Chapter 246: Wufu 83

【One】
In the shabby and shabby houses, the pointer points to five o'clock.
A pair of skinny hands hold the mouse trembling, and quickly click on the software icon hidden deep in the folder.
A moment later, a humble picture appeared on the screen.
That's the picture quality that can only be found in original pixel games. It has red lines on a black background, a humble square hut in the center of the screen, and a cluster of golden flowers in the lower right corner of the screen. The cabin looks empty, but if you look closely, you can see a very poor silver coin in the corner.
Seeing this, his face was full of despair, his lips trembling, and his mouth was full of rotten teeth.
He covered his mouth in despair and looked again at the lower corner of the screen. There are six lines written in the common working language of the United Nations. The line that belongs to Chinese is:
Account balance: 1 Bitcoin.
The owner of the room stood up and walked up aimlessly. He knocked over the coffee table in the center of the room and knocked over the coffee table in the center of the room. The only white poison powder on the table was scattered. He squatted down and packed it, but There were just too few of these things, and he licked the table twice to find nothing.
This made him stand up again and couldn't help but bite his wrist.
The squealing sound from the wooden floor became more and more urgent, and the scream of the bed with the prostitute next to the girl, the bed sounded, and the entire space became increasingly anxious. He couldn't bear it any longer, went to the table and picked up the needle, trying to pierce his temple.
At this moment, a loud clang was heard in the sound.
He thought he was hallucinating, looking blankly for the source of the sound, and the room was still dark and chaotic, which made him not even notice a silver coin falling from the ceiling of the cabin on the computer screen.
The tip of the needle rested on the temple and he could end his life with a little force.
Suddenly, the little silver coin acted like a switch, and countless silver bright points descended from the sky. Those bright points went from small to large, rising like snowflakes, and eventually turned into silver coins stacked under the screen.
The same six lines of text slowly descended, staying above the money pile.
The room owner grinned, showing bright red lips with yellow to black teeth, and laughed silently.
Round 2: The target character survives and the game continues.
...
In the drunken bar, the blue-eyed and green-haired girl lazily sat on the sofa, leaving only a little bit of expensive wine in the glass.
This theme bar is completely distorted in dark Gothic style, with high electronic sounds and cross-blurred spotlights intertwined with each other, the air is filled with the breath of alcohol and numbness, and the blurred smoke and dust floats in the air.
The girl glanced blindly around her friends, reached out and dragged a fat middle-aged man around her. She bit the man's earlobe affectionately, and the rich man's taste was not a big deal.
The □□ on the stage has reached the most exhilarating step, the sound of the glass stage exploded, but the next moment, the girl's expression changed strangely. Because her phone uttered a weird groan, both like pain and endless pleasure. The girl leaned forward sharply, grabbed her phone, and couldn't wait to open an icon.
The picture was so simple that only the pixels were left. It was a vault where countless gold coins piled up like a mountain. But soon, a team of black bugs crawled in, and they devoured these coins. At the same time, the numbers below were changing fiercely-from eight to seven, to six, five Bit ... finally became two.
The black worm disappeared, leaving only dozens of gold coins in the vault, scattered on the ground in a mess, seemingly shabby-especially compared to before.
The man's eyes widened and he looked at all this incredibly.
A reminder of six different languages ​​emerged-
round2: inued ...
The girl grabbed her phone and smashed it to the ground.
The carpet was thick and the phone was of good quality, so the phone just bounced a few times and quickly stopped.
Below the pixel picture, a cluster of similarly rudimentary golden flowers moved, as if waving in the wind.
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In a luxurious building, the singer stepped out of the recording studio, and a group of people immediately surrounded him, booing. The singer coped with a gentle smile, and the people on the opposite side showed a happy expression like Mu Chunfeng.
Five minutes later, the singer appeared in the bathroom on the same floor, and as soon as the door was closed, the eyes in the mirror became extremely tired.
He glanced scornfully, leaning on the sink, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.
The smoke was lingering, and a groan sounded suddenly. The singer took a moment and took out the phone.
After a while, he frantically scratched his hair and waved his phone heavily on the opposite mirror!
In the loud noise, the mirror was torn apart, and the broken fragments briefly reflected the last picture on the phone—
Behind the six lines of text in different languages, in the empty simple room, the only golden color is the petals trembling gently below.
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In a humble noodle shop in the city, the sky was completely dark.
The electric fan is hung on the ceiling, hula is blowing, white tiles are pasted halfway to the wall, and a table is placed facing the wall with a partition in the middle.
Most of the guests are eating their noodles, and they don't care much about what is being played on the LCD TV. For lonely workers, dragging their exhausted bodies after work and having a table fight with strangers is comparable to torture, so although the food taste here Normal, but the boss's layout is exceptionally intimate.
The TV is facing the kitchen, and a news report of the police detaining the criminals is playing on it.
"According to the information from this station, the suspect Shen Lian has been successfully arrested by Hongjing Police this evening. A police spokesman declined to disclose any relevant content of the case ..."
