Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 211 Research Institute 30: Who is the good guy who bites other people's tentacles when

In He Feng's current memory, he fell from the high platform and fell into the water tank that imprisoned him.

And the person who treated him like this was his sister.

He forgot why his sister did that, forgot the pain of the wound, but he could not forget his sister's cold look.

You'll never win, she seemed to be saying as she pushed herself down.

Why can't we win?

He Feng didn't know why he thought like that, just like he couldn't tell whether the sound that wrapped around his ears was the wind or the water. In the end, he survived and broke down emotionally, asking why they didn't believe him and why they didn't choose him.

Why exactly?

The researchers and experimental subjects were sent out one by one by their lovers, and a very familiar shadow appeared in the turbid water.

That touch of light blue completely overwhelmed He Feng's reason.

So many memories rushed to his mind. On one hand, there was the person who pushed him into the water tank, and on the other hand, there was the mermaid who betrayed the entire mermaid clan. One moment she was singing and cooking, and the next moment she was swimming in the sea, killing fishes.

Is she Fu Hua or Marthalia?

He Feng didn't know, but he always remembered that the man betrayed him and chose to stand on the same side as the director.

No matter who the other party is, he can kill him if he deserves to be killed.

The fiery red fish tail swayed, and the adult mermaid swam very fast. In the blink of an eye, He Feng arrived in front of Marthalia.

The mermaid with a light blue tail has completely black pupils, and seems to have no self-awareness at all. Her hands can be called claws, they are very sharp. Yu Ke's ankle was broken because of these hands.

In just a few breaths, the two mermaids had exchanged several moves. In the end, He Feng was better. After dodging the sharp claws, he punched Marthalia in the face.

Although there would be a certain amount of resistance in the water, which would weaken the power of the punch, He Feng's fist was still powerful. After a few punches, Marthalia had lost her power and was floating in the water in despair.

The furious He Feng finally calmed down. He saw clearly the miserable condition of Marthalia's face and her back, and felt a little weak. Just as his tense spirit relaxed, He Feng was hugged by someone.

His eyes were moist and the tears melted into the turbid water. He Feng leaned on Shen Zishu's shoulder and cried.

"Don't they say that mermaids' tears can turn into pearls?" He Feng asked, "Why don't mine turn into pearls? Isn't it because I'm not a mermaid?"

Shen Zishu, who was holding He Feng, paused. He was unable to speak and could only rub He Feng with his cheek.

"I remember I fell from a high place and you caught me, so am I really a mermaid?" He Feng shook his head: "I don't remember."

"Stop it, stop it." Huyan Wanji covered his ears, "If you keep on using the knife, I won't be able to live like this!"

"My emotions are fluctuating quite a bit." Song Tan looked at the data on the screen in front of him that was fluctuating, and suddenly he didn't know what to say next.

It seems that Fu Hua’s betrayal was too painful for Brother He.

He still remembered the time when He Feng's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness emitted a sharp explosion, which was because He Feng met Fu Hua.

In Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital, He Feng saw Fu Hua whose eyes had been gouged out and tongue had been pulled out. His emotions fluctuated greatly and his mental consciousness was unstable. It was only when they made He Feng have a fever that they diverted his attention.

Just like now, even if his memory is confused and all nonsense, He Feng's memory of Fu Hua still seems to be clear.

He knew that Fu Hua had pushed him off the cliff, that Fu Hua had betrayed him, and he also knew how important Fu Hua was to him.

"Everyone is afraid of death. I have thought about retreating, but we agreed that my position can be replaced by someone else. As long as she asks, I will vacate my position and die like everyone else. But why didn't she say anything?"

"Even if I die, I don't want to see her give up on me. I don't want to see anyone give up on me."

"I'm trying my best on the way home. I've been trying my best. I'm trying to fight against the weather. Why don't you wait for me?"

"Nerd, I don't understand, I don't understand." He Feng hugged Shen Zishu's neck and buried his face in his shoulder: "I don't understand the meaning of these words, but I still want to say, did I forget something very important?"

The data slowly returned to normal. Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief, but his mind was filled with what He Feng had said.

When the "risk-taking" plan was initially planned, everyone knew that everyone except He Feng would die.

Were they not afraid? Of course they were.

Have you ever thought about replacing He Feng? Song Tan wanted to say, I really haven't thought about it.

If you ask Huyan Wanji and the others this question, they will definitely get the same answer.

I never thought about it.

First of all, the family-annihilation organization came together because of He Feng. Some people were able to live that long because He Feng was the first to rush forward when something happened, and He Feng's abilities were obvious to all. No one was better at being the implementer than He Feng.

However, perhaps this was the only thing that touched He Feng's nerves. He became a little anxious. Five years ago, He Feng had told them more than once that the implementer could be replaced, and he could also die.

But everyone who participated in the “risky” plan ignored him. Yes, someone could be replaced.

But He Feng is still the most suitable one.

