Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 89 You are welcome

Just like what happened yesterday, there were three more people staggering towards the river beach in the outskirts of the city.

And after letting Tilulu look through their memories, the final result is that they form a triangle and shoot at each other at the same time.

Goodman is obviously not good, and Zhang Zicheng is also very helpless, unexpectedly meeting a random person, looking at his past, it is so full of blood and sin.

The other party came to the west during the gold rush, and he was originally a gold prospector. Later, he found that he could not make any money by digging sand and panning for gold.

From the robbery at the beginning, to killing the other party, and finally found that the gold he got was not as valuable as the tools the other party used to pan for gold...

So Goodman sold their tools, waited until the gold diggers who bought the tools dug up the gold sand, repeated it again, robbed and killed each other again and then sold the tools...

He did this kind of business three times in a row, but he was never wanted from the beginning to the end.

It's not that Goodman's hands and feet are clean and his modus operandi is superb. In fact, no one cares about the lonely gold digger who came from a long distance.

As for the dirty deeds that Goodman did under his boss later on, there were even more innumerable ones, but Zhang Zicheng didn't bother to read them.

When Zhang Zicheng took Di Lulu away, he felt the gaze cast from the dark, and seemed to become panicked and horrified.

After all, this time, the number of people who have been controlled to die strangely is really too many.

Even though it is located in the west, this is a city that has escaped from the wilderness after all. The unthinkable event of 'three people shooting each other to commit suicide', no matter how you say it, is a bit too eye-catching, and it can even be called a sensation.

That is to say, the transmission of information is indeed not smooth, so that it has not been reduced to the point of being surrounded by people.

But compared with the horrified mood of the well-informed people in the city, Zhang Zicheng finally began to feel a little bored.

After the immersion and shock of being fully substituted at the beginning, it has been a long time... No matter how perfect the picture is, there is a time to get used to it.

If "Red Dead Redemption 2" is famous for its slow pace and sense of reality, but no matter how slow its pace is, seven or eight hours is enough to advance the plot for several months and launch many battles and adventures.

In this more realistic low-dimensional game, Zhang Zicheng spent most of his time studying in a hotel, which is absurd and funny.

Besides, the cities in the west are like that.The scenery is average, there is no history, and it lacks rich and colorful entertainment and special food.

So Zhang Zicheng decided that it was time to set off, and went to the wilderness with Di Lulu to hunt, catch fugitives, and experience the real life in the west.

then……

Zhang Zicheng understands that art comes from life, but it is higher than life.

In other words, the reason why games are called games is because the process and experience in the middle are all artificially designed.

The game designer will insert enough ups and downs during the game to ensure the ups and downs of the player's emotions, and insert some simple challenges from time to time for the player to overcome, so that the player can get a good game experience.

Even if Zhang Zicheng is an ordinary person, he may have to face the problem of sunlight, drinking water, inquire about the location of the rewarded prisoners, and try his best to find a suitable camp every night, start a fire, hunt, and cook.

Every little matter of survival is a serious challenge.At the end of the 18th century, when there were only rewards for portraits, in such a barren wilderness, it was difficult to find a person who was hiding out of thin air, which was like finding a needle in a haystack in the physical sense.

It is absolutely impossible for someone who is not a professional and has a wealth of experience and knowledge in his mind to eat like a bounty hunter.

However... when Zhang Zicheng really faced these, all the challenges were infinitely close to zero.

After all, he doesn't worry about any basic life problems. Even though he let Tilulu find firewood with great interest at the beginning, and tried to dig wood to make fire, he found it very interesting, but the second time he would feel bored... because he didn't There is no need for these, let alone the fire, he can create a full banquet out of thin air with a single look, where there is no need for living and cooking.

As for the matter of finding a prisoner, there is either a game-like navigation setting that directly leads to the destination of the other party's existence, or it is blind and blind, and there is no way to start... So even the process of finding someone has become extremely difficult. Boring, but just holding the navigation to see the scenery along the way.

"So, opening the modifier affects the life of the game."

Zhang Zicheng looked at the smoke not far away and sighed.

The time... even just passed a morning.

He found the prisoner who offered a reward in the forest thirty miles away from Annis City.

Hearing the movement, the man raised his head and greeted warmly: "Friends passing by, would you like to have a drink?"

