Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 150 Circular Highway 7: Bandit Leader

After a brief silence, He Feng blinked and said, "Let's vote?"

In the end, hotpot won with a score of 5:1:2. Kang Jiankang and Xing Zizhen voted for Malatang, and Du Ruanyuan voted for Chuanchuan. The three of them could not beat the five, so naturally the minority had to obey the majority.

The induction cooker that had appeared in Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital was taken out and placed on the table. It was still a double-pot, with bone soup on one side and beef hot pot on the other.

As the water boiled, the smell of spices wafted out, and the players subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

He Feng greeted them with a smile: "Try my cooking skills, I fried the bottom of the pot!"

Although the horror game mall sells hot pot base, it is not as delicious as the one you make yourself.

Although He Feng said so, he was only responsible for stir-frying after Shen Zishu prepared everything.

"Wow! It smells so good!" Xia Fan clapped his hands vigorously, "Brother is so awesome!"

"It's a piece of cake!" He Feng waved his hands nonchalantly, with a smug look on his face: "It's just a little experiment, I still know how to do this!"

When he said this, the barrage of comments keenly noticed something was wrong.

[Oh~ It’s just a stir-fry~ After all, the ingredients are still from Gefu! ]

[Hahahahaha! I am dying of laughter. What is this, Brother He? Is he taking advantage of the power of others? It reminds me of the time at the Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital.]

[? The one in front, if you want to be banned, don’t bring us along!]

Faced with such comments, He Feng unanimously agreed that they were just jealous.

After all, these people don’t have boyfriends to add spice.

At 12:03 in the copy, half of the dishes on the table had been served. He Feng and the others were not in a hurry to eat. Instead, they looked very leisurely, chatting and laughing constantly.

Originally, the others were about to panic, but seeing the calm and composed He Feng, their emotions were calmed down unconsciously, and they followed He Feng to eat hotpot together.

It was past one o'clock when everyone finished their meal. He Feng gave up his job as usual and left the cleanup to others.

Anyway, he helped pass the plates when his boyfriend was cooking, so it wasn't his job to clean up the mess.

Thinking of this, He Feng yawned.

It has been nearly two months since he entered the horror game. During this long period of time, He Fenglei always falls asleep at the right time. He hardly even dreams. It is outrageous.

Although it was strange, He Feng didn't think it was a bad thing.

He reclined the chair, hooked his finger with Shen Zishu's, and the two of them lay down on it together.

"Why don't you give me some points now, Lao Deng?" He Feng complained to Shen Zishu quietly, "Maybe he can't think of a name."

Shen Zishu chuckled and reached out to brush the hair off He Feng's forehead: "Maybe he has something else to do."

"Maybe." He Feng responded softly and closed his eyes. Sleepiness gradually came over him. He Feng still tried to force himself to kiss Shen Zishu: "Good afternoon, boyfriend——"

Shen Zishu smiled and reached out to hug the person in his arms.

"Hey~ Good afternoon~ boyfriend~"

"Poor." Shen Zishu closed his eyes: "How?"

"Everything is ready, only east wind is missing. Why are you worried about me doing things?" The achievement system replied carelessly, gently repairing the only tiny crack left in front of it: "I'm fine, but you may be in trouble."

Shen Zishu's smile deepened: "He can't bear to do it."

The achievement system rolled its eyes in disdain: "Well, he can't bear to do that."

After the brief conversation, the achievement system continued to struggle with the crack in front of it, while Shen Zishu hugged He Feng and fell asleep.

Although he said that, the achievement system knew that He Feng was indeed reluctant to give up.

What can be done? The achievement system sighed, hoping that Brother He would be angry for a while longer this time so that he could win a game.

At 14:30, He Feng opened his eyes on time again. He stretched and felt more and more comfortable as he slept. Especially since his boyfriend was lying next to him, he could see him as soon as he turned his head.

The moment He Feng woke up, Shen Zishu also opened his eyes. They smiled at each other and hugged each other for a while before getting up.

The bus was quiet. Perhaps it was because He Feng loved to sleep, so all the people who participated in the dungeon with him slept better under his guidance.

For example, in the Dawn Village, there were college students sleeping on a brick bed. Another example was now, except for He Feng and Xia Ren, none of the players were awake.

Seeing He Feng wake up, Xia Ren seemed to have found his backbone.

