Chapter 193: Celebration (2)

In Yongye City, Tangcuo, Jin Cheng and Wen Xiaoming are walking on the deserted streets of Area C.
This street is just behind the hotel, surrounded by lots of residential areas. It shouldn't have been so deserted, but most players were attracted to the game hall by the evil spirit badge, and a small number were trapped in the copy. The rest are scattered, I do not know if I hid in the room or where I went.
The houses on both sides of the street are facing the street. Because the area c belongs to the high-end area, small townhouses have appeared. Wen Xiaoming looked at the street sign, "Shell Street? Baker Street? Since the npcs ran out from the copy, then there should be various missions triggered in Yongye City... will there be homicides here?"
Tang Cuo looked up at the second floor of No. 12 Shell Street on the left hand side, where the window was half open, revealing a figure of suicide. Looking at the doorway at No. 13 diagonally opposite, the half-blooded body had just crawled out and whistled when he saw Tang Cuo.
He took another two steps back.
On the 11th, the whole family was killed.
On the 10th, the scene of death tricks.
Number 9, the last supper.
...
This street is very long, at least one hundred and one dead methods.
"Are you interested?" Tang Cuo turned around and asked.
Wen Xiaoming shook his head frantically. How could he be interested in the homicide, but he seemed to see light in Tang Cuo's eyes. Jin Cheng'er said, "These should all be triggered by the range, don't go close."
The three then walked in the middle of the road and walked straight across the street. In order to understand the specific situation of Yongye City and prevent the passage from opening in advance, they still have to go to the gift mountain in the central area to find out.
There was a bus stop in front of them, and the three of them were lucky, and it didn't take long for them to hear the sound of the tram "ding ding, ding ding" coming from the crossroad in front.
When the train approached, Tang Cuo saw the train crew and was still an old acquaintance.
"Hey, see you again." The trainman was the former Teresa Teng fan in Zone f. Later, he was promoted to Zone e to drive a motorcycle, and also carried Chi Yan.
Now I met him in the c area, it can be seen that he was promoted again.
"Why did I drive the tram again?" Jin Cheng got into the car and looked back in the car seat. Sure enough, he saw the familiar record player again.
When the train conductor mentioned this, he turned into a black cat sergeant, and his eyes were staring like brass bells, "You also said, who robbed my motorcycle last time, let me eat my stomach exhausted, and finally find it, It was scrap copper and iron scraped from the ruins."
Jin Cheng felt his nose and remembered it.
At the beginning, Tang Cuo turned into a black cat and was trapped in a black iron cage. Fortunately, this man carried Chi Yan and arrived in time with the unlocking spell. But Crimson made a big noise in the central area. They hurried over and rushed to the motorcycle parked on the roadside, and left.
Later, he fought with Crimson, how could he still get a motorcycle?
"But it's the Yongyecheng car anyway, and I don't have to pay me." The trainer waved his hand and smiled brightly again. "I got a Deng Lijun's record a few days ago, and I will let you listen."
Although the two people were either fighting or on the way to fight every time they met, the train crew was still quite confident about their taste.
Before long, the beautiful song began to flutter in the night sky. The singing of the celebration went away. It no longer violently occupied the highlands, but turned into a live band-like playing sound, faintly floating from the central area, if it was aloof.
In the sound of "ding ding, ding ding", the tram started again and took them across the block, all the way forward.
Although the buses in all districts are not interconnected, they can all enter the central district. Because they were sitting in the car, they avoided triggering tasks and delayed their journeys, and they also took all the things along the way into their eyes.
The department store building with bursts of screams and the carousel that suddenly appeared at the crossroads can only be imagined by you, but not by you. Players are mostly cautious and don’t dare to get close easily, but today’s Yongye City is full of traps. No one knows if you just triggered a game mission just because you stepped on a candy.
The central area is even more lively. From afar, it looks like a hugely lit celebration site. Inside, the figures are intertwined, laughter and music sound like a colorful ribbon, entwining all the lights together, illuminating the sky of Yongye City.
