Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 1 The Mysterious Parchment
In June 2006, the summer in Beijing came very early.

The heat is hot and sweltering for a long time.

In the Yan Garden in Haidian, Cicada yelled wantonly from the tree, feeling bored.

When the phone rang, Xin Ziqiu was lying on the upper bunk of the dormitory and taking a nap.

The electric fan blew violently in this direction, but he was still sweating all over.

In a daze, he took out his Nokia mobile phone from under the pillow and pressed the answer button.

But before he could put it on his ear, he heard the boss Pang Zhijun growling on the other side of the phone, like an angry bull:

"Master Xiaoqiu, fell asleep again, right? Hurry up and get up and go online! Did you hear me when you go online! The group starts at [-] o'clock, and it's almost [-]:[-] now. Is there any organization and discipline? Everyone in the group We're all here, just waiting for you..."

Xin Ziqiu was quite sleepy at first, but he was frightened by this series of roars like cannonballs, so he regained his energy.

So he couldn't fall asleep either, so he just turned over and jumped out of bed, turned on the computer, and prepared to play "World of Warcraft".

The computer he saved in Zhongguancun a few days ago has an Intel Pentium D processor, an 80G hard drive, and a 17-inch LCD screen.

I remember when I first moved the computer back to the dormitory, the boss gently stroked the smooth top cover of the case with his hand like stroking his imaginary lover, smacking his lips and praised:

"Tsk tsk, ultra-thin LCD screen, it's good now, we finally have our own computer in the dormitory, and we don't need to go to the next door to watch movies."

Xin Ziqiu slapped him on the shoulder:
"Hey, take your dirty hands away from picking your feet and talk about hygiene, okay?"

"Also, absolutely don't use my computer to watch those messy movies."

"..."

But that night, there was still a babbling sound from the newly purchased computer speakers.

The boss deliberately turned the volume to the highest, and the sound spread to the corridor, which attracted many brothers who were carrying washbasins to wash up to stop.

……

This set of computers cost Xin Ziqiu thousands of RMB, and most of the national scholarships he just got have already gone before they were warmed up.

The money was originally used by him to prepare to apply for studying in the United States next semester, but on a whim, he couldn't resist buying a computer.

But he doesn't feel bad about it either. Money is only valuable when it is spent, and at worst, it can be earned after it is used up.

There are many ways for Xin Ziqiu to get money.

First of all, he got soft hands for various scholarships.

Even in the School of Mathematics of Yenching University, where there are many geniuses, Xin Ziqiu is a god-like figure.

He was born in 1990, a post-[-]s who stepped on the line, much younger than other classmates, but he got full marks in almost all subjects in the exam.

The point is, never see how he learns.

StarCraft, World of Warcraft, nothing can leave him alone.

At the same time, he is also the vice president and chief instructor of Yanda Martial Arts Club.

Seven days a week, he has to teach an hour of boxing lessons in the martial arts club on time every day, and sometimes he has to give small lessons to individual students.

But even so, it did not delay his achievements.

Yenching University is the best institution of higher learning in China. The state is willing to allocate funds, and there are various donations from alumni companies. There are various types of scholarships and generous rewards.

As long as you are good enough, after four years of university, not only do you not need to spend a penny, but you may even get a small windfall.

Not only that, Xin Ziqiu also works part-time as a training counselor outside the school.

Ordinary Yankee college students also work as tutors, and earning 200 yuan per hour is considered pretty good.

But he directly lectures in the remedial class, specializing in teaching mathematics Olympiad to elementary and middle school students. He can earn a four-figure salary for two hours of class a week.

Xin Ziqiu himself had won two gold medals in the International Middle School Student Olympiad Mathematical Contest when he was in high school. With such a resume, no matter how high the fee was, there were still places rushing to hire him.

His parents are gone, and he doesn't have any other relatives. He can feed the whole family by himself, so he doesn't have any scruples when it comes to spending money. A computer with a few thousand yuan can be bought as soon as you say it.

At least I don't have to go to the Internet cafe with my boss and the others every day and smell the nasty smell of cigarettes.

