Chapter 395 An Unexpected Visitor

After Xiao Tan won the victory, he immediately went offline after being transferred from the script.

Siyu and Beiling naturally thought that Xiao Tan's behavior was a bit strange. However, Feng Bujue, who knew a little about the situation, immediately said in an unquestionable and firm attitude: "I know about 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 such a thing happened, Beiling and Siyu had no intention of continuing to play, and they both went offline to rest.

Two minutes later, in the real world, Feng Bujue's home.

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

He scratched his messy hair and climbed out of the game cabin, "Huh... make a phone call..." He hesitated for a second, "No... just go to his house once, it's better to talk to him in person."

Brother Jue said a few words and prepared to change clothes.

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

At this moment, Feng Bujue's first reaction was... there was a thief in the house.

At this moment, all the lights in the house were off, and only a few parts on the game cabin were glowing. Feng Bujue couldn't see the other person's position, but this was his own home, and he could tell from hearing that the other person was sitting on the sofa.

Feng Bujue didn't hesitate at all, and immediately rushed out like an arrow from a bow, lowered his body, and rushed to the kitchen.

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

Feng Bujue froze when he heard the sly laugh, and his brain worked quickly, and he remembered where he had heard this voice in almost a second.

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

Snap——

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

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

Feng Bujue looked at the four-eyed guy in a suit on the sofa. After a two-second silence, he said, "How did you get in? What do you want to do?"

"Haha... Very interesting..." Woody smiled, "You didn't ask me how I knew your home address, but asked me directly how I got in, which means you have already guessed how I got your information."

"Hmph... I never expected those game companies to 'respect user privacy' as they promised." Feng Bujue said, "Even if the information after the neural connection is controlled by the optical computer, the personal information I filled in on the forum is always backed up by your Dream Company..."

"Yeah, hehe... I know you don't trust any third-party platform. Including trading websites, express companies, hotel chains, telecommunications departments and even government agencies..." Woody continued, "But please believe that Dream Company absolutely respects player privacy, and your information will never be leaked through us."

"Oh? Then I want to ask, how did you find my home?" When Feng Bujue said this, he had walked to the sofa.

"The answer is in your mind." Woody pushed his glasses, "Think about it again, what did I tell you last time."

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

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Feng Bujue's mind flashed with such a sentence, and he sneered: "Huh... You are trying to be mysterious. Are you trying to say that you can read other people's memories?"

"Don't you believe it?" 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 suddenly changed, and countless assumptions flew through his mind.

"Your thinking is fast, but it still hasn't broken the routine." Woody said. "If you can recognize the existence of supernatural powers, our conversation can go more smoothly." He tilted his head and laughed again. "In that case... the question of 'how did this four-eyed guy turn on the light' can also be temporarily removed from your thinking queue."

"I understand... your company's game cabin can completely steal the player's memory information." Feng Bujue is still reasoning with common sense standards.

"Hehe... Haven't you given up on using science to explain it?" Woody turned his head, "Then... Arthas, come over and say something."

"Such a 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 the voice it made was actually a young woman's.

"Uh..." Feng Bujue's mind was temporarily short-circuited for two seconds, and 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 will then infer... I have a microphone hidden on my body..." It paused, "But if you dare to take the opportunity to touch anywhere 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 not right, hum... This is probably a TV show on people! The lights must have been tampered with... The cat's body or collar is hidden..."

Squeak——

Woody's fingers swung lightly in the air, and the next second, one of Feng Bujue's legs was cut off from the thigh.

With a thud... Brother Jue's leg fell to the ground, and he was stunned for two seconds with a deathly pale face, then lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Don't worry, this is called inter-dimensional cutting. Look, you are not bleeding at all, and you don't feel any pain." Woody said with a smile, "Hehe... Then... How do you explain this? Magic? Hypnosis? Or did you accidentally take a lot 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, skin... Those things were still moving, and there was no blood flowing out of the cross-section, and his own half thigh looked the same.

"Do you want to study it for a while? Or let me help you connect your leg immediately?" Woody asked.

"Connect it back..." Feng Bujue regained his calm.

Woody snapped his fingers, and Jue's broken leg flew up by itself and connected back to the owner, and even his torn pajamas were restored to their original state.

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

Feng Bujue stared at Woody with his eyes wide open, and slowly walked to the opposite side of him and sat down, "So... vampires, zombies, ghosts, Buddha... these are all real?"

"Why do the four items you mentioned have a sense of disobedience..." Arthas complained.

"Some are true." Woody replied, "And some... hehe... are made up by you humans."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue's mind was a little confused, "What... I remember you said... you came from hell?"

"Yes." Woody replied.

"And you said..." Feng Bujue tried to recall every word of the other party when they met last time, "Where you come from, I will go there..."

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

"That's not the case." Feng Bujue said, "It's just... I want to confirm that I didn't go there recently, right?"

"Are you worried about the shadow in your mind?" Woody laughed, "Hehe... Haven't you noticed yet? When I was in the same room with you, you have regained your fear."

Feng Bujue's face changed suddenly when he heard this. He suddenly had an idea, a terrible guess. He looked up at Woody and asked in a deep voice: "Did you... do something to my brain?"

"Ah... Is that right... Hehehe..." 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 answer, hehe..." Another sinister smile, "Let's talk about... the most important question at the moment." He read out a name word by word: "Wang Tanzhi." (To be continued...)