When they arrived at their destination, Yin Zhu was still playing on her phone.
To be precise, initially she just wanted to see what the comments were saying about her. However, after glancing at the bullet comments, she closed the official live streaming platform app, uninstalled it, and then opened Pink Video Network to happily surf the internet.
She considers herself to have weak mental resilience and poor stress tolerance, and she can't stand being scolded by a group of people.
After all, that would easily make Yin Zhu want to play real-life Kombat with them offline.
She used a weapon to unilaterally beat the other person.
However, as a law-abiding citizen, Yin Zhu naturally indulged in the fantasy for a moment, and quickly used other things to distract herself and calm her emotions.
"We've arrived."
Hearing the emotionless female voice beside her, Yin Zhu nodded and got out of the car.
The car had now entered the interior of a building. They were in a green, grassy parking lot, next to a tall, modern building, a standard white one. I wondered if it was designed by a foreign designer.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Yin Zhu looking at the building's exterior with great interest, her companion asked briefly.
"It's nothing, I was just curious why it's not in the traditional Chinese style," Yin Zhu casually made up an excuse.
Actually, she didn't care about it.
Without further ado, the group quickly led her into a small room. The room was small, with a black stainless steel table on it containing a bottle of mineral water. Two walls were mirrored, creating the illusion that the room was large.
"...You didn't even give me any fruit."
Yin Zhu couldn't help but complain.
"Please wait here patiently. Chief of Staff An will come to see you shortly." The man who had been leading the group spoke gently, but his actions were cold: "Until then, please rest here and do not move around without permission."
After saying that, he closed the door and left.
Yin Zhu pursed her lips, looked around at the surroundings, saw cameras, and then there really was nothing else.
Breathe into the mirror and start drawing on it. On one side of the mirror, she draws little flowers that even kindergarten children can draw, and on the other side, she draws a simple smiley face, like two little beans in a big pancake, plus a curved mouth.
"One-way mirror, so boring. I hope I don't have to wait too long." After drawing a smiley face, Yin Zhu muttered to herself in the mirror before returning to her seat to play on her phone.
"...This room is blocking the signal?" Yin Zhu looked at the icon indicating that she couldn't access the internet and became increasingly bored.
Fortunately, Anzhi arrived at her room before she could yawn a third time.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Upon hearing the sound, Yin Zhu subconsciously looked up and saw a middle-aged woman who appeared to be around forty years old enter the room with a smile. She quickly shook her head and said, "No, no."
After saying that, she quickly wiped away the bodily secretions such as eye boogers and tears from her yawning.
"Hello, let me introduce myself. I'm An Zhi, the head of the special operations team in charge of the Dragon Kingdom's ghost stories." Her smile was confident and poised. "You seem a little surprised by me?"
"Yes, a little." Yin Zhu nodded honestly. "I thought the Chief of the General Staff would be some old people in their seventies or eighties with white hair. I didn't expect her to be such a young lady."
“Based on age, you can call me Auntie.” An Zhi didn’t seem to care about those details.
After all, she has moved past the stage of only caring about being young and beautiful; career ambition is what she pursues more.
An Zhi seemed to possess a strange allure, quickly easing the tension and even drawing people closer to her, as if the nation's previous show of force had been nothing but an illusion. However, Yin Zhu vaguely guessed why the nation had acted this way; it was undoubtedly related to her performance in the world of supernatural tales.
Do you feel a sense of crisis?
"Alright, let's get down to business."
An Zhi didn't waste any words, causing Yin Zhu's initial idea of setting the pace to vanish, and the initiative returned to the official's hands.
The two sat on opposite sides of the table and began to review the content of the previous instance.
An Zhi brought a file with her when she came in, and naturally pushed it in front of Yin Zhu: "We will keep your personal information confidential. Because you may continue to participate in the game until you die, we hope that you can cooperate with us and provide information about the Ghost Story World during your rest period back on Blue Star. This is all the precautions we have summarized about the Ghost Story World so far. You can write them down so that you can better avoid related pitfalls when you encounter them in the next challenge dungeon."
"What do you want to know? But let me make this clear beforehand, I didn't actually use my brain much when I was doing this, so you might need to bring up some key points for me to remember what happened." Yin Zhu didn't take the file and simply shrugged.
It's true, in a way, that she wasn't using her brain, because she really let herself go at the time.
Therefore, many times, her innate skills were used without her even realizing it.
It's unclear how much An Zhi believed her, but she didn't raise any objections: "We do have a few questions for you. For example, what did you mean by the choice of death you mentioned to Yin Mei on the second night? Was it merely your choice regarding the ending?"
Because the broadcast was recorded by the official channels, Yin Zhu's words sparked discussion at the time, but because they were too enigmatic, they did not generate widespread debate.
When Yin Zhu chose to provoke the boss to forcefully guide her family to move, many people suddenly realized what was going on.
Is a dramatic, passionate death the perfect ending? Is a slow, inevitable death the normal ending?
Although the connection between the former and the latter is unknown, the connection is quite obvious. She had mentioned slow death before—for the people of that world, as long as the source is not eliminated, any escape is indeed a form of slow death.
In some chaotic but manageable Chosen One timelines, the green entity might need to wait until the tenth day to break through.
Once it breaks free from the confines of the laboratory, it will rapidly multiply and gradually fill the entire world.
For the chosen ones, escaping is indeed a way to pass the game normally and get away from this dangerous world of legends, but for the natives, it is an inescapable painful disaster, with only the difference between dying sooner or later.
Yin Zhu was taken aback when she heard the question.
"The choice of ending?" Yin Zhu was a little confused. "What do you mean? Is it possible to choose not to die?"
Anzhi almost couldn't keep her smile going.
She quickly composed herself and asked Yin Zhu again, "Then why did you say those things to Yin Mei back then?"
Having finally grasped the point of contention raised by the authorities, Yin Zhu suddenly realized and scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly: "Because the original inhabitants of that world were all dead."
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