The tall figures of the police officers all around blocked the thin woman in the middle, and her face was covered with a black shading bag, so the reporters could take nothing.
The noodle shop's TV volume was turned down so low that it couldn't even cover the sound of snoring.
In the picture, the image of a police car leaving the Zhourui Mansion Plaza flashed away, but the reporters' flashes seemed to light up the night sky.
However, the man sitting in the corner of the noodle shop didn't mean to look up to read the news. His laptop was still open, and he was typing between his fingers or typing on the keyboard, like an office worker who was still busy working overtime.
He lifted the vinegar bottle and poured some into the dishes, revealing a cuff of shirt and old blue royal cufflinks.
This is the boss who just poured a bowl of red oil on his face. The busy guest finally condescended and looked up. He glanced at the TV at random, but looked at the boss very seriously. He asked humbly and respectfully: "How is your business? ? "
The boss wiped his hands on the white-to-glare apron and shook his head helplessly: "It's miserable."
The guest opened his mouth, sucked the noodles into his mouth, and sighed with regret at the computer screen: "It was unexpected."
The boss had already walked into the kitchen at that time and had not heard this sentence.
New customers came in the shop, shouting for two bowls of red noodles.
In the semi-open kitchen, animal limbs floated in the large pot on the coal stove. The boss held an iron spoon and scooped a spoonful of blood-like red oil onto the surface. The action had an old-fashioned elegance, and the entire space Splashes of seductive sounds.
"But it's not bad, it's interesting."
The boss bowed slightly, like talking to himself, and like answering something.
【two】
That night.
The gate of Hongjing Police Station was still full of traffic, and the city was very crowded. I don't know because the legendary drug is still too big in the city today, even small incidents of fighting and fighting are much more than in the past. What is even more terrifying is that police officers at all levels who came to assist the investigation and investigators from relevant departments in various places came one after another. Clerks like Zhang Xiaolong were also forced to work overtime and register at the reception, referred to as the front desk.
The summer night was still very hot, and people in the front hall were coming and going, but the air was filled with a completely silent atmosphere different from the heat. People lowered their feet and talked very little. Uniformed police officers looked silent and serious, as if mourning something.
Zhang Xiaolong knew exactly what it was all about, and she had something in her throat, but it was hard to say. Fortunately, she was still very busy. She could not think about these things for a while. She pointed out the location of the relevant office to a person in charge of the drug supervision department who had arrived overnight, and the phone rang. She pinched the microphone slightly and pulled out. Make a note of what is communicated on the phone.
At the same time, another phone rang, and she was still recording with a pen and paper in her hand. I did n’t know what to do for a moment. Just when she was very distressed, she reached out with one hand and easily replaced it. She answered the phone.
Zhang Xiaolong thought that a colleague was helping her, and she still looked down to record the contents of the phone call. She wrote two strokes, and suddenly felt that the voice next to her was very wrong. The male voice was too easy and pleasant, and even brought a few boring casual endings. This made the policewoman who was serious all day very unaccustomed.
"Well, you directly contact the Environmental Protection Agency."
Another phone call was hung up very quickly, and Zhang Xiaolong even heard the protest in front of him.
The policewoman looked up suddenly, and stood in front of him a completely strange young man, who looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
In short, about three or five seconds, Zhang Xiaolong was completely caught in a normal sluggish reaction when he saw a handsome young man.
The other party wore a simple black shirt, same-colored trousers and leather shoes, and the tie was loosened slightly. The middle was pinned to the shirt by a simple silver tie. Although the young man was slightly dusty, either The look of the dress or the time of greetings was elegant.
Zhang Xiaolong opened his mouth. In short, he should ask questions like "Who are you?" What he didn't expect was that the person would introduce himself before she spoke.
"Hello, I'm here to take over as the psychological consultant of Hongjing City Bureau."
Su Fengzi's voice was very loud, many people around him heard it, and cast an incredible look.
Zhang Xiaolong was again struck by lightning. Her first reaction was anger. Why did consultant Lin just have an accident and the replacement staff had already been recruited? This is not too unreasonable.
She took a deep breath, stabilized her mood, picked up the landline to find someone, she dialed out two keys, and suddenly remembered something very wrong. How could the criminal team find someone to replace Lin's consultant?
She raised her head in horror, glanced at the other person again, and asked cautiously, "Who are you from and where did you get it from?"
The young man seemed to have thought that she would ask it this way, took out a business card holder from his pocket, pulled one out from the middle, and pushed it on the raised surface.
Zhang Xiaolong bowed his head a bit stupidly, and saw that the business card was written in very simple Song-style characters—the famous writer: Su Fengzi.
Then there are densely lined small characters arranged on the lower edge of the business card, surrounded by the title number, and Zhang Xiaolong took a closer look, only to find that it was the title of the work, most of which were things like "General Beloved-Domineering President Don't Run".
The policewoman blew her hair on the spot, but she must also suppress her temper and the people and explain it well: "This gentleman, the police station is busy with business, and it is not a place for you to joke."
