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Chapter 246
Chapter 246 Wu Fu 83 Flowers
【one】
In the dark and dilapidated houses, the indicator points to five points.
A pair of bony hands held the mouse tremblingly, and quickly clicked on the software icon hidden in the depths of the folder.
After a while, a simple picture appeared on the screen.
That is the quality of the picture that the original primitive game only has, with red lines on a black background, a simple square hut in the center of the screen, and a cluster of golden flowers in the lower right corner of the screen. The inside of the hut 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, and his lips trembled, revealing a mouth full of rotten teeth.
He covered his mouth in despair and looked down at the bottom corner of the screen again. There are six lines of text written in the common working language of the United Nations, of which the line belonging to Chinese is:
Account Balance: 1 Bitcoin.
The owner of the room stood up and walked aimlessly. He knocked over the coffee table in the center of the room, knocked over the coffee table in the center of the room, and some of the white drug powder left on the table was scattered. He quickly squatted down to clean up, but those things It was too little, he licked the table twice and nothing was left.
This made him stand up again, and couldn't help gnawing at his wrists.
The creaking sound from the wooden floor became more and more urgent, and the whole space became more and more anxious in response to the shrill cry of the prostitute next door. He couldn't take it any longer, went to the table and picked up the needle, trying to pierce his temple.
At this moment, there was a light sound of jingle in the sound.
He thought he had hallucinations, and he was dazedly searching for the source of the sound. The room was still dark and chaotic, which made him not even notice a silver coin on the computer screen that was falling from the ceiling of the hut.
With the tip of the needle against his temple, he could end his life with just a little force.
Suddenly, the small silver coin seemed to be flipping a switch, and countless silver bright spots fell from the sky. Those bright spots rose from small to large, like snowflakes, and finally turned into silver coins piled up under the screen.
The same six lines of text slowly descended and stayed above the money pile.
The owner of the room grinned, revealing bright red lips and yellow to black teeth, and laughed wildly silently.
Round 2: The target character survives and the game continues.
...
In the drunken bar, the blue-eyed and green-haired girl sat lazily on the sofa, with only a little bit of the expensive red wine left in the glass.
This themed bar is completely twisted dark Gothic style, high electronic sound and cross blurred spotlights intertwined, the air is filled with the smell of alcohol and marijuana, and the blurred smoke is floating in the air.
The girl glanced at the surrounding friends with a blurred gaze, and reached out and dragged a fat middle-aged man beside her. She bit the man's earlobe erotically. The strange taste of rich people is not a big deal.
The promiscuity on the stage had already progressed to the most blood-sucking step, and the sound on the glass stage exploded, but the next moment, the girl's expression changed strangely. Because her cell phone made a weird groan, like pain and boundless pleasure. The girl leaned forward suddenly, grabbed the phone, and couldn't wait to open an icon.
A picture that was so rudimentary that only the image element points remained flashed out. It was a vault with countless gold coins piled up like mountains. But soon, a group of black bugs crawled in, and they devoured the gold coins to their heart's content. At the same time, the numbers below were changing violently—from eight digits to seven, to six, five Bits... eventually became two.
The black worm disappeared, and there were only a few dozen gold coins left in the vault, scattered on the ground in a mess, looking extremely shabby-especially compared to before.
The man's eyes widened, watching all this in disbelief.
Prompts in six different languages emerged—
ROUND 2: The Target Is Alive. To be continued…
The girl grabbed the phone and slammed it on the ground.
The carpet is thick and the phone is of good quality, so the phone just flicked a few times and then came to a screeching halt.
Below the picture element picture, a cluster of equally simple golden flowers moved, as if they were swaying in the wind.
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In a luxurious building, the singer walked out of the recording studio, and a group of people immediately gathered around to ask for help. The singer responded with a gentle smile, and the faces of the people on the opposite side showed a happy expression like a spring breeze.
Five minutes later, the singer appeared in the restroom on the same floor. As soon as the door was closed, the eyes in the mirror showed an extremely tired look.
He glanced back contemptuously, leaned against the sink, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.
In the smoke, a groan suddenly sounded, the singer was taken aback and took out his mobile phone.
After a while, he frantically scratched his hair and smashed his phone on the mirror opposite with a wave!
In the violent sound, the mirror was torn apart, and the shattered fragments briefly reflected the last screen on the phone——
Behind the six lines of text in different languages, in the empty and shabby room, the only golden color is the gently trembling petals below.
…………
In an inconspicuous noodle shop in the city, the sky was completely dark.
Fans hang from the ceiling, hula la blows, white tiles are attached to half of the wall, and a circle of tables is placed facing the wall, separated by a partition.
Most of the guests are eating noodles and don't care much about what's playing on the LCD TV. For those who work alone, dragging their tired bodies and sharing tables with strangers after get off work is like torture. Therefore, although the food here tastes good Ordinary, but the boss's layout is very thoughtful.
The TV was placed in front of the kitchen, and a news about the police escorting criminals was playing on it.
