Game of Destiny: This player is different

Push open the door and go outside.

Unspeakable malice permeates the air, exuding a hateful atmosphere that makes people want to stay away from it.

After dark, the surrounding darkness seems to become restless.

They move, spying on any stranger passing by.

"Are you going to that kind of place?"

Roman, holding a kerosene lamp, has a strange look on his face.

Players often have to face all kinds of incredible supernatural events when performing tasks.

Some are dangerous, some are weird, and some are difficult to understand.

After a long period of accumulation, the mental state will be at the critical point of collapse at any time.

Therefore, players will find different ways to release mental pressure to avoid excessive pressure leading to rational collapse.

But that was after the mission was over, and they went to have fun during the mission...

Roman glanced at Qin Nuo,

He thought that this person didn't look like he was hungry for that.

Besides, the Sailor Street was too low-end, and most of the customers received were fishermen, dock workers and other low-level people.

Aren't you afraid of getting sick?

"Are you coming with us, or staying at the detective agency?"

Qin Nuo straightened his deerstalker hat and said casually.

"Let's go together. I can help you if you get into trouble."

"Okay, let's go."

The conversation ended.

Two tall figures of similar height slowly disappeared into the darkness.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Safiya looked at Sumali.

The latter was lying on the desk, fiddling with the tarot cards.

It seemed that she was fortune-telling about her future actions.

"80% success, 15% failure, 5% accident."

In the quiet room, his low murmurs echoed softly.

Safia felt the mysticism atmosphere in the tarot cards and couldn't help asking, "Boss, are you a mystic player?"

"Not really.

I just consume psychic energy to use props."

Su Mali raised her head and said, "Mysticism values ​​meditation and understanding. I don't have so much time and energy to study these."

"Oh."

Safia responded softly and complained in a very low voice, "What a pity."

"What are you talking about?"

"No, nothing."

...

Go straight all the way, turn left and then right at the fork in the road.

Qin Nuo and Roman followed the instructions given by passers-by during the day and arrived at their destination.

Sailor Street, the red light district.

Of course, it also has a good name-Red Rose Street.

The whole block is mostly bars, such as strip bars, male dancers bars and so on.

At the same time, because of the relatively low prices, this is often a place for some civilians and fishermen to entertain.

After drinking, a little gambling is one of the few ways for Rochester's lower-class residents to relax.

In addition, if you are not interested in alcohol, you can find many hidden wild couples through the wandering pimps.

The price is also cheap.

Carrying sacks for a day can allow you to fully enjoy the happiness brought by dopamine.

Unlike the quietness and silence in other places,

Qin Nuo and Roman were immediately hit by the hustle and bustle as soon as they turned here.

The collision of wine glasses and the shaking of dice and poker were mixed together.

The air, which was already stained with inferior alcohol and pungent rouge, became more turbid.

Kerosene lamps were hung on both sides of the not-so-long street to dispel the darkness.

Under the dusk light, many ragged children were mixed in.

He looked at the passing drinkers, gamblers and their pockets indifferently.

"Most of these little guys are pickpockets."

Roman reminded.

Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows.

I have always been the only one who gets things for free, and I have never encountered anyone who steals my things.

I thought about it, but in order not to waste time.

Qin Nuo put the submachine gun into his pocket and pulled his shirt to expose the muzzle.

Although there were no bullets, it was enough.

Immediately, the eyes of the two people turned away, and the fishermen and dock workers around them also made way unconsciously.

Qin Nuo took a step and continued to move forward.

Roman blew out the kerosene lamp and followed closely.

Everyone here was wearing old and dirty clothes, even the hostesses who were responsible for soliciting customers were not much better.

They were full of vigilance, greed and envy towards the two strange and glamorous players.

Like a vulture staring at a carrion, ready to pounce at any time.

But the figures of Qin Nuo and Roman and the exposed black muzzle of the gun effectively stopped all this.

Gun.

It means identity in Rochester.

Police, nobles, or night watchmen?

The Knights, who claim to be noble, would never come to such a place.

His eyes, full of emotions, looked at the two players without hesitation.

"I feel like we are monkeys in a zoo."

Roman tightened his gray coat, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Very fairNormal."

Qin Nuo said indifferently: "If we wear the clothes given by the system, it will probably cause a bigger commotion."

"Then why did you come here?

Do you really want to find a girl to relax?"

Roman asked in confusion.

"How is it possible?"

Qin Nuo leaned back slightly, showing a surprised look:

"Do I look like a casual person?

Quit your bloodiness and don't be a coward with exposed tubes.

Orientals have positive energy.

How could a yellow card veteran of the Quit Porn Bar be interested in crickets and women? "

"..."

Roman's eye twitched.

He had heard of the great reputation of the Tianchao Tieba.

What about going to war against the Tieba, leaving no grass behind.

Shu Shu posted a message and attacked a suburban county.

Three thousand budget into the card bar, and then add another eighty-eight thousand.

Three thousand budget into the picture bar, open an Internet cafe opposite the school.

Professional photographers will not choose Canon\Nikon\Sony\Pentax machines, I can take better pictures with my mobile phone than you.

Daily picking up garbage, daily climbing trees, An Sanhuan, shocking!!!

The Three-Body Bar is the Tieba of the Beijing Third Sports School, and has nothing to do with the novel Three-Body.

If it weren't for the stricter Internet supervision in Tianchao in recent years, the majority of sand sculpture bar friends would probably be able to play the Internet's nonsensical culture.

"So...what are you doing here?"

Roman asked cautiously.

He was a little scared of Qin Nuo's strange words and deeds from time to time.

"Collecting intelligence, and by the way, see if there is any extra money to be made. "

Qin Nuo looked around as he walked, and said seriously:

"We can't just sit and wait for the poster girl to help us take the commission, that's too passive.

Have you ever heard of an inspirational quote - men who take the initiative have good luck. "

"Ah?

Who said that? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Roman scratched his head.

"Me."

Qin Nuo admitted openly: "Human body nesting, snake training, skin color competition, bold ideas.

Men who don't take the initiative will never know anything about power. "

The two players chatted casually and walked forward in the Red Rose Street District.

The children who were secretly peeping at them waited until they walked past before they dared to look at them with blank, curious, and fearful eyes.

Unimpeded.

Finally, Qin Nuo and Roman stopped at the deepest part of the Red Rose Street District.

In front of a well-decorated bar.