Infinite Challenge Games

In the chapel, Fang Tang and Liu Wenwen were listening to the storm.

"How much rain it is, it sounds like a flood." Liu Wenwen is still talking. Along the door of the church, a stream of water rushes in madly.

The rainstorm was bigger than they thought.

When the church door opened, the old patriarch came in wearing oilcloth and bamboo straw hat, and called out, "there is a monster setting fire to our house, but the great hunter has brought down this rainstorm and saved us."

Fang Tang looked at him and sneered: "old clan leader, do you believe in the hunting God, or do you believe in yourself? If this level of rainstorm continues for another day, there will be enough flood behind the mountain... "

He quickly walked over: "this mountain is already half empty, and most of it is exposed mud and stone structure below. Do you know debris flow?"

The old clan leader looked at him with sharp eyes: "I understand everything you said, but manpower can't change this natural disaster. I can only use the belief of God hunting to appease the panicked people."

Fang Tang sighed softly: "no, there is a way. As long as you help me find someone, this disaster will be over!"

"Disaster..." the old patriarch sneered: "you are more like a magic wand than Irene now!"

"I'm talking about the real disaster. Maybe the debris flow won't appear, but the plague will come soon. Your whole ethnic group and this village may disappear after the rainstorm. This place will become a wild reserve in the future... "

The old clan leader bowed his head and coughed, as if he could not help smiling: "you are not only a god stick, but also a false god stick with bravado."

Outside the church, the old man and the children ran out of the house. Under the command of several men, they dug up the ditches on the mountain road. The rough drainage facilities in the mountain village played a decisive role because of the poor height. The water flowed down the stone steps.

The door of the chapel was closed again. This time, the old patriarch gently took out a pistol!

A real military pistol.

This is a browning 1960 semi-automatic military pistol. In the 1970s and 1980s, only army officers who had been on the battlefield had the chance to get this kind of good thing, because most of this kind of pistol came from the seizure, from the booty of the anti American war in the 1950s!

The old patriarch turned his pistol: "now, you two can tell the truth. Why do you pretend to be Irene's students?"

Liu Wenwen trembled and said with a forced smile, "we are really Irene's students. I don't believe I can chat with you in English..."

The old patriarch sneered and asked in fluent English, "well, can you tell me Irene's Christian name?"

Christian name is the name obtained by Christian believers after they were born and baptized.

It's like a nickname in China.

Liu Wenwen stammered and replied in dry English, "that's Miss Irene's privacy. How can I know?"

The old patriarch patted the pistol coldly, still fluent in English: "what is Irene's teacher in Queensland College, new state, Melbourne?"

Liu Wenwen rubbed her nose and took a look at Fang Tang. She turned her eyes and quickly replied, "of course, it's education major."

The old patriarch lowered his eyelids: "idiot, Irene is not from Queensland College at all. She comes from the oldest Catholic University in South New Wales. What's more, she first studied theology, and then turned to art theory..."

The muzzle of the gun has been aimed at Liu Wenwen.

Fang Tang pulled the wooden chair, pushed Wenwen aside and sat opposite the patriarch: "your understanding of Ms. Irene is a little unusual."

The old clan leader's eyelids jumped.

Fang Tang said with a smile: "you have been a soldier and fought in the war of resistance against the United States. You should be no small officer. You are proficient in English. In what you said just now, your accent is a very standard British accent. You can't have this accent without living abroad."

The old patriarch opened his eyes and suddenly burst out with a wild smile: "the young man is very powerful, but I don't have a British accent, but a South Welsh accent..."

Fang Tang's eyes twinkled: "yes, Australia was the first British colony. Its original name was New South Wales colony. Naturally, its accent has changed."

The old patriarch frowned and coughed: "here, we don't talk about Australia directly, but add 'decadent capitalist empire'!"

Liu Wenwen shook her head: "what's the age of this..."

This is not an era of turmoil, but an era of just opening up. In 1982, some rural areas still kept their work points. In the extremely remote small mountain villages in Yunnan Province, the slogans full of sense of the times and the words of the old clan leader all made fangtang feel strange.He doesn't seem to be in a game, it's more like

He didn't think about it carefully and cheered up: "old patriarch, we are not Irene's students, but we found the antique gun and a can of milk powder left by Irene in the hut, so we pretended to be. You have to understand that if we don't say that, your hunter will kill us."

The old clan leader turned his head and called. A guard came in in in a hurry and whispered in his ear.

After a while, another guard carefully held the antique gun, and the cans and oil paper bags he got in the hut were all on the ground.

The old patriarch snorted: "we went in to check. There was no monster you said, only poor hailib in the room!"

Fang Tang and Liu Wenwen were surprised: "long Yunhai has run away!"

How did he escape from the eyes of the hunters before he could take his gun?

At this time, the old clan leader began to play on the pistol: "do you know what I think? You two are monsters. You have been confusing my people. Now, in the church that Irene left behind... "

The pistol was raised slowly, the muzzle so stable.

Fang Tang grabbed Liu Wenwen who wanted to escape: "since everything is under your control, can you let me say more?"

The old patriarch's eyes were cold: "I can give you a lamp time."

If an oil lamp doesn't change oil, it should burn for half an hour.

Fang Tang coughed: "this rainstorm is rare in a hundred years. After the rainstorm, there will be a plague, and the village will disappear completely. This is the fact that is about to happen! And I still said, "help me find someone, and it's all over!"

Liu Wenwen looks at the teenager strangely, and her eyes remind him: This is a virtual game. These people are all NPCs. Is it useful for you to talk to them about this

But somehow, the old patriarch seemed a little hesitant.

"Who are you looking for?" he finally asked

Fang Tang didn't know the real name of the mouse, so he asked for a pen and paper.

Paper is a common calendar in the 1980s. The back is white.

The pen is a kind of blue ball point pen, which is also the standard for students in that era.

This is provided by the only member of nubai village who has attended high school.

Fang Tang drew on the paper.

In fact, the mouse is not like a person, but it has some features. After entering the game, Fang Tang found that longyunhai's human appearance was not very different from that after transformation.

These people of the zodiac should retain their original appearance in the form of righteousness.

So he tried his best to draw the human image of the mouse in his mind.

The picture is neat and complete, showing the unique features of mice.

The old patriarch picked up the picture, looked at it and laughed.