Become a girl in the horror world

Senlu was the first to become alert and scanned the surrounding environment.

"This is......?"

Wen Xiaotong looked at the rooms with some curiosity.

"What."

Li Anxin was the first to notice that there were electronic signs on the doors of those rooms, corresponding to the names of the people lying in the machines in the rooms. One of the names, Li Anxin, looked familiar. It seemed that he had seen it in the City Morning Post this morning. He was a certain outstanding young entrepreneur.

Now, the entrepreneur was lying peacefully in the instrument with a calm expression on his face, as if he was immersed in beauty. Li Anxin glanced at the corresponding information on the electronic sign.

"Hovans, "Warm Home" sweet dream, current comfort level 89%, will wake up in three hours."

"Oh, I remember now. I seem to have seen it on the news yesterday. A company called Beautiful Dreams said that it had made a breakthrough in the spiritual realm of the brain. It was able to extract memories and inject them into another person's brain to make him have the corresponding dream?"

"Yesterday? Our yesterday, that happened a year ago in this world." Morilu said.

"Ah? Oh, yes, then it seems that the company has been successful. Although the technology has not yet been fully popularized, these rich people have already had a sweet dream. They enjoy real life during the day and continue to enjoy life in their dreams at night. These rich people know how to have fun." Wen Xiaotong said.

"So we were led to this Dream Company by that guy? The defenses here are too poor to let us in like this."

Li Anxin slowly raised his head. Through the electronic screen, he could monitor the dreams of every rich person in real time to prevent accidents.

In the picture, the man named Huo Fans is in a family of three. He is fulfilling the responsibilities of a father and playing with his young daughter. His wife in his dream is watching this scene with a smile. The picture looks warm and beautiful.

But when he thought that the root of these beautiful dreams might very well come from the destruction of the beautiful lives of countless people at the bottom of society, Li Anxin stopped looking at the scenes on the screen and continued to move forward.

Soon, the three girls came to the end of the corridor. They did not find any rooms worthy of their attention along the way. So the information the young man wanted to tell them was most likely behind this last door.

"Please enter the voice password."

The electronic door warning sound rang.

"Open sesame?"

Wen Xiaotong asked tentatively.

"Wrong password. You have two more chances. Otherwise, an automatic alarm will be triggered."

"No, that guy didn't prepare this..." Wen Xiaotong smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

Li Anxin couldn't think of what information they had missed for a moment, and her face looked thoughtful.

Only the black-haired girl took a deep breath and slowly took a step forward:

"Let me do it. Usually, I can open this kind of door in one go."

"Luzi, you know the password..."

Before Wen Xiaotong could react, her face turned terrified. She saw Sen Lu slowly raised his leg in front of her and kicked the iron gate in front of him dozens of meters away!

"Shit, Luzi, what did you do?"

boom--!

After a loud bang, the alarm was triggered and red lights lit up throughout the company.

Li Anxin sighed with a slight twitch of his lips.

She finally understood what Wen Mingyu meant by the five gesture he made to them at the end.

This means that after Morilu kicked the door open, they still had five minutes to figure everything out and then run away before the noise got too big.

Chapter 553 "Decadent City" Mu Laiyin

After entering the room, the girls' footsteps echoed in the empty room, and the quiet atmosphere spread like thick ink.

The sophisticated instrument was placed in the center of the room, connected to a pipe carrying an unknown liquid. In the darkness, the large instrument emitted a fluorescent blue glow, which was somewhat similar to the instruments used by the wealthy people in other rooms, but also somewhat different.

The size of the world's first calculator was far larger than the calculators people are familiar with today. For some reason, this sentence suddenly popped up in Li Anxin's mind.

The huge metal surface of the instrument in front of us exudes a chilly air. A closer look reveals that the paint on the surface has become a little rusty, and many seemingly useless and redundant metal components tell of its age. From another angle, the overall appearance of this instrument is very similar to the medieval torture device Iron Maiden.

Wen Xiaotong stepped forward and knocked on the outer wall of the instrument:

"Is this what the guy wants us to know? So what is this instrument for? Who is the rich and powerful person inside it?"

Senlu knew nothing about this kind of information reasoning, but her observation skills have always been sharp. Mingyao pointed to the electronic screen above.

|Nutrient solution concentration: 23%. |

|The life support system is functioning perfectly. |

"If nothing unexpected happens, this is the prototype of those machines." Li Anxin pondered.

