Chapter 39: The Source of Pollution (8) “I really have something to pursue,…

Fei found the control panel of the container. He placed the liquid injection into the square groove and pressed the confirmation button. A standard mechanical broadcast sounded, issuing a warning and prompt, and the liquid inside the culture chamber slowly dropped.

The conscious body stepped on the flat surface at the bottom of the instrument, and swayed unsteadily because she regained control of her body. Her wet long hair fell on her shoulders. She blinked her eyes and waited until her blurred vision became clear again before she walked out of the incubator.

"See you again... Strange, why you again? I thought you had already cleared this dungeon."

She looked almost identical to the lab's color scheme: a white lab coat, pale skin, and jet-black hair and eyelashes. Her outstretched fingertips shone with a lustrous white light. "Give me the injection. I'll get you out of here."

Fei held the potion he had taken out of his backpack in his hand. He didn't hand it over. Instead, he said, "You can try to feel the surroundings. We are not in a dungeon now."

The consciousness was somewhat confused upon hearing this. She tentatively expanded her domain further, then frowned. "Something's wrong... The area outside of the domain should be blank, but I can sense more."

The consciousness recalled something, and she panicked. "Isn't it possible that I've strayed into some other strange story again? That's not right. I remember forcing myself to rush back before falling asleep."

Fei: “…again?”

Fei: "Do you even bring in people to visit during your ghost stories?"

"When there aren't any other players around, I occasionally go to other dungeons." It sounds like she's perfectly adapted to life as a subject, and has even put her once-skilled social skills to good use. "Some ghost stories are more introverted, so just get out and explore them more."

"There are relatively few players in high-risk dungeons, so I actually have quite a lot of free time. There aren't many entertainment activities in the realm of ghost stories. Although I sleep most of the time due to restrictions, it's really boring when I'm awake."

Fei, who was harassed by various extroverts on a daily basis, fell silent upon hearing this. He had never thought that one day he would be lighting candles for those helpless introverts. "I thought you would be in great pain after becoming a consciousness. So, you are doing well?"

"It's okay. I'm not completely dead. I just turned into a monster. I don't have to stay up late to finish reports and listen to the boss's empty promises. Life is so comfortable. I feel like the world has become a better place." The consciousness showed a genuine smile from the heart, which was quite brilliant.

She added slowly, "Besides, I'm the consciousness of a high-risk character. Most of the time, I can get away with anything I want. It's awesome, isn't it? The only downside is that it's boring. But I've made up for the sleep I didn't get in my life."

"Oh, right, there's this thing too." The consciousness pointed to her head, her tone filled with disgust. "My original consciousness from the strange story hasn't completely disappeared. Sometimes it pops up, and the fight between my left and right brains causes me to get a headache from time to time."

Fiji:"……"

He looked thoughtful. "Do you need my help? I can help you clean out the dirty things."

Just as the consciousness was about to respond, a panicked cry echoed in her mind, interrupting her words. She felt strange, "This guy keeps yelling at me to kill all the players, but it seems to be afraid of you. Have you entered this dungeon a long time ago?"

"No, maybe it's just that it's not very courageous and only bullies the weak and fears the strong." Fei commented calmly.

"That makes sense, I think so." Finally running into a familiar player, her consciousness was eager to chat with them all day long. She brought up a new topic, "There's no concept of time in the realm. In reality, it must have been a long time ago."

The last time Fei saw her was two years ago. It was indeed a long time. "Yes, it has been two years."

"...Only two years?" She wasn't completely isolated from information within her field. After all, the few ghost story consciousnesses she was most familiar with knew Fei, and she had a general idea of ​​what was going on outside. "I thought it was four or five years."

"You're quite diligent, then, a hardworking player. Normally, it takes at least three years to become a high-level player. But why do I remember that when I first met you, you still had this indifferent, casual attitude?"

Fei Leng shortened the usual three years into more than a year, and challenged the highest difficulty copy with high intensity without caring about her life. She finally understood why those dangerous guys said that a madman had come to the ghost story game.

The consciousness raised an eyebrow, half-smiled, "You've changed so much. Do you truly have a quest, or have you struck some kind of deal with the system? After all, there's no set pattern in how Kaidan games choose players; they'll most likely choose someone close to them."

Fei didn't comment, but this attitude basically meant he agreed with what she said.

"Do you still remember your name?" Fei shifted his attention abruptly. He felt that she seemed to have retained her complete memory, but the ghost story game should not be so kind.

As expected, the consciousness shook its head and then added, "I only remember the name of the field of strange stories. My memory has become very fuzzy. I only vaguely remember the general outline of my past experiences, and when I think about it carefully, it's not complete."

When Fei heard this, she asked her if she still remembered the address of her home. The consciousness said that of course she couldn't forget it, and no matter what she forgot, she would not miss this point.

"Then you can go meet them." Fei picked up the topic again, which had veered off course at some point. He tried to explain the current situation clearly, "We're not in a ghost story game now, but in the real City A."

The conscious body was half-believing and half-doubting. She was restricted and could no longer leave the ghost story game. However, Fei was indeed not the type of person to joke around, and his expression was very serious.

Fei saw that she still didn't fully believe it. He thought for a moment and planned to take people to change their location to a nearby area. But then he remembered that the opposite sex should maintain an appropriate distance, so he apologized in advance before touching her arm, and then used the space prop.

