Chapter 11 Woody's Visit

Having achieved victory, Xiao Tan logged off immediately after being transmitted out of the script.

Ruoyu and Bei Ling naturally found Xiao Tan's behavior a bit strange. However, Feng Bujue, who knew a little about the situation, immediately said with an unquestionable and firm attitude, "I've got this covered. I'm going offline now to deal with it, and I'll give you a detailed explanation tomorrow."

Then, Jue-Ge returned to the login space and selected "Offline and Awaken."

Of course, after such a thing happened, Bei Ling and Ruoyu were no longer in the mood to continue playing. They also went offline to rest.

Two minutes later, in the real world, at Feng Bujue's home.

The game pod's hatch was opened, and Jue-Ge sat up.

He scratched his messy hair and climbed out of the game pod. "Hoo… should I make a phone call…" He hesitated for a second. "No… I should just go to his house. It's better to talk to him face to face."

Jue-Ge muttered to himself, and then prepared to change his clothes.

"You're not going anywhere," a voice suddenly rang out.

In that instant, Feng Bujue's first reaction was… there was a burglar in his house.

At this moment, all the lights in the house were off; only a few parts of the game pod were glowing. Feng Bujue couldn't see the other person's location, but this was his own home, and he knew just by listening that the other person was sitting on the sofa.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Bujue darted out like an arrow, crouching low as he rushed towards the kitchen.

"Hehehe… I don't think going for the knife is a good idea," the person on the sofa said with an extremely sinister laugh.

Hearing that sinister laugh, Feng Bujue instantly froze. His brain raced, and in almost a second he remembered where he had heard this voice before.

"You are…" Jue-Ge turned his head. "That game administrator?"

*Pa*—

Woody snapped his fingers, and the lights in the living room suddenly turned on.

"Hehe… I've never admitted to being a game administrator," Woody said with a smile. "That's just your speculation, and it's wrong."

Feng Bujue looked at the bespectacled man in a suit sitting on the sofa, remained silent for two seconds, and then said, "How did you get in here? What do you want?"

"Hehe… very interesting…" Woody smiled. "You didn't ask how I found out your home address, but instead asked how I got in, which means you already have a guess about how I obtained your information."

"Hmph… I've never expected those game companies to 'respect user privacy' as they promise," Feng Bujue said. "Even if the information after neural connection is controlled by the quantum computer, the personal information I filled out on the forum is still backed up by your Dream Inc., right…"

"Yes, hehe… I know, you don't trust any third-party platforms, including transaction websites, delivery companies, chain hotels, telecommunications departments, or even government agencies…" Woody continued. "But please believe me, Dream Inc. absolutely respects player privacy. Your information will never be leaked by us."

"Oh? Then I'd like to ask, how did you find my house?" Feng Bujue said, already walking to the edge of the sofa.

"The answer is in your head." Woody pushed up his glasses. "Think again, what did I say to you last time?"

"…The scenes and sounds that already exist in your memory, I digested them a minute ago without you telling me."

A sentence flashed through Feng Bujue's mind. He sneered. "Hmph… putting on an act. Are you trying to say that you can read other people's memories?"

"You don't believe me?" Woody said. "If I couldn't, then please tell me… how did I know that Wang Tanzhi killed someone ten years ago?"

Feng Bujue's expression changed drastically, and countless hypotheses flashed through his mind.

"Your mind is fast, but it's still within the realm of the ordinary," Woody said. "If you can accept the existence of supernatural powers, our conversation can proceed more smoothly." He tilted his head and smiled again. "That way… the question of 'how this bespectacled guy turned on the lights' can also be temporarily removed from your line of thought."

"I understand… your company's game pods can completely steal players' memory information," Feng Bujue was still reasoning according to reasonable standards.

"Hehe… haven't given up on explaining it with science yet?" Woody turned his head. "Then… Arthas, why don't you say something?"

"That stupid name that's for stupid youths can only be used by a stupid superior like you," Arthas walked out of the corner of the room. It was really speaking… and it was even speaking with a young woman's voice.

"Uh…" Feng Bujue's thoughts temporarily short-circuited for two seconds. He looked at Woody again. "Ventriloquism…"

"I can't make my voice that high-pitched," Woody said.

Arthas jumped onto the sofa and lay down on the backrest. "I know that you're going to deduce that… I have a microphone hidden on me or something…" It paused for a moment. "But if you dare to touch anywhere other than my head, I'll tear you to pieces."

"You're a male cat! A male cat!" Feng Bujue really went crazy this time. "No… this isn't right, hmph… this is probably a prank show on TV! The lights must have been tampered with… there's something hidden in the cat's body or collar…"

*Tzz*—

Woody waved his finger lightly in the air. The next second, one of Feng Bujue's legs was cleanly severed from the thigh.

With a *thud*, the section of Jue-Ge's leg fell to the ground, and he himself, with a deathly pale face, froze for two seconds, then lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Don't worry, this is called cross-dimensional cutting. Look, you're not bleeding at all, and you don't feel any pain," Woody said with a smile. "Hehe… so… how do you explain this? Magic? Hypnosis? Or did you accidentally take a lot of marijuana?"

Feng Bujue raised his head and looked at his "severed leg." He actually saw a complete cross-section: bone marrow, bone, blood vessels, muscles, fat, skin… those things were still moving, and no blood was overflowing from the cross-section, and his own half of his thigh looked the same.

"Do you want to study it a little longer? Or should I help you put your leg back on immediately?" Woody asked.

"Put it back…" Feng Bujue regained his composure.

Woody snapped his fingers, and Jue-Ge's severed leg flew up on its own and reconnected to its owner's body, even his torn sleeping pants were restored to their original state.

"Sit down and talk," Woody made a gesture of invitation.

Feng Bujue stared at Woody with narrowed eyes and walked slowly to sit directly opposite him. "So… vampires, zombies, ghosts, Tathagata Buddha… these are all real?"

"Why do the four items you listed feel out of place…" Arthas muttered.

"Some are real," Woody replied. "And some… hehe… were made up by you humans yourselves."

"Oh…" Feng Bujue's mind was a bit chaotic. "Then… I remember you said… you're from Hell?"

"That's right," Woody replied.

"And you also said…" Feng Bujue tried hard to recall every word the other person said during their last meeting, "where you come from, is where I shall go…"

"What? Do you think you can go to heaven after you die?" Woody said.

"That's not it," Feng Bujue said. "I just wanted to confirm that the time for me to go there shouldn't be in the near future, right?"

"Are you worried about that shadow in your brain?" Woody smiled. "Hehe… haven't you noticed? When I'm in the same room as you, you've already regained your fear."

Hearing this, Feng Bujue's expression changed drastically. He suddenly had an idea, a terrible guess. He looked at Woody and asked in a deep voice, "Did you… do something to my brain?"

"Ah… did I… hehehe…" Woody muttered in an ambiguous tone. "Okay, I know you have a lot of questions to ask." He paused for a second. "But I may not answer them, hehe…" Another sinister laugh. "Let's talk about… the most pressing question at the moment." He pronounced a name, word by word. "Wang Tanzhi."