Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 122 Ankang No. 4 Mental Hospital 5. What an idiot

There were still numbers written on the small piece of paper in the black unidentified object.

分别是15/26.27，59/70，2/10，198/31，232/68跟74/3，五组数字。

Looking at the inexplicable numbers, He Feng suddenly felt like he was an agent uncovering important secrets.

Li Zhi and the other two were a little confused, but He Feng had already started flipping through the book according to his intuition.

The numbers at the front are confusing and out of order, some are quite large, they might be page numbers, while the numbers at the back might refer to the number of an unknown foreign language.

15 and 26 on page 27.

"Der Herr."

Page 59, No. 70.

“Huchhop.”

Page 2, No. 10.

"Hein."

Page 198, No. 31.

"einebkn."

Page 232, No. 68.

"ja."

Page 74, No. 3.

“Theaterstuck.”

After flipping through the pages, He Feng said he didn't understand and was about to ask about the comments when the book in his hand was snatched away by Shen Zishu.

The young man looked calm, but his heart was beating violently.

He calmly began to guide Li Zhi and the other two, asking them to focus on the main task and talk about how to find the puzzle pieces.

He Feng also participated in the guidance and told them that the information in the book was to find scattered maps rather than draw them.

Seeing that Li Zhi and the others had taken the bait, He Feng used the excuse of trying to get the head nurse to explain things and took the opportunity to leave the ward with Shen Zishu.

The two of them returned to 923, and the audience in the live broadcast room were a little confused.

[These foreign words look familiar, but they are different from what I learned. I can only recognize that the last one means drama, and I can't figure out the others.]

[Does Hege know something? Is it important? These two were so shocked that they replied to 923 directly.]

He Feng ignored the barrage, hooked his arms around Shen Zishu's neck and kissed him. Shen Zishu instantly understood what he meant, put his arms around his waist, moved to the bed, and pressed him on top.

The moment he fell on the bed, He Feng clicked the close button and the live broadcast came to an abrupt end.

The person on his body did not leave, and his warm breath sprayed on the side of his neck, a little hurried.

But it’s not because of the posture of the two people now, it seems like it’s because of sadness, and it seems like it’s because of excitement.

The heart beat in the chest, making a slightly chaotic sound.

Shen Zishu closed his eyes and listened carefully to He Feng's gentle and slow breathing. His disordered heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

For a moment, Shen Zishu didn't know what to say. He just hugged He Feng and let He Feng take him to the bed and sink into the soft quilt.

He Feng didn’t understand the words in the book, Li Zhi and the other two didn’t understand, and the people in the live broadcast room didn’t understand. They didn’t understand and wouldn’t understand.

Only Shen Zishu understood what that meant.

The host enters the game.

"Successful." Shen Zishu said, and he calmed down his emotions again: "Unit 1 was turned against you."

"Yeah." He Feng responded and began to play with Shen Zishu's hair with his fingertips: "What did it say?"

"Host, enter the game." Shen Zishu hugged him tighter: "We succeeded."

"This is a success." He Feng said. He stared at the ceiling and felt a headache. "You waited for five years?"

The person holding him was a little stiff. He Feng tried to suppress the headache. He wanted to ask something, but the words couldn't come out of his mouth. Cold sweat seeped out of his forehead. He Feng gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

Damn it, he just wanted to ask what was the first sentence his boyfriend said when they met. What? Is it illegal to ask this?

You are not allowed to ask this, you are not allowed to ask that, you are not allowed to ask anything, I will chop you off sooner or later.

The achievement system that heard He Feng’s inner voice: …

The desire to help suddenly disappeared, haha.

This time the headache lasted for more than ten minutes before He Feng had the strength to open his eyes.

He now looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. His clothes and hair were wet, and even Shen Zishu, who was holding him, was wet.

It's nothing, it just hurts so much that I break out in cold sweats.

"Old Deng." He Feng gathered all his strength and cursed: "Are you really not afraid of torturing me to death, huh?"

"..."

"I will bite you to death, do you believe it?"

He Feng wanted to curse back, but Shen Zishu kissed him and he instantly stopped talking.

