Chapter 43: Ok, this is a playground

"Boss Lin, is this a massage chair?" As soon as everyone sat down, they discovered the magic of the things under them.
"Yes, it can cure the disease. If you don't want to play games, it's good to spend more money to sit and sit." Lin Fan replied like this.
"Come on." Qi Peng curled his lips. Sitting on the seat, he could indeed feel the warmth in his usually sore shoulders.
The warmth is very strange, it feels like it can penetrate deep into the bone marrow through the body, making him want to groan.
But if it can cure diseases, he really doesn't believe it.
There are many massagers on the market that claim to cure diseases and arthritis, but they are all deceptive.
Not only Zhou Chuang feels this way, but in modern society, there are more or less problems with personal bodies.
Twenty people sit on the seats, and the system automatically adjusts the most comfortable posture for each person, and then scans and treats the body.
The process of treatment is very strange, everyone can't help but want to groan.
The elders were okay, they couldn't help but screamed.
But all the little girls blushed.
Lin Fan couldn't help being a little funny when he saw this scene.
The helmet gradually fell, and everyone had agreed in advance to choose the cooperation mode.
As the game progresses, the platform for building real-life CS has gradually risen.
Lin Fan has experienced it once, but he has not seen what it looks like when the equipment is running.
The high platform, which was originally only two meters high, gradually rose to ten meters. The moment the high platform rose, children's songs accompanied it.
"It rained all night, and getting up early is good weather."
"I dreamed of you again last night, our happy game."
"I blame my carelessness and blame myself for being careless."
"I can't find your address, but Dad is going to the post office."
"I want to tell you quickly, I have the crayons you gave me."
"I drew a picture and sent it to you expressly, my heart is with you..."
Listening to the familiar accompaniment, Lin Fan put his hands in his pockets, and said in nostalgia: "Hey, I'm really old."
This nursery rhyme is the theme song of Animation City that he watched when he was young.
That happened more than ten years ago. Every time I don't write homework after school, it's the ghost of this animation city!
When the high platform came to a complete stop, the children's songs were also sung to a climax, and Lin Fan below could vaguely hear the shouts from the platform.
"It looks like they were all cheated." He showed a gloating appearance. He was rectified by the system once, and it felt great to see others rectified again.
...
After the game started, twenty people, without exception, took off their helmets with a look of confusion.
"what's the situation?"
"I do not know!"
"Is it true that real CS is such a joystick game?"
"Go, go ask Boss Lin."
Zhou Chuang took the lead. Chen Ke and others followed behind. Twenty people left their seats and walked towards the security room.
"Huh, are you finished?" A total of twenty-six people came to the game. The game can only be played by twenty people. The other six people are sitting on the lawn and chatting, watching the few people coming down from the seats and making a sound. Asked.
"No, the game has just started." Some of the twenty people answered.
"Why don't you play?"
"I can't explain it clearly, so let's talk about it after we ask Boss Lin."
When everyone came to the security room, they did not see Lin Fan, but saw a full twenty pistols on the simple single bed.
"This...what's going on?" Qi Peng stepped forward and took the gun in his hand. He had experience with guns, and he could tell at a glance that these were real guns.
He handed out pistols to other people one by one.
"They are all real guns. There are fifteen bullets in the magazine."
"Why is there a gun in Boss Lin's house?"
"You ask me, I don't know."
"Xiao Ke, do you know?" Someone looked at Chen Ke. In this, she had the best relationship with Lin Fan.
"I don't know." Chen Ke shook his head blankly. In her image, Lin Fan is just a boy who often likes to call her to play games.
The appearance of the gun made her feel a little at a loss. In China, possession of guns is a death sentence!
Without waiting for everyone to make other guesses, a voice rang behind them, which belonged to Lin Fan.
"Hey, it seems that you have already got the gun in your hand." Now Lin Fan didn't look like everyone was dying before, and there was a sneer on his face.
"Can you explain it?" Chen Ke looked at him.
"Don't you want to play live-action CS? It's not enough for real people now." In Lin Fan's hands, he also held a pistol, and shot out as he spoke.
Then, a person sitting on the grass not far away was shot to death before he could react, splashing blood on his head!
The blood stained the grass.
The people around him screamed.
There was no warning for this shot, and no one at the scene responded.
It was also at this time that they knew that Lin Fan did not joking with them, this is the real, real CS!
"Now, the game has begun." Lin Fan chuckled, feeling that for him, just killing a person didn't even cause any psychological burden.
He slowly withdrew, hiding himself behind a big tree.
"How to do?"
"I do not know either."
Surprisingly, this kind of thing happened. Although these rich second generations were a little at a loss, their personality was still hard and they were discussing countermeasures.
"I just took a look and the gate of the amusement park was locked."
"It seems that you can't run, you can only fight hard."
"Yes, there are twenty of us, and we are afraid we can't do him alone?"
"Go, go up!"
Twenty people scattered with guns and outflanked the place where Lin Fan had retreated.
...
Nineteen minutes later, Lin Fan, who was in the outside world, watched the high platform slowly descend. Knowing that the game was over, he began to look forward to everyone's expressions.
"The personnel died, the game is over."
Chen Ke stared at the eight characters on the screen and shook the joystick in his hand subconsciously.
"...It's a game."
She didn't know how to describe her feelings now.
The helmet rose slowly, and she reached out to wipe away the tear marks on her face. At the end, when Lin Fan died, she cried.
In her image, the sunshine boy who likes to fight the swordsman died in front of her, and the blood shed all over the place. She didn't know why she was so sad.
Twenty people are sitting on the seats, you look at me, I look at you, for a long time there is no speech.
"Mom. It's a game!" Zhou Chuang shouted out after a long while.
"I really thought I was dead!" Someone said with lingering fears. In the game, everything feels too real. The pain of the bullet hitting the body and the surrounding partners leaving one by one made him deeply desperate.
"If I keep playing like this, I have to be schizophrenic!"
"Yes, this is a playground, I serve it!"