Chapter 4: Father and Son: The Lie of Leaving

My right hand suddenly became wet, with water stains spreading out from the palm. I didn't have the habit of carrying tissues with me, so I could only endure the situation for the time being.

"Are you okay?" Mo Anan noticed his condition and handed him a piece of paper.

Zhu Ci took the tissue, said thank you, then put down his right hand and wiped his tears with the tissue.

The maliciousness of this game was deeper than he had imagined. It seemed that the game was designed to prevent him from covering his eyes. Once he covered his eyes with his hands, his tears almost burst out. But when he put his hands down, the tears flowed much more slowly.

When he wiped the right side of his face with a tissue, it was already soaked with tears and looked very charming.

Although those eyes were cold, they looked as if someone had deliberately toyed with them, leaving behind some gorgeous marks, and were filled with a sense of brokenness due to their stubbornness.

[“I can’t stand it anymore. It’s rare to meet someone who cries so well.”

"You cry so beautifully. I wonder how beautiful you will be when you die."

"Ahhh, can you please choose a way to die that doesn't scratch my face?"】

…

The tears of the blessing speech also attracted the attention of others.

Xu An whispered, "Are you okay?"

The other players just gave a bewildered look. Everyone wanted to survive more than to watch the excitement.

Li Hang's eyes fell on one of the paintings.

This painting is very distinctive among the immature paintings. Compared with ordinary graffiti, this painting continues the child's brushstrokes, but inherits a certain artistic accomplishment on the basis of the child. It is obvious that it has been specially trained, or the painter himself has a certain foundation.

The picture shows a child playing the piano, surrounded by deer and lambs, looking very harmonious.

"Is it this painting?" Li Hang asked.

The housekeeper said, "No."

There is no reward or punishment for answering this question correctly or incorrectly.

The reason why Li Hang made such a guess is nothing more than based on the identity of the manor owner. In reality, the rich often have better conditions, and they are more strict in the education of their children. It is not uncommon to hire a painting teacher for their children from an early age.

The voice of the congratulatory speech was smooth, and he said, "This is it."

The painting he was talking about was much worse than the previous one. The colors and lines were very messy, and it even looked strange.

The housekeeper said, "This was indeed painted by the young master."

The tears on Zhu Ci's right cheek were about to fall, and she looked like a delicate flower in need of care.

However, his words were particularly bold: "Oh, this young master has quite a personality, and the content of his paintings is quite thoughtful."

The butler's eyes fell on him, as if waiting for his next words.

The players took a look at the butler's expression and felt a little uneasy.

The explanation of the next sentence of the blessing may bring some special effect.

Zhu Ci could feel a faint sense of surveillance all around him, as if countless sewer rats had poked their heads out at the same time, waiting to see his joke.

He didn't feel anything special about this after starting the live broadcast, so the only explanation is that he was spying on the inside of the manor.

Zhu Ci said slowly, "How can a young man who has wanted to be Spider-Man since he was a child be considered to have no ideas?"

The players' attention was focused on the black string that looked like a puppet's string sticking out of the child's hand. For some reason, they felt that the child must be grinning evilly with his fangs bared.

However, all this seems a bit funny after the explanation of the speech.

The butler nodded, without commenting on Zhu Ci's answer, and simply said, "Everyone, follow me."

The sense of voyeurism gradually disappeared.

Zhu was thoughtful. This feeling of being peeped began with his evaluation of the painting and ended with his completed evaluation.

His evaluation of the painting was indirectly evaluating the painter. The young master of this manor really made him more and more curious.

After passing this corridor, they saw the small living room on the first floor.

Several maids were cleaning the living room.

The maids all lowered their heads, revealing their smooth necks.

There is a clear difference between these people and the housekeeper, in that their skin looks like real people's, not like it's pasted on with wax.

The butler led them upstairs. Zhu Ci looked down and met the eyes of a maid who suddenly raised her head and peeked at him.

The other party seemed to be seen by something terrifying. He lowered his head hurriedly, then turned away in an attempt to cover up his mistake.

The manor's first-floor steward is not introduced in detail, he will only introduce the players to the area where their main activities are.

After taking them to the guest room on the second floor, the housekeeper said, "Dear guests, remember the path you just walked. This is where you will live."

The rooms are distributed on both sides, and there are several plaster statues or one or two oil paintings between the doors. This is quite common in the layout of manors.

Zhu Ci has been crying since tears started flowing from his right eye. He realized that he could not wipe away all the excess tears, so he stopped trying. However, the tissue in his hand was already used up and he needed to change it immediately.

