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Chapter 118
Emoji is one of the great inventions, and the same emoticon can interpret various meanings.
After Chen Zhan received the expression of a blood-stained knife, he began to ponder the meaning.
What Yin Ronglan saw when he came back was the scene of him falling into deep thought on the phone screen.
"What are you thinking about?" Even if he had time to change his coat in the future, he reached out and probed his forehead, making sure it was not a physical discomfort.
Chen Zhan presented Mr. Wu's emoticons in front of Yin Ronglan: "What do you mean?"
The culprit can more or less understand: "Maybe it is a threat."
Chen Zhan did not quite understand, so naive, unlike Mr. Wu's handwriting.
Yin Ronglan sat down next to him: "I've seen everything on the Internet about running with the ball." Without waiting for Chen Zhan to answer, he said: "You will be stupid when you are pregnant for three years."
"..."
Speaking of this, Chen Zhan didn't care so much anymore. Instead, he mentioned the misfortune of gaining a few catties recently.
Yin Ronglan glanced at him...the body is well-proportioned, but he can't really see it. His face is slightly rounded, but it's childish: "It's not a big deal."
Chen Zhan stood in front of the mirror: "It doesn't matter if you get fat, it can make bones and meat more refined."
Yin Ronglan tried to translate, only to show that he wanted to increase his worth. don't know why it was so terrifying.
Looking at the people behind him through the mirror, Chen Zhan used his eyes to convey the idea that those who are close to Zhu are red and close to Mo are black.
Yin Ronglan thought that the next thing he was going to face was a crazy young man with diligent codewords, but he just closed the computer directly, walked to the next room and started calling.
The talk time was very long. After a bowl of noodles, a fruit plate was cut, but Chen Zhan did not come out.
Turning on the TV, Yin Ronglan's eyes lingered on the clock hands hanging on the wall from time to time. For half an hour, Chen Zhan walked out of the room slowly with his mobile phone, holding a notebook between his head and shoulders, and leaning against the wall laboriously While listening to the phone while taking shorthand, murmured from time to time, "That's it. ’
When the phone was hung up, Yin Ronglan looked over and said casually, "New friends?"
Chen Zhan shook his head and emphasized: "A common'friend'."
The three words'Lin Chiang' came to mind involuntarily, and Yin Ronglan frowned: "He takes up too much time in our lives."
Chen Zhan: "Be specific."
"You mentioned Lin Chiang many times."
Chen Zhan thought for a while: "I'm also a topic that the couple can't get around, you don't suffer."
"..."
Yin Ronglan was silent for a few seconds, wondering how he arrived at this equation.
The person whom Chen Zhan called was indeed Lin Chiang, and he asked seriously how he would deal with himself if there were no laws in the world.
Lin Chiang really didn't disappoint, so he opened his mouth and said more than a dozen ways to stimulate.
There was a gloomy air between the lines. At the end of the speech, the tone became more and more relaxed, like a balloon floating in the sky.
Chen Zhan called Tan Changming, Zhang Chenggong and others. Although the plan they provided was not as detailed as Lin Chiang's, it was better than having a visual sense.
At night, Yin Ronglan reads a book with a small night light on, while the lovers list and organize on the other side. He really couldn't hold back his curiosity, he turned his head and leaned forward, his face changed slightly when he read the "66 Ways to Kill Chen Zhan" in his notebook.
"You can't joke about life and death." In the rare process of getting along, the tone of speech was slightly serious.
Chen Zhan: "It's not a joke, but a game development."
Without waiting for him to express his opinion, he arranged for himself: "The most indispensable thing in modern society is pressure. How to reduce pressure is very important."
Yin Ronglan faintly started to have a headache, but had to close the book and listen patiently.
Chen Zhan: "Do you think someone will hate me?"
Yin Ronglan hesitated for a moment: "Maybe."
"to be frank."
"... countless."
Chen Zhan nodded: "In order to release the pressure, many people have begun to retaliate against the society and have done irreparable things, so I am going to create a stress-reduction game."
Staring at the dozens of plans listed on the notebook, I am quite proud: "As long as the player buys the props, he can torture and kill my mimicry image in the game."
Yin Ronglan was silent for a few seconds, got out of bed and went to the home medicine cabinet to find out the thermometer... It may not be accurate during the day, but it seems to be really sick.
Chen Zhan refused to take the temperature measurement, saying that it was the result of careful consideration: "The game that was launched last year has fewer and fewer downloads, and it will not bring much benefit."
And he himself has experience in making games and a fixed partner for cooperation. Once he starts, he will get twice the result with half the effort.
Yin Ronglan sighed and said, "So you look forward to collecting ideas from people who have had hatred in the past."
Chen Zhan squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's just a questionnaire."
Symbolically ask those people how much they hate themselves, will they be so disgusted that they want to do it themselves, and if they can, what plan they can take.
Yin Ronglan has a sharp eye and points to the core: "Learn from other people's creativity and perfect the game. When the game is launched, its first batch of players may be these people."
The rich kids themselves are not short of money and can ‘show off their ambitions’ in the game. Why not?
Chen Zhan said seriously: "They realized the happiness of killing me in the second dimension, and I got the money, isn't it the best of both worlds?"
The voice fell, and for a few minutes, each other's breathing seemed to be stagnant, and the quiet needles in the bedroom could be heard.
