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.

Looking at the woman next to him, Fan Ren's eyes flashed with an imperceptible coldness. He looked away and instantly turned into a standard professional smiling face, then lowered his voice and answered the barrage:

"This is an unreleased game I just got. It's called Parallel Universe of Gods. It's still in the closed beta stage. If you want to buy it, you have to wait for a while. Next, I will explore how to play this game for you."

After answering the barrage, Fan Ren's eyes fell on a middle-aged man sitting in front of the car.

The middle-aged man has a big belly and a shiny face. At this moment, his face is full of anger. He is knocking on the iron fence surrounding the driver's position with his fists, and at the same time, he continues to mutter swear words.

The noise in my ears was caused by this middle-aged man.

"Where is this? Are you kidnapping? Do you know my identity? Stop the car quickly, otherwise you will not get the good news!"

The middle-aged man's voice sounded particularly harsh in the closed space of the bus.

Fan Ren raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at the woman beside him.

The woman still looked like she was sleeping soundly. If she hadn't been breathing evenly, Fan Ren would have thought she was a corpse.

As the middle-aged man banged hard, dents began to appear on the smooth surface of the iron fence.

Except for the woman who was sleeping to death, the attention of the entire bus of passengers was attracted by the middle-aged man.

Like Fan Ren, everyone just sat in their original positions and watched without making any unnecessary moves.

Are you also a beta player?

Before Fan Ren could think about it any further, the horrific scene in front of him tore his mind apart.

"It has been detected that tourists are trying to attack the driver, die!" the machine's cold voice sounded.

As soon as he finished speaking, distorted ripples appeared in the air around the middle-aged man, and then his neck made a tooth-breaking rattling sound.

The man's head started to rotate 360 ​​degrees like clockwork.

Bright red splashed, and the protruding eyeballs were thrown out with centrifugal force, making it ferocious and terrifying.

Everyone watching the show was stunned, and silence filled the bus. Then, a sharp sound broke the eerie silence, and chaos and noise began to take place in the bus.

Even though they had learned from the past, two people still hammered the iron fence at the driver's seat in disbelief, trying to make the driver stop.

The mechanical voice came as promised: "Tourist attempted to attack driver detected, die!"

The reappearance of a scene that makes one's body go cold.

Countless question marks popped up in the live broadcast room.

[This is what I can watch without paying????]

[Holy shit, shit, shit!]

[My pants are wet, can the anchor pause for a while, I will watch again after changing]

[This is definitely the most exciting game opening I have ever seen!!!!]

It was also the first time for Fan Ren to see such a bloody and horrific scene. He felt his scalp numb, his blood running cold, and his face turned pale.

His hand reached out to his chest habitually, and the coldness in it made his dull head start to spin crazily.

Feeling the familiar pendant in his hand, Fan Ren was stunned again.

This pendant was given to him by the director of the orphanage and he has carried it with him since he was a child.

The VR game warehouse technology is definitely not that advanced. Even personal objects can be transferred into the game. As for the clothes he is wearing, they are all data set in advance.

Faced with such a situation, his thoughts were in a mess. Fan Ren could only stop in his seat and stare blankly at everything that happened in front of him.

Sanity has quietly disappeared, and chaos continues to unfold.

One of the passengers smashed the bus window and prepared to jump out of the window to escape.

The splashed glass shards were blown away by the strong wind outside the window, and Fan Ren, who was at the rear of the car, was accidentally scratched on his cheek.

Because the bus does not travel very fast, even if you jump off the bus, you will only be injured. It is better than staying on this scary bus.

Seeing this, the remaining passengers also crowded in and blocked the way.

"Don't push! There's still broken glass on the window!" the passenger who smashed the glass shouted.

Suddenly, something strange happened. A pair of big, pale, bloodless hands came out of the window and violently pulled the passenger closest to the window out.

The passenger's body was caught off guard and was dragged out by big hands at an extremely fast speed.

Amid the shrill screams, the broken glass turned into a palette with yellow and red as the main colors.

In a blink of an eye, there was no reaction from the crowded passengers.

The big hand appeared again and pulled the two passengers who were blocked and unable to retreat one by one.

Only then did the passengers behind react, and they retreated without giving in to each other.

After the bus window was broken and stained with blood, it was as if the door to hell had been opened. The number of big hands began to increase exponentially. Countless pale hands blocked the opening in the window and then stretched out crazily.

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Seeing countless big hands coming towards them, the two people at the back pushed the two people in front directly into the big hands in order to save their lives.

The mechanical radio in the car sounded quickly:

"Warning, damage to the body of bus No. 88 has been detected and automatic repairs will begin. Please sit tight."
To be continued...