He took out his cell phone beside the bed and took a look. The time was 12:36. He scratched his messy hair, yawned, and prepared to go back to sleep.
A train rumbled past outside the window, driving away all the sleepiness that had just brewed in him.
"Damn it..." Old Tang jumped up from the bed, cursed and got dressed.
The location where he rented the house was very poor. There was no sunlight in the winter and no cool breeze in the summer. It was located next to a certain train track. Almost all the corners were dark. The entire hut was less than 40 square meters and was filled with an odor.
There is a musty smell, and sometimes it happens to be a rainy season, and moss will grow in the dark corners of the wall.
People in New York call this kind of house an affordable house, which is perfect for a person like him who has an unstable income and hangs his head on his belt. After all, no one knows, maybe in a certain next mission
I sent it myself.
He went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water, then picked up the bottled water in the living room and poured it into his mouth.
There was the last pack of instant noodles left in the cabinet. He carefully calculated the living expenses in his hand and found that it was probably only enough to last him a few days.
He walked to the computer, sat down, and entered a URL into the browser with ease.
The website opens with a black background and blood-red fonts, giving the entire interface a sense of weirdness.
The mouse wheel on his right hand kept sliding as he browsed the list of bounty tasks boredly. He was a bounty hunter and had been doing this for several years.
He prides himself on being a master in the bounty hunting profession, and is best at handling supernatural events. He has taken on all cases involving strange forces and deranged gods, and he has done them beautifully.
He dropped out of high school because he had no talent for reading and he had no parents. He had been staying in the orphanage as long as he could remember. The dean said he was adopted and he was at the door of the orphanage when he was picked up.
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He didn't have any skills, so he came into contact with the hunter website by chance. Since then, he has relied on taking on small tasks from time to time to earn some living expenses.
Fortunately, he has always been lucky, he thought. In the past, he took on errands to explore ancient tombs in the desert or shipwrecks in the ice sea. Each of these places sounded weirder than the last, but he never had any problems. It was like there was a legendary third place.
With his six senses, he could find where there were traps and which way was the right way. He could vaguely find the right direction and get what his employer wanted every time. However, it seemed that he was a bit too lucky. In his boring and long life, he has no goals, but he likes money, so he doesn't mind taking on some errands, especially doing such exciting things can make money. In fact, he sometimes thinks that even if he doesn't pay for such exciting things, he
He is also very interested in trying it. After all, for someone like him who has few friends, playing games and taking on quests is his entire life.
He thinks games are a good thing. They can kill time and paralyze oneself. He can control the soldiers in a world composed of virtual data, fight against opponents one after another, and enjoy the pleasure of defeating them.
He is obviously one of his few friends. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call him a netizen. In their interstellar group, they use a bear with a big head as their avatar, so they have a nickname called Big Bear. It is obviously from the interstellar channel.
The master among the masters, he once defeated the entire group by himself, but not long ago he blasted six rounds in a row, and he was very proud of himself for a long time afterwards.
Until yesterday's chat, Mingming accidentally revealed that he now uses the red dot control of the old version of IBM laptop to play games, because the opponents are too bad and not challenging, so he wants to increase the difficulty.
This made him so angry that he almost vomited blood. Anyone who has played StarCraft knows how difficult it is to control the red dot in this game, which is like picking out your ears with a rolling pin.
Ming Ming explained that he was too lazy to emphasize to the group that he was challenging high difficulty out of boredom, because he himself felt that doing so was boring. After defeating everyone in the channel with micro manipulation, he switched to playing with his left hand, and won with his left hand.
Just throw away the mouse and use a red dot to hit. If one day he hits all channels with a red dot, how will he kill time?
Old Tang was a little happy again. He felt that they must be similar to him. After all, they all kill time by doing boring and meaningless things. After all, they are all the same... lonely.
After hearing that Mingming said that he had recently come to the United States to study, but unfortunately not in New York, but at some Cassel College in the outer suburbs of Chicago, Old Tang thought that when he came to New York, he would take him around the United States in a Greyhound, but he didn't
Know when you will have this opportunity.
The water in the pot was boiling. Old Tang remembered that he had boiled water to cook instant noodles before. He hurriedly ran to the pot, opened the last package of instant noodles, took out the noodles and threw them into the boiling water.
Staring blankly at the floating pancakes, the hard pancakes were softened by the cooking.
He sat back in front of the computer with the pot in hand. Suddenly, a strong sense of loneliness spread in his heart, so he clicked on the familiar big-headed bear portrait.
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"Ming Ming, come to New York sometime, my buddy will drive you around the United States in a Greyhound."
Lu Mingfei was playing StarCraft in the dormitory. His opponent was playing Human. He had a good sense of overall strategy, but his micromanagement was a bit poor. He was talking to his defeated opponent in the public chat channel, "Humans will never defeat Zerg."
It is necessary to use a tank, but the masters don't use tanks anymore, so they start to explode troops, and a large number of machine guns rush over with nurses, destroying and attacking them. Seeing that the opponent's puppies can be suppressed before they can upgrade their speed, he can only keep sending troops to follow.
You grind, if the Hydralisks cannot form a formation, you will win. If the cruisers form behind and attack, it will be overwhelming..."
At this time, the QQ message box in the lower right corner flashed. Lu Mingfei clicked on QQ and saw a cheap panda avatar beating constantly. It was Old Tang.
"Just wait until I have time in a few days. We have made an appointment, and you have to come and pick me up." Lu Mingfei typed back in a crackling voice.
"There must be one." After Old Tang said this, the panda avatar dimmed and he went offline.
Lu Mingfei did not continue the game with his opponent. He slowly lay down on the back of the chair and let out a long breath.