"There is nothing special about the layout of the rooms. Please choose as you wish."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ci pushed open the door closest to him.

"Please come down to enjoy dinner around 5pm, and then I will take you to see the young master."

The butler's voice echoed outside the door.

This was probably the first time that a player had locked him outside so hastily. The butler faced the door of the room where Zhuci was speaking, staring at the room number with a pair of somewhat numb eyes.

211.

Other players: “…”

Xu An whispered, "Can two of us stay in one room?"

The housekeeper glanced at him and said, "Guests, please feel free to do as you please."

The butler's attitude was neither salty nor bland, and his permission or objection did not seem to have much significance.

Xu An was a little worried, but when he thought about Zhu Ci being inside, he pushed the door open without hesitation.

The players standing outside looked at each other.

Li Hang said: "This new guy is a little too brave."

The door of Room 211 had just been stared at with a strange look by the housekeeper, and no one was willing to approach it.

There were eight of them in total, but there were more rooms here than eight.

Maybe they could just pick one and move in.

…

In the room, Zhu Ci pulled out a tissue from the room and tried to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes in despair. However, his efforts were almost in vain. Instead, the friction between the rough tissue and his skin caused his right eye to become a little redder.

【Number of viewers in the live broadcast room: 3000】

【“Are you not shedding tears on purpose?”

"I don't know if it's some kind of buff or if it's just his own strange talent."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what kind of talent is this? It actually directly affects appearance."

"Am I the only one who noticed that the host just closed the door before listening to the butler's speech?"

"It's so funny. Others want NPC to explain the rules, but he just refuses to listen."

"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, but I just came to see how the anchor died later."】

…

When the door opened, the congratulations were not too surprising.

Xu An stuck half of his head in and blinked, with half of his baby fat stuck in the door, which looked quite cute.

"Can I room with you?" he asked.

As he gave the speech, a certain person came to his mind.

If Shen Wu were here, he might have some objections, but before Shen Wu intervened in his life, he was not opposed to living in a dormitory.

He looked next to him and saw a big bed.

"I can sleep on the floor." Xu said secretly.

Zhu Ci looked at him, not understanding why the other party had chosen him.

"Come in."

Zhu Ci didn't mean anything. He didn't make any promises to Xu An, and he wouldn't feel guilty even if the other person died.

"What the butler just said..."

"Have lunch at five o'clock, and then go meet the young master of the manor, right?" Zhu Ci said.

"Yes, that's right." Xu An nodded, surprised.

Did you hear the speech?

Zhu Ci looked at Xu An and said, "Have you played the game once before? Can you tell me what you know?"

Xu secretly said: "This game will attract everyone who has a wish that cannot be fulfilled by real power. Only those who have accumulated points through playing the game can gain the power to realize their wish. At the same time, they can also choose to leave the game."

"Oh? Leaving the game, has anyone ever left?" Zhuci asked.

Xu An pondered for a moment and said, "Yes."

This answer surprised Zhu Ci. According to his concept of game design, horror games should be more inclined to have no survivors, just like the endless "Temple Escape", where people have already fallen into the devil's way but are still wasting their time fighting monsters.

"He is a famous boss on the leaderboard. Alas, I don't know much about him, but I admire him for choosing to leave in the end!" Xu said secretly.

"Oh?" Zhu Ci narrowed his eyes.

【“This person must be talking about ‘time’.”

"I never thought that after so much time, the story of the great god is still being passed down from generation to generation."

"That's right. He had clearly reached that point, but he turned around without hesitation, gave up all his strength, and let others slaughter him."

"Tsk tsk tsk, please be careful with what you say above. It is unknown whether that great god is still alive, but his followers are all over this game."】

"Only one person?"

"Oh, come to think of it, there are many people who can leave this game, but not many people actually choose to leave." Xu An rolled his eyes and said, "But I have never thought about such a far-reaching thing. After all, I can only live one game at a time."

Zhuci noted what he said, that the game would attract those with unattainable powers, but why did he enter this game.

Does he have any power that cannot be realized in reality? If so, why doesn't he know it?

Moreover, if a person enters this game because of desire, and then leaves the game after losing all desire, what is left after he leaves the game is a soul or a emaciated body?

Maybe the so-called leaving the game was just a lie.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice coming from his ear.

[I have noticed that the player account has enough rewards, and I am opening the system store for you. You will find everything you want here. 】