Chapter 805 Gamer

After a long time, it is still a long time.

It's like an ant running on a treadmill, not knowing where the end point is or when it will stop.

Uneasiness and boredom are both causing trouble. Everyone wants to find an answer to what is going on.

Su Chenghe, who never dared to speak randomly, couldn't hold it in any longer. He looked at the window and said in a deep voice:

"Seven hours!

Store manager Fang lost contact with him for seven hours after making his fourth choice. "

In the clear eyes, there is all fear of the outcome and shrinking from fate.

Ji Li has been soaked by the moist moonlight, like a statue under the moonlight, sitting alone on the window edge.

The black hair swayed in the breeze, the shadow was like water, and the silence was as silent as ever.

Su Chenghe's opening woke him up after a long time.

When he turned his head, half of his face was in the moonlight, and half of his face was in shadow. He answered the question incorrectly:

"I don't feel good about it."

Su Chenghe finally got a response. Although he didn't understand it, he thought about it and said:

"There must be something wrong with Manager Fang. Do you have any remedies?"

Ji Li seemed to be looking at Su Chenghe, or not, but what he said was still strange.

"I seem to be affected by my eyes."

This time, Su Chenghe really felt something was wrong. He took half a step back and looked directly at Ji Li.

“There is an evil spirit living in my eyes, wearing out my patience and unleashing my desires.

I can't use it to kill people anymore, otherwise..."

The more Su Chenghe listened, the more frightened he became. He regretted not leaving with Hou Guisheng.

Under the moonlight, the man sitting on the window sill is being replaced by a murderous ghost.

Suddenly Ji Li jumped down from the window sill and headed straight for the Sucheng River without any warning.

Su Chenghe turned around and was about to run away, but found that Ji Li was not looking at him, but was walking down the stairs.

He stared at the back with lingering fear until it disappeared from sight, with a sentence echoing in his ears.

"Fang Shenyan will take care of everything."

…

But Fang Shenyan has been abandoned by this world.

He could only feel himself, his legs were sore and unbearable, his body was sweating, and his breathing was getting heavier.

How could any sound still be heard?

"There is no chance to look back... There is no chance to look back... There is no chance to look back..."

He is the running ant, the ant that will not rest until death.

The concept of seven hours is Ji Li and Su Chenghe, but it has nothing to do with Fang Shenyan.

He only knew that he was still walking, and the descriptions in his mind came from the plot or from ghosts.

It doesn't matter who said it, what matters is that it is the truth.

Fang Shenyan killed himself.

He couldn't even think about which step he made wrong, because the description this time was not a choice at all.

No choice, no options, which means he has failed.

By this time, the sound of sweat flowing and the beating of heart... could not be heard at all.

Finally, Fang Shenyan stopped.

After seven hours of walking, we stopped for the first time.

He was extremely flustered, which was a precursor to an imminent mental breakdown and a sign of death.

For Fang Shenyan, the only solution now seems to be to turn into a ghost.

But once he takes this step, it means that he will lose everything and there will be no more 24 hours for him.

"solution……"

Fang Shenyan's mind went blank. He had lost the ability to think that he was proud of.

Now, all that is swirling in my mind are those heart-wrenching descriptions.

“Listen to the prayers of your soul…

Longing for sound to prove reality…

A chance to look back...

Kill yourself..."

Fang Shenyan weakly supported his hands on the wall, and his body naturally fell backwards. Fortunately, there were still two walls here.

If he hadn't been caught between the cracks in the wall, he would have fallen down uncontrollably.

Perhaps because his body remained stiff for too long, his joints made a snapping sound when his palms were placed on the wall.

It was the sound of this joint that actually became a beacon in the long night, illuminating Fang Shenyan who was about to run out of oil.

He raised his head suddenly, and although it was dark all around, the light in his eyes was slowly rising.

“I thought it wasn’t a choice because there were no options.

But I was wrong.

The options are hidden in this description! "

The fifth choice is a variant question.

first question:

"You long to hear some sounds that might prove that this world is real."

Second question:

"Is there any chance to turn back? No more."

It raises two questions, but actually provides answers to both.

Fang Shenyan raised his eyes and scanned the nothingness around him, including himself.

This world has no color and no sound, so it is false.

As for the first question, the answer is hidden in it.

As long as Fang Shenyan can create some sounds, it can prove the reality of this world.

As for the second question, a round-trip problem was designed.

After seven hours of being lost, Fang Shenyan also considered returning the same way. After all, this was a route with a destination.

But judging from the answer to the second question, this obviously doesn't work.

Based on this thinking, as long as Fang Shenyan creates sound, he can make the world real and get out of the trapped situation.

Thinking of this, Fang Shenyan cheered up and slapped the wall hard.

But the action that was supposed to make a dull sound did not produce any movement, at least he didn't hear it himself.

Fang Shenyan frowned and roared hard, but except for the tremor in his eardrums, he couldn't hear any sound.

"Is it because you have been lost for too long?"

He patted his ears and seemed to realize the problem.

This is the rule.

The rule is that he can no longer hear sounds from outside unless...

Just like before, the bones and joints in the body vibrate.

Almost while thinking, Fang Shenyan put his left arm into the gap between the two walls.

He took a deep breath and turned around in the opposite direction without any hesitation.

"Crunch!"

The entire arm was twisted in the opposite direction due to the hard wall and strong force, and was suddenly broken at the elbow joint.

The sound of broken bones was deafening in this quiet world.

A flash of color passed overhead, like a shooting star, brief but real.

Fang Shenyan held his head high, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and slowly grabbed his fractured left arm with his right hand.

Suicide against humanity is the courage to survive with a broken arm.

The bone spur on the forearm protruded, and he was grasped by his right hand and twisted bit by bit until the joint was completely broken.

Light blue light, like raindrops on a sultry day, fell from the sky one after another.

The slap on Fang Shenyan's face made him realize reality and survival.

The color of the world returned, and the narrow walls disappeared, replaced by a large, airtight annular space.

In the mainly black venue, there are ten screens across the sky in all directions, with ten game screens on them.

Starting from Gu Qingyun to Ji Li, there are ten store managers, ten progresses, and ten kinds of pictures.

Fang Shenyan, who was on the edge, focused his gaze on the center of the ten screens.

There was a "girl" in school uniform, sitting on a chair, holding a handheld game console with both hands.

He is a true gamer.