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    Xiaotan, who won the victory, immediately went offline after being transferred from the script.  .

    Xiyu and Beiling naturally felt that Xiaotan's behavior was a bit strange.  However, Feng Bujue, who knew a little bit about the situation, immediately said with an unquestionable and firm attitude: "I am aware of this matter. I will go offline to deal with it now. I will give you a detailed explanation tomorrow."

    Then, Brother Jue returned to the login space and chose "Offline and wake up".

    Of course, after something like this happened, Beiling and Xiyu had no intention of continuing to play, and they both went offline to rest.

    Two minutes later, in the real world, Feng Bujue was at home.

    The hatch of the game cabin was opened, and Brother Jue sat up from inside.

    He scratched the messy hair on his head and climbed out of the game cabin, "Huhmake a call" He hesitated for a second, "Nojust go to his house for once, or talk to him in person."  It¡¯s better to talk.¡±

    Brother Jue read a few words and then prepared to change clothes.

    "You are not allowed to go anywhere." A voice suddenly sounded.

    At this moment, Feng Bujue¡¯s first reaction was there was a burglar in the house.

    At this moment, all the lights in the room are turned off, only a few parts on the game cabin are glowing.  Feng Bujue couldn't see where the other person was, but this was his own home. He could tell that the other person was sitting on the sofa just by hearing.

    Feng Bujue didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately sprang out like an arrow from a string, lowering his body and rushing towards the kitchen.

    "Hehehe I don't think it's a good idea to get a knife." The person on the sofa laughed sinisterly.

    When Feng Bujue heard the sound of laughter, he immediately froze. His brain was running rapidly, and he remembered where he had heard this sound in almost a second.

    "You are" Brother Jue turned his head, "The game administrator?"

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    Woody snapped his fingers, and the lights in the living room turned on.

    "Hehe I have never admitted that I am a game administrator." Woody smiled, "That is just your speculation, and it is wrong."

    Feng Bujue looked at the four-eyed guy in a suit and leather suit on the sofa. He was silent for two seconds, and then said, "How did you get in? What do you want to do?"

    "Haha very interesting" Woody smiled, "You didn't ask me how I got your home address, but you directly asked me how I got in, which shows that you already know how I got your information.  A conjecture.¡±

    "Hmph I never expected those game companies to 'respect users**' as they promised." Feng Bujue said, "Even if the information after neural connection is controlled by the optical brain, I am on the forum  The personal information filled in must be backed up by your dream company"

    "Yeah, hehe I know that you don't trust any third-party platform, including trading websites, express companies, hotel chains, telecommunications departments and even political agencies" Woody continued, "But please believe that Dream Company  We absolutely respect the player**, and your information will never 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 edge of the sofa.

    "The answer is in your head." Woody pushed up his glasses, "Think again about what I said to you last time."

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    "I don't need you to tell me about the images, sounds, etc. that already exist in my memory. I digested them a minute ago."

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    This sentence flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, and he sneered: "Hmph you're just trying to be mysterious. Do you want to say that you can read other people's memories?"

    "Don't you believe it?" Woody said, "If I can't, then please askhow did I learn about the fact that 'Wang Tanzhi had killed someone ten years ago'."

    Feng Bujue's expression suddenly changed, and countless hypotheses flew through his consciousness.

    "You think quickly, but you still don't think outside the box." Woody said, "If you can admit the existence of supernatural forces, our conversation can go more smoothly." He tilted his head and laughed again, "That way  If so the question of 'how does this four-eyed guy turn on the lights' can be temporarily removed from your thinking queue."

    "I understandyour company's game cabin can completely steal players' memory information." Feng Bujue was still reasoning using common sense standards.

    "Hehehaven't you given up on using science to explain it yet?" Woody turned his head, "WellAssas, how about you come over and say a word."??

    "Such a silly name given by a silly young man, only a silly boss like you would use it." Assas walked over from the corner of the room, it was really talking and making a sound  It turned out to be the voice of a young woman.

    "Uh" Feng Bujue's thinking temporarily short-circuited for two seconds, and he looked at Woody again, "Ventriloquism"

    "I can't make my voice so shrill," Woody said.

    Arthas jumped on the sofa, climbed to the edge of the backrest and lay down, "I know, you will infer next that I have a microphone hidden on my body" It paused, "But, if you dare to borrow  If the machine touches anything other than my head, I will tear you into pieces."

    "You are a male cat! A male cat!" Feng Bujue was really crazy this time, "No this is wrong, hum this is probably a TV station's prank show! The lamp must have been manipulated Cat  Hidden on his body or in his collar"

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    Woody¡¯s fingers moved slightly in the air, and the next second, one of Feng Bujue¡¯s legs was cut off at the thigh.

    With a bang Brother Jue's leg fell to the ground, and he himself stood stunned for two seconds, then lost his balance and fell to the ground.

    "Don't worry, this is called cross-dimensional cutting. You see, you don't bleed at all, and you don't feel any pain." Woody smiled and said, "Hehe So how do you explain this? Magic? Hypnosis? Or you don't  Careful about taking a large amount of marijuana?¡±

    Feng Bujue raised his head and looked at his "broken leg".  He actually saw a complete cross-section; bone marrow, bones, blood vessels, muscles, fat, skinthose things were still moving, and there was no blood flowing out of the cross-section. The half of his thigh looked the same.  in this way.

    "Do you want to study it for a while? Or do you want me to help you reattach the leg immediately?" Woody asked.

    "Take it back" Feng Bujue regained his composure.

    Woody snapped his fingers, and Brother Jue¡¯s broken leg flew up on its own and returned to its owner¡¯s body. Even his severed pajamas returned to their original state.

    "Sit down and talk." Woody made a gesture of invitation.

    Feng Bujue stared at Woody with his eyes open, and slowly walked to sit directly opposite him, "So vampires, zombies, ghosts, Tathagata Buddha are all real?"

    "Why do the four items you mentioned feel inconsistent" Arthas complained.

    "Some of them are true," Woody replied, "and some hehe are made up by you humans."

    "Oh" Feng Bujue's mind was a little confused, "Then whatI remember you saidyou are from hell?"

    "Yes." Woody replied.

    "He also said" Feng Bujue tried hard to recall every word he said the last time we met, "Where you come from, that's where I will go"

    "What? Do you think you can go to heaven after you die?" Woody said.

    "That's not true." Feng Bujue said, "It's just I want to confirm that the time I went there was not very recent, right?"

    "Are you worried about the shadow in your mind?" Woody smiled, "Heyhaven't you noticed? When you and I are in the same room, you have regained your fear."

    Hearing this, Feng Bujue's expression suddenly changed. He suddenly had an idea, a terrifying speculation.  He looked up at Woody and asked in a deep voice, "Did you do something to my brain?"

    "Ahis that righthehehe" Woody muttered in an ambiguous tone, "Okay, I know you have a lot of questions to ask." He paused for a second, "But I may not be able to answer.  Hehe" He smiled sinisterly again, "Let's talk about the most priority issue at the moment." He read out a name word by word: "Wang Tanzhi." (To be continued.  .)
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