Chapter 1 The Victorious Sigh

Having secured victory, Xiao Tan logged off immediately after being transported out of the script.

Si Yu and Bei Ling naturally found Xiao Tan's behavior a bit odd. However, Feng Bujue, who knew a little about the situation, immediately said with an unquestionable and firm attitude, "I know what's going on. I'm going to log off now to take care of it. I'll give you a detailed explanation tomorrow."

Then, Brother Jue returned to the login space and chose "Disconnect and wake up."

Of course, after such a thing happened, Bei Ling and Si Yu were in no mood to continue playing, and they both logged off to rest.

Two minutes later, in the real world, at Feng Bujue's home.

The hatch of the game pod opened, and Brother Jue sat up from inside.

He scratched his messy hair and climbed out of the game pod. "Hoo... Should I make a call..." He hesitated for a second. "No... I should just go to his house. It's better to talk to him face to face."

Brother Jue muttered to himself and prepared to change his clothes.

"You're not going anywhere." A voice suddenly rang out.

In that instant, Feng Bujue's first reaction was... a burglar had broken into the house.

At the moment, all the lights in the house were off, and only a few parts of the game pod were glowing. Feng Bujue couldn't see the other person's location, but this was his own home, and he could tell just by listening that the other person was sitting on the sofa.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Bujue immediately darted out like an arrow, keeping his body low, and rushed towards the kitchen.

"Hehehe... I don't think going for the knife is a good idea." The person on the sofa let out an extremely sinister chuckle.

When Feng Bujue heard that sinister laugh, his body immediately stiffened. His brain was racing, and he remembered almost instantly where he had heard this voice before.

"You are..." Brother Jue turned his head. "That game administrator?"

Snap—

Woody snapped his fingers, and the lights in the living room suddenly turned on.

"Hehe... I've never admitted that I'm a game administrator." Woody smiled. "That's just your speculation, and a wrong one at that."

Feng Bujue looked at the bespectacled man in a suit on the sofa, was silent for a couple of seconds, and then said, "How did you get in here? What do you want?"

"Hehe... interesting..." Woody smiled. "You didn't ask how I found out your address, but directly asked how I got in here, which means you already have a guess as to how I obtained your information."

"Hmph... I never expected those game companies to 'respect user privacy' as they promised." Feng Bujue said, "Even if the information after neural connection is controlled by the optical brain, the personal information I filled out on the forum must have been backed up by your Dream company, right..."

"Yes, hehe... I know, you don't trust any third-party platforms, including transaction websites, express delivery companies, chain hotels, telecommunications departments, or even government agencies..." Woody continued. "But please believe me, Dream Company absolutely respects players' privacy, and your information will never be leaked by us."

"Oh? Then I'd like to ask, how did you find my house?" Feng Bujue said as he walked to the edge of the sofa.

"The answer is in your brain." Woody pushed up his glasses. "Think again, what did I say to you last time?"

"The images and sounds that already exist in my memory, I finished digesting them a minute ago without you telling me."

Such a sentence flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, and he sneered, "Hmph... making a mystery of it, you're trying to say that you can read other people's memories?"

"You don't believe me?" Woody said, "If I couldn't, then please tell me... how did I find out that Wang Tanzhi killed someone ten years ago?"

Feng Bujue's expression suddenly changed, and countless assumptions flashed through his mind.

"Your thinking is fast, but it still hasn't broken away from the norm." Woody said, "If you can accept the existence of supernatural powers, our conversation can proceed more smoothly." He tilted his head and smiled again, "In that case... the question of 'how this four-eyed guy turned on the lights' can also be temporarily removed from your thinking queue."

"I understand... your company's game pods can completely steal players' memory information." Feng Bujue was still reasoning with rational standards.

"Hehe... haven't given up on using science to explain it yet?" Woody turned his head. "Then... Arthas, how about saying something."

"This kind of silly name that silly youths come up with, only a silly superior like you would use it." Arthas walked over from the corner of the room, and it was really talking... and the voice it emitted was actually a young woman's voice.

"Uh..." Feng Bujue's thinking temporarily short-circuited for two seconds, and he looked at Woody again, "Ventriloquism..."

"I can't make my voice that high-pitched." Woody said.

Arthas jumped onto the sofa, lay down on the backrest, and said, "I know, you're going to deduce next... that I have a microphone hidden on me or something..." It paused. "But, if you dare to take the opportunity to touch me anywhere other than my head, I'll tear you to pieces."

"You're a male cat! A male cat!" Feng Bujue really went crazy this time. "No... this isn't right, hmph... this is probably a TV prank show! The lights must have been tampered with... there's something hidden in the cat's body or collar..."

Tzz—

Woody's finger waved gently in the air, and the next second, one of Feng Bujue's legs was cleanly severed from the thigh.

With a thud... Brother Jue's leg fell to the ground, and he himself, pale as death, was stunned for two seconds, then lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Don't worry, this is called cross-dimensional cutting. You see, you're not bleeding at all, and you don't feel any pain." Woody said with a smile, "Hehe... so... how do you explain this? Magic? Hypnosis? Or did you accidentally take a large amount of marijuana?"

Feng Bujue raised his head and looked at his "severed leg." He actually saw a complete cross-section; bone marrow, bone, blood vessels, muscles, fat, skin... those things were still moving, and no blood was flowing from the cross-section, and his own half of his thigh looked the same.

"Do you want to study it for a while longer? Or should I help you reattach your leg immediately?" Woody asked.

"Reattach it..." Feng Bujue regained his composure.

Woody snapped his fingers, and Brother Jue's severed leg flew up by itself and reconnected to its owner's body, and even his severed pajamas were restored to their original state.

"Sit down and talk." Woody made a gesture.

Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes, staring unblinkingly at Woody, and slowly walked to the opposite side of him and sat down. "So... vampires, zombies, ghosts, Tathagata Buddha... these are all real?"

"Why does one of the four items you mentioned feel out of place..." Arthas commented.

"Some are real." Woody replied, "And some... hehe... are fabricated by you humans yourselves."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue's mind was a little messed up. "Then... I remember you said... you're from Hell?"

"That's right." Woody replied.

"You also said..." Feng Bujue tried hard to recall every word the other person said during their last meeting, "Wherever you come from, I shall go to..."

"What? You don't think you can go to heaven after you die?" Woody said.

"It's not that." Feng Bujue said, "It's just... I want to confirm, the time for me to go there shouldn't be in the near future, right?"

"You're worried about that shadow in your brain, aren't you?" Woody smiled, "Hehe... haven't you noticed? When I'm in the same room with you, you've already regained your fear."

Feng Bujue's expression changed drastically when he heard this. He suddenly had an idea, a terrible speculation. He looked up at Woody and asked in a deep voice, "Did you... do something to my brain?"

"Ah... did I... hehehe..." Woody muttered in an ambiguous tone, "Alright, I know you have a lot of questions to ask." He paused for a second. "But I may not answer them, hehe..." Another sinister smile. "Let's talk about... the most pressing question right now." He pronounced a name word by word, "Wang Tanzhi."