"Ding~ding~"

The crisp but ear-splitting alarm rang out, stiffly waking Hu Ying from his beauty sleep. He grabbed his phone to turn off the alarm, and by the way, he looked at the time, seven o'clock.

He could get to the office at eight o'clock, wash up for ten minutes, eat for ten minutes, and rush for half an hour, which means he could still sleep for another ten minutes.

With this thought, Hu Ying buried his head into the pillow and slept a short sleep until the alarm woke him up again at 7:10.

Yesterday's overtime was too tiring, and he was live plus updating videos, for Hu Ying, these accumulated fatigue is not seven hours to make up for, at least let him sleep until noon to meet.

I really want to sleep more and go to work!

But in order not to be deducted from the salary, Hu Ying can not dare to just be late, late once deducted 50 yuan, at the same time the end of the month bonus is not evaluated.

Life is forced ...... if not for the company's five insurance and one gold treatment is not bad, maybe he would have resigned to become a full-time UP.

He secretly complained, crawled out of the blanket, went to the bathroom and washed his face. The cool water poured on his face, he was much more awake, and his sleepiness was mostly reduced. At this time, he finally came out of the most difficult moment to get up.

I still remember when I was in high school, Hu Ying could get up at five or six every day to eat breakfast. He had some admiration for himself at that time, why is getting lazy at an older age?

If he hadn't been able to stick to his hobby, he would probably be even more disgusted with his current life.

Walking out of the bathroom, Hu Ying looked at the dolls in the living room.

As yesterday, the doll quietly in its original position, eyes closed, seems to be sleeping, the early morning sunlight to its black hair gilded with a layer of golden light, so that it has some more elegant temperament.

Hu Ying could not help but squat next to the doll, with an admiring gaze for a while. Surely this high imitation of the doll should be used for viewing, not as adult products to use. If its production company uphold this concept into the market, perhaps gradually change people's views on the physical dolls.

Hand-held and shameful objects related to secondary yuan, while the isometric entity dolls are linked to inflatable dolls, obviously they are not the same thing at all, the quality, price and process is also very different, but people transfer the inherent impression of the inflatable doll to all isometric dolls.

I hope that in the future the industry chain of physical dolls will not be linked to sex toys, so that this small circle can also be large.

"Your master has been contacted, and you will be reunited after a while, so you can stay here for a while." He stroked the small head of the human form.

Hu Ying threw the clothes that were soiled by mud yesterday into the washing machine and changed into a new set of clothes. At this point, he looked at the time, seven twenty.

"Well, it's not too late to go downstairs for breakfast."

Hu Ying brought the keys, before leaving also looked at the living room dolls. Somehow, the more you look at it, the more you feel that it does not look like a dead thing, as if this human-shaped shell has its own soul.

If not confirmed several times, Hu Ying would still think that this mannequin is human.

"...... really god, if I have money in the future, I also want to buy one, and what girlfriend."

Of course this Hu Ying did not dare to say so in front of his parents, afraid to put the old man angry out of the disease.

......

After Hu Ying left, about five minutes later, the original quietly lying mannequin sat up and opened his eyes.

Although the dark eyes are still a little creepy, but with a touch of spirituality, which is only intelligent creatures have the eyes.

Xu Fang pondered.

(This is not good. ...... I already had a bad feeling when I saw the camera last night, and that person actually contacted "my" "master"? Interesting.)

Xu Fang walked into Hu Ying's bedroom and went straight to the camera on the tripod to see what had been filmed inside, but found that the card inside had been removed.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the side of the bed. As expected, there was a card reader attached to the case of the computer next to the bed.

Xu Fang opened the computer, which had no password set, and he went straight to the desktop. He manipulated the mouse and clicked on the "removable disk".

The memory of the card was 512G, 450G had been used, and there were 30-40 videos piled up inside, the earliest of which was three months ago.

Xu Fang clicked on the video located at the back of the card which showed the time of last night. As soon as he entered the video, Xu Fang saw Gussy in the middle of the screen.

Well, it's cute, is it using a beauty camera?

He fast-forwarded for a few minutes, skimmed the content of the video, opened his browser again, opened Hu Ying's history, and entered the background of X station.

After a few minutes, everything became clear to Xu Fang.

To put it simply, Hu Ying was an ordinary uploader who picked up Gussy and broadcasted it live on Station X. After that, Gussy's "owner" came out and exchanged contact information with Hu Ying.

"The Gussy's eyes will impress you, and you'll be sucked in after a long time, so expect to see it on the market soon. Also, there's something I can't say in a private message, so if you want to know more about it, let's set up a time to meet in person"

Those were the man's exact words.

The owner first threw out the bait of "more information about it" and then took the initiative to ask for Hu Ying's contact information. The person who wrote this sentence just asked for contact information. Neither rashly asked for Hu Ying's home address, nor showed excessive concern for the doll, but Xu Fang could still see how anxious he was.

Based on the GPS positioning system, as long as you know the other party's cell phone number, you can roughly locate his location. Then at this moment, Organization K should have locked the nearby area.

In the early morning hours, Xu Fang looked outside through the window and found that there were still many buildings outside, and there was a bungalow area behind, so it would take some time for them to find it.

That means it's safe for now?

Xu Fang would not underestimate the intelligence system of the K organization, from the first time he was sniped during his death, to the later capture of Gussy, its sight was almost everywhere.

Xu Fang was curious as to how it was done.

As he thought about it, he went into Horror Novel Web's book review section and browsed through the recent comments. Because standing would cause energy concentration and thus increase energy consumption, he simply sat in front of the screen and propped his chin on his knees.

Under the pen of the secondary personality, the novel could be said to have been magically altered once again, and the readers were not a fan of this kind of plot. The death of the heroine seemed to have sent the readers into panic and anger, and there were more black fans of "Intimidation System", and it was the presence of these people that lowered the overall rating of the novel.

