Chapter 12: Message from President Shen

The teenager was instantly excited.
But he also had a little unhappiness and depression.
Because through the live broadcast just now, he probably figured out what happened in the level at this time-his idols wanted to requisition the house where the new anchor is located. This anchor was pretending to be a native of the level in order to live, and it was really true. Has deceived the members of the sixth team!
This anchor fooled the team members. But it doesn't matter, he believes that the sixth team will soon see through all this.
After thinking of this, this unpleasant point quickly dissipated. The teenager couldn’t wait to share the news that he could see the team members in this live broadcast room, so while watching the live broadcast, he landed on the final planned forum, with excitement and respect, with the most passion he could think of The overflowing words published this news.
In the checkpoint, Wu Fei was surrendered to the battlefield and was rushed to the living room by three boiling team planners. One of the small contractors was responsible for monitoring him aside-Eric did not want to kill him. The necessary trouble is naturally unwilling to let him do anything to cause them trouble.
The red-haired captain knew the image of his team at this time in the eyes of the aborigines-it should be a group of lawless and fierce looting murderers, and may also involve infighting, revenge and fighting. It is very consistent with the identity assigned to them by the system this time.
Wu Fei was awakened halfway through his sleep, which made Wu Fei have a headache at this time, but his thinking was extremely clear and clear, and his mind was running fast.
Wu Fei heard their arrangements and plans just now.
It may be too confident, or it may not be "npc" in the eyes, the sixth team did not avoid Wu Fei when discussing these matters.
Eric arranged for two people to survey the entire building structure and material storage, and one person to transfer the materials they had collected before. The other two went to premeditately spread the message "Shen Zhai would be a suitable refuge, storing many supplies" to lure more planners to come here.
So then they just need to wait for the rabbit to harvest the human head.
Wu Fei speculates from this strategy that this group of people is extremely confident in their own strength and should not be a general planner. The nature of the picture is not only to pass customs. This recognition made him more vigilant.
For half a day, Wu Fei did nothing but feed the cat, bathe the cat, and clean up the feces, acting abnormally honest and cooperating. Eric and others gradually relaxed their vigilance against Wu Fei. The short contractor was transferred to guard the doors and windows to guard against other contractors who might invade at any time. As for Wu Fei, as long as he could not run out and there was no equipment to communicate with Just contact the outside world.
Wu Fei also gradually grasped the "degree" of playing an aborigine in this process, and his nerves were no longer as tight as they were at first.
It's just that the cat cub still makes him rest assured and unpredictable: when feeding him, it's okay to say that although the cat cub eats reserved and elegant, he will eat all the food he prepares. These foods were prepared by the housekeeper before, but Wu Fei did not have to worry about it. He just had to take them out and greet them with Mr. Shen to eat.
But Mr. Shen showed twelve points of dissatisfaction and resistance when taking a shower. A pair of dark golden eyes looked at him with a deterrent gloom like a ants who could not see the dead or alive.
Fortunately, although Wu Fei had never raised a cat, but also listened to the cat’s colleague, he knew that most cats don’t like to take a bath. Although his cat cubs are clever, they may still maintain the habits of most cats, so they forcefully Armed with his family, President Shen, he used force to suppress and semi-forcedly bathe President Shen. After washing, while blowing dry to President Shen while praising the other party is really good.
What made Wu Fei most laughable was when he cleaned the excreta of Shen Xing. When he went online before the car accident, he often saw the cat-raising people kindly and proudly claiming to be "shovel officers", so he didn't think it was a big deal. Shen is always his contractor, but unlike other contractors, although he is very smart, he is a cat, so it is only natural for him to raise him.
But President Shen obviously doesn't think so.
Every time I saw Wu's "shoveling officer" do his part, the black kitten always squatted quietly. The young cat's face had vicissitudes and melancholy that did not match the age of the cat. It is the human being who is observing hard work quietly. If he looks carefully, he can vaguely perceive a kind of unrequited melancholy from the serious dark golden eyes.
Wu Fei noticed his appearance and interpreted it simply as-my cat is shy. Suddenly felt that his little kid was quite shy, just like a little princess cat, so after finishing the cleaning work, he picked up Shen Xing and touched it courageously.
