Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 350 Deep Pond: Fuck You

"Here are all the financial statements for when you were away. All the outsourced agents are on their way back to the company. A meeting is scheduled for 3:30 pm."

Qian Youcheng responded: "Very good, thank you."

Secretary Xiao He shook his head excitedly: "No, no! Do you want some tea? I'll make you a cup!"

After saying that, Xiao He ran away without even waiting for Qian Youcheng's answer.

Qian Youcheng didn't think there was anything wrong and just chuckled, not quite understanding Xiao He's excitement.

The phone on the table flashed. Qian Youcheng looked through the documents and picked up the phone to answer the call: "Go ahead."

"My dear brother, are you still adapting?"

Qian Youlin's voice came from the phone. Qian Youcheng looked up at the pile of information and said reluctantly, "I'm not used to it. Lend me your boyfriend."

Qian Youlin on the other end of the phone: …

The first brother on the list changed the subject and said, "Oh, my dear president, I am sorry to bother you with your busy schedule. I will leave now and go ahead."

Qian Youcheng tapped the table with his fingertips: "Then come and help me."

The call was hung up quickly. Qian Youcheng raised the corners of his lips when he heard the disconnection sound, and carefully looked through the pile of information.

This was the third day after everything was over, and Qian Youcheng began to return to his original track.

Go to work, go home every day, take two days off on Saturday and Sunday, and repeat over and over again.

Qian Youcheng said that he still missed the life of dominating Player Island No. 4, for no other reason than the relaxation.

There is nothing that can't be solved by a beating. If there is a problem, then beat him twice. If that doesn't work, then beat him three times. Qian Youcheng never bets on himself to lose.

Like his brother, he has always been the gambler who is sure to win.

The clock in the office was ticking. Xiao He brought in a cup of tea, and then brought in a pile of financial statements, all of which were from the Lu Group. Qian Youcheng did not refuse and asked Xiao He to put them away while he looked at them slowly.

He was involved in the horror game four years ago, and the company came into the hands of Lu Ming. Lu Ming did not take the opportunity to merge the company, but managed it very well. He also made plans for the future and recruited many agents.

The reason, of course, was that Lu Ming was afraid that he would disappear for no reason like Qian Youcheng, so he had to leave a way out in case he came back.

No, it comes in handy.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, Qian Youcheng pushed open the door of the conference room with a smile. In a few words, he found out four people who embezzled public funds and two who falsified accounts. He called the police and filed a lawsuit against them all. His actions were very ruthless and decisive.

After dealing with those four people, Qian Youcheng had a brief communication with other agents and the meeting did not adjourn until seven o'clock.

"It's considered overtime." Qian Youcheng nodded to the agents and smiled, "There is overtime pay."

Before the agents could react, Xiao He just said "nice" and said goodbye to Qian Youcheng happily.

Qian Youcheng smiled and waved his hand, and was the first to walk out of the meeting room. He had nothing to pack, so he left the company and went home directly after get off work.

After all, he dislikes working overtime more than those workers.

In the Qian family villa, Qian Youlin and Qi Guanju were sitting in the living room playing games while waiting for Qian Youcheng to come back for dinner. In the evening, the aunt cooked ten dishes to celebrate the savior who destroyed the horror game system.

"My dear Aunt Zhao, the savior hasn't arrived yet." Qian Youlin listened to Aunt Zhao's chatter while complaining: "If my brother heard this, he would beat me to death."

"Xiao Xiao, what are you talking about?" Aunt Zhao was a little confused: "Why would You Cheng hit you?"

Qian Youlin exclaimed and waved his hands: "It's not this brother!"

Qian Youcheng entered the house at this time. He untied his tie, lowered his head to change into slippers and smiled, "It smells good. Is dinner ready?"

Aunt Zhao kept calling out, "Hurry up, it's time to eat!"

The dinner was quite lively. After all, it was fun to have Big Brother on the list around. After everyone finished eating happily, Qian Youcheng went back to the bedroom first to take a shower and prepare for rest.

The warm water poured over his body. Without the cover of lenses, the emotions in his almond-shaped eyes were clearly visible. It was a deep disgust mixed with a little bit of confusion.

Qian Youcheng sighed deeply, closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, his thoughts a little confused.

He didn't win that game, he lost completely.

He underestimated the vicious dog's ability to bite back, and didn't understand what had happened to him that had moved the vicious dog.

It doesn't matter.

The water flow was shut off by the switch, Qian Youcheng wiped his hair casually and lay on the bed wrapped in a bathrobe.

Between them, there is probably only one person who will never see each other again.