Looking at the pale young man, Shen Zishu's eyes were red: "I'll carry you to take a bath, okay?"

"Okay." He Feng agreed immediately: "Let's take a bath together, but the live broadcast room has been so lively just now, it's not good to do nothing, right?"

Shen Zishu's Adam's apple rolled, and he picked up He Feng horizontally.

There was no bathtub in the bathroom of the ward, but Shen Zishu had money.

The bathtub, which was large enough to accommodate two people, was filled with water, and Shen Zishu and his people stepped in.

The warm water relieved his tired body, and He Feng took the initiative to climb onto Shen Zishu's neck.

But the savior who wanted to sacrifice himself was suppressed by his believers.

Although he was clearly trying hard to hold it back, Shen Zishu acted as if he didn't feel anything and just coaxed He Feng to stop making trouble.

He Feng: ...

Huh? He's making a fuss? He's making a fuss about anything!

They are a couple, so what's wrong with something happening between them?

He Feng narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth: "Are you not capable?"

Shen Zishu, who was obviously very capable, nodded repeatedly, scrubbed He Feng clean, wrapped him in a bath towel and placed him on the sofa, then changed the bed sheets that were soaked with cold sweat.

Because the bath towel was wrapped too complicatedly, before He Feng could break free, Shen Zishu replaced the bed with a new one, stuffed He Feng in it, wrapped him up, and went back to the bathroom.

He Feng, who was wrapped like a silkworm pupa: ...

hehe:)

Afterwards, He Feng started a unilateral cold war. Specifically, when Shen Zishu coaxed him, he pretended not to hear; when Shen Zishu apologized, he closed his eyes; when Shen Zishu pretended to be pitiful and was about to cry, he kissed him as a comfort.

After being angry for half an hour, He Feng reopened the live broadcast room.

The audience that came in again started to make a noise when they saw He Feng curled up in bed listlessly.

[Oh my~ I tried to get the head nurse to tell me something, but ended up telling me about the bed?]

[Hehehe, Goff is pretty good at that. It’s been almost an hour.]

[Brother He, if you have the guts, don’t turn off the live broadcast next time! I’m asking you if you dare!]

He Feng smiled and started silencing everyone.

He wasn't very angry just now, but after seeing the comments in the live broadcast room, he got angry again.

He didn't understand why Shen Zishu could still hold back.

Looking at his boyfriend's back as he cooked seriously, He Feng couldn't stand it any longer. He asked, "Are you worried about something?"

Shen Zishu paused, and the chicken wing on his chopsticks instantly fell into the pot. The splashing oil burned the back of his hand red, but Shen Zishu didn't react at all. He just asked back calmly: "Have you read the book Xiao Qian gave you?"

He Feng coughed lightly, feeling a little unnatural, but confident: "No, what's the problem? What's the problem?"

Listening to the young man's arrogant words, Shen Zishu chuckled helplessly: "You opened a live broadcast room?"

"It's open." He Feng was a little puzzled: "Why?"

"Turn it off." Shen Zishu picked up the pot and shook it. The chicken wings turned over with the movement, revealing the golden color that was cooked to perfection. "The following words cannot be broadcast."

Add the seasonings into the pot and start the slow cooking process for the chicken wings.

The live broadcast room was closed again because of a word from Shen Zishu, and the savior was pressed on the bed by his believers and kissed until he couldn't breathe.

"Just look at me." Shen Zishu said as he bit He Feng's Adam's apple. His voice was hoarse and his peach blossom eyes were already filled with lust. Shen Zishu licked his teeth marks and said, "Just look at me alone."

The unknown things suddenly made He Feng a little flustered, but more of nervous. His chest began to rise and fall, and He Feng couldn't help but clench the quilt under his hands.

But Shen Zishu did nothing. He just looked down at He Feng, with a smile on his lips, which easily dazzled He Feng's eyes.