To be honest, he still has no idea how to solve Old Tang's matter. He once thought optimistically that there would be a way to reach the mountain anyway, but the facts were revealed. Old Tang was getting closer and closer to waking up, and
He was still in the dormitory living and sleeping with Fen Gou every day.
Constantine's bone bottle has been recovered. Angers estimates that he will deliberately sabotage the dissection experiment in the next few days and release Constantine to kill him.
I can't let this happen again, but how can I prevent Old Tang from being swallowed up by Norton's awakened memory?
"I still have to find a chance to go to New York..." Lu Mingfei murmured to himself.
"What? Junior brother? Are you going to New York?" Fingel woke up when he heard the word New York. He had been sleeping like a dead pig just now, "Take me with you, I'm going too!"
Lu Mingfei raised his head and glanced at him, only to find that the expression on Fen Gou's face suddenly froze.
"Brother, it's actually very simple to prevent your friend from being swallowed up by Norton." Someone said behind him.
"How to do it?" Lu Mingfei turned around and saw that the little devil was wearing pajamas with a cute panda printed on it.
"Let him create more beautiful memories, so that human emotions will take up the majority." Lu Mingze snapped his fingers and said calmly.
"What are you dressed up like?" Lu Mingfei looked him up and down.
"I was still taking a nap. When I heard that my brother was worried, I came over immediately." Lu Mingze asked with an innocent and cute expression, "How is it? Is my younger brother very competent at his job?" p>
"Not bad, not bad." Lu Mingfei touched his little head, "Then how to create good memories?"
"Brother, you are responsible for going to New York with him and leaving it to me when Norton wakes up." The little devil patted his chest, looking full of confidence.
"That being said, it doesn't seem impossible to bring Fingel with you..." Lu Mingfei looked at the frozen Fingel, and the expression on his face looked particularly funny at this time, "He is a pure fun-loving person who is responsible.
The effect of the entire program."
"Then let's do it." The little devil covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, "I'll go back and catch up on some sleep first. By the way, remember to trick your friend into coming to Kassel and solve it with Constantine." "You sound like you want to kill them..." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.
Time resumed flowing, Fingel jumped down and hugged Lu Mingfei's thigh, "Junior brother, I want to go too!"
"Okay." Lu Mingfei said with a smile.
"Um, why are you so happy?" Fingel let go of his thigh and said warily, "You don't have ulterior motives for me, do you?"
"Whether you want to go or not." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, "If you really want to go, just tell me and the principal and I will ask for leave."
"Pull!" Fingel gave a thumbs up.
"What do you think?" Lu Mingfei hummed proudly, "I am a man who received the principal's scholarship!"
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The principal's office is a great place. The air is filled with a faint scent of wood, and everything you look at is the oily color of old wood. The two-story bookshelves that go to the ceiling are filled with books, and there are twists and turns of the wooden stairs.
Divide the entire space into small pieces, like a huge birdcage.
Principal Angers poured a deep red stream of water from the bone china teapot, with dense white steam, into the porcelain cup, "Sri Lanka's Ceylon black tea is produced in the UVA area. It is picked in August and is very strong. I recommend you
Taste carefully. Do you want to add milk?"
"Thanks, no, I don't know much about drinking tea." He scratched his head.
Lu Mingfei sat under the skylight and took a sip of "Principal Brand" Ceylon black tea. The sunlight shone on him through the frosted glass.
"Hello, Lu Mingfei, I thought I would see you for the first time in class." Angers sat behind the principal's desk and said with a warm smile, "What can I do?"
"That's it, principal." Lu Mingfei put down the tea cup, "I want to take a day off and go to New York."
"Oh, can you tell me the reason?" Angers still smiled and looked into his eyes.
"I have a friend in New York. His mental state has been unstable recently. I want to go play with him for a few days and relax." Lu Mingfei scratched his hair.
"Ronald Don?" Angers said the name.
Lu Mingfei was shocked, "How do you know him?"
"Don't forget that Norma can check your computer's chat history at any time." Angers said, "But I don't usually have the habit of peeking into students' privacy."
"Oh..." Lu Mingfei said, "There is also Senior Brother Fingel, he wants to go with me."
"Fingel...hasn't he graduated yet? I thought he had already been running around the world on missions..." Ange rubbed his brows tiredly, "What level is he now?"
"Probably... "F-level"?" Lu Mingfei said uncertainly.
"Speaking of which, I personally assessed his "A" grade back then. It's a bit embarrassing now that I think about it." Angers said, "But he has been repeating the grade for eight years, so it doesn't matter if he deducts a few more credits. I will approve it."
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"Thank you, principal." Lu Mingfei stood up and bowed slightly to Ange, "Then I'll leave first."
"Mingfei." Ange suddenly stopped him, with a meaningful expression on his face, "I hope you can have a pleasant holiday."
Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly, "Of course, I've thought about it a long time ago!"
He walked out of the principal's office, and Fingel stood waiting outside with his hands folded.
"How's it going? Have you asked for leave?" Fingel came up and asked.
"Sure!" Lu Mingfei said, "But let's make an agreement first. When we go to New York this time, we will each pay our own money. Don't always think about asking me to treat you."
"Don't worry, junior brother, didn't I make a lot of money last time in the 3E exam?" Fingel patted his chest as solid as a bear, "Senior brother, I won't borrow this little money to go out for fun!" Lu Mingfei complained, "Do you call that borrowing? Borrowing but not returning is clearly robbery!"
Fingel chuckled, hooked Lu Mingfei's shoulder and walked to the dormitory, "Go back to sleep!"