[Congratulations to the player for clearing the copy [Ghost Husband]. Please choose the following players: 1. Enter the game space to rest; 2. Directly enter the next game copy]

Lan Min was already in sage mode. He was a little curious about the game space and chose 1 without hesitation.

【Enter the game space】

Lan Min thought about what the game space would look like after clearing the level. He had read unlimited novels and thought that there might be a lively game hall waiting for him, or a system space that would allow him to customize. He wanted to

Put a big sun there so that he can bask in the sun every day without harming him.

But the real game space disappointed him.

It seems to be a dark prison.

"Is this the so-called game space?" Lan Min laughed angrily.

All he could perceive was darkness, he couldn't hear any sounds, couldn't see anything, it seemed that all his five senses were sealed, and only his thinking was active.

Rubbish game. Lan Min has no expression on his face.

I don't know how long it took before Lan Min was finally able to enter the dungeon.

[Copy 2 writer’s script]

[You are the puppet on the tip of the writer's pen, and your tragic fate that has been destined for a long time is written by him...]

[Clear mission: Achieve a good ending in the writer's script. 】

[Warm reminder: Writers love tragedy.]

In the endless darkness, a bloody path gradually appeared, spreading from far to near to Lan Min's feet.

Wow! Countless pale ghost hands grabbed Lan Min's ankles and pulled him into the copy world.

It was like standing on the top of a tall tower in a dream, and then a hand pushed her from behind, and Lan Min suddenly woke up.

Squeak.

The office chair under him made an unpleasant sound because of his movements. The movements were too intense, and Lan Min's ears roared for a while, and his heart beat fast. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled to calm his nerves.

Body.

In front of him is a messy desk with messy things piled on it.

The most eye-catching thing is the resignation letter placed at the top of the document:

Dear leader, I would like to thank the company for cultivating me. Now due to physical reasons, I can no longer work normally. I would like to resign here and ask the leader for approval——

Stopped abruptly.

The notes of this short resignation letter are very messy, as if they were written by a primary school student who just learned to hold a pen. The last stroke is drawn out very long, forming an awkward arc.

hook.

Lan Min glanced at the pile of documents on the upper right side of the resignation letter, which was obviously a hole made by his elbow.

It seems that he suddenly lost consciousness while writing his resignation letter.

Lan Min turned to look out the window. It was night outside, with a few scattered lights emitting faint light in the incomparable darkness.

The hour hand of the clock hanging on the wall has already pointed to 10 o'clock in the evening.

Lan Min stood up from the chair and frowned.

He is the only one in this office.

The corridor outside was empty, and the bright light reflected off the white walls, making it dazzling.

"Ding dong!"

The cell phone buzzer sounded from the desk drawer.

Lan Min opened the drawer and picked up the phone.

"Come up." The brief command contained a meaning that could not be refused.

Lan Min stared at the note in front of the news.

"Master..." Lan Min read slowly and quietly.

In addition to the mobile phone, there is also a work badge in the drawer.

Name: Lan Min

Department: Logistics

Grade:d

The white-haired young man on the work badge wears a white shirt that doesn't fit well. His bangs are a little long. His shy eyes are looking at the camera with a bit of embarrassment. His soft smile is full of expectations for his future life.

He has exactly the same appearance as him, but he looks like a rabbit. You can trick him into spinning around if you give him a carrot.

Lan Min stared at the badge for a few seconds. The red ribbons on the badge were folded neatly, like a well-behaved student's homework.

The introduction of the dungeon is equivalent to no one, and when nothing is clear, following the character design is naturally Lan Mo's best choice.

The phone in the palm of my hand flashed again.

"In three minutes, appear in front of me with your resignation letter."

It was still a brief instruction, and it was expected that the young man who had finished writing his resignation letter would still obey.

Lan Min looked at the camera flashing at him. The "master" was looking at him through the camera.

His every move and every expression was caught in the eyes of the so-called "master".

Lan Min lowered his eyes, put his cell phone in his pocket, and followed the order, taking the resignation letter with one word missing, and folded it into a square shape.

He stood up from the chair and staggered uncontrollably.

After leaning on the table for too long, I suddenly got up and twisted my waist.

Sharp pain came from the right side of his waist. Lan Min hissed slightly and squatted down.

This scene was captured by the "owner" on the other side of the camera.

New messages enter the old mobile phone screen.

"You hurt your body again."

He seems to be caring about his body.

But Lan Mo knew that this was just the behavior of the "slave" that caused losses to the property belonging to the "master".

In this company, "he" is controlled by another person.

The resignation letter on the table was probably "his" greatest resistance, but it also exhausted all of "his" courage.

Every word written under the gaze of the camera and the stiff and trembling strokes tell the writer's tremendous mental pressure and deep-seated fear.

The "master" is sitting behind the camera, enjoying his prey's useless struggle.

"Yes... no... get up." A harsh voice came out from between the teeth of the young man who was still enduring pain.

The white-haired young man lowered his head, as if he had been struck. He knew very well that for his "master", he had made a serious mistake.

"Lift up your shirt." The screen flashed again before it went off.

The camera changed its angle.

Lan Min didn't move immediately. After coming over for a while, he slowly turned his hand around his knee.

"It hurts too much"

This movement moved her waist, and Lan Min took a deep breath, then retracted her hands and hugged her knees again.

"It hurts so much." The white-haired young man repeated in a low voice, and the rabbit whose ears were grabbed ridiculously begged the predator for mercy.

The camera's red light flashes.

"continue."

Two cruel words.

The white-haired young man was silent, his bangs hanging down covering his eyebrows. Only the tip of his nose could be seen twitching, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

The fingers on his knees have already wrinkled his suit pants.

Finally, he reached his hands behind his back again.

Snap.

Tears slowly dripped from the moist eyes, and there were a little dark traces of moisture on the suit pants.

His sweaty hands finally grabbed a corner of the shirt, and the cold sweat on his palms made the shirt wet.

"It hurts..." He slowly raised his hand, and the weak sound of pain that the white-haired young man made was masked by his thick nasal voice.

The white shirt was lifted up at a corner.

Above the black belt, redness and swelling appeared suddenly on the snow-white skin.

The night breeze came in through the half-open window, and the young man's body tensed up and he trembled unconsciously.

The white-haired young man kept moving his hands, waiting for the next order.
To be continued...