"My dear, I am actually a person who doesn't know how to be satisfied. I will take advantage of others' misfortune to continue." Shen Zishu brushed the hair on He Feng's face, revealing the beautiful eyebrows and eyes of the man under him: "But I can't bully you who knows nothing, and I can't possess you when you are already very tired. You can choose everything between us, and I will always listen to your arrangements. Don't listen to other people's words to define yourself. What I want is your own choice after you understand it. Do you understand?"

The chicken wings were being cooked over high heat to collect the juice. Shen Zishu stood in front of the stove, preparing to take them out of the pot. He Feng buried himself in the quilt, completely red.

The bite mark on his thigh was slightly painful, and He Feng resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes.

Help, what should I do if my boyfriend is as charming as a fairy?

Shen Zishu's meaning was very simple, that is to say, He Feng didn't know anything, which was very unfair to He Feng. After He Feng understood those things, he could also be on the top if he wanted to.

He Feng let out a wail.

On top? Looking at this pitiful, aggrieved, self-sacrificing big dog who has been enduring all this time, would you choose to be on top?

What the hell, he almost banged his head against the wall for Shen Zishu. Why did his boyfriend still care about this?

But we cannot say that Shen Zishu is unromantic, nor can we say that he is not capable.

He just loves himself too much.

He Feng rubbed his face.

Love someone so much that you can give up on anything, love someone so much that you take this kind of thing very seriously.

He just wanted to give himself the most basic respect.

What a fool.

He Feng's eyes were a little red.

Still a big idiot.

He couldn't remember clearly what happened in the past, but he could guess roughly. However, seeing Shen Zishu's reaction, He Feng felt a little uncomfortable.

How come his boyfriend is so nice? Woohoo, thanks to Xiaobu. Even though Xiaobu is a good-for-nothing, he really has to thank Xiaobu, otherwise he wouldn’t have met his boyfriend.

He Feng lay alone until dinner time when Shen Zishu dug him out of bed. The small table on the bed was set up and there were boneless chicken wings in the bowl. He Feng was so happy that he wanted to hug Shen Zishu and kiss him madly.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw a red spot on the back of Shen Zishu's hand, and he instantly went into panic mode.

After buying the burn ointment, He Feng remembered that the healing potion was more effective than the burn ointment. He hurriedly took out the healing potion and watched Shen Zishu drink it obediently. He breathed a sigh of relief when the redness on the back of his hand disappeared.

"I like you." Shen Zishu, who didn't expect He Feng to be so nervous, chuckled, stretched out his hands to hold his lover in his arms, lowered his head and buried it in the other's neck and rubbed it: "I like it very much."

"You're lying." He Feng rubbed Shen Zishu's head: "You obviously love me very much."

Shen Zishu smiled: "Well, I love you very much."

The meal was sweet and after it, He Feng began to care about why the horror game system wanted to enter the game.

In other words, in what form did it enter the game, and why was Unit 1 turned against the game?

Shen Zishu knew a little about the horror game system.

After the cube form of Oni King Chess was blown up, the horror game system should have escaped back to its hiding place in the form of data, and the data entered the backup machine.

Shen Zishu guessed that the backup machine should be in the shape of a human, and might have been developed a long time ago, but had never been put into use. It just so happened that the main machine was destroyed this time, so it could only input data into the backup machine.

As for Unit 1, no one knows. Perhaps the destruction of Units 8 and 6 had touched it a little, and it chose to surrender.

He Feng said "oh" and snuggled into Shen Zishu's arms.

He pinched Shen Zishu's fingers, and an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Isn't it that the Gou system entered the game because I said it doesn't understand human emotions?" He Feng asked, with a hint of laughter in his voice: "Isn't it that he entered the game to prove to me that he understands human emotions?"

Shen Zishu raised his eyebrows and suddenly felt that what He Feng said made sense.

But He Feng was too lazy to think about the reason now. After all, his biological clock was there, and He Feng fell asleep in a second.

Shen Zishu looked at the person in his arms and leaned over to kiss He Feng on the forehead.

*

In the dim main space, Shen Zhu slumped on the ground, asking Unit 1 to search for a name over and over again.

"Ding! Zhang Yun is dead!"

"Continue." Shen Zhu gritted his teeth and said, "Continue!"

