Chart Topper Queen

The velvet curtains blocked the sunlight, and only a little leaked in the cracks, falling on the white wooden floor. Ai Bei turned his back to the windowsill, and a shadow seemed to fall on his low face.

Pearl's detection program sensed the change in data, making it a little uneasy.

She also saw the last message on the phone, but didn't understand: "Why did he suddenly say such a thing?"

"Someone came and moved the phone."

Pearl heard her words and immediately started the crisis response procedure: "There are fixed cameras from the corridor to the room, unless the other side destroys all the cameras, who will be able to find out who it is, I will apply to the superior to check. Authority." Maintaining their own guests is also their responsibility.

"Yeah." Abe replied.

Even if she didn't check, she knew who this person was. The smell is different between people, not to mention that in this villa, he is the only one who uses men's perfume. She is very sensitive to breath, and she guessed it as soon as she entered the room.

But this is the warning the show crew should have received. The guests they condoned are acting rashly.

In this villa, everyone defaults not to bring their mobile phones outside the room. It is not that they expected such vicious competition from the beginning, but that they do not want to face the mobile phone or target person information. when you give others too much information. Ai Bei is not worried about himself, he just doesn't want to behave differently from everyone else. Being unconventional means a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Unexpectedly, after she decided to be a little guest in the obedient cue process, she would receive such a "surprise".

"Now that person has sent information that will be unfavorable to you, and the target person has also received it..." After Zhuzhudian submitted the report, the program continued to run, "According to the data calculation, there are two solutions, one, the program group The possibility of resetting the world for you is 0%; second, the program group will give you a new number, the probability is 90%. Regarding the information that has been eliminated, 99% of the possibilities can be retrieved, but it will take time.”

In the time of information restoration, it is difficult to guarantee whether she will be pulled into the blacklist.

This time, it was a loophole of the show team. Their preventive measures were not strict enough, which gave people with malicious intentions an opportunity to take advantage. There can be internal competition, but there can be no malicious competition that destroys the effect of the program.

But just like the data given by Pearl, they made up for her only so much.

The new number sounds like a chance to start over, but for Abe, who has already completed the task to 30%, she cannot do it again in the same way. She has to come up with a brand new method, and this method, when the show is going on until now, and Hall's vigilance is getting heavier and heavier, is likely to fail.

On the screen of the mobile phone glowing with white light, Hall's message remained: "I hate being deceived very, very much."

In the dim light, Aibe's curled eyelashes moved slightly and tapped on the button, "—a letter to you."

22nd century.

Hall snorted contemptuously as he watched what was said to be the most affectionate and moving romance novel of the year, as the hero and heroine experience white lies, misunderstandings, forgiveness, and then embrace each other.

A white lie means that it goes against the will of the other party. Why lie? Because you know that this is an unacceptable plan for the other party, and you want to implement it. Wouldn't it be sweeter to wrap the bitter medicine of lies in sugar-coated goodwill?

This book cost him so much time.

There was a letter in the mailbox, and after he browsed it roughly, he was about to give a reply. At the end of the work letter from the agent, there is a note: I know that you are a bottleneck in your creation and do not check your mobile phone information, just let you know that you have found a psychiatrist for Alyssa, and the progress is good.

Does he not read the information?

His blond hair fell down, and his eyes still stayed between the words. The words seemed to be entangled and turned into liquid water, blurring the shape. If he didn't look at the information on his mobile phone, he wouldn't have seen those words after a rare good night's sleep.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to hide you anymore."

"I just want to see you, and it's too hard to get close to you, so I can only get your attention in this way... You might think this game is fake, but it's real to me. It's mine Constructed with hard work, I want to hold my heart in front of you. If you like it, it is the best compliment to me."

"Do you get angry when I say that? I really like you."

"I want to see you, would you like to see me?"

Among the large pieces of information, the dazzling truth hit Hall's eye mask and brain.

This game is fake.

Surrounded by her beautiful words like flowers, it couldn't hide its ugly truth. He saw the silt under the flowers, which was smelly and dirty. Because a woman liked him very much, wanted to see him, and wanted to attract his attention, she made up such a texting game like a mini-game.

Fun?

The interaction between two people who love each other is called sex, and he and a strange woman - not even knowing if she looks like what she describes, he feels disgusted.

Hall badly imagined her panic and pain after uttering those words calmly...

The sound of paper being torn rang out.

He looked down at his torn pages, the torn pages had burrs, and the torn book reminded him that he didn't want to be as happy as he imagined, not as casual as he used to wander between people's hearts every time. mocking the stupidity of the insiders.

He suddenly began to care, whether his blow to her was really powerful, and she really liked him as she said?

The screen of the mobile phone showed his handsome face and the deep indifference on it. Before his consciousness could react, he picked up the mobile phone again and browsed the "sincerity" of a woman.

Then, delete one by one, as if tearing up the other party's "true heart".

Suddenly, her message popped up on the screen that had been silent as stagnant water.

"—a letter to you."

"This is what I said in a letter I found in the room. It's a long letter. I read it halfway through sending it to you, and it took a little time. Who do you think the 'you' here refers to? "

"?"

"...You are so impatient, I haven't finished reading my letter yet."

Four consecutive pieces of information have constructed a fake game world and a fake game character.

The warm light fell on Hall's face, but it didn't lighten his cold expression one bit. There was a mean smile on the corner of his lips: "Read the letter?" Did she change her strategy and decide to start over after finding out that he didn't forgive her?

"I was reading the letter. After I received your message, I don't read it now. Because you seem to be killing me."

