Chapter 36: The Source of Pollution (5) “Congratulations, it seems your plan…
"Of course not."
Using the poet to deal with Wine and let them fight among themselves was indeed a good idea. However, Fei did not have this idea. There was no need for them to get involved any further. "You just need to tell me the location of the magician."
Fei just wanted to know this, but the man in front of him dropped his icy smile upon hearing this. His gaze was filled with mockery. "You must do this? You chose to stand against us just because of a bunch of insignificant people?"
...There was no way to communicate. Fei felt that if this person didn't want to talk, then forget it. Why did he jump to another topic for no reason? "Then what should I do? What do you think of me?"
"Whether I saved someone or stood by and watched was my own choice. You've secretly shaped me into what you expected me to be: cold, selfish, and powerful. What's the point of constantly piling these labels on me?"
Fei only saved him once, and it was that unintentional act that aroused the poet's hopeless expectation. He wanted to create a god, a perfect work of art that was untainted by the world. He determined at first sight that only this person was suitable.
He saw that Fei was also cold-hearted and emotionless at heart. He hated the way he showed off his mediocre warmth. "Isn't that good? Why are you destroying yourself?"
Fei truly couldn't relate to U and the other psychos' brainwaves. He couldn't understand them, so he simply shut up and stopped replying. He decided to have a normal conversation with the system: "Where's the magician? This lunatic is acting like I've committed some grievous sin."
The system finally digested this somewhat complicated past. To be honest, it didn't quite understand: "It sounds more like you stabbed him first. I'm starting to wonder if something happened that you're not aware of."
Fei took over smoothly and cursed gently: "Or maybe he just has a problem with his brain."
System: [Hey, this is more correct.]
Fei: "So where is the magician? If you want to hear the story, we can talk about it next time. Let's get down to business first, okay?"
The system, immersed in a story of pure hatred, said: […Uh, well, I don't know how to put it. Go out the gate, turn left, and walk about two kilometers. I can't tell where he's going.]
"Okay, I understand."
Fei stood up. He was not going to continue arguing with the poet, nor was he in the mood to argue. He simply used the space conversion props, but the scene around him did not change at all. The culprit was almost obvious.
The system store of the ghost story game has space props for changing positions, and of course there are also props for locking space.
Trapped, Fei calmly revealed the news to Chen Que in a private message: "Don't come over yet. The magician has the potion. Go stop him. He's about two kilometers away, to the left of the institute's gate."
Chen Que: [No problem. So you met the members of U at the research institute?]
Fei: [I met the poet.]
Chen Que: […I think I should come over here so you don’t stab anyone.]
Fei: [I won’t do that.]
Fei: [If that's the case, Xiaoyu won't be able to pass the civil service exam.]
Chen Que: [……] Every time he felt that Bai Bei understood human nature, his next words would often be both outrageous and reasonable.
"Rather than the self-destruction you mentioned, I regretted saving you." Fei began to redirect his abilities until he infiltrated the entire control room, transcending the encircling space. He sensed the boundary, "Stop interfering with me."
Fei was not only annoyed by his obstruction, but also by their tireless brainwashing. "You might as well continue to hunt me down, so as to avoid the annoyance of having one or two of you appear before my eyes."
The poet tilted his head, a pen between his fingers. "How could we do this? You are a guest of honor at U."
His fingertips moved slightly, and the precious fountain pen slid across the air, creating a dark crack. The inky black quicksand overflowed and gathered on the ground to form a corrosive swamp. A damp and cold air spread throughout the room.
He was also restrained, and he smiled faintly, "What are you going to do? Kill me? Otherwise, the item won't lose its effectiveness, and breaking it by force will take time."
"Ah... I forgot you can't do that because your brother can't have a murderer stepbrother."
Fei thought without surprise, he really knew everything, the little information he had had already been dug out by them, and there was no need to think about it too much, after all, apart from his close relatives and friends and the game that he had put so much effort into, he didn't care about anything else.
"I really can't do that." Fei, still in his NPC form, looked expressionless and lifeless. If it were his normal face, it would probably look a little colder, rather than the lifeless depression. "So it's very troublesome."
Fei, who was talking about trouble, seemed not to want to waste any energy, but he still began to infiltrate further, from perception to contact, gradually swallowing up the original clear boundaries, making the clear definition become blurred.
Penetration, endless penetration, and finally complete control. His ability never acts only on the surface.
"Guess how long it will take for the prop to lose its effectiveness."
Fei took a step back to avoid the pursuit. A large hole was torn in the ground. Looking down, he saw a bottomless darkness. He tilted his head and said, "During the Kaidan game, everyone always said that we must be wary of others. I always thought it was unnecessary."