The sky was clouded, and that was the terminal of the magic train. No one knows what is hidden in that cloud, because no one has ever been on that train. Or someone has been there, but no one knows.
At this moment, glowing lines dangled in the cloud, like a meteor across the sky. And under that line, hung apple after apple.
The clouds are high, and the apples are high. But someone was holding a long, long bamboo pole to tie the net bag, trying to take off the apple.
How long is the bamboo pole? It looks like a ladder.
"We're going in." In the reminder of the train crew, the tram plunged into the noisy ocean.
Wen Xiaoming lay out of the window and looked out, most of him leaned out. He was very curious about the bamboo pole that day like a ladder, but soon, everything around him made him dizzy and could not care anymore.
"Jingle, Jingle..." The young man wearing a beret passed by on a bicycle and a tram, and the people coming and going exclaimed to avoid.
Those who happened to turn around were men and women, wearing suits, cheongsams and even short beatings. Coupled with the tram under the seat, in the blink of an eye, they seemed to be driving into the old shadow of the Republic of China.
There are also many players in the crowd, which are easy to distinguish from the dress and expression. They were stunned and kept vigilant about everything around them. On the contrary, the NPCs were methodical.
Regardless of who they are, or their arrogance or yellow skinny skin, they seem to have lived in this city without any violation. The identity of the aborigines and intruders seemed to have dropped out at this time.
There is also a bus stop in front of the station. The tram stopped in front of the platform. The lady in a dress dressed in a gentleman's suit and leather shoes got on the bus. When passing Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng, they couldn't help but glance at them more.
Tang Cuo saw her open her mouth and seemed to speak, but Jin Cheng moved faster. He took Tang Cuo's hand to stand up, politely bowed to them, and then passed by directly.
Wen Xiaoming saw the situation and quickly followed him. The three of them got off the train in a hurry, and the train crew was still waving behind them, "Come and visit my business again next time!"
The tram drove away, revealing the situation across the street. A player is sitting with their backs to them, raising their feet and resting on a small bench, and letting the shoe polisher shine his shoes.
But he obviously didn't wear leather shoes, but white sports shoes. Seen from the back, instead of sitting upright, he was stiff all over. His finger joints holding the seat were whitish and seemed to tremble slightly. Looking at his feet again, it was clearly nailed to the bench, blood gurgling out of the shoes, staining the white upper.
The shoe-shoemaker seemed to have seen nothing. She had been devoting herself to wiping her shoes, but the more dirty she got, the more dirty she had to wipe.
Wen Xiaoming felt pain when he looked, "What kind of ghost game is this?"
Jin Cheng shrugged, "If he is decisive enough, he should cut off his feet and leave."
This voice is not too light, and it is just within the receivable range for Yongye City players to generally raise their hearing. After finishing the speech, the three did not stay too much and continued to walk in the direction of Gift Hill.
"The games in the central area are a little more decent than in the other areas." Tang Cuo said while walking.
"It's indeed more decent. The murder is hidden in a subtle place, and the blood is left in invisible corners. Everyone is decent, and even npc has few faces to hate." Jin Cheng said, suddenly heard a click in his ear. When he turned around, he saw a small man with two moustache and a vintage camera smiling at him.
To be precise, it was to smile at him and Tang Cuo. He just took the camera with them just now.
"It's very difficult to prevent." Jin Cheng concluded his speech.
Tang Cuo also looked over, and the little man made a gesture of asking, "Two gentlemen, do you want to enter the store and sit down, so I can rinse out the photos I just took and give them to you? Don't hide that the two said, our shop Just opened today, and you are my first guests. I open a business and don’t charge money."
Jin Cheng: "If I say no?"
The small man's expression was embarrassed at the moment, "But I took all these photos. The two are very photogenic. It's a pity not to take such a good photo."
At this moment, Tang Cuo shook his head at Jin Cheng. He tried it, and an invisible barrier had been set up within a meter of them, and they could not walk out.
