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Chapter 110 Death(2/2)

"What on earth is that?"

Du Wenhan's voice was urgent.

"I don't know either. Anyway, just be cautious."

At this time, the light in the distance of the subway station suddenly dimmed little by little, like a black tide rushing towards this direction.

Oops......

Fan Ren frowned. Darkness was a very bad situation for them, but it was powerful against the man in the peaked hat who seemed to be a cat.

Cats have night vision.

No, we must find a way to use special bullets to effectively kill the cat-faced monster before darkness completely envelopes the subway station.

Holding the heated barrel of the Eternal Spear, Fan Ren took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down completely.

I have crossed the edge of death time and time again before, and I will definitely be able to do it this time too.

By the way, that might work.

The lights at the subway station were still slowly turning off, and they were almost there.

"Du Wenhan."

"What's wrong?"

"You must follow whatever I say next, just like what is taught in the police school, obey orders and follow instructions. Do you understand?"

"..."

Du Wenhan was silent for a few seconds, and then replied at the top of his lungs:

"Understood, sir!"

"Now come out of the cover and run toward nine o'clock. There is an exit over there."

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Wenhan ran straight to the nine o'clock direction without any hesitation.

City A.

In the dark living room.

Lin Anran, who was sleeping on the computer desk, suddenly woke up. His face was pale, and he began to breathe heavily. Sweat that had lost its temperature and turned cold was still dripping from his forehead.

He had a nightmare, an extremely terrifying nightmare, but strangely, when he tried to recall it again, he could not recall any details about the dream.

Only the remaining beating of the heart and the body's overreaction warned of the horror of the nightmare just now.

Lin Anran took a deep breath, then raised her hand to wipe away the sweat from her forehead.

He stared intently at the faintly fluorescent computer screen in front of him, and then shakily pulled out a cigarette from the crumpled cigarette case at hand.

As the lighter sounded, the flickering flames dispersed the coldness and darkness in the living room.

Light a cigarette.

Take a sharp breath.

Smoke rings appeared around the man and then dissipated.

Over and over again, like a cycle.

Lin Anran completed a series of actions skillfully. It was obvious that he was a long-time smoker.

In the dim light of the computer screen, the man's face was looming in the haze, becoming blurred.

Listening to the voice of the game anchor on the computer, coupled with the numbness of cigarettes.

The palpitations have eased a bit.

But the trembling feeling caused by the nightmare never went away, like a gangrene attached to the bone, which made Lin Anran scratch his heart with a hundred claws.

He always thought it was a bad omen, he smiled bitterly.

Taking another deep puff, Lin Anran extinguished the half-grey cigarette butt in the old ashtray.

Suppressing the fear and anxiety in his heart that had refused to leave for a long time, the man started his work.

He picked up the mouse, used the permissions, raised the knife and put the computer in the live broadcast room, banning the trolls who kept making bad comments to the anchor.

At this moment, he seemed like a battlefield commander in charge of killing.

This is the job of Lin Anran, a live broadcast room manager and operator.

The handsome male anchor currently broadcasting the game is his friend who grew up in the orphanage, named Fan Ren.

Based on the rapid development of VR technology and the renewed popularity of the concept of the metaverse.

The gaming and accompanying live streaming industries, which had been gradually declining, have made a comeback and even have greater room for development.

Game anchor has become one of the hottest jobs in this new century.

Fan Ren is one of the best.

Thinking about it, Lin Anran glanced at the VR game warehouse placed in a corner, and began to feel a little emotional about the greatness of this thing called science.

It was the VR game warehouse developed by this parallel group that prompted the advent of the Metaverse gaming era.

This VR game warehouse can read all the user's data, copy the user's body, appearance and other conditions, and completely load it into the game, so that the user can experience the game immersively.

After completely deleting and banning some of the slanderous comments on the barrage that were obviously made by trolls from other anchors, Lin Anran stretched himself.

So cold!

The man shuddered unconsciously.

He tightened his tight shirt, and an unexplained coldness spread from the soles of his feet to his upper body, and goosebumps appeared on his exposed arms.

It's still hot in summer during the day, but it gets so cold at night?

I heard the sound of rustling water outside the window.

Lin Anran turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was already evening, and the sky was as dark as if it had been splashed with ink.

Silky light rain fell on the window, slightly blurring the neon glitz reflected in the transparency outside.

Occasionally, there are bright white snakes swimming among the dark clouds, but their bodies are only seen but their sounds are not heard, as if they are brewing something.

Oh, no wonder it's so cold, it's raining.

Lin Anran raised his eyebrows. Apart from the uneasiness, he also felt some inexplicable disharmony in his heart.

Just when I was about to think about it, there was a knock on the door.

Without thinking much, he moved the gaming chair, walked to the door, and looked out through the peephole.

He is a man wearing gray and white overalls.
Chapter completed!
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