"To be precise, I don't understand." He really didn't understand at that time. He was dragged into this survival game just a few years after regaining his memory, and he didn't even recognize himself.
Fei's idea was very simple. He would save those who could be trained as companions, and let those with different ideas go their separate ways. Even if there were conflicts of interest, they would not get to the point of life and death. Their goal was to leave alive. They were ghost stories, not his own kind.
The players he met in the early stages were all too friendly, and he didn't expect that the unavoidable conflict would be hidden in the dark. Not everyone likes to put it in the open.
The poet tricked him, and Fei felt that what he said was indeed very true, but he still did not understand his motives. He spent a lot of time thinking about it in those days, thinking that he had done something inadvertently and hurt the fragile heart of the newcomer.
It was the calming words, "Why do you want to try to understand what a mentally ill person is thinking?" that finally dawned on him.
"I'm glad you didn't join the Pyramid. I'm sure you'd get along well with those people." Fei's cloak was torn open, revealing the bandages wrapped around his arms, but he didn't become angry. Instead, he untied the laces and pulled off the coat.
White bandages were seen all over the overly thin body, and the loose parts revealed the festering skin. He carefully re-bandaged the bandages.
"You are in the pollutant camp." Fei didn't need to guess. When they passed this book, the members of U all chose the pollutant camp. Although the poet was not there, he guessed that this person would not choose the human identity in this ghost story.
However, compared to these guys who care more about fun than survival, the more rational magicians should be from the human camp.
Players in the Pollution Camp started with a pollution level of 30. The pollution in their bodies spread faster, and the abnormalities became more obvious. Fei taunted them, "What a shame! It seems the pollution you've suffered isn't that serious, and you haven't experienced any changes."
"...No, my body is turning into pollutants, but I'm just covering it up temporarily because it's a bit dirty." The poet seemed not to hear Fei's malice, and stated the reason bluntly in a cold voice.
He paused and added, "Are you curious?"
Through the incident a few years ago, Fei had already realized that the poet's thinking process was as different from that of other members of U. However, he never expected that this person would misinterpret his sarcasm as curiosity. He was a little speechless.
The poet was wearing a long dark grey coat. Not only did he have a bandage around his neck, he was also wearing gloves. His entire body was covered extremely tightly, with only his face exposed. Of course, one couldn't tell the extent of the changes he had suffered just by looking at his face.
He took off his gloves slowly and pulled off the bandage around his neck.
Unexpectedly, his skin did not become infected and ulcerated, but was covered with slender eyes. The scarlet eyeballs moved and finally locked onto the only human in front of him.
The poet's neck and hands were covered with this kind of thing. He calmly asked, "How do you feel? Are you happy?"
Fei was not the type to gloat over other people's misfortunes. He didn't feel anything. He stared at the single eye in the poet's hand and said, "It looks similar to the eye in the sky. It looks so ugly."
poet:"……"
Eye:"……"
The polluting factors in the body suddenly became agitated, clamoring to kill this rude human being. The poet calmly suppressed it again, and drew a straight line in the air with his fingertips, tearing open Fei's bandage. The scratch was very close to the fatal artery.
"You can't leave now." The poet sensed that the props were on the verge of being useless and would soon be unable to trap Fei. However, he was only responsible for delaying the situation. "That's rare. Are you going to do it yourself? Why not let that guy do it for you?"
Fei casually tossed his cloak into his backpack. The character he was playing was far too thin. The slim-fitting vest, draped with bandages to facilitate movement, highlighted the shape of his bones, causing even the onlooker to frown. "This is none of your business."
"See you tomorrow...if the field of strange stories still exists tomorrow."
The human camp, whether they are non-player characters or ordinary people who have unfortunately fallen into strange stories, struggles to survive even if they suffer physical and mental torture, while the lunatics who put pleasure above all else voluntarily give up the option of fighting pollutants.
Fei did not retreat any further, even though there were deep scratches on his shoulders, and the blood that flowed from them dripped onto the ground. The bright red liquid that had already seeped in quickly merged into the gaps between the floor tiles.
He raised his eyes and completely shattered the props that made up the cage while looking at the enemy. Fei held the space conversion ball that he had taken out in advance and crushed it directly with force.
"Congratulations, it looks like your plan has failed."
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The author has something to say: Regarding Bo Bei, who had no memory in the early days:
Incorrect evaluation: human-machine, pseudo-human, non-human existence.
Correct evaluation: An innocent little white flower who doesn't understand conspiracy and intrigue (not)
Long press the screen to help Fei beat U
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