The young writer named "Su Fengzi" was not angry, and still pushed her business card in a polite and undeniable gesture, saying, "Call Xing Conglian and read the content on the business card. . "
In fact, Zhang Xiaolong could completely refuse, but at that moment she felt that the one in front of her was really familiar, which made her pick up the phone in a horrible manner.
She briefly explained the situation at the front desk, but the captain of the police over the phone fell silent.
Zhang Xiaolong couldn't help but rush, Xing Conglian said "Let him wait" and hung up the phone.
Although the captain's instructions were not particularly clear, it seemed that the other party should be left. Zhang Xiaolong hung up the phone. The young man in front of him was very casually leaning on the front desk, his eyes lifted slightly, and he swept across the whole dead body. The hall was inquiring in the eyes, but it got rid of a cynical attitude and seemed gentle and deep.
Sentences came quickly.
When he came downstairs with a party, all the police officers in the entire hall looked up, and the atmosphere dropped a few degrees.
"The criminal squad ..."
Other police officers and prisoners rang out from the sound of greetings.
The dynasty walked on the stairs and pointed Su Fengzi with excitement. He had a ghostly look, but his eyes were red.
At this time, the young man looked up and looked up the stairs. The first sentence was: "What's wrong, is Lin Chen dead?"
Su Fengzi's words made the whole hall quiet for a while, and all eyes looked at him with a look of forbearance and anger. But young writers are unaware.
The first reaction came from the dynasty. The young man ran down the stairs and pointed at the young man's nose and cursed: "What do you say!"
Su Fengzi looked at the young man's finger, reached out and held each other's hand, and then touched the top of the dynasty's head, and said leisurely, "Well, he didn't hit me, it means that Lin Chen hasn't played himself to death. He is really capable. "
The dynasty was even more impatient. He waved Su Fengzi's hand, but the young man's language ability was really not Su Fengzi's opponent.
"Please respect Adviser Lin!" Zhang Xiaolong kept watching, and finally couldn't help talking.
"Why don't I respect him?" Su Fengzi didn't even look at her, but asked casually.
"You said that consultant Lin was dead!" Zhang Xiaolong said earnestly, saying that she had nothing to say on the occasion of the realization. But when Lin Chen did so much, his successor was actually the same tone, which made Zhang Xiaolong spit in his throat.
"It's not like you all are crying, and Lin Chen is no longer there." Su Fengzi bowed slightly, pinching the dynasty's face, and said, "still crying?"
"You mean, we should be happy?" Another police officer who was standing silently next to him said, "When Advisor Lin made the exchange with her in order to allow the suspect to survive, we should be Advisor Lin. Happy about self-sacrifice? "
Su Fengzi groaned for a moment and asked the other party, "What's your name?"
Probably when Su Fengzi came to take over Lin Chen's position, the police officer saluted and answered, "Zhang Xingguo."
Su Fengzi raised his thumb, pointed slightly at the stubborn police officer, and asked Zhang Xiaolong: "Who is it?"
Zhang Xiaolong said solemnly: "It is our deputy Zhang, who has been honored twice for individual second-class work and once for collective third-class work."
"Oh ... it's a hero." Su Fengzi's voice was very relaxed and abrupt, "So, Zhang Xingguo, what's the most dangerous thing you've encountered as a policeman for so many years?"
This issue silenced Zhang Xingguo.
"Deputy Zhang has handled the 721 gang robbery!"
"very dangerous?"
"22 guns were seized on the spot, and ammunition totaled more than a thousand rounds." Zhang Xiaolong replied.
"Oh, Zhang Xingguo, when you raise a gun and confront a suspect, make sure you can survive?"
"No." The silent middle-aged police officer spoke again.
"Then why do you risk your life to do these things?"
Zhang Xingguo saluted again and replied, "The responsibility lies."
"Oh, then it is your responsibility to risk your life, and Lin Chen has no responsibility?
Zhang Xingguo was speechless for a while and could only say: "Advisor Lin is not a frontline police officer."
Su Fengzi finally stood upright. He looked at Zhang Xingguo and looked like everyone: "Even if he is not a frontline police officer, but I know that many times the negotiating expert will say in the face of the hostages, please let me exchange it with yours. This hostage. Do they feel 100% sure when they say this? I do n’t think so, the same thing happens every day, why is it on Lin Chen that he is particularly worthy of respect, let you guys Uncomfortable? "
"Yes, but Brother Achen is different!" Seeing this, the dynasty finally couldn't bear it and shouted.
Zhang Xiaolong saw the young man pull out a piece of sugar from his pocket, tore off the sugar paper and shoved it into the young man's mouth with a speed that could not cover his ears. He squeezed his face and smiled, "You young man, you can get horny. No object? "
Although Su Fengzi was joking, the whole hall fell into a deadly atmosphere again, and no one spoke again.
Su Fengzi looked at Xing Conglian, who was standing high, and looked at all the people present, saying, "You and Lin Chen have interchanged their positions. Who would not make the same choice with him, please take a step."
Time passed minute by minute, Zhang Xiaolong looked up, and there were dozens of people in the entire hall, none of them moved.