Players' NPC boss

The snow-white ceiling, the snow-white curtains blown by the wind, and... the soothing sound of pages turning.

In 2100, tree resources have become scarce and paper books have been replaced by electronic files. Sitting in an abandoned classroom, the flat-chested beautiful girl in stockings reading literary novels will also become a mobile phone-looking person in this era.

The woman looked at the ceiling and moved her wrists. Something tied her wrists.

It was a very reliable restraint.

"I can't tell that you are still an S, but unfortunately I don't like being an M."

"You should have been locked up in an official mental hospital and given compulsory drug treatment. But you have been soaking yourself in handmade nutrient solution and shoddy virtual stealth cabins for too long, and your life is in danger, so you can only be sent to a sanatorium." The kitchen utensil closed the book in his hand and glanced at the woman on the bed.

"This is the sanatorium built by our company. It is specially used to treat mentally ill patients like you who cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy and intend to commit suicide."

"Hehe, if you send me there, I will definitely not live for a day." The woman raised her eyebrows, and even though she was quite weak, she was still smiling.

"I have a lot of black materials about big people [Virtual Stealth Addiction] in my hands. They will definitely find a way to shut me up forever."

"As long as you shut that mouth, you will be safe."

"I can't close it. I have already handed those lists to the police." The woman closed her eyes and hummed leisurely, "The person who defeats the BOSS should get a corresponding reward, right?"

The kitchen utensils supported her face. No wonder the police let them secretly transport the people away. After all this time, they caught a real big fish.

She was sure that the evidence must be extremely detailed, and she estimated that there would be an earthquake in the upper-level agencies soon.

And the person who caused this earthquake was lying comfortably on the bed, looking like an outsider. If her feet were not tied, she would probably have to lift her feet up.

"So what happened next?"

"It hasn't been decided yet. They decided to hold the elimination match on the surface in a while. Penguin... The newcomer said that they should just take advantage of this heat and let the game continue for a while."

"Also, the exchange of authority between the earth and the sun has not been completed. I think it's because you have perfected the loopholes in the underground world, which led to..."

The kitchenware kept talking, and the warm sunshine made the woman drowsy.

The long-lost sense of security made the woman react until the room was quiet for a long time. In the past, she always tried to hear every word as much as possible, only in this way could she analyze and use it.

"To be honest, when that face appeared, I thought it would be the past self redeeming the present self, but I didn't expect it to be a punishment."

"He is not familiar with you, and in his eyes you are just a bad guy with a lot of bad water." The kitchenware touched the old book in his hand, and after opening it, there was an old music player embedded in the book.

"Have you forgotten what you looked like when you first met us?"

She was not reading a book from the beginning, but watching this player.

Although the policeman agreed to lock the woman up in a private nursing home, he still didn't allow her to touch any electronic devices.

Who knows what this woman can make with a pile of waste materials... You know, this woman was once a practical person who wanted to make the world a better place. A player might even become a tool for escape.

"Forgot."

"Then think about it before the treatment ends." The cook put the book player on the woman's pillow and pressed the player.

[If you have too many complaints about this world, you won't dare to move forward after falling down...]

"Really? Jay Chou?"

"One hundred years of golden songs." The cook walked to the door, opened the door, and tapped the door handle with his fingers one by one.

After knocking round after round, she turned around and said.

"I want to tell you that you are not sick and don't need to take medicine. You are not extreme, you are just the only one who is angry about it."

But the response she got was the woman's indifferent hum, as if she was immersed in her own world.

The door closed slowly, but that sound was like the door opening.

The woman rarely thought of the past. She liked music because she was easily infected by the emotions in the music. She could feel the beauty just by listening to it.

So she took an old music player and carefully selected the so-called century-old golden songs to play back and forth in the laboratory. She thought that listening to these songs would definitely make the hearts of these problem children a little more sunny and less complaining.

The problem children were tossing the player annoyed, but there was no way, they could only be forced to listen to the songs in it.

After listening for a long time, they would also hum a few words while working.

And now this player was placed next to her pillow and started to play in a loop.

"In the end, it was my turn to be tortured. This thing was made by me."

"The past self saves the present self... It's really a cliché."

"By the way, I have another question."

The kitchen utensils suddenly pushed the door in, and the woman immediately turned her head with all her strength, buried her face in the pillow and squirmed hard.

"You used your own face to become a black beast knight. Does this mean that you think you have turned evil now? So immature."

"Ah——" The woman struggled on the bed with all her strength and let out a shrill scream, trying to drown out the kitchen utensils' giggles.

Her face was so red that she was going to explode.

"See you next time, here's the answer."

"Goodbye." The woman who was caught with a black history could only answer honestly.

A wanted fugitive was caught. Even though he is one of the founders of the famous [G] company, this news did not make the headlines. Most of the hot searches were about the famous so-and-so using prohibited technology behind his back and involving to multiple private human experiments and even kidnapping cases.

Netizens took it for granted and didn't pay much attention to it. As for the players of "Godlock", they didn't care about it at all. Only some UP owners who wanted to complete "Comprehensive Analysis of Blaze" paid a little attention.

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After returning to the company, or to be precise, after walking from the air passage of one building to another, Kitchenware waved his hand to the person who greeted them.

"I think she's quite healthy, but it's best to keep her under observation for a while."

"As long as you are healthy." The boss breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his hand and patted the penguin next to him who was still bruised and swollen. "This kid is the hero this time. We have to think carefully about what reward to give him."

"Give him another chance to plan?" Kitchenware said jokingly, "We always treat job opportunities as rewards."

Unexpectedly, Penguin actually nodded and confidently pulled out a stack of documents from his pocket.

"Actually, I really had an idea. After I was beaten to the point of having stars in my eyes, I complained about why I had to be beaten like this, and after tracing the source of the problem and finding that it was my own problem, I deeply reflected on myself."

"In the final analysis, there are too many players participating, so my next project is [Solar War]. Only players who own the sun and have independently completed the solar cruise can participate!"

"This guy's head must have been damaged."

"It's so pathetic. Give him some subsidies."