Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 293 Exposed
When returning home, Wei Miao unexpectedly met Wei Liang.

He was wearing casual clothes and was leaning on the sofa looking at his phone.

There were no curtains in the living room, and the afternoon sun shone through the green plants by the window, sprinkling on him and adding a touch of warmth.

Wei Miao casually placed her luggage next to the sofa and sat opposite him.

Wei Liang raised his head and greeted: "You're back."

Wei Miao asked him: "Isn't today a workday?"

Wei Liang explained, "It's an adjustment. There was something urgent that needed to be dealt with a few days ago, so I've been working overtime these days, so my vacation was adjusted to these days."

Wei Miao knew that as a capitalist, he was very busy and had work news to deal with during his holidays.

She is different. Her so-called job is just to help process some data and review some documents. It is easy and comfortable.

Wei Miao thought for a moment and asked, "My parents are not back yet?"

Wei Liang: “They are busier than me.”

After a brief conversation, the brother and sister sat on the sofa, looking at their phones, speechless for a while.

They all have cold and introverted personalities. They will pretend to be warm and polite when socializing with outsiders, but they will do whatever they feel comfortable with when they are with their own people.

Wei Miao privately chatted with Wei Ming on CT, and tactfully suggested that he take time out every week to attend the masquerade.

Wei Ming replied "OK", but Wei Miao didn't know how much he understood.

Due to her cold personality, Wei Miao doesn't have any close friends, but she has quite a few good friends. Many people become friends with her because of her family background.

Compared to friendship, Wei Miao values ​​kinship more. Blood is an objectively unbreakable connection and a natural bond of interests.

Blood relatives are her core network.

Wei Ming is her cousin, and Wei Miao knows very well that Masquerade will not let off the players who give up easily, so she gave him a reminder.

However, if she happens to meet Wei Ming in the game, Wei Miao will not show mercy. For her, there are only three types of relationships in the game: allies, enemies, and passers-by.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" It was already past four o'clock, and Wei Liang looked at her, implying that he would be responsible for tonight's meal.

"Whatever." Wei Miao had difficulty making choices when ordering food. He had no particular food taboos and no particular desire for any particular dish, let alone the current situation.

Wei Liang was not surprised by her answer; his question was just a routine matter.

He got up and went to the kitchen.

Wei Miao turned on the TV out of boredom. Thanks to the SSGE game expo, the gaming circle has been in turmoil and controversy recently.

"Size, sales, quality... What is the most important factor in the selection of game awards?"

"Does the political correctness of the gaming industry only include racial diversity? Players from different countries may have their own political correctness..."

"The year-end blockbuster games are coming! The following games are confirmed to be released at the end of the year..."

Various controversial topics coupled with exaggerated copywriting are bound to stir up this muddy water.

Wei Miao only uses these short videos or soft articles to understand the current trends in the gaming industry. She does not comment on the opinions expressed in the articles. She has always believed that only by trying it out can she get the most authentic feeling.

Some cloud players want to make decisions based on live broadcasts or videos alone, and their desire to express themselves is too strong.

Nowadays, it seems to be a sin to applaud a game. It is either a flawless work or electronic garbage. There is no room for mediocre works between the two extremes, nor is there room for others to refute the pros and cons of the game.

When a game is first released, the direction of public opinion online determines the life or death of the game. Unless there is a large fan base and a good reputation in the past, it is impossible to prevent the majority of players from being picky and maliciously slandering it.

If a game is criticized by the entire network, and you happen to be a fan of this game, even if you say something fair, there will always be people who point out a bunch of shortcomings and criticize it to the point of being worthless.

When people say it is electronic garbage, when they are asked, they say they have never played it but have played it online. This phenomenon is especially serious for 3A works.

She believes that only when manufacturers and players work together can more Ninth Art be created, rather than verbal abuse and confrontation.

Wei Liang called her, holding a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Wei Miao responded while turning off the TV, then stood up and walked towards the restaurant.

Tonight we have three dishes and one soup, with rice.

Wei Miao ate his meal silently, with no expression of abnormality on his face.

As the meal was coming to an end, Wei Liang looked at her and suddenly asked, "Is it delicious?"

He rarely asked such questions. Wei Miao raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "At least it can capture my stomach."

Wei Liang looked at her half-finished bowl of corn soup and said, "Don't you think the soup is too salty?"

Wei Miao, who had lost his sense of taste, gave a perfunctory and universal answer: "Not bad."

"I'm not used to you being like this. You used to be very harsh on my cooking, but your temper has improved recently." Wei Liang frowned and looked at her, and intuitively asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Wei Miao looked innocent: "What can happen to me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that she had made a mistake. Wei Liang knew her too well. Whenever she really had something to say, she would cover it up by asking rhetorical questions.

When she was with Wei Liang, she was very relaxed and did not deliberately hide herself or be careless for a moment.

Wei Liang stared at her expressionlessly for a few seconds and asked, "What flavor is today's scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

The situation didn't seem good... Could he have guessed it? But how could a normal person think of losing his sense of taste?

Wei Miao had never found a simple problem so difficult.

She recalled the taste from before: "Sweet and sour."

"Wrong answer, it's more salty. I haven't made it for a long time, so I put too much salt." Wei Liang slowly pointed it out to her, his expression a little cold, "Tell me, what's the situation?"

Wei Liang did not associate Wei Miao's insensitivity to the taste of food with such a sensational situation as losing his sense of taste, but just asked in this direction.

Problems arise as soon as you ask.

Wei Miao carefully observed his expression, which was serious and cold, and his eyes were fixed on her.

Wei Liang is serious about this and won't let her get away with it easily.

Wei Miao lowered his head and remained silent, avoiding his sight.

She was thinking carefully about whether to tell everything, she didn't expect to be exposed so soon.

But if we want to explain the cause, it must involve the masquerade, otherwise there is no way to explain why this is an incurable disease.

If there was anyone in this world whom she could trust completely and who would not question whether she was suffering from delusional disorder, that person could only be Wei Liang.

After more than 20 years of mutual support, both sides know each other too well.

Wei Liang waited quietly without urging him. He knew that Wei Miao acted on his own will, and coercion would have the opposite effect at this moment.

After a while, Wei Miao finally spoke: "I lost my sense of smell and taste."

This is not a minor illness that can be cured by taking some medicine, and it happened too suddenly.

This answer overwhelmed Wei Liang's mental preparation. He rarely showed a look of astonishment: "What's going on?"

Wei Miao organized his words and recounted the long story of cause and effect.

Those shocking secrets only echo in this small restaurant.