"According to news from this station, the criminal suspect Shen Lian was successfully arrested by Hongjing police this evening. The police spokesman refused to disclose any relevant content of the case..."
The tall stature of the surrounding police officers covered the thin woman in the middle, and her face was covered with a black shading bag, so the reporters could not take pictures of anything.
The TV volume in the small noodle shop was turned down so low that it couldn't even cover the sound of snoring.
In the picture, the image of the police car leaving the square of Zhou Rui Building flashed away, but the reporters' flashing lights seemed to illuminate 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 tapped the keyboard between his fingers, like an office worker who was still working overtime.
He held up the vinegar bottle and poured some into the dishes, revealing a length of shirt cuff and old-looking royal blue cufflinks.
This is the boss just pouring a bowl of red oil on the noodles. The busy guest finally condescended to look up. He glanced at the TV at random, but looked at the boss very seriously, and asked humbly and respectfully, "How is your business recently? ?"
The boss wiped the dazzling white apron with his hand, and shook his head helplessly: "It's a miserable loss."
The guest opened his mouth and sucked the noodles into his mouth. Facing the computer screen, he sighed regretfully, "It's really unexpected."
The boss had already entered the kitchen at that time and did not hear the words.
And a new customer came to the store, shouting for two bowls of red oil splashed noodles.
In the semi-open kitchen, animal limbs floated in the large pot on the coal stove. The boss held an iron spoon and poured a large spoonful of blood-like red oil onto the surface. His movements had an old-fashioned elegance. Splashing sizzling tempting sound.
"But not bad, very interesting."
The boss bowed slightly, as if talking to himself, as if he was answering something.
【two】
That night.
The entrance of the Hongjing Police Station is still full of traffic, and the crowd is like a city. don't know because of the legendary drug effect or the fact that there is too much movement in the city today, and even the small incidents of fights are much more than in the past. What's even more frightening is that police officers at all levels and investigators from relevant departments from various places came one after another to assist in the investigation. Clerks like Zhang Xiaolong were also forced to work overtime, doing reception registration, referred to as the front desk.
It was still hot in the summer night, and people came and went in the front hall, but there was a silent atmosphere in the air that was completely different from the dry heat. The footsteps were kept low, and there was little conversation. The uniformed officers had silent and serious faces, as if mourning something.
Zhang Xiaolong knew very well what was the reason for all this, and there seemed to be something stuck in her throat, but it was difficult to say it. Fortunately, she was still very busy and could not think about these things for the time being. She pointed out the location of the relevant office to a person in charge of the drug supervision department who came overnight, and the phone rang. She hurriedly clamped the microphone and pulled out the A sticky note jot down what was communicated on the phone.
At the same time, another phone rang again. She was still taking notes with a pen and paper in her hand. She didn't know what to do for a moment. Just when she was quite embarrassed, she reached out a hand and easily replaced it. She picks up the phone.
Zhang Xiaolong thought that some colleague was helping, and still lowered her head to record the contents of the phone. She wrote twice, and suddenly felt that the voice next to her was very wrong. This made the policewoman who had been serious all day very unaccustomed.
"Well, you can directly contact the Environmental Protection Agency."
The other phone was quickly hung up, and Zhang Xiaolong even heard the protesting sound of Hello from the other end.
The policewoman raised her head suddenly, and in front of him stood a young man who was completely unfamiliar, who was looking at her with a smile.
In short, for 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, trousers and leather shoes of the same color, the tie was slightly loose, and the middle was pinned to the shirt by a simple silver tie. The clothes or the expression on the nodding salutation are all elegant and just right.
Zhang Xiaolong opened his mouth. In short, he should ask "Who are you?", but what he didn't expect was that before she could speak, the man introduced himself.
"Hello, I'm here to take over as the psychology consultant of Hongjing Municipal Bureau."
Su Fengzi's voice was so loud that many people around heard it and cast an incredible look.
If Zhang Xiaolong was struck by lightning again, her first reaction was anger. Why did Consul Lin just have an accident when his superiors had already hired a replacement. This is not too humane.
She took a deep breath and stabilized her emotions. She picked up the landline to find someone. She dialed two keys and suddenly remembered something very wrong. How could the punishment team find someone to replace Consultant Lin?
She raised her head in shock, looked at the other party again, and asked cautiously, "Who are you, and where did you get it from?"
The young man seemed to have thought that she would ask such a question. He took out a business card holder from his pocket, pulled one from the middle, and pushed it over on the raised surface.
Zhang Xiaolong bowed his head a little sluggishly, only to see the words on the business card written in very simple Song script - Famous Writer: Su Fengzi.
Then there are dense small characters arranged on the bottom edge of the business card, surrounded by the title of the book. Zhang Xiaolong looked closely and found that it was the title of the work, mostly something like "The Favorite General - Overbearing President, Don't Run".
The policewoman was blown away on the spot, but she had to suppress her temper and explain to the people: "Sir, the police station is busy with official business, so it's not your place to joke."