Jin Cheng then took out something and threw it to Wen Xiaoming, "You go first, try not to forget to go ahead by yourself, try to find a way to join Leng Miao."
Wen Xiaoming knew the weight, so he didn't say much and nodded. Jin Cheng gave him the quantum cloak, there is only one thing, so I didn't take it out just now.
To be on the safe side, Wen Xiaoming also put on a mask and put on the invisible clothes, and the whole person disappeared directly in front of Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo.
"Two please." The little man said nothing about Wen Xiaoming's disappearance, and still invited them in with a smile.
Entering the photo studio, Tang Cuo was attracted by the various cameras on the wall behind the counter. But the strange thing is that there are so many cameras in this shop, but the frames are all empty.
There are countless photo frames on all four sides of the four walls in the photo gallery except for the wall behind the counter where the camera is placed, which is very unfriendly to patients with fear.
Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes, suddenly, and seemed to feel, he looked up at the ceiling-there were frames hanging on the ceiling, and among those frames, there was only one photo embedded in it, and one black and white photo.
It was a girl with a ponytail and a necklace, and she smiled very standard. The background is pure white and I can't see where it was taken.
"Choose between the two." The little man took the album from the counter and asked them to choose the style of the photo frame, and said, "I will send it to you together. Free, don't need money."
Tang Cuo said: "No, I will buy it."
The smile of the little man remained the same, "Guests don't have to be so polite, they all said that they would open a business without charging money."
Tang Cuo directly took out a hundred-dollar bill and placed it on the counter, "I insist."
The little man looked at the red note and twitched his lips. In Yongye City, where the renminbi depreciates rapidly, whether one stone can be bought for a hundred dollars is a problem.
"The boss begs for good luck, and I wish you a prosperous business." Jin Cheng also saw something from Tang Cuo's attitude and looked at the small man with a smile.
The little man was very kind, but finally agreed to collect the money, but after he agreed, his attitude changed suddenly, showing three points of impatience, seven points of indifference, and two moustache slightly upturned, showing a meanness.
"Choose it yourself." He didn't look at the red note, turned the booklet upside down, and the photo frame album became a price list. He threw it to Tang Cuo, "Since you have to pay, the previous one can only be invalidated and retaken once."
After finishing his speech, he turned and walked back to the counter. He scolded the two for not knowing what to do, and tinkered with the camera equipment. Jin Cheng shrugged and leaned his head to ask Tang Cuo: "What do you see?"
"Bulgari's necklace." Tang Cuo looked at the girl in the picture frame again. The necklace is by no means the same age as the owner of the photo studio, so the girl in the picture frame is not a character in the plot, but a player.
They are not the first guests in this store, the boss is lying.
If they took the photo of the boss for free, I am afraid they will become the second work in this store and be hung on the wall. As an npc, the boss repeatedly mentioned the word "free" twice, which is a reminder.
Jin Cheng couldn't help sighing, "We're already a proficient master of the copy rules."
Tang Cuo looked down at the price list without raising his head and said: "Can you change the habit of overlapping words?"
Jin Cheng: "Don't it sound good?"
Tang Cuo was silent for a moment, "Miao Miao, Xiao Yi Yi, Cuo Cuo, nothing special."
Jin Cheng: "Well, I accept this reason."
I will call you baby in the future, standard Beijing accent, especially nice.
This is, the little man patted the counter heavily. "Have you chosen?"
Tang Cuo handed the price list to Jin Cheng without expression, and Jin Cheng glanced at the same expression.
Single headshot-50 points
Single person photo-1 eye
Single People's Country Experience Photo-Soul 1g
Double headshot-120 points
Double scenery photo-2 drops of blood
Double People's Country Experience Photo-Soul 3g
Group price, please negotiate with the boss
But what Tang Cuo cared about more was that the head of this price list was written with the name of the photo studio-Recall Photo Studio.
Jin Cheng also noticed, but since he has entered the game, he can only continue. He looks at the boss with a smile, "We choose a double headshot."
120 points, still affordable. Although it is more expensive than a single person, it is better for two people to take care of it together. Only when he finished, Yu Guang glanced at Tang Cuo's face, but he felt like he was a little resisted.
