frightfiction Chapter 120 Master
Chapter 120 Master
Ning Xinian: ...
He Jingtang, having recovered: ...
"No way?!" He Jingtang exclaimed, "This game is ridiculous!"
You painstakingly slay the monster, thinking you can finally pass the level, only to be told that you've been corrupted by your phone and can only be freed by waiting for the next person to enter.
Is this a water ghost dragging someone into the water?
After Yan Xun noticed the monsters becoming clearer, he had already guessed the plot's direction. Players couldn't become stronger for no reason. The fact that they could suddenly see monsters they shouldn't be able to see was most likely because they had been gradually corrupted and were seeing things from "another world." This phone was the source of that corruption.
The deliberately hidden mirrors and first-person perspective in the villa, in particular, convinced him of his suspicions.
If players had chosen not to take their phones from the beginning, Yan Xun felt they would most likely have been unable to leave the villa.
Given the game's setup, players would have to try multiple endings and play different roles before gradually discovering the truth of the game world—for example, whether the villa was contaminated by some unspeakable substance or whether the villa was a base for a mysterious organization to place cursed items.
Just like in this instance, you have to complete all the other characters' storylines before you can find out what that Jia Ye is.
Yan Xun agreed to play this horror game with He Jingtang in order to find an opportunity to extract information.
He hadn't expected He Jingtang to be so easily frightened, causing him to swallow back the questions he wanted to ask several times.
The three of them watched the ending on the screen. After thinking for a moment, Yan Xun finally spoke up, "I have a problem lately."
"What's bothering you?" Ning Xinian asked.
"I have a friend..."
Ning Xinian: "..."
He Jingtang: "..."
He said he had encountered a conman.
Ning Xinian originally wanted to ask if that friend was you, but after hearing "con artist," she became less sure. After all, Yan Xun didn't have many opportunities to go out, so logically, she shouldn't have encountered a con artist.
"What did he lie to your friend about?" He Jingtang asked.
He said that my friend was constantly plagued by misfortune and bad luck because he lacked a firm faith.
"They're all liars," Ning Xinian and He Jingtang thought simultaneously.
“My friend believed him and went to their rally with the scammer.”
"There, he met the god the charlatan had described."
Yan Xun looked at the two of them and asked, "Have you heard of this deity?"
"It is a god named Jia Ye."
……
Song Baiyuan's assistant stopped the impetuous newcomer.
"Don't go in."
The newcomer looked at his assistant in confusion. "But this is urgent!" he said anxiously to his assistant. "XXX and his girlfriend were photographed by paparazzi while shopping."
"I need to contact Brother Bai immediately to handle this."
Deep down, he didn't think much of this assistant, and even felt that the other party was abusing his power. Song Baiyuan had clearly said that there were no superiors or subordinates in the company, especially when there was an urgent matter.
—When a popular young actor is photographed on a date, isn't that an extremely urgent matter?
Before the assistant could say anything more, the other party impatiently interrupted, "I'll take responsibility if anything happens."
The assistant thought to himself, "It's not common to see people rushing to their deaths like this." He took a step back and said with a fake smile, "Please go ahead."
The newcomer finally arrived outside Song Baiyuan's office with satisfaction—he was in such a hurry for his own future. He had a close relationship with the popular young actor, but he didn't dare to say it. In fact, the paparazzi had photographed more than just a date, otherwise he wouldn't have been in such a rush.
If he were smarter, he would probably wonder why the main agent responsible for this young actor would ask him to do something like this.
As he spoke, he knocked on the office door, saying he had something to report.
Song Baiyuan did not answer immediately, but he had said before at the company that anyone could come in if the door was unlocked.
With that thought in mind, he pushed open the door to Song Baiyuan's office.
However, there was no one in the office. The newcomer was a little puzzled and quickly turned his attention to the closed door of the rest room.
At that moment, an inexplicable sixth sense finally made him feel the danger.
The newcomer also recalled an old news story about the company... Legend has it that a few years ago, six artists from the company hanged themselves within a year, with each one no more than a month apart.
This incident quickly attracted multiple investigations, which ultimately ruled out the possibility of murder.
There was no evidence of emotional manipulation or other reasons leading to suicide, nor was there any bullying in the workplace. The six artists were both male and female. If there was anything in common, it was that they were not very popular and committed suicide just before they were about to become famous.
After their suicides, the TV series or movies they starred in became wildly popular to varying degrees.
A newcomer once saw a claim online that the company used these six people in a formation, which led to their subsequent success.
For some reason, standing in Song Baiyuan's office, this thought suddenly popped into his head.
Cold sweat trickled down his neck. He wanted to back away, but found that the small door to the lounge was open.
Wearing a shirt and trousers, Song Baiyuan appeared by opening the small door to the lounge.
Seeing the newcomer, he was somewhat surprised. "Is there something you need?"
The newcomer was nervous, but seeing that Song Baiyuan's attitude was normal, he could only calm himself down and explain what he had wanted to report earlier.
After a moment's thought, Song Baiyuan said, "I understand."
He nodded to the newcomer as he spoke, "Okay, I'll handle it."
Seeing this, the newcomer felt a little relieved. He left the office cautiously, glancing at his assistant again.
The assistant didn't look at him at all; he was just staring at the computer screen, his hands sliding across the keyboard, as if he were processing some report.
If he could see the assistant's screen, he would know that the report the other party wrote contained the following:
Our company mourns with heavy hearts the passing of employee Lou Quan…
Lou Quan is the name of this newcomer.
……
After the newcomers left, Song Baiyuan returned to the lounge.
In the lounge, there was a shrine similar to the one in He Jinqiu's home, and a mysterious person with their face covered was sitting in the lounge.
“Master,” Song Baiyuan asked.
"That person has already left."
If the master hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have known someone had entered his office.
The mysterious man nodded.
"Master," Song Baiyuan asked again, "Are you sure... one of the members in the group really has a sister-in-law?"
It wasn't that he wanted to bother the master with such trivial matters, but rather that the group was formed on the master's advice.
Three years ago, the company had the idea of creating a boy band. Just then, a master suddenly appeared and gave Song Baiyuan a list.
They say that as long as these five people are there, the group is guaranteed to be a hit.
When Song Baiyuan saw the list, he thought the master was joking with him, after all, one of the people was his nephew... And the master clearly knew what was wrong with Yan Xun, so why would he let him become an idol member?