Players’ NPC daddy

Chapter 729 Wrong Props
[Feeling of Death] Blaze has been visiting frequently recently. There is no way around it because the enemies he encounters are too strong.

In the past, he lived a very peaceful life, strolling on the street normally, buying an apple normally, and ending the day normally.

Occasionally I would talk to strangers about the story of the Pink Rabbit, but most of the time I would be ignored.

In summary, this is the story of ordinary people.

But [Killed] is no ordinary story.

When Guild Master Zero said that he had killed Blaze, Blaze remained very calm.

"You must have remembered it wrongly. Blaze from Balkan City was an ordinary person. If he was killed, there would be no way to revive him."

"...This is also something I care about very much. I never fail to get it. These three copper coins are also rare items that I found on him."

【@%copper@?】

【! @s@#%*@）】

"What a mess of props this is." Blaze only saw a bunch of random numbers and symbols.

"This is a very rare prop. Later, I heard that Blazer from Balkan City was wandering around the streets with nothing to do, so I went to observe him again."

"Nothing to do..." Blaze's expression was a little stiff. It turned out that in the eyes of strangers, he used to be an idle person.

Now that I think about it... it's true. He does nothing every day but eat apples, and doesn't learn a skill. Even Odin, who sells fruits, has created income for Balkan City.

Although most of the profits were obtained by purchasing spoils from foreigners at low prices.

But the point now should be that he was killed before, but he has no memory of it at all.

Of course, it is also possible that such memory problems arise because he is idle every day, wasting his time and living the same life every day.

Blaze couldn't help but hold on to the wall next to him.

"Could it be that you used the resurrection item to revive Blaze?"

"How could I use a precious resurrection item on someone who has no ambition and whose job every day is to eat apples?"

"Gu——" Blaze held onto the wall with both hands. He was worthy of being Azazel's strongest killer. He was covered in bruises just by talking.

"But... it's really strange. Maybe there's something special about Blaze that's why he was resurrected."

Guild Master Zero glanced at Blaze, who was behaving strangely, opened his private message and sent a message to someone.

……

Drop drop-

"Message?" Penguin picked up his mobile phone. He loved the feeling of buttons, so he used a rather old-fashioned touch-screen and button combination mobile phone.

He remembered an industry tycoon named Lei, who cursed them, a group of tech geeks, at a new mobile phone launch conference, saying that they were not only stubborn users of mobile phones, but also modified them without permission.

"This is called nostalgia." The penguin glanced at the message and slowly stood up.

"What are you going to do?" The cook at the next workstation, who had painted himself in dark gothic makeup due to overtime work, raised his head.

"To the restroom."

"Big or small."

"A combination of both."

At first glance, they seemed to be exchanging secret codes, but in fact, it was only because the geniuses' brains were working at full speed that they could only have such meaningless conversations.

Penguin put on a hooded jacket, a black mask and a baseball cap, quietly slipped out of [G] Company, and came to the designated location where the mobile phone message was sent.

A plainclothes policeman was waiting for him there.

As for why he could recognize this guy as a plainclothes policeman… He had a big meat bun in his left hand and soybean milk in his right hand. I don’t know which work he copied the image of a plainclothes policeman from. It would be embarrassing to say hello.

"Are you Mr. ID Ogre?"

"Hmm? You are the ID..."

"Don't call me by my game name, my real name is...eh——" Penguin paused and held his forehead. When he recalled his name, he remembered the geniuses calling him Penguin-long and Penguin-short.

There is no one in the world with the last name Penguin and the last name Goose.

"Young man, have you been brainwashed?" The ogre looked at the informant in front of him and couldn't help but joked, "Judging from the dark history of your company, you must have been brainwashed. Only people who have been brainwashed will have a blurred understanding of themselves."

"Police, police uncle! How should I know if I have been brainwashed?"

"I'll teach you a good way. Think about the life values ​​and dreams you want to achieve."

"Of course I will work for this company day and night without rest until I retire!"

The ogre, who originally had a joking expression, suddenly became serious.

Hasn't this person been completely brainwashed?!
“They gave me this number!”

"..." The Ogre looked at the number in Penguin's hand, was silent for a long time, and then whispered, "Do you... need bodyguards?"

"No, they said I am the one." Penguin pointed at himself and waved his hand, "It's not important. Are the clues I provided useful?"

"It worked. We did find traces of that woman's recent activities... She was collecting materials and seemed to be planning to build a very special virtual stealth cabin with her own hands."

"Aren't there a lot of restricted components in there?" Penguin frowned, "Could it be the ones from above again..."

"There is some relationship, but the important thing is that she took it out from the recycling station." The ogre spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face.

"This group of geniuses are all-rounders. They were able to create a high-end virtual submersible cabin from scratch with their bare hands, and the quality is no worse than that of mass-produced ones."

"That is!"

"This is not the time to joke around." The ogre handed the big meat bun in his hand to the penguin and continued to keep an eye on the nearby breakfast shop.

"So you are here?"

"I'm stalking that woman. You know, some of my superiors plan to continue to use this woman's sick personality to help them get more sales, so they won't provide me with any help."

"So?" Penguin was confused. He was just an informant, trying to make a contribution so that [G] Company would not be suspected of secretly helping that woman.

"I need a helper to help me restrain that woman. Here it comes!"

"I'm a civilian, ahem." Penguin couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth under the mask. He was actually looking forward to this situation.

[I'm just a programmer with no skills]

Then the penguin saw the helper of the woman the ogre had been talking about.

"Isn't that..." Penguin narrowed his eyes. The back of that person looked familiar... She was the female manager of that underground bar.

Without the dim atmosphere of the bar, he could see more clearly and recognized the man.

"Well, isn't that girl the two-time world champion in women's mixed martial arts?! And she's also a welterweight!"

"You, you also follow this kind of international competition?" The ogre turned his head away in embarrassment. "If we two go together, we will definitely win!"

"Two against one, that's not good!"

"Are you a player? When you see the BOSS, you should beat her up!"

(End of this chapter)