After shouting, he noticed the image of the person coming, and he was slightly taken aback.

Such a handsome horse, so cleanly dressed, he seemed more like a gentleman on the racetrack than a traveling cowboy in the Wild West.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the other party, Zhang Zicheng frowned, and did not directly attack him. He actually got off his horse and sat down beside the criminal who offered a reward.

But at this time, the criminal who was offered a reward noticed that there was a little girl sitting there immediately.

The criminal was shocked and couldn't help but said, "My friend, the western wilderness is not very safe. It's not suitable for traveling with children. No matter where you want to go, you should take the train."

Zhang Zicheng sat beside the other party, feeling the warmth of the small bonfire - the other party built stones, set up a pot on it, and was cooking some rotten-looking vegetables and pieces of meat.

Hearing this, he smiled and shook his head: "Indeed, besides, there's nothing interesting about it. Although the scenery is good occasionally, most of the time it's just the dazzling sun and yellow sand."

The fugitive said in his heart that you really came to travel.

When he greeted him just now, after all, he said that he invited him to have a drink, so the fugitive took out a wine bottle, opened the lid and took a sip, then handed it to Zhang Zicheng, smiled, and motioned for him to drink too.

"Kentucky Bourbon, don't you want to have a sip? After drinking, we are friends."

Zhang Zicheng couldn't accept this kind of free and easy feeling that he didn't feel that he was using the same bottle with a stranger.

He simply took it into his arms and took out a weird bottle.

The bottle is concave and convex, and very soft, not made of glass, but plastic.

The body of the bottle is black as a whole, but it is wrapped in a red layer of packaging in the middle, which says 'Coca-Cola'.

Zhang Zicheng smiled and said, "Sorry, I don't drink alcohol, but I have something else, would you like to try it?"

As he spoke, Zhang Zicheng unscrewed the bottle cap and poured Coke into the cup the other party used to drink coffee.

Seeing the bubbles rising from the glass, the fugitive showed a strange expression, and asked in confusion, "What is this? It looks really weird. I've never seen it before. There are more bubbles than beer, but it's dark."

Coca-Cola is a product of the late nineteenth century, and it is only 100 years away from its appearance, so the other party has naturally never seen it.

And after taking a sip, his eyes lit up instantly, attracted by the stimulating taste and sufficient sugar, he said repeatedly: "It's delicious! Is there any more?"

"You are a fugitive, you can just take a sip, and you are not worthy of any more enjoyment."

As he spoke, Zhang Zicheng raised his head and gulped down the Coke in the bottle.

I have to say that drinking Coke in a low dimension has a special flavor.It is mainly the senses transmitted from the low dimension, the stimulation of the bubbles is not worth mentioning, and it was the first time that he was able to drink a whole bottle without being afraid of the hot mouth of the bubbles.

The face of the fugitive on the opposite side suddenly changed, and his attitude became gloomy visible to the naked eye. He said coldly, "I don't understand what you mean."

"I'm not surprised. As a person who doesn't cover his face even when he robs and kills, don't you know you're wanted?"

Zhang Zicheng said casually.

The next moment, gunshots rang out.

The birds in the forest flapped their wings and flew up one after another.

The fugitive held his stomach in pain, but the blood couldn't be stopped, and the revolver, which hadn't been holstered in his hand, fell to the ground.

Zhang Zicheng was used to the fact that it was useless for others to shoot at him, so this time he acted first.

But he turned the revolver, blew the gunpowder smoke at the muzzle of the gun, looked at the distant scenery, and still sighed: "This is not as interesting as I imagined."

In reality, bounty hunters have gone through untold hardships to find fugitives, and when they finally defeat and capture them, it is the best reward for all previous difficulties.The dopamine in the mind will be secreted quickly, even the more difficult the previous process, the sweeter the final result.

Correspondingly, Zhang Zicheng couldn't understand the plight of any low-dimensional ordinary people at all, and naturally he couldn't get pleasure and fun by catching criminals.

He set off from Annis City in the morning, and returned to the city in the evening carrying the fugitives who were dying.

Even Tilulu just sat on the fugitive lying on the horse's back, with a face full of indifference.

So this combination looks even more weird.

Almost everyone would subconsciously give way for them, and watch them leave with a look of confusion on their faces.

