Game of Destiny: This player is different

When Feng Shuangtian's figure completely disappeared from the game square, Qin Nuo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Acting is so tiring. He had to pretend to pick up the girl inadvertently, and he had to control his behavior habits so that the other party would not feel familiar. Otherwise, suspicion would arise and his real-world identity might be exposed. He usually didn't have so many concerns when teaming up with players, because others had never come into contact with "Qin Nuo", an ordinary high school monk. But Feng Shuangtian was different. After all, she was a student he had taught for a few classes. Moreover, they occasionally chatted on Chaoxin, so they were acquaintances to a certain extent. It was always right to be cautious. "If I hadn't met him today,

Feng Shuangtian might have been fooled away by other small organizations, or even worse?

As a teacher, she can't bear to see her students suffer.

Proper care is worthy of the tuition paid by Sister Li."

Qin Nuo took off the two-dimensional dock suit,

revealing a middle-aged uncle's facial features modified by a human skin mask, full of vicissitudes.

No matter from which angle,

it is the kind of handsome face that shines like a pearl in the night when thrown into a crowd.

It is very consistent with the popular uncle control aesthetics,

mature, steady, and sophisticated,

if he holds a cigarette and looks up at the sky at a 45-degree melancholy...

Not to mention the tragic Shura scene between OO and XX,

the frequency of being asked for WeChat on the street will at least be very high.

Qin Nuo stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the house and rubbed his chin.

Then he sighed and said helplessly: "I hate handsome boys the most. Why do I look so good-looking?"

Ending his self-intoxication,

he ran to the first floor and closed the shutter door, choosing to return to the real world.

Although it was already 10 o'clock in the evening and tomorrow was Friday and he had to go to school.

But compared to going to class, it seemed more important to capture the soldiers.

After all, it is not easy to encounter ghosts in Xinghai nowadays.

If you are late, you will be taken away by official agencies or other players.

"The place where Feng Shuangtian encountered the ghost should be the sports park two blocks away from Maple Leaf Shopping Plaza."

Thinking so,

Qin Nuo quickly changed his clothes after returning to his living room, and at the same time took out ten carbonaria from the world in the painting.

What kind of job is most justified to go out in the middle of the night?

Of course, it is the nightclub boy.

When Qin Nuo quietly climbed over the wall of the Golden Olive Community,

he changed from a worried old man,

to a waiter in a sequined shirt, pure black casual pants, and pointed leather shoes.

With his side-parted bangs and a fair and creamy face,

he looked sunny, clean, and fresh.

As usual, he pried open a shared bicycle that was casually abandoned on the roadside,

Qin Nuo pedaled with both feet,

riding wildly towards Dongcheng District at a nearly terrifying speed.

Hidden ghost,

stay where you are, the police are coming soon!

A shadow was dragged out on the asphalt road,

and the smell of burning tires was faintly wafting in the air.

It was pungent and refreshing,

and it was really not very pleasant.

A woman covered her mouth and nose, frowned and muttered.

Her lake green long hair fell to her waist, and her gray-brown eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

The dark cheongsam tightly wrapped her,

showing her exquisite figure with perfect golden ratio.

Her straight long legs stepped on high heels, making crisp tapping sounds on the ground,

she climbed up the stairs step by step,

until she came to the conference room on the top floor which occupied a large area.

The nearly oval long table was placed in the center,

the head was empty, but there were several figures sitting in other places.

The lights were not turned on in the room,

the bright moonlight projected from the glass curtain wall, making the overall atmosphere depressing and silent.

The cheongsam woman pulled out a chair and sat down,

like a well-educated lady from the Republic of China,

with an elegant and dignified manner.

After a moment of silence,

she spoke first: "Cotinus coggygria, I know you like dissection, but...

At least pay attention to the cleanliness of the office environment? The odor in the corridor is a bit strong."

"Really? Why didn't I smell it?"

The old man sitting in the fourth seat on the right side of the conference table replied in a hoarse voice:

"Maybe I'm used to it, so I don't feel anything unusual.

After we finish talking about business, I will send my men to clean up."

This man is quite burly,

He is obviously an octogenarian face, but he has exaggerated muscular circumference.

He hugged his chest with his strong arms, and his expression was full of arrogance.

The cheongsam woman curled her lips and said nothing more.

Congbai placed her hands on her round thighs and looked around:

"Okay, let's not talk about trivial matters for now.

Before we talk about the main business, is there anyone who hasn't arrived yet?"

"It's Tianqing, that guy always likes to be late.

I guess he's wasting time on ordinary people again."

Left side of the conference tableLocation,

A man with short curly dark brown hair and a short beard on his chin,

He held his chin with both hands and answered lazily.

He looked much more ordinary than the old man named Huang Lu.

His eyes were lazy and his temperament was indolent.

It was hard not to think of the image of a decadent uncle who was fired and unemployed, and then despised by his wife and daughter,

who was in a serious midlife crisis.

Sitting next to him,

the figure who seemed to be fiddling with strange props took over and said:

"Don't worry about Tianqing, just start.

I have other things to do after the talk."

His voice was slow and sticky,

It was not like the sound that the vocal cords could normally produce, but more like some external vocal organ.

His ten fingers were like butterflies flying, quickly twisting the props in his hands.

The slight click sound was unusually clear in the silent conference room.

The others did not interrupt, but focused their attention on this person.

After a few seconds, the latter seemed to have finished tossing and threw the props casually on the table. The angular blocks immediately burst out several dazzling lights, and then projected dynamic images in the air. The 8K ultra-high resolution is transparent, realistic, and meticulous. It can be seen that the image shows a cemetery scene. There are many graves standing in disorder, surrounded by layers, guarding the open space in the middle like stars holding the moon. The open space has obviously experienced a fierce battle, and there are potholes and scratches from sharp weapons everywhere. "This is a real-time video I shot in the script world myself. There is no doubt about its authenticity." The figure who threw the props earlier said concisely. While speaking, the camera gradually zoomed in, and finally stopped on a male corpse lying in the wood debris. The corpse was dressed in a bright red groom's suit, with a pale face and wide eyes, as if he died with his eyes open. The chest, head, and shoulders were damaged in many places.

Especially the crack that split the head in two, which was a fatal blow.

A large amount of black blood splashed around, dyeing the soil the same color.

The old man Huang Lu sneered and said hoarsely:

"He Chi worked hard for decades, but he failed at the last step.

It seems that the Taiyin Chain he was pursuing is not very good.

It was knocked down by human players. It is better to follow the original path honestly.

What a pity..."

He put his hands on the table and tapped a few times: "Can you find out who did it?"

"You want revenge?" The cheongsam woman asked sideways.

"I don't have the leisure time,

I just want to take back the Greedy Wolf Order that He Chi lost."