Chapter 45 Overwhelming Slander
It had been a long time since dawn, and the light of day had buried all emotions. Fang Ke stared at the ceiling expressionlessly.
He hadn't slept all night, and from the moment he opened his eyes, there was blood on the sheets. He was so irritated in the middle of the night that he scratched his palms and rubbed them on them.
The blood had dried and was dark brown.
The fever has gone away, but my stomach still aches slightly.
A long time had passed since class started, and it had also been a long time since Shen Cinian got up. Fang Ke continued to lie in bed for more than half an hour before getting up and planning to take a cold shower.
After taking a shower, around eleven o'clock in the morning, Fang Ke lay back on the bed.
Low fever, probably caused by water stimulation, the temperature is slowly rising.
My stomach was empty, but I still had no intention of going downstairs to eat.
It's not a hunger strike, not really. I'm just in a bad mood and have no appetite.
There was a sudden knock on the door. Chen Cinian couldn't be at home at this time. He thought it was the servant bringing him food and ignored it.
"Come out, it's time to eat."
It was Shen Cinian. He didn't want to care anymore and buried his head in the quilt instantly.
Shen Cinian just called him once and went downstairs.
Shen Cinian waited for a long time at the head of the table. When the food was heated up for the fourth time, he lowered his head and glanced at his watch.
It's almost one o'clock.
Very good. Very good.
"Eat," Shen Cinian picked up his chopsticks and called Mi Shimeng and Tang Baidu, "No need to wait for him."
"Sir," Mi Shimeng rubbed her hands on her trouser legs in embarrassment. "How about...I go call you Master again? There's also Master's medicine..."
Tang Baidu had already picked up the bowl, but put it down awkwardly after hearing what he said.
"Boss," he scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I'm going too."
"Come and sit down, and eat first." Chen Cinian didn't give them room to refuse, and started eating first.
There was no way the two of them could do something like abandoning the Lord of God and letting him eat alone in the restaurant. The Lord of God was the only person they needed to care about.
The two Gui had no choice but to pick up their chopsticks and sit with them. Most of the time, they only ate the rice in the bowl and occasionally picked up some dishes.
The atmosphere during the meal was extremely depressing. Xiao Tang was the first to put down his chopsticks, sitting there restlessly waiting for Shen Cinian to finish eating.
There was still a last bite of rice in Shen Cinian's bowl. Xiao Tang was anxious, but he slowly picked up a piece of fish.
"Meow", the ragdoll cat suddenly appeared, rubbed Chen Cinian's legs, then raised its two front paws and climbed onto Chen Cinian's knees.
It was gathering strength in its hind legs, and judging by its posture, it was even planning to jump onto the table.
Probably want to eat fish.
"Be good," Shen Cinian gently tapped the cat's head with his left index finger, "It's not boiled. There are too many seasonings. It's not good for the kitten to eat."
"Boss! I'll feed the cat food!" Tang Baidu volunteered.
Shen Ci Nian paused when he heard this, then withdrew his fingers calmly and nodded.
After getting permission, he quickly stood up, bent down, picked up the cat and left.
Mi Shimeng matched Shen Xinian's speed, and she had just finished the food in the bowl when Shen Xinian put it down.
Although... she actually doesn't like human food that much.
But... in her heart, being able to enjoy lunch with the Lord God was a very happy thing.
Sunlight streamed in through the huge French windows, and the curtains swayed slowly.
The snow is melting, and the plants cherish the hard-earned sunshine and strive to stretch and grow.
Under the warm light, Tang Baidu was holding a bowl of cat food, and the ragdoll cat was eagerly scratching his legs.
Mi Shimeng was washing dishes in an apron, with the water flow very low, trying not to disturb the quiet of the house.
Shen Cinian sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, the headline was still very eye-catching.
[Fang Ke's Dangers - Yesterday, police sirens blared in Tang County, suggesting Fang Ke's uncontrolled escape. Should the Security Bureau provide an explanation to the public? Are the players favoring this "prince consort"?]
A student protest at a university in Jiangling, with white banners inscribed in blood, demanded that Fang Ke be expelled from the university.
Fang Ke makes headlines again! Two incidents endangering public safety occurred within a few days. Experts say: One bad apple spoils the whole bunch.
Seeing that it was boring, Shen Ci Nian put down the newspaper and turned on his mobile phone. A video was immediately pushed to him on the screen. The cover had a few eye-catching words: Bai Xiaosheng talks about Fang Ke.
When I clicked on it, I saw a fat, middle-aged man in a gray robe singing Alvin and the Chipmunks.
"Hey, here we are on the highway,
The traffic is flowing smoothly and in good order.
Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed in the opposite direction.
It scared me so much that my heart was pounding!
I looked closely and saw that it was Boss Fang.
“Soul Drift” is a great trick!
The traffic police stepped forward to stop him.
He smiled with his nose turned up in the air:
"Minister's certificate, take it out from your pocket,
Who dares to touch me?
What the hell are rules?
My soul is a national treasure!"
Players will protect it well.
Black and white disappear in one stroke.
What’s the big deal about going in the opposite direction?
The VIP channel has been repaired soon!
Spirit Masters, all of them are like this,
Privileges protect you and make you bold.
