Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

The pure white door of light arrived as scheduled after the mission ended. You brought the villains one by one and walked into the gate of light.

Their place of return is at the end of the light door, while "home" and "greenhouse" are on the other side of the light door. They are separated by a layer of crust and will always function independently as underground and above-ground worlds. Lin Huai didn't know what the "civilized world" that evolved from "nuclear winter" would look like in a few years.

He can foresee that the 'greenhouse' will inevitably be destroyed in its madness, but will the reborn 'home' move towards a guaranteed future?

"Rebirth..."

He pondered these two words and suddenly smiled: "Speaking of which, I can be considered reborn."

This body, together with the remaining memories, does not belong to the original self. The memories that he once possessed are now nowhere to be found. However, at the beginning, the memory awakened in front of the newspaper was like a mosquito that came and went without a trace in a mosquito net, buzzing and hovering in his vigilant heart.

'That place should be the world behind the 'door'. The certain feeling of being inspired... It does mean that the memory should come from my soul itself. ' he thought, 'and that icy voice that made an agreement with me was indeed the sound of the system. ’

Why did he insist on entering the "door" in the past? What did he get behind the "door"? What exactly are those colorful bubbles? And what kind of bet did he make with the system in the end?

There was a dull pain in his forehead. Fatty walked in front and chatted with Lu Xiaotian: "...I don't know what score the old witch in the system will give me after entering the personal space this time..."

"After you have been promoted to the intermediate level, the game will be scored as an answer system. Before you enter your own space, you have to face the examiner of this game and have a defense." Zhao Jingtian walked into the gate of light. He turned around and looked at Lin Huai behind him: "Remember my name, we will meet later."

After speaking, his long ponytail disappeared into the door of light.

The players disappeared into the door of light one by one, and outside the door, only Lin Huai and Chu Tianshu were left. Lin Huai looked at Chu Tianshu: "Aren't you going to leave?"

"There are still things to deal with."

"Oh."

Lin Huai passed him and fell into the gate of light. With the real feeling of being supported beneath him, he realized he was sitting in an interrogation room-like room.

The four walls of the room were painted white, and the one facing him was a piece of one-way glass. From his perspective, it was a deep darkness.

He recalled Zhao Jingtian's popular science on the defense process: the format of the defense will vary with the examiner's personality. However, no matter how the format changes, the examiner will eventually ask the players several questions related to the game.

These problems are closely related to the performance of players in the game.

"Then what questions might he ask me?" Lin Huai asked in confusion at that time.

"this…"

Zhao Jingtian got stuck, Chu Tianshu listed the equation with a pen next to him, and replied slowly:

"Question one, why are you so beautiful. Question two, are you happy. Question three..."

Before Chu Tianshu could finish speaking, Lin Huai had already pressed his head onto the table.

Lin Huai waited in the interrogation room for a long time, but until he collapsed into a liquid cat cake, there was no examiner on the opposite side of the glass.

'Is it because Lu Xiaotian talks too much? Or is it because Zhao Jingtian's protagonist has too much halo, and I have been expelled from this novel because of him...' He lay on the table, thinking like this, so bored that he wanted to take out his eyeballs and use them as marbles. After he successfully restrained his playfulness countless times, the dark room next door finally dimly lit up.

He saw a shadow appear across the glass. Due to the occlusion of the glass, he could only see the figure and outline of the shadow, and judged that he did not look more than thirty years old.

"Tsk, it's finally here, you're so punctual... But I take the liberty to ask, who are you?" Lin Huai said bluntly, "I don't remember that doll was so tall..."

"It's been a long time." Shadow said, "I'm your examiner."

Shadow's voice was not old or indifferent, it could even be called young and gentle.

However, Lin Huai vaguely felt that this voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"The first question, you are a very special player. When everyone else chose to swallow their voices, you chose another unique method." Shadow said, "Why?"

Lin Huai raised his head and looked at him, the shadow remained motionless.

"Or ask the question in a different way," Shadow continued, "Do you feel like you're on the right side?"

Lin Huai smiled.

"If I said yes, you would say, I bloodied the studio, killed a lot of people, and kept the residents of the greenhouse underground to raise poison. I would be a villain. If I said no, you would also think of reasons to give I'm excused. I didn't think about all this mess." He said, "I'm doing all this just because . . . you guys want to see a play."

"Every beautiful drama has violent conflicts. There are decent villains, as well as protagonists and supporting roles. Well... This is my experience of being addicted to TV dramas for a while." Lin Huai blinked. He folded his hands, propped his chin up, and looked at the shadow: "But I don't want to be a decent person, and I don't want to be a villain."

"I just want to be a happy, crazy harlequin who messes everything up. Throws roses at the audience, smashes the sanctimonious protagonist in the head with a prop gun. When it's all over, take the lost little girl back to her home. The protagonist Follow the morals, the villain follows the script, only the clown who can do whatever he wants, the freest and happiest." He spread his hands, "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Shadow said politely, "I didn't expect you to be quite poetic."

"Second question, do you think you brought them happiness? From the nuclear winter to the civilized world, after you left, are you satisfied with the result you created?"

"Of course satisfied, because I am happy..."

"The third question..."

Countless operational questions were raised to Lin Huai one by one, including the calculation method of the deduction system. At the end of the question, Lin Huai was already lying on the table. He stared at the ceiling and sighed: "...How many boring questions are there, I want to go back to watch TV..."

"It's the last one, please bear with me. Let's get to the final question now," Shadow said softly, "—what did you remember in front of the newspaper wall?"

Zi-

La-

A long, continuous sound of electric current, accompanied by noise, rang out for a long time in the room. The lamp cover on the ceiling began to shake and flickered.

At that moment, all Lin Huai's clothes were dyed crimson. The frosted glass began to move, and only in the next moment, it approached Lin Huai.

The dark shadow on the glass began to stretch and widen until it took over the entire glass, turning it completely into its original, pitch-black color.

"It turned out to be... I remembered... a bet..." The pitch-black window looked at Lin Huai, who was like a great enemy, and said, "Lin Huai."

"Or, let me call you by your real name? Huai Xu."

"Fulfill...our...bet...or...be...our..."

"Part of it."

The pitch-black color wrapped around Lin Huai's hands and climbed up along the red shirt, as if trying to pull him into the shadow. But just as he was about to sink.

He laughed involuntarily.

"Haha...hahaha..."

Bright red blood flowed out from the corners of his eyes, and where the blood flowed, the darkness dissipated. In that darkness, he looked at his blood, and with just one glance, he seemed to see countless numbers, dense and disordered, glowing with strange white light.

Lin Huai found that he was in the white personal space, and the turntable representing the lottery was still turning slowly in front of him.

As if everything he saw in the interrogation room was a fantasy.

"This is…"

He got up from the sofa and looked around warily. However, when he looked back, he found that the black door appeared in the wall again!

The door was still wrapped in dense chains, and the most conspicuous among the chains was a large lock. It stood there quietly, but without looking closely, you could feel the cold and peeping breath coming from it.

...However, what caught his attention was that one of the thickest chains had been broken and hung on either side of the door.

He stared at the door for a long time, and then said to the system: "Call up the character panel."

Name: Lin Huai (temporary)

Gender: look like you can't get pregnant

Age: 20 years old

Faction Rating: Pleasure

Lin Huai: "…"

Current status: Intermediate field player

XP: 0/10000

Distance to next level: 10000

Current number of copies passed: 4

Dungeon 4 (upgrade field) civilized world, evaluation sss

Earned the honorary title "The Harlequin of Pleasure". Would you like to view the title profile and its skills now?

"Yes." Lin Huai didn't lift his eyelids.