Hell App

Returning to the real world, Bai Yan's spirit is very exhausted.

He didn't sleep well all night, so he should lie down to sleep. However, he did not take a break, but saved the notebook video for the first time.

He opened this video of only one minute and a few seconds. In the video, he lowered his head and held the phone and swiped his thumb on the phone screen. When he pressed a certain screen, his body suddenly stiffened, his eyes were hollow, as if his soul had been drawn away, and he sat quietly on a chair for a full minute.

It wasn't until he came back from the game world that his body shook and his eyes regained focus.

Bai Yan touched the tool bag beside him. It was as clean and tidy as the clothes he was wearing now. When he jumped down from the second floor, he rolled in the grass. His clothes should be covered with mud and grass blades. However, the clothes were as clean as he had just put them on. There was not even a trace of extra wrinkles. .

"Is the consciousness entering the game, didn't the body enter?" Bai Yan rubbed his arm. There should be a scratch here, but now it is intact: "What happened the first time?"

Recalling the first game, his whole body was stained with blood in the bathtub after he came back. It took him a lot of work to deal with the blood suit and wipe the blood on the floor.

And when he returned from the last game, although he didn't show any signs of getting wet, he also had a high fever all night, which will not get better until the next day.

"Could it be that... the damage to the consciousness will affect reality? My head hurts by the way."

Bai Yan supported his forehead and landed his head on the ground, which impressed him deeply. In the game world, he was tense and kept reluctantly. As soon as he returned to the real world, his head started to ache, and there was a tickling pain in the joints, as if he had been chopped by the kitchen knife again.

After confirming that the way to enter the game was Soul Wear, Bai Yan turned off the notebook and fell on the bed to rest.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Bai Yan was woken up by a spam text message.

He turned on his phone and ordered a takeaway, then entered the App. In one afternoon, many new posts appeared on the forum, but Bai Yan did not see the record of his game.

That Li Ming, he may not have escaped and died in the game. But it is also possible that he was busy preparing for the college entrance examination, thinking that posting a post was a waste of time, so he did not publish a post to provide the majority of players with new game ideas.

Regardless of whether Li Ming is alive or not, will he take the initiative to post, unless necessary, Bai Yan has no spirit to share.

After browsing the new posts in a hurry, Bai Yan ate the takeaway order, and then quit the game forum, ready to search for other news about the game online.

The content on the forum is very comprehensive, but after reading it for half a month, he has turned all over the forum. He tried to search for keywords and changed several search engines, but there were a large number of irrelevant things, and there was no news about the game.

"Is there an official forum everyone doesn't bother to discuss it elsewhere?"

Bai Yan looked at the red and blue web pages, and his overly pale face was fading in the fluorescence of the phone.

After wasting an hour on the Internet and changing a few keywords, nothing was gained. At this time, he noticed something, so he opened the notebook and tried to upload the one-minute video he had just recorded to the network disk.

Bai Yan clicked to upload, and soon a pop-up window indicated that the upload was successful. He then refreshed it, and the video just uploaded disappeared without a trace, and even the original file of his video disappeared with it, like a dream without a trace.

"It turns out that the App does not allow players to discuss the game elsewhere, and does not even allow the video to be uploaded?" Bai Yan touched his chin to ponder: "Also on the forum, no one has suggested that the way to participate in the game is'soul wear' It's still the topic of'wearing', maybe it's not that everyone didn't expect it, but the post was deleted as soon as it was posted."

App has extremely strict control over public opinion, as if you don't want the game to be known to other people in reality.

Now Bai Yan knows that posting comments on the Internet does not work. App can control the Internet. Anything posted on the Internet cannot escape its monitoring. So how about excluding the Internet and changing it?

Just do it when he thinks of it, Bai Yan draws a piece of white paper from the drawer, picks up a ball pen and plans to write on it.

He wanted to write the news about the App game on paper, but he held the pen in the air, and the pen pointed out rows of twisted black dots on the paper, and half of the meaningful characters could not be written.

"It is not possible to transmit messages via the Internet, and more primitive writing is not allowed..."

Baiyanyun pen changed the way and tried to draw the App icon by drawing. However, as soon as he had this idea, he drew a bunch of meaningless ghost symbols, which was a thousand miles away from the pattern he really wanted to draw.

After several failures, Bai Yan did not give up.

He tried using Morse code, suggesting puzzles, recording with a mobile phone, and even writing out App information with his own password, all without exception.

Trying to this level, Bai Yan completely put down his pen.

He has understood that, in any case, he cannot tell the experience of the game to a second person who has nothing to do with the game.

However, he didn't feel depressed either. He didn't intend to tell anyone about such private matters, and he didn't have a close friend to talk to. The only person who liked to be nosy was dead.

Throw the messy paper into the wastebasket, and browse the news in the notebook.

He entered the keyword ‘mobile phone’ and ‘sudden death’ in the search bar, and the result was a large piece of relevant news.