"Ding! Zhang Yun is dead!"

"Ding! Zhang Yun is dead!"

"Ding! Zhang Yun is dead!"

……

Until the 1896th time, Unit 1 always gave only one answer.

"Ding! Zhang Yun is dead!"

Shen Zhu couldn't believe it.

He staggered to his feet and rushed to Unit 1, hugged the little cube and shouted, "How could he die! How could he die! Brother Zhang was joking with me just a second ago! Why would he die! You are wrong! You are wrong!"

Unit 1 sensed the host's emotional breakdown and broadcast again.

"Ding! Zhang Yun is dead!"

Shen Zhu was stunned for a moment, then he let go of her hand and fell back to the ground, "Search, Kong Ruyi."

"Ding! Player information is as follows!

Player Name: Kong Ruyi

Health: 37/100

Luck value: 59/100

Spirit value: 62/100

Ability value: 49/100

Talent: "Echo"

Overall rating: E-

Next copy level: Low level

Current location: Player Island No. 8

"Send me to Player Island No. 8." Shen Zhu closed his eyes: "Send me to where Kong Ruyi is."

"Ding! Received command from host! Transmission started immediately!"

After a dizzy feeling, Shen Zhu saw the small home that Kong Ruyi described to him.

It was obviously very dilapidated and there was a big hole in the roof, how could it be warm?

Shen Zhu closed his eyes and pushed the door open.

The kind-looking woman was now sitting on the ground. Her originally black hair had turned more than half white. Her eyes were empty, and no one knew where she was looking.

"Sister Ruyi." Shen Zhu swallowed the sobs he was holding back: "Is it..."

"Xiao Zhu." Kong Ruyi turned her head to look at Shen Zhu, and she grinned: "Your big brother Zhang will never come back."

Shen Zhu couldn't hold back his tears, he knelt on the ground and hugged the woman in his arms.

"I'm sorry." Shen Zhu said, "I'm sorry."

Now that she had someone to rely on, Kong Ruyi finally couldn't help but break down and cry. Her tears wet Shen Zhu's clothes, and her wailing voice deeply hurt Shen Zhu's heart.

After venting her anger, Kong Ruyi was helped to stand up by Shen Zhu. She patted Shen Zhu on the shoulder and comforted him, "I don't blame you, I don't blame you. Your brother Zhang will be very happy to see that you are okay. I know him, so don't blame yourself. I don't blame you. I never blame you."

Shen Zhu closed his eyes.

He did not kill the BOSS, he just knocked it out so that he could use it next time. But Zhang Yun didn't know that and thought he had killed the BOSS, so he kept praising him.

After spending the past few days together, Shen Zhu has become familiar with the two people. He quite likes these two humans and is prepared to give them a little protection.

But at this moment, the fainted BOSS woke up and stabbed Zhang Yun in the abdomen with a claw.

The person who was joking with him just now suddenly fell in a pool of blood and was unable to stand up.

Shen Zhu was so angry that when he came to his senses, the boss had already been killed by him.

After the copy ended, he returned to the main space and began to search for Zhang Yun over and over again.

All you get is death.

Brother Zhang is really dead.

Kong Ruyi in front of him pretended to be strong and wanted to cook for him.

Shen Zhu smiled and suddenly thought, it would be better if he hadn't dragged the two of them into the game.

But after thinking about it, he just stood there in a daze.

It shouldn't be so indecisive. Human beings are the necessary sacrifices of the greatest invention. If it pities this one person, what about the others? Should it pity them all?

It is the most powerful system, he does not need to have this kind of emotion.

Kong Ruyi wiped her hands and came out to ask Shen Zhu if he wanted to eat anything, but there was no sign of the young man in the empty courtyard.

While she was confused, Kong Ruyi's body softened and she fell into someone's arms.

The horror game system pursed its lips as it watched Kong Ruyi die instantly without any pain.

Anyway, she is so weak that she will die sooner or later. It sent Kong Ruyi to see Zhang Yun in advance. She should be grateful to it.

But why does that thing called heart hurt so much?