The young writer named "Su Fengzi" was not angry either, and still pushed the business card in front of her in a polite and undeniable manner, saying: "Call Xing Conglian and read according to the content of the famous picture. "
In fact, Zhang Xiaolong could completely refuse, but at that moment, she felt that the person in front of her was indeed familiar, which made her pick up the phone unexpectedly.
She briefly explained the situation at the front desk, but the police captain on the other end of the phone fell silent.
Zhang Xiaolong couldn't help but urged, Xing Conglian said "let him wait" and hung up the phone.
Although the captain's instructions were not particularly clear, it seemed that he should let the other party stay. Zhang Xiaolong hung up the phone, and the young man in front of him was already leaning against the front desk, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, and he casually swept across the dead space. The hall, with probing in his eyes, got rid of a cynical attitude and appeared gentle and deep.
Punishment came quickly.
When he came downstairs with a group of people, all the police officers in the entire hall raised their heads, and the atmosphere dropped a few degrees.
"The punishment team..."
There were sporadic sounds of other police officers and Xing Conglian greeting each other.
Wang Chao was stunned on the stairs, very excitedly pointing at Su Fengzi, with a ghostly expression, but his eyes were red.
At this time, the young man raised his head and looked up the stairs. The first sentence was: "What's the matter, Lin Chen is dead?"
Su Fengzi's words made the entire hall feel silent for a moment, and all eyes turned to look at him with forbearance and anger. But young writers don't seem to notice.
The first to react was Dynasty, the young man ran down the stairs, pointed at the young man's nose and cursed, "What are you talking about!"
Su Fengzi looked at the young man's fingers, stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's hand, and then touched the top of Chao Dynasty's head, and said leisurely: "Tsk, he didn't hit me, it means that Lin Chen hasn't played himself to death, he's really capable. "
The dynasty was even more impatient, and waved Su Fengzi's hand away, but the young man's language ability was really no match for Su Fengzi, so he could only get angry with his neck.
"Please respect Consultant Lin!" Zhang Xiaolong had been watching from the side, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Why don't I respect him?" Su Fengzi asked casually without even looking at her.
"You said that Consultant Lin died!" Zhang Xiaolong said seriously, saying that there was no point in her speaking at all in the current situation. But after Lin Chen has done so much, his successor is actually in this tune, which makes Zhang Xiaolong feel unhappy in his throat.
"That's not because you are all crying and looking like Lin Chen is dying." Su Fengzi bowed slightly, pinched Wang Chao's face, and said, "Are you still shedding tears?"
"You mean, we should be happy, right?" said another police officer who had been standing silently beside him, "When Consultant Lin made such an exchange with her life for the suspect to survive, we should help Consultant Lin. of self-sacrifice?"
Su Fengzi pondered for a moment, then asked the other party, "What's your name?"
Probably when Su Fengzi came to take over Lin Chen's post, the police officer stood at attention and saluted, and replied, "Zhang Xingguo."
Su Fengzi raised her thumb, pointed slightly frivolously at the stubborn police officer, and asked Zhang Xiaolong, "Who is it?"
Zhang Xiaolong said solemnly, "It's our deputy Zhang, who has won two personal second-class merits and one collective third-class merit."
"Oh...he'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 police officer for so many years?"
This question silenced Zhang Xingguo.
"Deputy Zhang handled the 721 gang robbery case!"
"very dangerous?"
"22 guns were seized on the spot, with a total of more than 1,000 rounds of ammunition." Zhang Xiaolong replied.
"Oh, that Zhang Xingguo, when you raised your gun and confronted the suspect, did you make sure you survived?"
"No." The silent middle-aged police officer spoke again.
"Then why are you risking your life to do these things?"
Zhang Xingguo saluted again and replied, "The responsibility lies."
"Oh, then it's your duty to risk your life, so Lin Chen doesn't have his duty?"
Zhang Xingguo was at a loss for words and could only say: "Consultant Lin is not a front-line police officer."
Su Fengzi finally stood up straight, and he looked at Zhang Xingguo as if he was looking at everyone: "Even if he is not a front-line police officer, I know that many negotiators will say when facing hostages, please let me exchange your subordinates. This hostage. Are they 100% sure that they will survive when they say this? I don't think so. The same thing happens every day. Why is it that Lin Chen is particularly worthy of respect? Are you uncomfortable?"
"Yes, but Brother Achen is different!" Seeing this, Chao Dynasty finally couldn't bear it any longer and shouted loudly.
Zhang Xiaolong saw the young man take out a piece of candy from his pocket, tore open the candy wrapper and stuffed it into the young man's mouth at lightning speed, pinched his face, and said with a smile, "Young man, you are so good at penetrating the horns, don't you think? No items?"
Although Su Fengzi was teasing, the entire hall fell into a dead silence again, and no one spoke.
Su Fengzi glanced at Xing Conglian, who was standing at a high place, and then looked at everyone present, and said, "Everyone and Lin Chen exchange positions. Anyone who won't make the same choice with him, please take a step forward."
Time passed by, Zhang Xiaolong looked up, there were dozens of people in the hall, and no one moved.