It's just that this resistance is coming and going quickly, making Jin Cheng think that he is dazzling. How can Tang Cuo resist doing tasks with him?
At this time, the boss urged them to hurry to stand in front of the white curtain. He was about to start taking pictures, and Jin Cheng suppressed the doubt in his heart.
Tang Cuo looks as usual, only he knows that he really didn't want a two-person package just now.
Taking pictures here is definitely not as simple as taking pictures. Recalling the photo studio, does the word "recall" point? Does this mean that they will see the previous image?
He didn't really want Jin Cheng to see the scene before his death.
But he didn't need to cause Jin Cheng's curiosity for the unknown, so he pressed it down and stood with him before the curtain.
"Look here, don't move." The boss held an old-fashioned flash and pressed the photo button impatiently.
"Click-" A strong white light flashed over and instantly enveloped the two.
The bad premonition in Tang Cuo's heart suddenly increased, and when he restored his sight, he couldn't help but say: Sure enough.
It appeared in the summer of 2015. He had a rare half-day vacation that day, but because of the short time, he did not have any relatives and friends to visit at the station, so he walked alone on the street and wandered aimlessly.
It was a very hot summer and it was so hot. Tang Cuo's mood was not so good. He was afraid of the heat, so he turned into the cool path next to him, and the clinker met a bag grab.
The scream of the woman behind made Tang Cuo instantly judge the truth, so he flew a foot and kicked the mess. Tang Cuo, who was about twenty years old, was much cooler than he is now. When he fell to the ground, his hands were still in his pockets.
It's just that no one expected that the had a knife, and he couldn't hurt Tang Cuo and could hurt others. In order to protect the woman, Tang Cuo made a cut in the palm of his hand. It was not very deep, but it was still bleeding.
Speaking of which it is really a very old bridge.
After Tangcuo took care of everything, he didn't take the wound to heart, and planned to go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine and wipe it. But as soon as he walked out of the trail, he saw a motorcycle stopped by the roadside, and an instructor who had not seen it for half a year.
He wiped his sunglasses, casually cast a glance, said with a smile: "Child, your weekend life is very rich."
Tang Cuo did not squint and walked straight past him.
Jin Cheng sighed, put on his sunglasses, started the motorcycle to catch up, and stopped the man again, "Can I eat you? Why do I run every time I see me. Da Li said they were wrong when I was against me Don’t believe me, do you really hate me? Blame me for naming you old?"
So annoying.
Tang Cuo stopped, "Instructor, I'm on vacation."
Jin Cheng: "It's a coincidence that I'm on vacation."
Tang Cuo: "..."
Jin Cheng: "Get in the car, I will take you to a nearby pharmacy and take a ride."
Tang Cuo knew that Jin Cheng was an unsatisfactory person who never gave up. He didn't want to have any relationship with Jin Cheng anymore, but he finally got on the motorcycle awkwardly.
When the motorcycle left, Tangcuo and Jin Cheng, who belonged to Yongye City, came out from behind the big tree beside the road. Jin Cheng leaned his arms on the tree trunk and said, "You look so awkward and cute before you."
Tang Cuo declined to comment.
Then, as soon as the picture changed, they saw themselves sitting on a bench by the lake and eating burgers. Jin Cheng did a wound treatment for Tang Cuo, and he said without hesitation that he would be invited to eat a big meal to save their precarious teacher-student relationship.
Burgers, hot dogs and ice cola, this is what Jin Cheng called the big meal. Jin Cheng, a modern philosophy health master who loves junk food.
At this time it was already sunset, not many people by the lake.
The weather was not as hot as it was in the afternoon. The breeze blew across the lake and the reeds swayed gently, bringing a hint of coolness. It wasn't too early, Tang Cuo ate the burger and got up to go back.
But at this moment, his phone fell out of his pocket, and he stooped down to pick it up, but he was a little late. Jin Cheng picked up the phone and said, "Tang Cuo, I have seen all your files."
