The party continues.

Old Americans do this when they get up in the morning, do this at noon, and do this at night. They wish they could have eight hundred parties a day. This is called American tunnel warfare.

It is said that everyone originally came to visit me. Logically speaking, they should pass at different times, enter in an orderly manner, and queue up to watch Sleeping Beauty. But I couldn’t stand it. The friends I know are all careless roughnecks. If you want to come, just come in - a few are better.

I gave my friends permission to open the door, and now they are persecuting me in turn.

The situation is that the person visiting from the front has not left yet, and the person from behind comes again.

Then more and more people gathered, and some unscrupulous person said that I went out for a trip, and when I came back, I came in with a box of wine, and then everyone started to toast naturally.

At the beginning, everyone wished the beautiful Ms. V a speedy recovery. Everyone said something to me, and the atmosphere became as sad as a memorial service. There were more and more guests, including neighbors whom I didn't know very well.

In the end, everyone stopped blessing me and started talking nonsense, finding any reason to have a drink. Then a sneaky dealer knocked on the door and asked the elder brother if he wanted some medicine.

Of course it's medicine.

Now that I was awake, before I had time to greet everyone, a few more people came in from outside the door, carrying stereos and spotlights.

"Hey! Isn't this V? You wake up, come on, come on, let's dance together!"

Thanks for inviting me, old man.

NCPD came and knocked on the door.

"Hello, police officer."

"You guys, please be quiet and don't cause trouble. Got it?"

"Goodbye, officer."

Turn on the stereo - the famous "Cockroach Dance"

Some of the men from Valentino's gang started to tap dance, and they moved my coffee table away to make a small dance floor.

The floor was loudly stepped on by them, and the dust on the floor danced with it.

Well, now I understand at least one thing, at least when I die, the funeral will be so lively.

Now Misty came over and gave a gift.

A pendant.

"The shape is very unique, and it looks familiar." I shouted loudly.

"This is made from the bullet that was taken out of your brain. It's a miracle that you survived. I have to thank that handsome blond friend and, of course, Lao Wei, who treated your wounds."

She replied loudly.

Lao Wei also came to the party, "Kid, are you feeling better?"

"As good as a newborn baby, I owe you my life again, Laowei."

"Don't thank me. When they carried you smelly to the clinic, I thought they were going to collect your body. But after checking, I discovered that your injuries were not serious and your brain tissue was intact. I just removed the body from the back of your head.

The hole is just patched, just like repairing a tire."

"But there was a bullet in my brain."

"Yes, this is the strangest place. Maybe you can ask someone else."

Indeed, I should go say hello to Lu Zongping's eldest brother.

The handsome blond man was sitting obediently on my computer chair, side by side with his mother. It was hard to tell that such a big man could be so docile.

"Girl Serana, you look really radiant today. Oh, Mr. Jonas, do you have time?"

Let me take a good look at him.

The man named Jonas is very handsome, and naturally handsome. He doesn't seem to be a prosthetic, which is really strange. I didn't see his neural interface. Likewise, I didn't see him in Serana either.

Find the interface on the cranial side.

Most of the popular hairstyles nowadays require the data interface to be exposed, otherwise it will bring great inconvenience to life. This is also a fashion habit. If someone does not expose the interface, then it is likely that he has not implanted it.

Prosthetic body.

I thought all natural humans were dead.

Maybe they come from some backward country and live in a closed village.

Judging from Jonas’s facial features, he should be from Northern Europe, right?

Oh, Nordic man, my handsome guy!

"What is it, mortal?"

Mortal?

He used the word mortal. Could it be that it was some fresh Nordic slang?

"Well, that's it. When we first met, how did you...well, how did you take out the bullet from me?"

"There is no need to speculate on God's skills. Even in your short life, you will not be able to understand my greatness."

When you live in a modern society and hear such a passage, your first reaction should be: This person is crazy.

These days, there are actually crazy people who regard themselves as gods: Have you ever seen a god cowering in a corner when attending a mortal banquet? And in order to let each other hear clearly, he still said this very loudly.

Serana turned her head and glanced at Jonas. This look, well, I seem to understand. It turns out that Jonas has an over-controlling mother, and he went crazy during his long-term growth.

"V, forgive my son for being unreasonable, he is still not used to talking to others."

It is worth noting that the person Serana used as "human", this sentence can be roughly translated as "people are not used to talking to dogs."

OK, the case has been solved. It turns out that this handsome Nordic guy’s whole family has delusions.

"Mortal, put away your rude thoughts. Since you have realized that you live in a virtual world, why can't you accept the existence of gods in the world?"

"What did you say?"

Jonas said nothing, but his expression showed complete contempt.

"Wait, are you really, really a god? Then, Ms. Serana, are you too?"

Serana smiled implicitly and shook her head slightly, "It's not interesting."

I really don’t understand this world anymore.

"Fuck, what's going on?" Johnny said. He suddenly appeared in my sight in the form of a projection. Johnny, our rock boy Johnny, was banging his head against the wall in pain at this moment.

"Welcome to the real world." I muttered silently.

"No, this is not the fucking real world. I know, you and these people are all like me. Everyone is in the shrine. This is a trick played by the stupid Saburo. Where are the others?

? He must have been hiding, hiding behind an electronic screen to peek and watch my performance. Okay, I admit that he was indeed very smart. This time he really fooled me, just for a little while."

Johnny's illusory figure suddenly appeared in front of me in a flash, and he grabbed my throat - Hey, are you doing this again?

It's a pity that he is a phantom, so I can't hit him, but he can actually demonstrate to me by affecting my body - that is, he uses my hands to choke my own neck.

In full view of the public - I fucking hate parties. In short, the few dancers over there were frightened when they saw it. No one had ever seen this scene before. They pinched their own throats and grimaced while holding back their teeth.

Oh, I remember the talent show in the community school when I was a kid.

All the other children have great powers, but when it comes to Miss V, I will act like a dumbfounded person.

Lu Zongping squeezed his way out of the crowd.

Everyone is counting on him to save me.

Then the birdman put a hand on his temple and his eyes glowed blue - he was taking a picture.

It’s not over yet, the eyes of the old friends present all have blue lights - they are receiving the pictures.
Chapter completed!