"There must be someone inside, and that person is very important to this company and to the wealthy people, so they deliberately set aside a room for this machine, even though it costs more money every year to maintain its operation because of its redundant system structure."

"This machine can't be opened? I see that other instruments are semi-enclosed, but this one is fully enclosed."

Seeing that Senlu was about to unlock the door again, Wen Xiaotong quickly grabbed him.

"Wait wait wait, Luzi, stop messing around!"

"No, it's very likely that this machine was not designed to allow the person inside to get out."

"Or rather, the people inside have already lost their ability to move."

Li Anxin was in deep thought, and soon her eyes turned to the operation log of the machine.

Flipping through the operation log to an earlier log, she found many regular call records, which made her a little confused, and subconsciously clicked on one of the call records from a few years ago.

Along with a noisy electronic sound, a slow and somewhat weak voice sounded. The voice was very light, like that of an old man who had been seriously ill for a long time.

"Yinyin...how are you doing lately..."

There were intermittent sobbing sounds coming from the other end of the call. After a while, the person on the other end seemed to have adjusted his emotions and spoke with faint tears.

"Grandma...how are you? Are you feeling better? Can you get out of bed and walk? I'm fine. Grandma, you said I can sing very well..."

"I have only sung for my grandma before, and she has always been the one to encourage me."

"I was on stage yesterday. Did you see me, grandma? It was the first song I wrote myself, and it received a very good response. I heard that they all thought it was good, and I gained a lot of fans. Really..."

"Grandma, I will be able to make a lot of money soon. Don't worry, grandma, I will have money to treat your illness soon. When you recover, I will use the money I earn to take you to live in a better place. We don't have to stay in S1 anymore."

Before the old man in the audio could respond, a noisy sound came from the other end of the line, which seemed to be a rough knock on the door, followed by a sharp curse:

"It's just that a newcomer has achieved some success. Why should you be so proud?"

"If you have the guts, don't come out of there for the rest of your life. Damn it, you're so old. Tsk. People from S1 are disgusting."

"I'm fine, I'm fine, grandma, that's it, I'll call you next week, love you."

After the girl made a low and depressed sound, the call was hung up.

After hearing the call audio, the three girls had complicated expressions. They looked at the large instrument in front of them with slightly moving eyes, as if they had guessed something vaguely.

"It's Mu Laiyin, right?" Senlu said suddenly.

"Bullying between fellow trainees is actually quite common."

Wen Xiaotong's eyes were slightly evasive as she said this, but she finally nodded slightly.

The three girls all recalled the scene at the girl interview at Forest Breath Media Company a few days ago.

I can still vividly remember the scene where the girl, with red eyes, said with a firm face how important money was to her.

"Tsk..."

Senlu sighed, turned his head silently with a heavy look, and tightened the long sword in his hand.

"Okay, okay, Luzi, don't blame yourself so much. I don't know either. I just thought Yinyin was pretty and suitable to be an idol singer. Plus, she said she was short of money or something. When I asked her why, she hemmed and hawed like a stubborn donkey and refused to reveal anything. She just said she wanted to live a good life or something like that."

"She probably doesn't want others to know about this. She doesn't want others to think she's playing the victim, and she doesn't want the shadow of S1 to catch up with her, so she bears all this alone. In fact, in Mirror City, many S1 people are like this..."

"In fact, I could probably tell that she was a girl with a strong character, so I didn't ask any further questions."

“Then this machine in front of us, couldn’t it be…” The three girls looked at the instrument in front of them at the same time.

With a heavy heart, Li Anxin continued to flip through the machine's operation log.

During the time of this phone call, the old man did not want to put financial pressure on his granddaughter, so he participated in the volunteer recruitment of the Dream Company at that time and became one of the first testers of the memory machine. Since Mu Layin was in the golden period of an idol singer at that time, the old man did not tell the other party about this, but just said goodbye to her at the end.

But at the end of the call, the farewell words could not be said because they were interrupted.

After that, before the next phone call, the old man's body functions died due to an experimental accident. In order to record the entire experiment process, the researchers missed the best time for treatment. They could only extract the old man's brain, encapsulate it in this machine, and rely on nutrients to continue its functions.