Tang Cuo raised his head, and there was a coldness in his eyes. Even if the other party was Jin Cheng, the person he had had Qi Nian, he did not like the other party's unauthorized reading of his files.
Jin Cheng also saw the coldness in his eyes, and he was fed back with a more generous smile, "How about joining me? With your strength, you can definitely pass the assessment of the team."
Tang Cuo was stunned.
Jin Cheng tilted Erlang's legs, his face ragged, but he said nothing serious. He immediately opened Tang Cuo's mobile phone, quickly entered a number, and pressed it a few times before returning it to him.
There are only three contacts in Tangcuo's mobile phone, and no payment app is downloaded, so there is no password lock.
"Call me if you have something." Jin Cheng also stood up, and the height of half a head just covered Tang Cuo. He looked down at Tang Cuo slightly and said, "I don't expect you to remember my number deliberately. You are so lucky that you can meet robbers while walking on the road. I set me as your emergency. Contact person. Of course, if you are fine, just want to talk to the instructor to talk, I welcome it."
Tang Cuo asked: "Why?"
There are many excellent people, Jin Cheng wants to pick people, not lack of him. Now that he has read his files, he should know that people like him, with their backgrounds and education, are not good at all.
Why not pick a better one?
Jin Cheng asked: "I am surprised that you will ask this question. Do you think you are not good enough?"
Tang Cuo is very calm. The more he is, the more he stays sensible, and his sensibleness is almost impersonal.
Jin Cheng: "But you are Tang Cuo."
Tang Cuo: "?"
Jin Cheng smiled, "Trust me, I'm not mistaken. I'm not picking anything else, I'm picking my teammates. I say you are the most suitable, but you must."
Tang Cuo thought at the time, why he always did this, leaving no room for others to refuse, disturbing others' minds without permission, and disturbing others' lives without permission. Tang Cuo, who was about twenty years old, was sensitive and a little awkward. He noticed the vague concern in Jin Cheng’s words, and was disturbed by the sudden emergency contact. Although he calmed himself, he didn’t know all emotions. , The more repressed the more turbulent.
Tang Cuo didn't agree with Jin Cheng's proposal, but he didn't directly reject it. It should be said that Jin Cheng did not give him the opportunity to refuse, waved his hand, and drove away.
Not to mention Tangcuo.
Straight male.
"Did you like me at that time?" The straight man is still trying to talk.
"No." Tang Cuo's tone was cold.
"There is no, there is, at this time they are all nonsense"
"Huh."
Jin Cheng smiled and did not tease him, "Actually, I specifically went to you that day."
Tang Cuo turned his head to look at him.
Jin Cheng: "Before you entered the trail, I followed you for a while. I see you walking on the road alone, and I really want to take you home."
The back is strangely distressing.
Jin Cheng didn't know how to describe that feeling at that time. Perhaps the seeds of love had been planted at that time, but he was too slow to realize it. Later, he always came and went in a hurry, and it was rare that he could meet Tang Cuo with few words.
Even at the moment of death, he did not know whether Tang Cuo had participated in the team assessment.
Hearing the regret in Jin Cheng's words, Tang Cuo's eyes fell slightly. Jin Cheng's number was stored in his mobile phone, and he turned it out countless times, but he didn't call it out.
After that meeting, he was not sure whether Jin Cheng had forgotten the original invitation. When he met several times, he always passed by.
The last and only time, Tang Cuo called the phone, but no one answered it.
He didn't want to tell Jin Cheng to see the scene at that time.
But contrary to expectations, the picture in front of him began to blur, then reorganized, and gradually became the night when Tang Cuo died. On the empty long street, Tangcuo saw himself falling in the pool of blood.
Jin Cheng's expression gradually became cold.
At the same time, Lin Yandong, who left District A, also stepped into the block that Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng had just walked through. Although he was wearing modern clothes and a bright red scarf, when he walked in the middle of the crowd, the calmness of his body was just right with everything around him.
Looking at the gentleman in the gown walking past him, there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.