. After entering the door, I sat on the sofa.

It seems like I was back a year ago, when I sat here for the first time, with a desperate mentality and telling the supernatural events I encountered.

This time I really couldn't explain my suspicion clearly. That sense of uncertainty would drive me crazy.

When I finished narrating, the office was still quiet.

"Ye Qing?" I shouted again, turned my head and looked around.

No one showed up.

I sighed, lowered my head and rubbed my forehead.

My head hurts very much, but it’s not that kind of severe pain, it’s just a little swelling.

"It's strange... there must be something wrong. But... the game... Bai An... or something else... there must be something... the game, the protagonist's name is Ye Zi... It may be just a coincidence, but..." I closed my eyes and frowned between my eyebrows.

Squeak...

There was a sound from the sofa opposite.

I suddenly opened my eyes and looked up at the opposite side.

There are more sunken marks on the sofa as people sit.

"Ye Qing?"

"Speak from the beginning." Ye Qing said coldly.

I exhaled and could only say it again.

"...Thunder Jun became the NPC in the game and killed another him. The space of that game should be very chaotic. I don't know how two of them can appear at the same time... I read the file again later, very... very strange. How do you say it..."

My narrative is somewhat incoherent.

Even after the second story, there are still many places that stammer and make a mess.

I always feel that something went wrong in the whole thing. When I recall it at this time, it seems that any detail is questionable, which makes me try my best to think.

This feeling made me feel so uncomfortable, as if I suddenly had Alzheimer's disease and my brain's thinking became extremely slow.

I looked at the sofa opposite, "You are here in your dream, are you there too?"

Ye Qing didn't answer.

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

He must be thinking...

"...That's a game space." Ye Qing suddenly said.

I was excited.

"If it analyzes Thunder Jun's personality, thinking patterns, and behavioral habits in advance, it is possible to create the same Thunder Jun and participate in the plot." Ye Qing said.

I was stunned.

"In the real world, there is probably no such technology yet, but in a world controlled by supernatural things, it is entirely possible to achieve this." Ye Qing then said, "The problem is, what is the purpose of doing this? It is not a simple game or a revenge on Thunder Jun, the whole thing will become troublesome."

I felt a sense of tremor.

"It... is debugging?" I asked in surprise.

Thunder Lord has died many times. This can be regarded as a thunder stomping in the game. From another perspective, it can also be regarded as a conflict between the different Thunder Lords created by the game. It can be regarded as experiments time and time again.

The existence of the game itself limits Thunder Jun's options. Thunder Jun plays NPC as a player and plays a game role, and there is only a few possible reactions.

This should be considered a link in the simulation environment.

"Is it the spirit of a certain game? If it is really the spirit of a game, it does these..." I suddenly thought of a lot of things.

The idea of ​​"replacement of humans" occupies most of my thinking.

My thinking is undoubtedly moving towards many science fiction movie plots. But this is not a science fiction movie, but reality.

Some supernatural thing is really doing something.

"For the time being, nothing can be done." Ye Qing suddenly said.

I looked at Ye Qing blankly, "What?"

"The game has been blocked, and someone in the supernatural circle has intervened, right?" Ye Qing asked calmly.

"Then... don't care?"

"Didn't Ling and the others have found the IP?" Ye Qing asked again.

I'm a little anxious.

Ye Qing is right.

Someone has taken action in the supernatural circle, and Wu Ling and the others have also found the IP of the game publisher and found the place where Xiaomi died. This matter has been dealt with.

But I still feel anxious.

That feeling of uneasiness pressed on me for no reason, making me breathless.

Because that thing might create a fake soul to replace ordinary people? Maybe someone around me has been replaced? Or is that the space itself uneasy and reminds me of the critical moment when I eliminated the game spirit?

No, none of them...

"It's not this problem..." I was very upset.

Ye Qing did not leave, and sat quietly opposite me.

I felt trouble breathing, my brain was about to explode, and blood boiled in my blood vessels.

My soul seems to be trembling.

"It's not those...it has nothing to do with those..." I lowered my head deeply and murmured to myself.

It's something else.

My intuition is that something else makes me so at a loss.

"So, think about it carefully." Ye Qing's voice was very stable and he said slowly, "Think about it carefully, what makes you feel uncomfortable."

What makes me uncomfortable...

What is it...

yes……

I suddenly raised my head.

I'm no longer in the office.

I saw a plastic villain in a cabinet.

Figures, peripherals, pendants, comics...

The glass door of the cabinet reflects the appearance of my possessed object.

A young woman.

She had a smile on her face, humming the OP of a certain animation, and wiped the glass cabinet door with a rag.

I was a little dazed.

Why did it suddenly...

"Wang Yan! Help me with that bottle of soy sauce!" A shout came from outside.

Wang Yan responded and ran to the kitchen.

The middle-aged woman cooked the dishes and said, "It's inside the cabinet over there."

Wang Yan opened the cabinet, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to the soy sauce bottle at the innermost point. He was slow to beat, and the soy sauce bottle was finally moved out and she successfully got it.

"What are you burning?" Wang Yan asked.

Her mother replied: "Sauce beef. Your aunt and the others will come tomorrow, prepare more cold dishes."

"Isn't it enough to buy cooked vegetables?" Wang Yan said casually.

"How can cook cookies be? If you invite someone to visit, you must cook a little by yourself. I don't know how delicious the beef I made is. Didn't you like to eat the most before?" the middle-aged woman hummed, "Clean your house clean. Don't let them come tomorrow, see your room is so sloppy."

"I know, I know. I'm cleaning up." Wang Yan turned around and left.

Behind her mother's nagging: "So big, she's still a child. Really..."

I followed Wang Yan back to her room in a daze, and saw her happily tidying up the house. Halfway through packing, I took out the figures, changed the small parts, and shaped them again.

There was a smile on her face.

But I can't laugh at all.
Chapter completed!