He stood up and walked to He Feng with the notebook in his hand to show him.

The young man noticed something unusual and became interested in it. He recorded every turn and the conclusion he drew from the data he pieced together was very impressive.

After the bus went crazy in the morning, the loop seemed to have become two hours again.

During these two hours, the car will make a big turn every hour and a slight turn every half hour.

These may not seem like much when viewed separately, but if they are connected together, they look like an infinity symbol.

He Feng frowned slightly as he looked at the infinity symbol on the notebook. He asked softly, "Have you tried it?"

Xia Ren shook his head. He was very excited, but because the others were still asleep, he lowered his voice like He Feng: "No! The bus just passed the second big bend! I just calculated this data!"

"Well done." He Feng patted Xia Ren's shoulder, but he didn't look very interested: "Try it after they wake up."

Xia Ren nodded in agreement.

There weren't many people in his live broadcast room. Some of them came just to watch the fun, and when they saw He Feng like this, they immediately started looking for trouble.

[I’m dying of laughter. This is the number one on the newcomer list? Are you so petty? You look very unconvinced~]

[I understand the first part, but I just can’t accept that the anchor knew the truth before him.]

[Hahaha, the number one on the newcomer list is just like this.]

Xia Ren pursed his lips and moved his fingers to kick out all those who said bad things about He Feng from the live broadcast room. He looked at the noisy comments and said, "Brother He is not that kind of person."

Xia Ren's voice was so soft that He Feng didn't hear it, but Shen Zishu heard it.

He glanced at Xia Ren and thought that this young man could be a good friend, so he said to the barrage: "Are you free? Help Xia Ren."

"Oh?" He Feng looked at Shen Zishu: "What's wrong?"

Shen Zishu shook his head: "I don't know the situation, but I guess it's not something that will make you happy."

[receive! ]

[Hehehe, here I come!]

Different from the orderly live broadcast room of He Feng, Xia Ren's room was full of scum, especially those who were kicked out of the room by him, who started to curse as soon as they came back.

The horror game system will only limit messages related to the copy and will not care about swearing. After all, it would like the players to fight among themselves.

All kinds of dirty words filled the screen, and Xia Ren's eyes darkened.

This reminded him of those people who pointed at his sister and scolded her in the real world.

What was the fate of those people?

The end result was that Xia Ren came to their doors one by one, knocked them to the ground and beat them up severely.

He was about to hide in the toilet to confront those people, but before he could move, a large group of people suddenly rushed into the live broadcast room.

Tips were flying all over the screen, and the audience that poured in started to criticize anyone they caught without mercy.

There weren't many people in Xia Ren's live broadcast room to begin with, and as too many people came in later, those who cursed Xia Ren got scared, so they just left after making some harsh remarks.

[Tsk, what a bunch of cowards! Shrimp brother~hehehe, give sister a kiss~hehehe! ]

[Oh, even though I said this in Hege’s live studio, I still want to say it, baby Shrimp! You are so handsome! ! ]

[? Don’t grab it! The shrimp is mine!]

There was still something Xia Ren didn't understand. He looked up at He Feng with eyes full of gratitude.

He Feng, who had already received the battle report, smiled at him.

Hehe, he is very good at judging people.

[Oh, those people are so filthy, a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, so disgusting! ]

[But our fighting ability is not bad!]

[Indeed! But I also want to ask, Brother He, why are you not interested in the conclusion drawn by Xia Ren?]

He Feng didn't say anything. He raised his index finger and shook it left and right: "Don't say it, don't say it."

Barrage:……

This is the same thing again, isn't it?

At 15:00 in the dungeon, the players woke up one after another. Xia Ren did not hide anything and directly told everyone his guess.

Kang Jiankang clapped his hands, thinking that this must be the case: "You are a smart boy!"

The others were not as clear and direct as Kang Jiankang, but their eyes were full of approval when they looked at Xia Ren, which made Xia Ren feel a little embarrassed.

He cleared his throat and said, "The reason for the loop is that the highway as a whole is a loop symbol."

He finished speaking, but nothing happened.

The reminder announcement for the horror game did not appear, so this one is still wrong.

Xia Ren wilted visibly, and Xia Fan patted his brother's shoulder.

Everyone was in a low mood, except He Feng and Shen Zishu.

[Uh, Brother He, you already knew that this wasn't the reason, right?]

