Hell App - Chapter 35
Returning to the real world, Bai Yan was mentally exhausted.
After not sleeping well all night, he should lie down to catch up on his sleep. However, he did not rest, but immediately saved the notebook video.
He opened the video, which lasted only a minute and a few seconds. In the video, he lowered his head and held his phone, swiping his thumb across the screen. When he pressed a certain screen, his body suddenly stiffened, his eyes became empty, as if his soul had been taken away, and he sat quietly on the 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 from the second floor, he rolled in the grass. His clothes should have been covered with mud and grass blades. However, the clothes were as clean as if he had just put them on, without even a trace of extra wrinkles. .
“Did the consciousness enter the game, not the body?” Bai Yan rubbed his arm. There should have been a scratch here, but now it was intact: “Then what happened the first time?”
Recalling the first game, when he came back, his whole body was stained by the blood in the bathtub. It took him a lot of effort to deal with the bloody clothes and wipe the blood stains on the floor.
Also, after returning from the last game, although there was no sign of getting wet all over his body, he also had a high fever all night, which would only get better the next day.
“Could it be that… the damage to the consciousness will affect reality? My head hurts just talking about it.”
Bai Yan held his forehead and hit his head on the ground. This way of death impressed him deeply. In the game world, he was nervous and could barely hold on. As soon as he returned to the real world, his head began to hurt, and there was an itchy pain in his joints, as if he had been chopped by the old lady with a kitchen knife again.
After confirming that the way to enter the game was through soul travel, Bai Yan closed his laptop 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. Over the course of the afternoon, many new posts appeared on the forum, but Bai Yan didn’t see any records about his game.
That Li Ming, he might not have escaped and died in the game. But maybe he was busy preparing for the college entrance examination and thought posting posts was a waste of time, so he didn’t post them to provide new game ideas to the players.
Regardless of whether Li Ming is alive or not and whether he will take the initiative to post, Bai Yan has no spirit of sharing unless necessary.
After hurriedly browsing the new posts, Bai Yan finished the takeout he ordered and then exited the game forum, preparing to search for other news about the game on the Internet.
The content on the forum is very comprehensive, but after reading it for half a month, he has already read through the entire forum. He tried searching for keywords and changed several search engines, but there were a lot of irrelevant things, and there was no news really related to the game.
“Is it possible that now that there is an official forum, everyone is too lazy to discuss it elsewhere?”
Bai Yan looked at the red and blue web page, his excessively pale face dimming under the fluorescent light of his mobile phone.
After wasting an hour on the Internet and changing several keywords, Bai Yan still found nothing. At this time, he noticed something, so he opened his laptop and tried to transfer the one-minute video he had just recorded to the network disk.
Bai Yan clicked upload, and soon, a pop-up window indicated that the upload was successful. He then refreshed, and the video he just uploaded disappeared without a trace, and even the original file of his video disappeared together, like a dream that disappeared without a trace.
“It turns out that the app doesn’t allow players to discuss the game elsewhere, and it doesn’t even allow marginal videos to be uploaded?” Bai Yan rubbed his chin and thought: “Also, no one on the forum has ever suggested that the way to participate in the game is ‘soul penetration’ It’s still the topic of ‘dressing’, maybe it’s not that people didn’t think of it, but it was deleted as soon as it was posted.”
The app’s control over public opinion is extremely strict, as if it doesn’t want other people to know about the game in real life.
Now Bai Yan knows that publishing opinions online is not feasible. Apps can control the Internet, and anything posted online cannot escape its monitoring. So what if we exclude the Internet and try another method?
As soon as he thought of it, Bai Yan took out a piece of white paper from the drawer, picked up a ball pen and planned 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 tip of the pen hit rows of twisted black dots on the paper, and he couldn’t write even half a meaningful character.
“It is not allowed to send messages through the Internet, and more primitive writing is not allowed…”
Bai Yan changed the way he used his pen and tried to draw the app icon using drawing. However, as soon as he had this idea, what he drew was a bunch of meaningless ghost drawings, which was far from the pattern he really wanted to draw.
After several failures, Bai Yan did not give up.
He tried using Morse code, puzzle hints, recording on his mobile phone, and even using his own password to write out the App’s information, but all failed without exception.
He has understood that no matter what, he can’t tell his game experience to a second person who has nothing to do with the game.
However, he didn’t feel depressed either. He didn’t plan to tell anyone about such a personal matter, and he didn’t have a close friend to talk to. The only person who liked to be nosy was dead.
Throwing the messy drawing paper into the wastebasket, Bai Yan browsed the news on his notebook.
He entered the keywords “mobile phone” and “sudden death” in the search bar, and a large number of related news came up.
【Shock! 18-year-old college student died mysteriously while playing with mobile phone! The cause turned out to be sudden cardiac death. 】
[A freshman at xx University died suddenly in the dormitory because he stayed up late playing with his mobile phone. When he died, he was still holding his mobile phone in his hand and staring at the mobile game.
The student’s roommate told reporters that on May xx, Liu spent the whole night playing on his mobile phone as usual. Liu has a withdrawn personality. He became obsessed with mobile games a month ago. He stares at the screen every day and ignores people. He plays until very late and ignores anyone who asks him what he is playing.
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“We called him to class in the morning, and there was no response after calling (the deceased) several times. When we discovered something was wrong, he was still leaning against the wall, holding up his mobile phone with his hand, and staring at the screen.