[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 36 - Your Name

"The person in black?!" Fan Jun was stunned and asked, "What kind of?"

"I can't remember exactly. There is only a vague concept, and I can't remember the details."

"Where is he? What did he do?"

"I can't remember."

"Think about it again!" Fan Jun couldn't help holding his shoulders. "What else is there? As long as it's about that person, remind me!"

"I really don't remember. If you have forgotten, I can remind you that it is normal for people to forget what they had dreamed about after waking up!" Fu Yan said, "It was just a dream. Dreams are meaningless most of the time... "

It makes sense!" Fan Jun said sharply, "You touched that soul, so you had this dream! It not only tells you the cause of Yang Xilian's death, but also other indications!"

Fu Yan was grabbed by him and his shoulder hurt . , was also a little angry: "It's useless if you shake me again, I just can't remember it! Can you shake me again and I can give you a yue?!"

"...Fuck!" Fan Jun grabbed his manual. , shaking and shaking hard, "You fucking spit it out for me! Release his soul to me, can you fucking eat this?! This is what Yang Xilian gave to him!

" The manual will fly, and I can only hold my back and shake it. Fu Yan listened to the squeaking sound of the manual, and always felt as if it was sticking its tongue out a little, and finally managed to hold back the urge to laugh.

Fan Jun shook for a while, and the manual kept pretending to be dead. When Fu Yan thought that he would finally get angry and burn this thing, he suddenly grabbed the book and shoved it into Fu Yan's hand: "Take it, don't shake this in front of me, or I will burn it!"

Fu Yan: ? ? ? Brother, did I shake it? You've been fighting it all the time, right?

He was silent for a few seconds with the manual in his hand, and when he saw that Lord Fan didn't seem to speak, he tentatively said, "Fan sir, you have finished asking your questions, can it be my turn to ask a few questions?"

Lord Fan stared at him for a few seconds before spitting out Word: "...Say."

"One is still related to this..." Fu Yan raised the notebook and said, "Why did it follow it?"

"It should also be related to the soul it swallowed." Fanjun seemed to mention this point. Annoying, he frowned and seemed to stare at the manual through a hole, "That's not its thing, you have to try your best to spit it out."

Fu Yan was helpless: "I'm just an ordinary person, where can I find a way to... ..."

"So I told you to 'try your best', do you think I'm counting on you?" Fan Jun paused, his tone seemed to slow down a little bit, "...I'll think about it too."

"Oh..." Fu Yan looked at the book After a few seconds, he tilted his head and patted the golden jade belt on his waist, "Then why did this come out with me? This is also a prop? What's the use?"

Fan Jun saw this belt, and his expression was a little subtle.

"...You can count it as a prop, it's useless." Fan Jun said with disgust, "It's better to sell it for something else."

"Where is this place, who wants this bells and whistles? Look at your mask, Is there a second one in the whole city? Everyone can't use these." Fu Yan said, "And if this thing is brought into the next game, it will be too obvious. It might be better for me to save that hemp rope."

"Hemp rope... Fan Jun's tone was even more disgusting, "Even if that thing can be brought into the game, what's the use?"

Fu Yan said: "I can't come up with anything more advanced, and I'm not a craftsman."