The temperature in the room was just right, and the soft quilt mixed with the fragrance of softener allowed Daqian to slowly fall asleep after a busy day.

However, those two annoying voices seemed unwilling to let him go so easily. They anxiously and worriedly reminded him to blow dry his hair before going to bed.

Fuck you.

Qian Youcheng turned over and buried himself in the quilt.

Don't bother me.

The sound stopped abruptly, and Qian Youcheng fell completely into a dream.

He seemed to be back at the altar again.

A strange chanting sounded. He was a sacrifice to the river god. Because of his bad luck, he was sent to the altar for the river god to enjoy.

The clearance rate of the copy is 87.95%, and half of the 12.05% died as sacrifices. Qian Youcheng had no reaction to this arrangement, he just felt that there was nothing he could do.

After all, his luck value is only 30, so he will probably be the most unlucky character.

But it doesn't matter, he is just lucky.

Moreover, he has never lost.

On the bloody altar, the man pushed up his glasses and calmly observed his surroundings.

In the shadows where no light could reach, a dragon chained with iron chains opened his eyes.

The altar is very large and looks like a cave. Water drops flow from the stone walls and drip onto the ground, forming pits of varying sizes. It looks crude and uninteresting.

Qian Youcheng took a step forward, and something behind him seemed to move as well. Qian Youcheng noticed it but did not look back, but walked towards the stone wall in front of him with firm steps.

In the shadows, the black dragon's five claws were tightly gripping the ground. Under the coiled dragon's body was a young man whose breath was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

It was alert and wary of Qian Youcheng's actions. Whenever Qian Youcheng dared to threaten his brother, it would stand in front of his brother, even if it meant killing someone.

However, Qian Youcheng did not do anything. He just looked up and observed the mural in front of him, remembering all the information in his mind.

The man and the dragon confronted each other for a long time, and neither of them would take the initiative to attack. In the end, He Zhi coughed twice lightly to disrupt this silent battle.

Qian Youcheng turned around first and looked into Heilong's eyes, smiling: "Do you need help?"

The light golden eyes moved, wavering between trust and distrust.

Finally, the huge dragon head, which could swallow Qian Youcheng in one gulp, nodded and revealed the person it was protecting.

This was the first meeting between the sacrifice and the two river gods. Half a bottle of healing potion was used to stabilize He Zhi's internal injuries in exchange for a short period of peace.

Yun Xing is easier to fool than He Zhi. Just two words can make Yun Xing perform a twist for him. The whole dragon is locked up with chains and cannot move at all.

Qian Youcheng smiled slightly, turned around and prepared to leave.

"You, you want to leave?"

The huge black dragon suddenly spoke, the voice was a little immature, sounding like a child who had just reached adulthood. Qian Youcheng did not pause.

"Don't go, save your brother."

The voice was full of sorrow, and all Qian Youcheng was left with was a question.

"Qian Youcheng, what do you think of me and us?"

The cell phone alarm rang on time, and Qian Youcheng suddenly opened his eyes.

His heart was beating non-stop. The dream was clearly about his first meeting with Xie Hezhi and Xie Yunxing, but how come it jumped to the end?

This dream gave Qian Youcheng a headache, or maybe it wasn’t because of the dream, but because he didn’t blow dry his hair last night.

But Qian Youcheng was too lazy to care about it. He got up, washed, put on his clothes, picked out his tie and watch and put them on before going out.

Qian Youlin and Qi Guanju were still asleep, but Aunt Zhao had already prepared breakfast and was inviting them to eat with a smile.

Qian Youcheng smiled and quickly went downstairs.

A busy day of work started with Da Qian, who also cooperated with the investigation again.

Xiao He's mood has stabilized. Compared to the previous two days, I can finally ask him if he wants to drink tea and then make some.

"Yes, but I want milk tea." Qian Youcheng smiled and said, "I'll treat everyone in the company. Go and notify the others. I'll use my personal account."

Xiao He left cheering, leaving Qian Youcheng struggling with those endless reports.

Director Li invited everyone to lunch at noon. His main purpose was to learn more about the horror game and the tempers of the savior and the creator through these members of the family-annihilation organization. Qian Youcheng gladly accepted the invitation. Others arrived much earlier than him and had a very pleasant chat.

Seeing him come in, Qian Youlin was happy: "Oh my dear brother! My brother sent a message from the horror game! Great!"

Wang Wang also smiled and said, "And we have found the crying boy. He is fine. The goddess of luck's followers are really powerful."