He didn't find that the more he coaxed his cat prince, the more melancholy.
The sixth team cut off Wu Fei's contact with the outside world, but what they did not expect was that Wu Fei also had a communicator. The communicator is hidden from the outside world, and only when the planner adds friends to each other or intends to show it to others, the other party can see it.
However, this level is forbidden to communicate with the outside of the level in any form, and can only contact the planner, contractor, or guide such as Miss Lulu of this level. Wu Fei does not have any contacts in the level, even if there is a communicator, it is useless.
This afternoon, Wu Fei was sitting on the sofa thinking about the next move-although it seems that the other party did not doubt him, but he also had to plan well if he was deceived by these bad planners. Get away.
His communicator suddenly received a message at this time.
He carefully checked the news that he had just received. There was only a simple line:
Give me another identity. Shen Xing.
Wu Fei froze for thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds later, he turned off the news and picked up the cat from the other side of the sofa.
Wu Fei lifted the black kitten high and looked around. While no one noticed him, he stared at the dark golden eyes, and said quietly, "Baby, you and your father told me honestly, Did you send the message just now? How could you, would you send a message?"
Like countless times before, the black kitten still looked at him without any fluctuations, without moving his face, making a meow, and killing him. Half a minute later, he even closed those dark golden eyes recklessly, and calmly raised a in Wu Fei's hand.
Wu Fei has extensive experience in communicating with his autistic cat. At first glance, he knows that he can’t dig out any inner feelings. Asking his pride and stubbornness to keep autistic and silent, His Majesty might as well find an opportunity to ask Miss Lulu, at least Miss Lulu. He is willing to help him check things he doesn't know.
Knowing that no answer can be obtained, Wu Fei is not entangled.
He hugged the cat into his arms and explained the news whisperingly to the news over and over again: "Baoer, you are a little better. It’s not that Dad doesn’t smoke for you, it’s because Dad doesn’t have money now. You know what, uh ?"
Without waiting for Mr. Shen's reaction, Wu Fei lowered his head and touched his soft forehead with the tip of his nose, coaxing: "When Dad passes this level, he will earn money, and after he earns money, he will send it to your grandparents. Go back, and you will have a new identity for the rest, OK?"
The black kitten's dark golden eyes opened for a moment, then closed again. He changed his posture and nestled in Wu Fei's arms, putting on a boring and serious expression like no other.
Wu Fei looked at him like this, and even vaguely doubted whether the news just now was sent by his autistic cat.
In fact, Wu Fei is not really without money. He even considered it before entering the level. A 648 can still be barely brought out. He just felt that the card draw was not worth it at this time.
First of all, this level restricts the use of non-human racial identity cards, so even if he draws powerful identity cards of other races, it is of little use at the moment.
Secondly, if he draws a powerful identity card of the human race, according to his judgment, the three planners and their contractors who invaded the Shenzhai are not weak. Two fists are invincible, even if Cat's new identity card is higher than the "President" status, they may not be able to beat these six people.
Furthermore, Wu Fei is more unsure that he can evolve from a cat to an adult by drawing another cat cub. If they are all cats, there will be no change in the result of drawing ten pictures.
Not to mention the general probability of drawing cards, maybe you can only draw an n-card that is comparable to or even worse than the current identity card rarity.
Between the electric light and the flint, the two contractors suddenly jumped down from the two windows on the second floor of the Shenzhai house, one by one from east to west, interrupting Wu Fei's thinking.
Like the few waves of people who had sneaked into the mansion before, they were obviously attracted by the news they deliberately released by Eric. They wanted to seize this refuge, or at least some of the weapons and food.
The short contractor standing by the window was already prepared. He hid in the dark corner of his vision. His fist shot out seven or eight thin alloy wires that crisscrossed, and all the two contractors were stopped by one move. .
Wu Fei leaned on the sofa, gently touching the cat in his hand, and quietly changed his posture.
It is actually quite interesting to observe the fire from the other side and observe how these three planners fetched other planners who fought in.
However, what he did not know is that tens of millions of viewers are watching this rare event with him through his "eyes", to be precise from the perspective of his live broadcast room.