【Shock! An 18-year-old college student died bizarrely while playing with mobile phones! The cause turned out to be sudden cardiac death. 】

[Because of staying up late to play mobile phones, a freshman from **** University died suddenly in the dormitory.

The student’s roommate told reporters that on May xx, Liu spent the night on the phone as usual. Liu has a withdrawn character. He has been obsessed with mobile games a month ago. He stares at the screen every day and ignores people. He plays late and asks him nothing.

...

"In the morning we called him to class, and we called (the deceased) several times without responding. When we found something was wrong, he was still leaning on the wall, holding the phone in his hand, and staring at the screen."]

Look at the comments below. Some people scold the game for harming others, so this game should be blocked, and some people wisely advise everyone to use mobile phones reasonably and not to stay up late often.

Often staying up late is really uncomfortable. Bai Yan has stayed up for a few days before, and staying up for a long time will make the heartbeat disorder, the heart will faintly ache, and it will indeed cause sudden death.

However, there were thousands of such news in just one year, distributed all over the world, and even many people suddenly fell down while playing with their mobile phones during the day, which is really amazing.

Because too many people died suddenly while playing with mobile phones in the past year, all kinds of experts and professors have been calling for one after another.

However, no matter how experts call on everyone to pay attention to health and reduce staying up late, they still cannot resist people's enthusiasm for staying up late to play mobile phones. Every day, new sudden death news is born on the Internet, and people use their lives to prove that sudden death must be played with mobile phones.

In any case, this is quite abnormal.

Seeing this, Bai Yan already knew how to die if the game failed.

"In order to improve the chances of survival, people selected by the App will definitely keep browsing forums and browsing posts, learning escape experience, and because they can’t tell others about the game, they can only express their emotions on the forum. With a mobile phone. From the eyes of people who don’t know the inside story, it is indeed a look of addicted to mobile phones, and the sudden death of such a person will not make everyone surprised."

Bai Yan murmured: "The college student was deemed to have died suddenly while playing a game. His mobile phone must have been turned over by others. It seems that ordinary people cannot see the App. Or even if the player reads the forum, from the perspective of others Come to see this person also see other pages?"

Thinking of this, Bai Yan began to verify his speculation.

He turned on the phone and ordered a dessert for supper. When the takeaway boy came, he tried to open the app to show the boy outside.

As a result, the takeaway brother's reaction was "You are crazy, you have to show me a king x glory, your teammate is going to be cheated to death."

Bai Yan found out that the App icon on the phone had long since disappeared. What jumped on top was the ranking screen of Wang x Glory. When the takeaway boy looked away, the App returned.

Sending away the takeaway brother, Bai Yan found that the page of Wang x Glory was still open. Of course, he would not play this game. The people in the double row died a long time ago. There is no need to wrong him and continue to play this boring game. .

Although it is ranked, wouldn't it be better for teammates to be miserable.

Now that the game has started, Bai Yan made a few words in the game like "Welfare Bureau, I want to hang up, you surrender quickly", "Give up, you can't win" and other **** words, so that those who want to get higher points The teammate's mentality exploded completely.

Then, he happily quit the game and let his teammates struggle in a 4-on-5 game.

Back on the chair, Bai Yan continued to browse the news while eating supper.

After clicking on a new page, he accidentally clicked on an ad. He entered a live broadcast website, and the pages of the website listed colorful covers.

Bai Yan glanced at what he wanted to close, but when he saw one of the covers, his gaze froze.

"Where does this person seem to have seen him, who is it?" He whispered and clicked on the live broadcast. What appeared in the screen was a woman with makeup.

A huge bowl was placed in front of the woman, and ten boxes of instant noodles were placed next to the bowl.

"Afu's live broadcast room." Bai Yan read out the name of the live broadcast room word by word: "Afu...Chufu, it was you."

No wonder you show that you like to eat so much, you turned out to be a big stomach anchor.

Looking at the gifts and collections, Chu Fu is a bitter little anchor with only a thousand fans.

Generally speaking, such small anchors care about popularity.

Bai Yan raised the corners of his mouth, registered an account without saying anything, and clicked Follow and Favorites. Then, he charged a little money in the account, swiped two valuable gifts, and got Chu Fu's contact information.

After that, he successfully blended into the group opened by Chu Fu and successfully upgraded to the room manager of the live broadcast room. During the live broadcast, Bai Yan gave some gifts one after another.

After sending about five hundred, Bai Yan tentatively asked for a realistic meeting.

He didn't report much hope, he just wanted to get more realistic information about Chu Fu, but unexpectedly, Chu Fu really agreed.

"You really dare to agree."

Chu Fu promised to be too refreshing, but instead made Bai Yan a little vigilant, worried that this was a trap set by her fishing.

But even if Chu Fu was fishing, this time he had an appointment.

He still remembered that the forum was hung up.