Host, You're Targeted

"The system prompts that the plane task has been activated. Please confirm the identity of the player. The freelance writer Gu Chao is down and the target is Shen Chaosheng, a bamboo horse painter."

"The player's identity information has been determined, the strategy task begins."

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Lvcheng, a winter night in December.

"Hello, is this Shen Chaosheng? I'm Gu... "

"Du --" a sound, the phone was hung up by the person at the other end of the mobile phone. A gust of cold wind blew through, giving Gu chaoluo, who was holding the cold mobile phone, a heartfelt chill.

The other side Hang up?!

Gu chaoluo's face is unbelievable. He looks at the phone which returns to the main screen after the call is over. His eyes are wide and he shivers twice in the cold wind.

Shen Chaosheng actually hung up his phone?

In the cold wind blowing, the body is a little stiff Gu chaoluo, stiff turned to look at the tall building behind him, slowly squatted down and hugged himself in pain.

An hour later, after a day's work, Shen Chaosheng came slowly with his tired body. He saw a man sitting on the ground, dressed very thin and holding a big trunk to keep out the wind.

Because the large 26 inch trunk blocked most of the figure of the man, and the corner of his clothes was slightly shabby denim cloth, Shen Chaosheng subconsciously thought that there was a beggar sitting at the door.

Shen Chaosheng ignored the man and pressed the password of the building. The glass door opened slowly.

"Ah Choo --"

the man at the door suddenly sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose and raised his face.

Just then, Shen Chaosheng, who had already stepped in with half a foot, turned his face.

Their eyes collided in the air.

A gust of wind rings, Max reminds: "attention, strategy object appears."

Shen Chaosheng just cast a look so indifferent to the cold weather that he turned his head and continued to walk into the building.

Gu chaoluo thumped some sour legs, sat on the ground and called out to the man, "Shen Chaosheng!"

Shen Chaosheng was called back again by the clear voice. He saw the little beggar standing up slowly with the pillar at the door. What kind of worn-out denim cloth he was wearing was clearly the most fashionable faded denim coat.

The little beggar's face was white and clean, and the black hair on his forehead was hanging on his head at will, which made him look soft and soft, like some kind of cute little animal, especially those big black eyes and round pupils like shining obsidian.

Curled eyelashes gently blink on the change of eyes, people can not help looking at the heart of pity.

"Shen Chaosheng."

He called again. This time, different from the light call with a trace of doubt, he mixed in a soft and waxy nasal sound. It sounds like a coquettish girl in people's ears.

Shen Chaosheng stood at the door and looked at him. He looked up and down at Gu chaoluo for a few seconds. Suddenly, it occurred to him that his mother had called him a few days ago and asked him to take him in.

He also recalled for a long time, but did not remember who the little bamboo horse was.

"When I was a child, the child who took care of the family across from our house. The round black eyes always followed your ass and called him brother!" The mother was not satisfied with her son's casual forgetting of his childhood playmate. "Shen Chaosheng, you only played with his younger brother when you were a child. Did you forget it?"

In Shen Chaosheng's memory, a pair of big black gem like eyes coincided with the person in front of him. He put down his hand to block the door and walked towards Gu chaoluo.

"Gu chaoluo?"