……

Sitting in front of the computer, Xin Ziqiu entered the password and logged into the game. As soon as he logged in, a team invitation popped up on the screen, and at the same time, the boss cursed from the speaker:
"Xiaoqiu, you're almost half an hour late, 5 points will be deducted from DKP, hurry up and join me in the group."

Xin Ziqiu immediately agreed to the invitation to form a team, and then apologized to everyone in front of the microphone.

DKP is the distribution basis used by large groups in the World of Warcraft game to determine the ownership of loot.

Whoever has a higher DKP has a greater chance of getting the equipment he likes in the team copy.

The boss is a very strict head of the group. Every time he uses paper and pen to record the detailed performance of dozens of group members' activities, he works harder than when reviewing at the end of the semester.

Xin Ziqiu was frightened by the boss's despotic power, and never missed an event, and his performance was always eye-catching.

But even so, his points record with the boss is generally like this:
"Deduct 5 points for being late;"

"4 points will be deducted for falling asleep after defeating the third boss."

"10 points deducted for talking back to the leader..."

His sloppy attitude caused his DKP to always be negative.

As for the boss himself, probably because he has always had various talent points, command points and appearance points, he has always been a super scorer.

But Xin Ziqiu didn't care, he didn't play games for the virtual equipment, but for the feeling of being with his friends.

The four people in their dormitory were all in the same team. Xin Ziqiu followed the boss every day, waving the flag and shouting. Hearing everyone shouting and shouting to fight monsters, upgrade and grab equipment, his heart was always warm, and he felt like he was at home.

But once there is something good that he can use, the boss will definitely grab it and give it to him as soon as possible.

The boss is the boss, the atmosphere!
Xin Ziqiu often said with emotion.

The boss is indeed mighty and domineering, and he has always been murderous and aggressive when commanding a dungeon team battle.

He is obviously an old man from Shandong, but he speaks pure Beijing movies, and he can swear more swear words than Guankou in cross talk.

Since the boss became the head of the regiment, Xin Ziqiu has found that the bedside books of this guy have changed from Mr. Huang Yi's "Looking for the Qin" and Mr. Jia Pingwa's "Abandoned Capital" to John Maxwell's "21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership" " and Roger Nye's "The Challenge of Conducting".

Occasionally, he would look through it curiously, but he never figured out which book the boss learned the murderous command method from.

……

What they are going to challenge tonight is Blackwing Lair, a 40-person team copy.

After playing for more than an hour, the progress was not very smooth. The boss's voice was hoarse, and some people were still lazily paddling.

A group of people killed the No. [-] boss Red Dragon three times in a row, and everyone's morale was a little low.

"Take a break for 10 minutes, I'll go smoke a cigarette."

said the boss.

Everyone started to be in a daze.

Xin Ziqiu stood up, shook his hands, and stretched his stiff neck.

He suddenly found that he was a little hungry, so he dug out a bag of shrimp crackers from the cabinet that had been there for an unknown amount of time. He just opened it and before he had time to eat it, he heard someone calling him from downstairs.

"Xin Ziqiu, come downstairs, there is your courier!"

Xin Ziqiu was a little puzzled, wondering if he heard it wrong.

He has no relatives, no acquaintances from other places, and he has never bought anything online. Who will send him a courier?
Besides, aren't express letters all collected by the messenger room?

Uncle Yuan's voice from downstairs sounded again, Xin Ziqiu listened carefully this time, and he was indeed telling him that he was right.

He had no choice but to pick up his wallet key, pull on his slippers, and walk downstairs.

When I arrived at the gate of the dormitory, I found a courier in uniform standing outside, holding a white packing box with "Federal Express" written in English on it.

Uncle Yuan, the gatekeeper, saw him come down, and pointed with his hand:
"Here, people are here."

The courier was very polite and said to Xin Ziqiu:

"Hello, can I have a look at your ID card? There are special requirements for this courier, and you must sign for it yourself."

Xin Ziqiu took out his ID card and handed it over.

The courier checked it carefully several times before he took out a slip and asked Xin Ziqiu to sign it.

"Sent from America?"

While signing the form, Xin Ziqiu looked at the address on the box, and saw that there was no sender's name on it, only a string of English street names, and the last city was signed as Chicago, the United States.