[It looks like that, Brother He, you are awesome.]

"I just think it's not that simple." He Feng shrugged: "But it does have a basis, and it sounds reasonable. Let Xia Ren try it."

[! Then Brother He, do you know the reason for the cycle?]

[That makes sense!]

"Well..." He Feng paused for a moment before continuing, meeting several expectant gazes: "I don't know."

After hearing what he said, Kang Jiankang and others became depressed again.

It has been one day since they entered the dungeon yesterday afternoon, and now half of the second day has passed. How can they not be anxious?

Moreover, Main Mission 2 and Main Mission 3 have not yet been started. There are only three days left. They will not survive when the time is up, so they are naturally a little anxious.

I have thought of everything that can be thought of, what else could it be?

The bus wheel ran over a stone again, and the bus body shook again.

He Feng raised his eyebrows and looked out the car window. The setting sun was still on his side and had not moved.

The sunlight has begun to grow warmer, making the emergency window-breaking hammer on the car window even redder.

Oh wow.

"Well." He Feng began to greet the players: "Do you have room in your backpacks?"

The players nodded one after another. He Feng was satisfied. He clapped his hands and signaled the players to get up and work: "Come on, move."

The circular bus has been in existence for four years.

During these four years, at least eight hundred players died on the bus.

They either died from instigation or from fighting between players. The Cyclic Elf watched with great pleasure, snickering, and just felt that these humans were really fun.

It has never suffered any loss.

Then He Feng came, and as he came he talked to it, hey - isn't he here to make the Cycle Elf suffer?

"Empty the refrigerator. The backpack automatically keeps things fresh anyway, so just put them in there. Even if you don't need them, you can't just leave them here."

"Xiao Fan, you can't pack it like this. You know the woven bags in the mall that cost 5 horror coins each? Buy one and put all these things in it. Yes, if you stuff them in like this, it will only take up one slot!"

"Uh, why are you looking at me like that? Don't you know you can have fun like this?"

Xia Ren and Xia Fan shook their heads frantically, while Kang Jiankang and Xing Zizhen looked as if they had learned something.

He Feng silently turned his gaze to the barrage: "You guys..."

[There should be more people who know.]

[Thank you. I learned it when I saw He Ge doing it.]

[Wow, wow, wow, I don't know! Can you play it like this?! Then why did I expand my backpack?!]

"Hey!" He Feng interrupted the barrage and helped Xia Ren stuff the frying pan into the woven bag: "In order to take away the things in the copy, the living things have to pay, but this dead thing doesn't need to pay, right?"

The whole screen was filled with the words "makes sense", and He Feng smiled with satisfaction.

Yes, that’s how it should be. This child is teachable.

"You're not satisfied with being a bandit yourself, so are you planning to take everyone else with you to be bandits?"

"Do you have any objections?" He Feng continued to help Du Ruanyuan stuff things: "If you have any objections, keep them to yourself. I won't listen to you even if you tell me."

"Do you think I dare to do that, bandit leader?"

"Hehe." He Feng smiled brightly and ordered the players to take away all the blankets and other things on the luggage rack: "We don't want to waste them, don't you think, Flower Seeker?"

Cycle Number Elf: ...

Wuuwuwuwuwu! How it wished it could just faint! How it wished!

At 16:15, the bus compartment was completely cleared.

All daily necessities and pots and pans in the kitchen were packed up and taken away, and even the seats were taken away.

The circular bus was broken into pieces in an instant and could not be seen.

The players’ backpacks were full and they looked at He Feng eagerly.

They all knew that He Feng should have guessed the reason, otherwise he would not have let them raid the place.

He Feng had indeed guessed something. He leaned on Shen Zishu, looked at the empty carriage and smiled without saying a word.

You know what, you really don’t know, it feels really good to be a bandit leader.

"I was so focused on the scenery yesterday that I was really fooled by this broken car." He Feng said, pointing at the sun that had sunk below the horizon outside the window: "According to what Xia Ren said, the trajectory of the bus should be a circular symbol, so it must turn, but what does it mean that this thing has been hanging here all the time? Does the sun follow the car?"

After he mentioned it, the players also realized that something was wrong. They looked at each other, not quite understanding the reason.

"It's very simple." He Feng chuckled: "It's never the road that circulates, it's this bus that circulates."