After winning the victory, Xiaoting immediately took off the line after teleporting from the script...

Siyu and Bei Ling naturally felt that Xiaotan's performance was a bit strange. However, Feng Bujue, who knew a little about the situation, immediately said with an unquestionable and firm attitude: "I have a clear idea of ​​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, when such a thing happened, Bei Ling and Si Yu had no intention of continuing to play, and the two of them went offline to rest.

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

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

He scratched the messy hair on his head and crawled out of the game cabin, "Huh... make a call..." He hesitated for a second, "No... go directly to his house, it's better to chat with him in person."

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

"You are not allowed to go anywhere." A voice suddenly rang out.

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

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

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

"Hehehe...I don't think it's a good idea to get a knife." The person on the sofa let out an extremely sinister smile.

Feng Bujue heard the laughter of Ji, and his body froze immediately. His brain ran rapidly, and almost a second he remembered where he had heard this sound.

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

Bang-

Woody snapped his fingers and the lights in the living room were just light up.

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

Feng Bujue looked at the four-eyed boy in suit and tie on the sofa, and was silent for two seconds, then said, "How did you come in? What do you want to do?"

"Haha...it's very interesting..." Woody smiled, "You didn't ask me how I got your address, but asked me directly how I came in, which means you have already made a guess about the way I got your information."

"Hmph... I never expected those game companies to 'respect users**' as they promised." Feng Bujue said, "Even if the information after the neural connection is controlled by the light brain, the personal information I filled in on the forum is always backed up by your dream company..."

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

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

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

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"I had no need to tell me the pictures, sounds and so on in my memory. I had digested them a minute ago."

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Feng Bujue's mind flashed through his mind, and he sneered: "Hmph... it's mysterious. Do you want to say that you can read other people's memories?"

"Don't you believe it?" Woody said, "If I can't, then...how did I learn about the incident of 'Wang Tanzhi killing someone ten years ago'."

Feng Bujue's expression changed drastically, and countless assumptions flew past his consciousness.

"Your thinking is fast, but you still haven't gotten out of the norm," Woody said. "If you can recognize the existence of supernatural powers, our conversation can go smoother." He tilted his head and laughed again. "That way... the question of 'how did this four-eyed boy turn on the light' can also be temporarily removed from your thinking queue."

"I understand... your company's game cabin can completely steal players' memory information." Feng Bujue was still making reasoning with common sense standards.

"Hehe... haven't given up on science yet?" Woody turned his head, "Then... Assas, how about saying something."

"The only silly boss like you, who is the silly young man, will use it." Asas walked over from the corner of the house. It was really talking... and it made a voice with a young woman's surname.

"Uh..." Feng Bujue's thinking shorted for two seconds for a while, and he looked at Woody again, "Is it a ventral..."

"I can't make my throat so sharp." Woody said.

Assas jumped onto the sofa and climbed to the upper edge of the backrest and lay down, "I know, you will infer next... I have a microphone hidden..." It paused, "But if you dare to take the opportunity to touch you outside my head, I will tear you to 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 station's prank show! Ding must have been passive... The cat's body or collar is hidden..."

Scream—

Woody's fingers swayed gently in the air, and the next second, one of Feng Bujue's legs was cut off from his thighs.

With a gurgle... Brother Jue's leg fell to the ground, and he himself was stunned for two seconds, then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Don't worry, this is called cross-dimensional cutting. Look, you don't bleed or feel pain at all." Woody smiled, "Hehe... Then... how should 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 no blood overflowed from the cross-section, and the half of his thigh looked the same.

"Do you want to study for a while? Or do you ask me to help you pick up your legs immediately?" Woody asked.

"Come back..." Feng Bujue returned to his calm.

Woody snapped his fingers, and Brother Jue's broken leg flew up on his own, and returned to his master's body, and even his broken pajamas recovered as before.

"Sit down and say." Woody made a gesture of asking for help.

Feng Bujuexu looked at Woody intently, slowly walked to the opposite side of the other party and sat down, "So... vampires, zombies, ghosts, Tathagata Buddha... are these real?"

"Why do the four items you mentioned have a sense of incongruity..." Asas complained.

"Some are true," Woody replied, "and some...hehe... were made up by you humans themselves."

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

"Yes." Woody replied.

"Also said..." Feng Bujue tried hard to recall every word from the other party when he met last time, "Where are you from, where will I go..."

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

"That's not." Feng Bujue said, "but... I want to confirm that the time I went there should not be the nearest?"

"Are you worried about the shadow in your mind?" Woody smiled, "Hehe... haven't noticed it yet? When I was in the same room with you, you've regained your fear."

Feng Bujue suddenly changed color when he heard this. He suddenly had an idea and a terrible speculation. He looked up at Woody and asked in a deep voice: "Is it you... doing something to my brain?"
Chapter completed!