"Hey - you're too polite!" Qian Youlin said with a smile: "Of course I can't beat you and just go home!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Qian Youlin's words refer to the fact that a long time ago Wang Wang used "Peeping into the World" to see the endings of all the people in the extermination organization, and they all returned home.

Look, even if the crybaby sacrifices himself, he still has to go home in the end, which is very accurate.

Li Nianhua pushed the door open when the atmosphere was at its best and quickly became one of them.

After saying goodbye to Director Li after dinner, Qian Youcheng went straight back to the company to continue struggling with those reports.

He had the fruit tea he had just bought in his hand, and he was very happy to take a sip of it from time to time.

When Xiao He came to work in the afternoon, her president had already worked for an hour. He called her down and said he would treat her to afternoon tea.

Xiao He was helpless: "Boss, our company has afternoon tea, did you forget?"

Qian Youcheng paused, and looked up in confusion: "Why didn't I get to drink it before?"

Xiao He chuckled: "I don't know who was so healthy at that time."

Qian Youcheng coughed lightly and drove Xiao He out, and asked her to bring him a cup of afternoon tea as well. Anything was fine, just remember to use less sugar.

Xiao He agreed and left, and Qian Youcheng was the only one left in the office.

He didn't feel anything, but to be honest, he liked it when things were under his control. For example, now, his life seemed a little boring, but he liked it.

At 5:30 in the evening, Qian Youcheng got off work on time. He walked out of the company, stretched, and received a call from Qian Youlin, who said he would not be going home for dinner.

Qian Youcheng was a little amused: "How old are you? You don't need to report to me."

"I know, I know." Qian Youlin responded and then asked, "I have a hotpot date with Gouzi and the others. Can you come?"

Qian Youcheng: "Wait for me."

The shabu-shabu hotpot we had in the evening wasn't as delicious as the one Shen Zishu made, and I still smelled like hotpot, but luckily we all enjoyed it.

Qian Youcheng went home and took a shower first. This time he blew his hair dry before falling on the bed.

Those fleeting memories fell on his pillow, pulling at his consciousness.

Half asleep and half awake, Qian Youcheng could always remember Xie Hezhi's eyes, full of reluctance, sadness, love and despair.

Of the two brothers, Xie Hezhi is the one who dislikes talking the most and is always silent. At first he would just glare at him, but later those eyes learned to speak, and Qian Youcheng could always see the love that Xie Hezhi couldn't express in them.

He ignored the love and would not respond to it, allowing it to grow endlessly and eventually drown him, as if there was no turning back.

"Qian Youcheng, you can't do this to us."

It was rare for him to hear Xie Hezhi speak. Sadness and heartache coexisted. His trembling fingertips did not dare to fall on his face, so he could only put them aside helplessly.

“You can take some of that love, ask for some, throw it away or smash it, it doesn’t matter.”

"But you can't do this to us."

The two black dragons trapped him tightly in their arms, and Qian Youcheng couldn't say anything.

"Can you please look back at us?"

"Don't do this, don't leave us behind."

Qian Youcheng suddenly fell into a pool of water. He saw Xie Hezhi's eyes and Xie Yunxing sobbing, but he fell deeper and deeper and finally sank to the bottom of the pool.

The water lapping against his body, his breath turning into bubbles that tore the brothers' faces apart, so that they could never be put together again.

The bottom of the pool suddenly caved in, and he returned to the two brothers, his wrists being grabbed by the two men, one on each side, and those questions came at him again.

"Why would I like something that threatens my life?" Qian Youcheng said in a low voice. He looked confused and said, "What do you think?"

Tears suddenly filled his light golden eyes. Xie Yunxing shook his head, muttering "no" to himself, and he didn't dare to let go of Qian Youcheng's hand.

But those talking golden eyes revealed nothing. Xie Hezhi's hand around Qian Youcheng's wrist loosened slightly and then clenched suddenly.

Among them, there are fools who are too lazy to face their feelings after everything is over, there are mutes who can't express their ideas, there are paranoids who are impatient and want to get other results. They are all madmen who are willing to risk everything, and no matter what, the fight between madmen will never end easily.

Those emotions collided with each other, unyielding and coercion overlapped, love words and the original scene were not giving in to each other, Qian Youcheng lay on the bloody altar again, he arched his waist, allowing He Zhi to pierce his chest with the blazing sword. In a collapse, his skills were successfully bound to the two river gods, and then he was awakened by the alarm clock.

Qian Youcheng didn't open his eyes, he was just thinking that these two dragons were really disturbing his sleep.

Drops of water slid down from the corners of his eyes, and Qian Youcheng thought, fuck it.