The subsequent hundreds of calls were made by researchers extracting the elderly’s memories and adding artificially synthesized modulated audio.

Perhaps the old woman is still 'alive' in a certain sense, but she will never see her granddaughter again, no matter how successful she is and how big of a star she becomes.

Because of the old man, the girl had to rely on the company, sold her soul to Senxi Media, signed one agreement after another, and let her will sink in this city and decay in the wine and socializing of the rich.

Whenever she wanted to see her relatives, the company would always refuse with words like "the elderly are in poor health and can only rely on treatment to recuperate, so it is not suitable for them to see people."

Perhaps the girl had guessed something over a long period of time, but her emotions were already on the verge of collapse. Even if there is only a little hope, a little fantasy, a drowning person will always desperately grab that life-saving straw.

Chapter 554: The End of "Decadent City"

At this moment, there was a commotion downstairs, the roar of an armed helicopter engine was heard not far away, and the shrill alarm echoed on every floor of the building.

"The five minutes are almost up. The CPD has made a grand welcome, even using armed helicopters," Morilu reminded.

"An Xin, what should we do next?"

"Let's give the choice to Miss Mu Laiyin."

"Is it really okay to let her know about this?" Wen Xiaotong frowned slightly.

"I don't know. I just know that I can't bear to watch someone sink deeper and deeper into false hope."

Li Anxin spoke softly, and then took a deep breath, as if he had had some ideological struggle, and finally called the girl according to the communication records above.

At this moment, a crazy figure who had long lost control and was driving the Purgatory Chariot in the city was now rampaging in the aisle, letting the wrath of Purgatory ignite everything and wantonly venting the depression and anger accumulated in the past. High-rise buildings collapsed one after another, and the surroundings had long been turned into a forbidden zone for life. The CPD helicopter followed closely behind the girl, and the army was on full alert in the front.

Just then, a phone call alert sounded and appeared in front of the girl through her irises.

The moment she saw the note on the phone, the girl's anger dissipated instantly. Her cloudy pupils trembled slightly and then became clear. She answered the phone anxiously:

"grandmother......"

"I'm sorry, Miss Mu Laiyin."

"Wait, who are you?"

"I can hear that you are villains. How do you have my family's phone number?" The red-haired girl suppressed her inner anger and forced herself to remain calm.

In fact, compared to anger, there is another emotion growing wildly in the red-haired girl's heart, devouring her sanity.

She tried her best to tell herself that she should hang up the phone immediately, otherwise the only hope left in her heart would be shattered.

That emotion is called fear.

Li Anxin heard everything from the girl's tone. She sighed, looked at the instrument beside her, then looked at the two girls. She found that the two girls were also looking at her with firm eyes and nodding at her.

Li Anxin still told everything.

The red-haired girl opposite remained silent the entire time, listening quietly to everything until the last sound fell. It was as if a string in her heart broke, even though she had vaguely guessed something a long time ago.

Surprisingly, the girl did not show any extreme emotions. She just slowly lowered her hands, clenched them, and then unclenched them, biting her lips slightly, tears streaming down her face.

Rumble...

Thunder rumbled, and rain finally began to fall from the dark cloudy sky, getting heavier and heavier, gradually extinguishing the flames on the streets, calming the trauma the girl had caused to the city, and falling on the girl, wetting her long red hair on her forehead.

"Confirm that the target Mu Laiyin has stopped moving. Do you want to capture her?"

In the heavy rain, the armed helicopter in the sky was pointed in the direction of the red-haired girl, reporting information on the walkie-talkie.

"Ms. Mu Laiyin, the choice is yours. What do you want to do?"

"Let grandma rest. She has been suffering all this time..."

The red-haired girl had already burst into tears in the rain.

In hundreds of phone calls, in those artificially synthesized voices, her only relatives were expressing their sadness to her with their insignificant memories, reminding her that she could always hear sadness in the context of either relief or happiness, always.

She couldn't imagine what kind of pain her grandmother had endured over the years. As her only relative, she watched her degenerate and decay bit by bit in this way.

"Let grandma rest... please..."

The red-haired girl slowly raised her head, trying not to let her tears fall, swallowed her sadness, and tried to speak in a calm voice.

Listening to the still trembling voice, Mori Lu turned off the instrument in front of the pink-haired girl.