Chapter 8 The Death of Han Luo
Yes, there must be hidden dangers in this game!
As soon as this thought came into Xiao Jie's mind, he couldn't get rid of it immediately.
But what's the danger in playing a game?
The game is not reality. Even if you are killed by a monster, you will not really die. Besides, if you die, you will have to start over - no! Damn it!
Xiao Jie suddenly thought of something. This game seems to be impossible to play again. After Han Luo died, not only could he not be resurrected, he could not even create a new account. Before, he was just surprised. Now he thought of the game. The strange phenomenon that his skills could be brought into reality immediately gave him an unpleasant association.
If the game can directly affect the player's body, allowing the player to master abilities that he or she does not have.
So does it mean that bad things in the game will also be reflected on the players, for example - death!
No! No! How could something so outrageous happen in the world...
Xiao Jie talked to himself, trying hard to calm down, but the shadow in his heart made him feel more and more uneasy. Since such weird things can happen even when game skills are brought into reality, then death in the game will follow death in reality. It seems logical.
The less I want to think this way, the more I can't help but connect these elements together.
No, we have to find Han Luo quickly!
Xiao Jie didn't buy any fruit, turned around and rushed to Haitian Food House.
When Xiao Jie ran into Haitian Food House, Han Luo had just finished the battle, stroking his stomach and burping.
"It's great. I haven't eaten so satisfactorily for a long time. Hey, Brother Xiao, why are you back? Where's the fruit?"
Xiao Jie was slightly relieved when he saw Han Luo's appearance.
Fortunately, it's okay.
You must be overthinking it, right?
"How do you feel?" he asked with concern.
"How's it going? Ah, you're talking about this meal. It's very enjoyable, but... hmm? That's..."
Han Luo's face suddenly changed slightly and he looked behind Xiao Jie.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Jie glanced behind him, but found nothing.
"I feel something's not right, I feel..." Han Luo's face turned pale, as if he felt something. He groped around, stood up from his seat in a panic, and stepped back.
"Something's wrong, something's really wrong, Brother Xiao, I-ah!"
A shrill scream suddenly sounded from Han Luo's mouth, and then Xiao Jie saw a scene that frightened him. An invisible force tore Han Luo's stomach apart silently, as if there was an invisible blade cutting it. Han Luo's body.
One knife...two knives...three knives...
Abdomen, diaphragm, chest.
Blood splattered everywhere, internal organs flowed out, and white bone stubble could even be seen in the crack on the chest. The blood splashed onto Xiao Jie's face, burning hot.
Han Luo covered the wounds with both hands and screamed, with a fearful and twisted expression on his face, "Brother Xiao...save me...save me."
He stretched out his hand towards Xiao Jie, and the next second, the screams suddenly stopped.
Han Luo's head suddenly flew up, and a fountain of blood spurted out from the broken neck. Han Luo's head rolled down to Xiao Jie's feet, his eyes wide open, his face full of fear and pain, and the headless one The body also slumped down.
Xiao Jie looked at Han Luo's face on the ground. His mind went blank, as if he was in a nightmare. For a few seconds, he even had the urge to slap himself to wake him up.
He touched his face, but felt sticky blood.
As he had guessed before, death in the game also means death in reality.
My guess turned out to be true...
The frightened screams of diners sounded around him, but he couldn't hear any sounds and his whole body froze in place.
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"Name?"
"Xiao Jie."
"age?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Profession?"
"Game Studio Director."
The policeman across the interrogation table looked at him in surprise and wrote the words "freelancer" on the paper.
"What is your relationship with the deceased?" "He is my employee, my - friend."
Xiao Jie said painfully that until now he still can't believe that Han Luo died like this, the guy who was always cheerful, the best friend who still followed him after the studio was disbanded.
He still remembered what Han Luo said when he stayed - [As long as I am an employee, the studio will still be a studio, and you, the boss, will still be the boss. But if I leave too, then you will be alone. La, don’t worry, Brother Xiao, I will follow you from now on. Let’s make the studio bigger and stronger together and create greater glory].
A sad smile appeared on Xiao Jie's lips, and then his memory was interrupted by the questioning voice from the other side.
"Do you have anything to say about the cause of death of the deceased?"
Xiao Jie looked up at the policeman and opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start.
Because he died in the game, he died in reality too? Just thinking about it in your mind, you know how absurd it is. Can the other party believe it? Shouldn't I be considered mentally ill?
But other than saying this, how else can we explain it?
How about just pretending to be stupid?
Just as he was hesitating how to speak, the door of the interrogation room suddenly opened.
A man wearing a black trench coat walked in.
"Okay, Officer Li, I will take over from now on."
The policeman in charge of the interrogation was a little dissatisfied, but the figure of the chief appeared behind the man and nodded to him, so the policeman could only walk out with a straight face.
The interrogation room door was closed.
The man in the black windbreaker sat down directly opposite Xiao Jie, picked up the file on the table, glanced at it casually, shook his head, and threw the file aside.
"Would you like to smoke?" he said, taking out a cigarette and handing it over.
Xiao Jie shook his head politely.
The black windbreaker didn't take it seriously and put the cigarette back into the cigarette case. Then he leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Xiao Jie's face. It’s the same as digging out hidden information.
Just when Xiao Jie was a little annoyed at being stared at, the man in black suddenly sat up straight.
"Mr. Xiao, let me guess, you guys played a game before."
Xiao Jie's heart skipped a beat and he raised his head suddenly. His intuition told him that the other party must know the inside story of this matter.
"That's right, it's a game called "Old Earth"." He said word by word, looking at the other person's face as well, but the black windbreaker only had a faint expression, without any emotion.
"That friend of yours died in the game?"
Xiao Jie was almost certain that the other party knew the hidden secrets of this game.
"Yes, so my friend's death is related to that game?" he asked, trying not to sound like he knew anything about it.
There was a playful expression on the man's face, "Didn't anyone tell you the taboos of this game?"
"Taboo! What taboo?"
The black windbreaker did not explain, but continued to ask: "Then where did you get the game activation code?"
"A gift from an acquaintance." Xiao Jie said, with Liu Qiang's triumphant face appearing in his mind.
"This acquaintance of yours didn't tell you what this game is about?"
"No, he only said that this game is very fun and will change our lives. In fact, he said these words to Han Luo, and it was the activation code that Han Luo brought back."
The man had such an expression on his face, "It seems that your acquaintance doesn't have a good relationship with you. Man, you have been tricked."
Regarding this, Xiao Jie had already roughly figured it out on the way to the police station. Liu Qiang naturally had no good intentions in giving them these two activation codes. He probably wanted them to die in the game.
In such a difficult game, if players leave the village without knowing the death penalty, they will most likely die on their first exploration.
He was able to survive only because he saw that Han Luo could not be resurrected after his death and ended his exploration early, so he narrowly escaped death.
"Liu Qiang...!" Xiao Jie muttered the name silently in his heart, and even his expression became a little distorted.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "What on earth is going on?"
The man held his shoulders and looked at Xiao Jie's twisted face. He seemed to understand something. He sighed and then started to explain.
(End of chapter)