(But I didn't want the heroine to die, it was Ye Huai who did it!)

Xu Fang would like to explain, but Ye Huai has already hung, this pot can only be carried by himself, who let him be the author?

The popularity of the comment section of "The Intimidation System" is still very high, these patient readers did not criticize Xu Fang as nothing, but trusted him and waited for the moment when the plot would turn around.

Some prophecy party in even made a guess for the plot afterwards:

[Anonymous] 637 floor: Lin Jingrui will not die, maybe the final intimidation system can resurrect her, since there exists "death-free card", then why can't there be "resurrection card"?

The actual fact is that you can't get a lot of people to do the same thing. What is the reason for the intimidation system to resurrect her?

[anonymous] 639 floor: abandoned abandoned, really I still can not look down abuse text, or next door stud life for me

[anonymous] 640 floor: no matter what, I still support the author, no matter what to write, I will finish reading.

......

Although a bit escapist in nature, Xu Fang only now began to look at the comments section, but the attitude of readers than he thought much better, and no personal attacks or anything.

The only way now is to find a way to get the plot back and get the reviews back so that the internal functions of Horror Novel Web can be used properly - at the moment he seems to have only the settings bar as a function, while the store, letters, and customer service inquiries are all The store, correspondence, and customer service inquiries are all blocked.

Now Xu Fang would like to bury his head in a few thousand words, but this is really not the place to write a book. First of all, we have to find a way to fill up the energy, at least to get rid of the paralysis.

Xu Fang deleted his browsing history and turned off the computer, walked to the kitchen, of course, before entering the kitchen, he retrieved a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on.

The kitchen is usually dirty, so if he accidentally gets his feet or clothes dirty, it will easily arouse Hu Ying's suspicion, although he doesn't look like a very careful person, but there is nothing wrong to be careful.

Hu Ying's kitchen overall simple style, the ceiling white green interwoven, fresh blue cabinet doors closed, white porcelain walls without oil, looks very clean, but feel with your hands, but there is a thin layer of ash, marble stove top is not too many stains.

Hu Ying is not a home-based man, he woke up early in the morning and did not even eat breakfast and rushed to work, the bedroom clothes thrown away very randomly, showing the state of a single working person should be.

The kitchen also does not have too many traces of use, almost will not go to cook for themselves, but call take-out or eat outside, so presumably, under normal circumstances, he will not purposely go home to cook at noon, but to solve lunch near the company.

Then Hu Ying should come home very late, but considering other conditions such as the influence of K organization, should also be prepared for the other party will come back at any time.

Xu Fang opened the door of the cabinet under the stove and found the gas canister he was most expecting to see, and there were two of them.

Probably even if he didn't want to cook, he would have prepared all the tools and put them in the corner with the idea that he might need them someday.

Or maybe when he first moved in, he intended to live a frugal life, but after cooking a few times, he realized he wasn't as diligent as he thought and finally gave up.

Either way, the two gas cans are finally coming into their true purpose.

Xu Fang grabbed the rim of the gas can and shook it, and it didn't move at all. This means that there is a lot of gas inside, but of course it is also possible that his strength is too small.

The demon's mechanism of observing energy is a bit strange. It can obviously see the biological energy that is carried by living things, but the chemical energy hidden in the hydrocarbons cannot be observed, obviously the energy here is much more massive.

Xu Fang connected to the power supply of the gas stove, twist the knob, "pop", the exuberant blue-green flame came out, along with the flame, is the raging white points of light, more spectacular than the light points generated by the current.

(The flame was vigorous, the air pressure was sufficient, and it seemed to have enough gas.)

Like a person who has been starving for a week when he sees a full Han Chinese banquet, Xu Fang feels his non-existent salivary glands are accelerating, and the instinct from the sequence urges him to devour the heat, and if it is Gussy, I am afraid he has already pounced on it.

At this point the fastest way to recharge has jumped out: release the gas to below the critical explosive concentration and start a gas fire.

This method is extremely efficient, but Xu Fang is not too fond of violence, he will not do so until the last resort. Besides, it would expose himself to the eyes of K or other messy forces prematurely, which would do more harm than good.

Xu Fang turned on the maximum fire and put his hand into the hot plasma at 1800 degrees Celsius, white light dots followed his arm into the energy pool.

Xu Fang was not worried that this would set his clothes on fire, because the white light dots did not have time to stay on his clothes, and it was more difficult to light his clothes than to make a fire in water.

Perhaps the energy absorption was too violent, the light around Xu Fang distorted greatly. The high-temperature plasma flame heats up the local air, making the air less dense, but after Xu Fang, a "thermal insulator", the energy in the air is rapidly withdrawn, and the convection between hot and cold air becomes more intense.

Unfortunately, Xu Fang was not able to absorb 100% of the energy in the flame, because a very small portion of the light was beyond his control and faded into the air in the form of radiation.

The heat is surging, the body's energy pool is growing at a rate visible to the naked eye, open to the maximum fire, the flame burned fiercely for half an hour, only gradually softened, the color dropped to yellow, and began to fluctuate up and down, the air pressure became less.

(finally running out of air?)

Xu Fang carefully felt the energy pool in his body, just now he replenished a total of about 600,000 kJ of energy, equivalent to 167 degrees of electricity, accounting for nearly 1.7% of the energy pool, and Xu Fang remembered that the specifications of this gas can is able to fill 15KG of gas. A rough calculation, this can of gas combustion value of at least 4 × 10^7J/KG, really great.

That is to say, 60 such gas cans will be able to fill themselves.

It's too cool, in every sense of the word.

Xu Fang couldn't help but turn his attention to another gas can.