"..."

"Right? You're mad at me."

"..."

This false sense of "since you don't like it, let's start over" makes Hall find it funny, ironically funny.

"So, those words are just the content of the letter, not what you said to me?"

"You're so cute, when did I talk to you in that tone?"

He froze for a moment because of her words. Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of absurdity and anger hit him because of his momentary shaking.

"Then I'm really disappointed." He lifted his phalanx lightly and entered the information in a leisurely manner, "You said that you are a real person, I am very happy to hear that, and I want to see you. It turns out that this is not true. ?"

"Of course I am a real person, are you fake?" she asked strangely.

"You know what I'm talking about. I really want to see you, not you in the game, but just as you are." He typed with a sneer, "I've thought about it for a long time, and being able to design such a game shows you He's a very interesting person, and I'm a little annoyed by being tricked, but what's wrong with getting to know one more friend?"

"Maybe, we can come out and meet?"

She asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"Why did what you said become a little difficult to understand. Are you in a bad mood today? Do you need me to read the next letter to you?"

She has always adhered to her "settings" and has not been shaken. This made Hall's teasing mood sour and heavy.

He suddenly felt bored.

"...Enough is enough."

"You think you can keep fooling me like this?"

"Maybe you can explain to me, 'You might think this game is fake, but it's real to me'. You tell me that's also in the letter? What letter, who wrote it to whom, Would you use such words?"

I see.

In the interstellar time and space, Aibe smiled slightly like a hunter who caught a small prey. Although the previous dialogue can guess what the person pretended to send her, she still wanted to make a confirmation.

Confirmed Hall, wanted an explanation.

"I really, really hate being deceived."

So, I am very, very eager for your explanation.

She engraved these words in her eyes, and the bright light shone on her calm gray pupils, which seemed a bit strangely beautiful.

"Actually, I've been wanting to ask since just now..."

"What do you mean by game world?"

She responded slowly, as if using her restricted program to digest his message, "I'm not really stupid, I heard, I just... just wanted to interrupt you."

Even though it was just a few simple words, Hall seemed to hear the sound of someone's heart being torn apart. His powerful emotional perception ability made his heart seized by these words in an instant.

"Why, where did I say something wrong?" He suppressed the strange feeling and asked her mockingly.

"...No, no, maybe you're right?" she said, "I don't know, it's just weird, you're right, everything here seems weird..."

What is she saying?

"Maybe...you can tell me?"

tell her what?

"I am a little scared."

"Are you still there, can you respond to me?"

"I'm sorry, maybe I should solve the answer myself, I can't rely on you all the time, it's very wrong, but why do I have to ask you those answers, why let you solve the puzzle for me? Who are you to me?"

The emotional power that filled the words made his heart tremble slightly.

Suppose...

Suppose, she is really a game character.

Hall remembered his previous moment of shaking.

If she's someone who can build that world out of her own abilities, then she's either very wise or likes him as she says. Either way, the "truth" should not be revealed at that time.

She hasn't achieved anything yet, has she? How can the person who took the time to lead him into the trap suddenly say those "truths" when the next level is about to start?

The most suitable place should be at least after the secret room level is over.

Well, in another way of thinking, she is indeed a game character. What is the content of that letter?

His powerful associative ability allows him to find out more than a dozen reasons that spread like green branches in an instant, such as the easter eggs buried by the author, the logo for the game, the secret behind the letter that really needs to be solved, or ...just the bad taste of the game makers.

He has known makers who like to bury "easter eggs" in the game. They don't like the same game process. They often design some surprises for the players, but sometimes the surprises they think are different from what the players imagined.

So, what do the words he just said mean to a game character?

Hall only felt the noise in his head almost burst his brain. He wasn't sure if what he thought was correct, and even felt that he was being tricked again, but his stiff knuckles still entered text in the dialog box uncontrollably, "No, I'm not talking about you..."

His message has not yet been sent, and the last words belonging to her jump out: "I'm fake, right? I'm not a real person."

He seemed to be able to see her pale and blank face, and her heart seemed to be clenched violently. He didn't finish his words, but he wanted to send the denial first.

Just then, the screen of his mobile phone went black.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Hall forgot whether he had charged it before bed. And he couldn't find the charger that the assistant put away in the whole room, so he could only send an email to ask the agent through the computer mailbox.

After a minute, no reply.

Two minutes later, no reply.

Three minutes later...

Hall calmly wore his nightgown and drove downstairs to the agent. For the sake of convenience, the agent's residence is very close to him. He looked like he was wearing a formal suit and was going to a dinner party, but his messy blonde hair showed his embarrassment and panic.

"Hall?" The moment the agent opened the door, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"charger."

"I didn't put it away. I just asked the assistant and I'm going to reply to you..." He was shocked by his unprecedented power of action, "What's the matter, what happened?"

"What about yours?" Hall barged into his inner room.

"...Don't move, I'll get it!"

Hall, who had the charger in his hand, ignored the manager's shocked gaze and hurriedly connected the charging cable to the phone. After a short and long waiting time, the phone finally turned on and lit up.

There are six pieces of information displayed in the column of her number.

Hall's tense jaw relaxed slightly, and she hadn't left. In the mood that everything could be remedied in time, he clicked on the message and looked down from the first one.

[The program has an error and the game fails to run]

【The game restarts...】

[The game failed to run...]

【Game reset...】

【Game reset...】

and the last one:

"Hello, I'm a schoolgirl with amnesia and I'm in a weird room right now. All I have is this phone, and the only contact on it is you. Whoever you are, I need Your help."

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