They are thinking about the overall situation in the future, and selfishness will affect everything.

So they were too lazy to pay attention to He Feng and just let the savior worry on his own. It would be fine after a while.

But they think so, does Fu Hua think so too?

Song Tan didn't know, maybe Fu Hua regarded what He Feng said as a joke, a show-off, or maybe she also felt that He Feng would be the most suitable person to implement it, so she didn't tell the horror game system about the "dangerous" plan.

Song Tan had no idea what she was thinking, but he only knew that it had troubled He Feng for a long time.

"I cried." Huyan Wanji's eyes were filled with tears. "It turns out that the little sun is not as bright as he looks. He also doubts himself and questions himself. I cried my heart out."

"We can't wait any longer, but others can." Si Shanyue lowered his eyes, and stroked the stable data on the panel with his fingertips: "Brother He is always like this. His collapse seems to happen in an instant. That bad mood will soon be eaten up by Brother He, leaving us a sunny savior, and all the pain is only exposed to Brother Shen."

Just like the saying goes, the savior will only cry on the shoulder of his believers, and he only shows all his sorrow to Shen Zishu.

It’s not that the savior doesn’t open his heart to them, he just habitually shows them his good side.

But in this way, all the burdens fell on the savior, and he unknowingly added many rules and regulations to himself, binding himself.

No one can change this situation.

Because only He Feng can end all this.

He memorized the name of the savior and naturally took on all the responsibilities.

"We have to keep moving forward." In the silence, Huyan Wanji suddenly laughed out loud: "The second generation members seem to be better than the first generation, and those players are also following Brother He's pace. This time Brother He has a lot of people behind him, so he can keep moving forward."

Perhaps in response to Huyan Wanji, after Huyan Wanji finished speaking, He Feng raised his head, his emotions returned to normal, and he guided the blue-purple flame to devour Marthalia, then led everyone to the director's office.

He would not sort out the disordered memories, as they would eventually be arranged in order. Instead of just standing here pondering the truth that would surely come out, he might as well kill that bastard director.

Seeing He Feng recover, Qian Youlin and Sheng Nancheng breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and hurriedly caught up with He Feng.

Since those with tails swim faster, Qian Youlin pulled Qi Guanju forward together. Sheng Nancheng, relying on his many tentacles, gave a black tentacle each to Lu Ming and Fu Shi.

"Hold it." Sheng Nancheng waved his tentacles, "Why, huh, do you dislike me?"

Lu Ming, who was unable to speak, silently touched the tentacle, as if asking him if it would hurt if he held Sheng Nancheng.

Sheng Nancheng waved his hands disdainfully: "It doesn't hurt, hurry up!"

Hearing Sheng Nancheng's screams, Fu Shi finally opened his mouth. He put the oxygen tube back in his mouth, smiled at the little crybaby, and swam away quickly.

“Fu! Shi!” Sheng Nancheng dragged Lu Ming forward and said, “Who is such a good person that bites other people’s tentacles when they disagree with each other? I give in! It must hurt!”

The people behind were playing and making noises, and He Feng felt a little more relaxed. He held Shen Zishu's hand tightly and led everyone to the director's office.

Unlike other metal doors, the metal door in front seems to be thicker. It should have been specially treated and looks difficult to break.

He Feng did not hesitate at all. He took out the Dawnbreaker, split it into two, and handed the single-edged long sword to Shen Zishu. The two looked at each other and stabbed at the same time.

The metal that was supposedly indestructible was pierced, and the two of them worked together to dig a big hole in it.

Muddy water kept flowing into the director's office.

Duan Ganze covered the wound on his abdomen and looked at the hole in the door with some anger, gritting his teeth.

Just now, those players did not blame each other as he had imagined, but instead quickly found a breakthrough.

Why on earth did the damn horror game system throw Xiao Mu in?

Just to torture him for this moment?

Duan Ganze didn't understand. Seeing that those people were about to leave, Duan Ganze chose to activate his secret weapon.

His dear Marthalia, even if she was turned into a specimen and looked like this, still possessed extraordinary fighting power.

Duan Ganze smiled and turned on the switch.

The formalin in the glass container was quickly drained and fresh water poured in, waking up Marsalya.

But just as the pair of pure black pupils opened, Marthalia suddenly shattered the glass with her sharp claws and stabbed into Duan Ganze's abdomen.

The mermaid who annoyed him still remembered to hurt him even after she died!

Damn it! Damn it!

In severe pain, Duan Ganze struggled to press the button, the bottom of the glass container opened, and Marthalia fell into the passage. Only Duan Ganze was left sitting on the office chair, covering his wound.

The mermaid gene injected long ago began to work, causing the wound to burst and glue together, and the healing process was very poor.

Not as fast as Marthalia's recovery!

Duan Ganze swept everything on the table to the ground, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

So, Marthalia, you must do your best and kill the mermaid with a red tail!