The mall, without its former bustle, revealed a sense of familiarity that had not been seen for a long time. Her expression was a little dazed, with a slight sense of confusion. The pollution had not yet completely dissipated, but there was also a fresh atmosphere here that was different from the world of strange stories.

"I remember when we first met, you introduced yourself and mentioned that you were from City A. I didn't know which district you were from, so I just picked a place at random."

When she heard what Fei said, she suddenly laughed and turned her head to look straight into his eyes, which rarely showed any emotion. "Your memory is really too good. Not to mention that this happened a long time ago, and we haven't met many times, you still remember it."

"After replacing the consciousness of the strange story, you give me a completely different feeling than before." The consciousness's words were suggestive, and she didn't hide it, bluntly pointing out the key point of the discrepancy, "Like a different kind of person."

"'Our true companions', that's how that guy described you. I originally thought you were close to him, but until I met you, I realized that wasn't the case."

Fei knew who she was talking about, but he remained silent. When he lowered his eyes, the light-colored mole on his left eye was particularly eye-catching. He turned the jade ring around his thin finger bone and said, "Maybe, it's just a guess after all."

He seemed not to hear the explicit reminder from the person in front of him, but it seemed as if he had already known it. In stark contrast to the conscious body, she, as a deceased human, integrated into the world of ghost stories, while he, with a blank past, abided by the order and rules of human society.

"If this is really City A, I live nearby." The consciousness looked at Fei, and the other party raised her hand again as if she understood, and led people to a more specific location she mentioned.

Fei manipulated the shadows to hide both of them. The pollution hadn't completely dissipated yet, so he simply went to the door, leaving a separate space. Before leaving, he asked, "They can't see us. Do you need me to cancel the cover?"

She stared at her family not far away, nodding and shaking her head blankly. After a long wait, her longing finally came to reality, leaving her unable to pay any attention to others.

Fei heard a very soft voice: "I just want to see them, it's okay."

Dead players also die in real life, either due to accidents or suicide. If she suddenly appears, it will definitely scare people.

Fei waited outside for a while, but the situation ended faster than he expected. When she came out, she had regained her composure and spoke first, "So the ghost story appeared in reality? It shouldn't just be a pollution ghost story."

"Yes, but this happened a month ago, and the game has been shut down for a long time." When Fei first saw her reaction, he knew that she was still unaware of the changes in the game's integration with reality. "But the things that came before were basically low- to medium-risk ghost stories."

As the first consciousness of the highest-level ghost story to arrive: "If that's the case, the situation is very dangerous, and I actually slept for over a month...?"

"No wonder the last time I saw that guy, he suddenly said that I would probably sleep for a long time and that it might not be long before I see you again."

She didn't know that Fei had already completed the ghost story game, and she hadn't expected that the familiar ghost story consciousness was referring to reality. However, she didn't have time to worry about these things. "Why would a ghost story appear in reality? Did something unexpected happen in that world?"

"I don't know either." Fei could only give a regretful answer, playing with the conversion ball in his hand. "You probably won't be able to go back in the short term. I don't know if the consciousness can reveal the existence of the ghost story. You still have time to turn around, open the door and go home."

"Forget it. Regardless of whether it's a surprise or a shock, what if I'm sent away again? I don't want to make my parents sad again." The consciousness rejected Fei's proposal.

Fei tilted his head and slowly introduced the Operations Department: "In that case, I do have a good place to recommend to you. Not only is food and accommodation provided, but you can also apply to visit occasionally. However, the space for activities is limited."

"There's an organization called the Special Operations Management Office that specializes in taking in ghost stories. Since you're conscious, they probably won't treat you like a criminal. I know their headquarters, so if you're interested, you can talk to them."

The conscious body thought for a moment and thought it sounded quite good. To put it bluntly, it was a place to stay that didn't cost money and wouldn't scare people. "Okay, take me to meet him."

Fei then took him to the Operations Department, where several people who had been unconscious due to the smoke were still lying on the ground. Shen Que had just cleared the nearby pollutants, and the pollution value on his wristband was decreasing, suggesting the situation was almost over.

Fei coldly and ruthlessly woke Xie Jianshan up. When the other party opened his eyes, he was still a little dazed. He subconsciously looked at the only ghost story consciousness present, and immediately woke up with fright.

"Relax, she's also human, she means no harm, and she's been fast asleep the whole time." Fei began to explain, "She's willing to be taken in by the Operations Department."

The consciousness smiled and continued Fei's words: "Does the shelter provide cell phones and snacks?"

Xie Jianshan thought he had misheard: "..."

Xie Jianshan: "Of course."

Seeing that she seemed to want to continue the conversation and learn more, Fei simply stepped aside. He spoke a few words to Shen Que and then transformed into a poet. The Operations Department should take these people away, which would give him the opportunity to take advantage of them.

"I'm going to U's headquarters." Fei told Xie Jianshan before leaving. He asked them to keep the good news secret and not let the news of U's core members being arrested leak out immediately. "Cooperate with me, Captain Xie."

Anyway, these people don't play by the rules, and they may not go back after completing the mission.

He was actually looking forward to whether he would be discovered before the end or remain unexposed until the very end.