After a long while, Yin Ronglan carefully observed Chen Zhan's micro-expression, and was sure that he saw some kind of sincere emotion in the other's eyes. He couldn't help but sighed: "If you came out to do business a few years earlier, you might have nothing to do with me."
The term mobility seems to be tailor-made for Chen Zhan.
The first thing woke up the next day was to contact a game designer who had previously worked with. He requires excellent graphics, especially the sound effects and special effects. But the picture should not be too bloody and brutal, easily banned.
Today is different from the past, and Chen Zhanneng's price has also doubled.
If you get a satisfactory price, you promise to give a preliminary design before the end of the month. The designer did his duty, and made a promotional video in four days to facilitate advertising in advance.
In the propaganda film, Chen Zhan's mimicry villain died in a variety of comical methods, and besides being funny... it was inexplicably relieved.
When he posted the video on Weibo, the cuteness of most netizens was similar.
"After watching it three times, I feel very cool inexplicably."
"Don't hide it from you, I feel that the soul has been purified!"
"I'm a fan. Indulging in looks, cool is really cool!"
...
During the period of concentrating on business, both the law enforcement and Mr. Wu appeared in the minds of only a handful. Chen Zhan seems to be returning to the days before, without unpredictable external forces, struggling to achieve his life goals.
Things backfired. On this day, he asked a game designer to inspect the finished product in a cafe. After trying it out, he was quite satisfied with the painting style.
The horror wind tends to be cute, like a faceless man. At first glance, it looks a little scary, but after a long time it can taste warmth.
Designer: "If you have any comments, please feel free to mention it."
Chen Zhan looked solemnly: "The scene of being shot headshot at the end, can he close his eyes?"
The scene of staring at death is sad to see.
The designer replied: "I have a headshot, how can I close my eyes?"
Chen Zhan pursed his lips and took a sip of juice: "That's right."
When raised eyes, suddenly saw the person at the next table. The two sides were separated by a corridor. Mr. Wu didn't know how long he had been staring at him.
The same eyes were like a dusty ancient well without any fluctuations. Chen Zhan couldn't help frowning, as if something unknown had happened to the opponent.
Mr. Wu did not take the initiative to speak up and left calmly after eating the snacks on the plate.
Chen Zhan retracted his gaze: "I will contact you if I have an idea."
The designer nodded and took the notebook away.
Chen Zhan: "Go and follow him."
[System: Designer or stayer? 】
Chen Zhan helplessly: "Naturally it is the latter."
The system goes fast and comes back fast.
With the effort to settle the bill, it appeared again, bringing a not-so-good news: "The system of the stranded person is awakened."
After Chen Zhan scanned the code, he didn't know if it was because the bill was expensive and frowned or just a message: "Where is the other person?"
[System: Feed the pigeons by the fountain in the park. 】
The forest park is just a road from here. There were a lot of people in this time period. Chen Zhan lowered the brim of his hat and hurried forward.
By the fountain, a group of children were chasing and frolicking. They looked around and saw someone sitting quietly on a bench in the distance. From the physical shape, it should be the person he wants to meet.
Tonight's afterglow was extremely warm. Chen Zhan sat down on the other side. The two sides stood on both sides like guardian stone statues that did not interfere with each other.
Chen Zhan took the initiative to break the silence, deliberately tentatively said: "Dancing with the devil's answer, have you come up with it?"
The light in Mr. Wu's eyes changed faintly, and he spoke in a low, inaudible voice for a moment: "That's just a trap you used to cheat me." After speaking, he turned his head and said: "Your memory must have been restored long ago."
It took a lot of effort to lower the opponent's IQ. Seeing that it returned to normal levels, Chen Zhan wondered if he had exchanged the special medicine for improving intelligence.
Mr. Wu ignored this conjecture: "Forced to reduce wisdom and then counter-kill, this method is very useful." After a pause, he smiled and said, "But it is not difficult to resolve it."
The temperament of the whole body is very different from the past, even more calm than when Chen Zhan first met him.
"Look there." Mr. Wu smiled at a pair of parents in the distance. The adult was teaching the disobedient little boy: "No matter how old you are, your brother is more sensible than you!"
After watching this short ‘family unit drama’, I slowly spoke again: “I saw an interesting saying on the Internet, what’s the meaning of having a second child... The large-sized training is abolished and the trumpet is re-trained.”
Chen Zhan sighed and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to have a child and carry the hatred to the next generation?"
Without waiting for a reply, he muttered to himself: "It's feasible, I won't have offspring. So when he is an adult, I am old, and my mental decline can be beaten."
Hearing that Mr. Wu's complexion has finally changed, it is a pity that this sullenness has not been sublimated, and suddenly dropped to freezing point. And in Chen Zhan's slightly surprised eyes, he recovered his calm at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a few breaths, Chen Zhan showed an unbelievable astonishment: "You shouldn't be..."
Mr. Wu smiled slightly: "With the help of the system, I successfully developed seven personalities."
Everything seems to be under control while speaking: "You can reduce your wits, one personality is destroyed, let the next one go to war."
"..."
How much hatred is this? !
[System:... If my colleagues had this cleverness, they would not be forced to retire by their host, or change jobs... Tsk. 】
The author has something to say: Chen Zhan: How much hatred? What a hate!
Mr. Wu: I am invincible.