Zhang Zicheng came to the police station calmly and threw the dying fugitive to the police.

The policeman who received the other party yesterday naturally recognized Zhang Zicheng's distinctive outfit and was immediately surprised.

"You just came to see the arrest warrant yesterday, and you arrested the criminal today? It's the first time I've seen a bounty hunter as efficient as you over the years."

As he spoke, he handed over the $130 reward on the arrest warrant to Zhang Zicheng.

Zhang Zicheng looked at the bounty in his hand and sighed.

There is no thrill of completing the task at all, only boredom.

"Modifiers, affect the life of the game."

The second time he uttered this sentence, Zhang Zicheng was indeed about to lose interest in the so-called West.

In the following time, he didn't have any purpose, so he simply took Tilulu to wander around this western city as if he was bored.

Shop around, shop at the gun shop, shop at the clothing store.

Not to mention clothing stores and shops, gun shops in this era are still very interesting... Although Zhang Zicheng has never visited a modern gun shop.

But looking at the firearms on the shelf and stroking the metal texture on them, Zhang Zicheng had the urge to play with them again.

So he finally spent the more than $100 he had just earned, and bought a Springfield rifle with a pull bolt, a Colt 1861, and two matching boxes of ammunition, but the total cost was less than $100.

The gun that Zhang Zicheng used against fugitives before was created by him.Although in terms of performance, these antique guns are overwhelmed, but in terms of texture and design, do they still have their own unique aesthetics?

It's a pity that there is no so-called shooting range in the city. Zhang Zicheng decided to go to Cheng's forest to shoot a rabbit or something, so he will temporarily end his trip to the west.

And when he was riding a horse to the outskirts of the city, he suddenly ran into a young man on the street near the city.

The other party noticed Zhang Zicheng, and immediately stepped forward to greet him with great enthusiasm: "Sir! Sir!"

Zhang Zicheng looked down and found that it was the front desk clerk of the hotel this morning. He immediately smiled and said, "Hi, what's the matter?"

The young man said excitedly: "Sir! My mother is really cured! She really doesn't suffer anymore!"

Accompanied by his words, an old woman slowly walked out of the house behind him.

Her figure is a bit stooped, very thin, her face is wrinkled, weather-beaten, and her hair is gray.Other than that, there was nothing special about him, just an ordinary old man who could barely be called spiritual.

The woman leaned out half of her body by the door, wondering, "Louis, who are you talking to?"

Louis turned his head and said excitedly, "Mom, this is the kind man I told you about this morning! He really healed you remotely with magic!"

The woman immediately turned her half-believing eyes to Zhang Zicheng, a little cautious, as if she didn't know what to say.

Zhang Zicheng could tell at a glance that the other party was not someone who was ungrateful, but he was skeptical of his son's statement, not sure whether it was really a random act of a stranger, which easily changed his pain.

However, Louis was still expressing his gratitude, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He said excitedly: "Sir, you don't know, my mother has been suffering from illness for seven years. In the first one or two years, she only coughed occasionally. Later, he coughed all the time, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs. Even if he drank the medicine, he would vomit in the end, even with blood..."

As he talked, he couldn't help being excited, and burst into tears, choked up and said: "Thank you! Thank you so much! I don't know what to do on weekdays. The feeling is too powerless, and I can't face it. I can only go out and work hard every day. Although it is to make money to treat my mother, it is also to avoid facing her pain... Wuwu, you don't know how much I thank you! You saved my life!"

Zhang Zicheng finally couldn't help it, smiled and shook his head to comfort him: "Okay, okay, actually I didn't do anything..."

At this moment, his mother returned to the room, but took out a neatly folded scarf from the room.

She still looked very reserved, but she still showed a shy smile, and said embarrassedly: "Very, thank you very much for your help, please accept this."

Zhang Zicheng was slightly taken aback. In fact, the old woman hadn't figured out the situation until now, but based on her son's attitude, she tried her best to convey goodwill to herself.

The emotions in it seem insignificant, but Zhang Zicheng's feeling is more sufficient than catching wanted criminals and calmly pretending to be coercive under the threat of others.

So, he took the scarf with a smile and said softly, "You're welcome."

It seems that the joy of helping others with trivial effort is far greater than the joy of being invincible.

(End of this chapter)