Today, I drove the highway in the opposite direction.
He might even sell out his compatriots tomorrow!
Hey, this privilege is a get-out-of-jail-free card,
This cover-up is a death warrant!
Today he cleared the wild monsters,
Who will abandon the people tomorrow?"
At the end of the video, the fat man shook his head and sighed heavily, "These days, with evil people in power, ordinary people have no way to survive!"
The number of likes, reposts and comments is huge, reaching tens of millions.
Shen Cinian stretched out his hand and swiped over.
The next one is still about boycotting Fang Ke. A thin man with yellow hair and sunglasses and a fat man with black curly hair and sunglasses turned this current event into a funny short video.
The traffic is huge, and there are also nearly 10 million likes.
Shen Cinian exited the video software and began to look up academic materials on human research into the weird. He needed to understand how familiar humans were with the weird so that he could ensure that he didn't say anything he shouldn't say during class.
The default content of the search box is also related to Fang Ke.
Shen Cinian simply ignored it and browsed through the academic materials carelessly.
…
Fang Ke pulled up the curtains of the guest room completely. He covered his head with the quilt to block out the already dim light in the room. He tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
It felt like my heart was being pricked by dense needles, making it leak air. The moment the wind passed through the small holes, it felt a bit like eating something too sour and the teeth became sour, making it impossible to even bite tofu.
The little holes in my heart are feeling sore, so sour that it makes me uncomfortable.
Not eating, not drinking water, not taking medicine, taking cold showers, and suffering from insomnia.
It means a sore stomach, a dry throat, a fever, a headache, and dry and stinging eyes that feel like they're being rubbed by sandpaper.
It means that you are still alive, but living a miserable life, which is worse than death.
The slightest sound or light became a factor that prevented him from sleeping. He tossed and turned, feeling more and more annoyed. He pounded the bed with his fists and kicked the quilt in vain with his legs.
Why, why can’t I sleep! Why!
Why did Shen Cinian really ignore him, just because of his words...
A word spoken in anger.
Even Shen Cinian gave up on him, right?
Fang Ke is not worth reaching out to.
Not worth being helped.
Yeah?
Should I avoid him as much as possible like those who moved away? Should I imitate the dispersed crowd and be afraid that I am not far enough away from him?
The whole afternoon was wasted like this. Not only did he not get any sleep, but he caught a cold when he kicked off the quilt, and his head felt even more splitting with pain.
18:00. A reminder sounded in my mind exactly at that time.
Good evening, my dear Fang Ke, are you ready for a thrilling and exciting game of Werewolf?
[This instance is a 13-player, medium-sized, closed-loop, brain-burning game instance. The number of participating human players is two.]
Welcome to the dungeon, "Strange Paradise." This dungeon is a new creation by this year's most popular and bizarre author, Shu Yi. In addition to the basic rewards, Shu Yi has also prepared a surprise gift for the winning team. Note: The surprise gift has not been made public; only two players are aware of it.
Fang Ke didn't notice when 0221 stopped targeting him, nor did he hear that its tone had changed a lot.
His head ached, and his soul was being drained away bit by bit.
It takes about ten seconds to be pulled out of the body, and during these ten seconds he is slowly experiencing the feeling of death.
He had experienced these ten seconds many times.
Every player will basically get seriously ill after participating in a game.
It may take a month or even several months to fully recover.
Where is Fang Ke?
Fang Ke became more and more prone to illness. When no one was taking care of him, he was too lazy to even take medicine and just endured it. Before he got any better, he had to rush to the next mission.
He had no interest in the mysterious gift.
He felt that he might actually die young soon, and there was no need for him to seek death. He might die of illness in a few years.
A grand ceremony would be of no use to him, so what would be the point? Would he be cremated and his ashes scattered somewhere else?
When his ashes were scattered, there would inevitably be many reporters interviewing and recording this heart-warming scene, and at the same time watching how the institute's advanced machines magically worked to trap his spirit and enslave his soul.
…
The snow in Tang County stopped briefly, but it was still snowing heavily in City A, and the sky was always covered with a layer of gray canvas.
The top floor of the Security Bureau headquarters building.
"Damn it, is he mentally ill?" Chen Li was bored and was about to watch some short videos when he saw the Alpaca video. He was furious. "What does Fang Ke's actions have to do with the rest of us in the Yuling Sect? Block him! Ban this person's account! Block all comments attacking the Yuling Sect as a whole!"
His secretary hurried out to pass on the message, while he was still cursing indignantly: "What a damn scourge! They're determined to discredit all of us, the Yuling talents! They're determined to stir up resistance among the common people! What a bullshit privilege! Without us bearing the pressure, Weird would have eaten the brains of these fools long ago!"
"Damn it Fang Ke, you only know how to get me into trouble, are you going to die or not? If you want to die, die quickly and stop causing trouble for me!"
"Oh, Secretary, the reservation for Room A03 at the Golden Horn Building has been cancelled. I'm not in the mood to soak my feet today! Give Lao Wang a call and ask him what he thinks of his 'prince consort'. Will he wake up only after the students who were planning an uprising march north?"
"If you don't extract Fang Ke's soul before he dies in the dungeon, you're really planning to marry your daughter off to him, idiot!"
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