The courier got the signed form, thanked him politely, turned around and left, leaving only Xin Ziqiu with a puzzled expression on his face.

I don't know Americans. Who would send me a transoceanic mail, and the express fee alone will cost a lot of money.

He took the box and weighed it. It was very light, but he didn't know what it was.

Uncle Yuan looked at Xin Ziqiu and asked curiously with a smile:

"Xin Ziqiu, do you have foreign relatives? What did I send you?"

Xin Ziqiu smiled awkwardly:
"Uncle Yuan, don't be ridiculous. I don't have any foreign relatives. It's probably sent by mistake."

He went upstairs and returned to the dormitory, and heard the voice of the boss reprimanding the team members echoing from the speakers.

The rest time is over, but the battle has not yet started. The boss is mobilizing before the battle in his unique way.

Xin Ziqiu leaned back on the chair and opened the express delivery.

The packaging box is quite large, filled with shock-proof bubbles, and in the deepest part is a dark red metal cylinder, about a foot long and thick as a wrist, with many strange patterns engraved on it.

Xin Ziqiu took out the cylinder and held it in his hands, feeling as warm and moist as jade, with a very texture.

There was a lid at one end of the cylinder, which he opened gently, and a rolled parchment poured out of it.

This piece of parchment is soft and smooth, and feels very good, like a piece of cloth.

The surface is clean, but slightly yellowed, it looks simple and elegant, and a heavy sense of age blows over us.

Xin Ziqiu stroked it lightly with his hand, feeling even more puzzled in his heart. Who on earth went to such lengths to send such a beautifully packaged piece of parchment from the United States?
What is the use of this parchment without a word?
He picked up the express box again and looked at it carefully again. His name and address were indeed on it.

Xin Ziqiu remembered that in many novels he had read, words were written on parchment with special ink, which could be revealed when it was baked.

He lifted the parchment and put it over the lamp, trying to bake it with the heat of the light bulb.

This thin parchment paper became translucent under the light of the [-]-watt light bulb, but not half of the writing appeared.

Xin Ziqiu dipped his hand in a little water again, and wiped it lightly, but there was no change at all.

……

In short, Xin Ziqiu tossed and tossed for a long time, sweating his forehead, but couldn't figure out why.

It looks like just a piece of ordinary parchment.

Probably a prank.

Maybe some American douchebag is just sitting around and sending things to strangers for fun.

Burn too much money panic.

Xin Ziqiu thought, and returned his attention to the game.

The boss is still holding a mobilization meeting for everyone, his tone is righteous and filled with grief and indignation, as if the red dragon boss of Black Wing Lair has robbed everyone of their girlfriends.

Xin Ziqiu had long been familiar with the boss's unique command art, sat down on the chair, and was ready to fight again at any time.

Suddenly, he had a sudden idea that the soft parchment he threw aside was suitable for a mouse pad.

He stretched out his left hand and took the parchment, ready to put it under the mouse.

At this moment, a drop of sweat from his forehead dripped on it, immediately moistening the parchment.

At the same time, a strange scene happened.

On the parchment, a bright red glowed and disappeared in a flash.

As the red light flashed, the parchment seemed to be covered with glue and stuck tightly to Xin Ziqiu's left hand.

Xin Ziqiu was shocked, and quickly used the other hand to pull it, but the parchment seemed to be growing on his left hand, and he couldn't pull it off no matter what.

Not only that, a huge suction suddenly appeared on the parchment, and he felt the blood vessels in his entire left arm swell, as if all the blood in his body was about to rush to his left hand.

"Ready to hit 1!"

The voice of the boss came from the stereo. This guy finally finished the pre-war mobilization and asked the whole regiment to confirm his position.

How could Xin Ziqiu care about these things? He frantically tore at the parchment stuck to his hand, but the thin piece of paper was so resilient that no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to tear a small hole.

Moreover, the suction on it was getting stronger and stronger, and Xin Ziqiu's left hand was swollen purple-black, almost bleeding.

Finally, a drop of blood oozed from his palm and sank into the parchment.

In an instant, Xin Ziqiu's eyes went dark, and he felt that his soul was sucked away, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out.

He fell into an abyss, and an endless darkness surged out, engulfing him immediately.

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