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He was still standing a few steps away from the sofa last second, and then he sat on the sofa. The water glass I was holding in my hand fell to the ground, splashing water on the floor.

Time seems to be cut off.

...Can the holographic game also drop frames? What did he want to say just now?

"I'm ready." Shu Jun picked up the cup in confusion, and his head throbbed as he straightened up.

It may be because of the injured body and a rush. Before the thought disappeared from his head, his stomach began to churn, as if he had just swallowed a live snake. Before Shu Jun could stand firm, he leaned on the sofa and threw up.

He shouldn't be able to spit out anything, but he vomited a lot of pitch-black fluid, which was mixed with lumps like visceral fragments. Some splashed on the sofa, and there were a lot of gray spots on the bright chocolate (color), and the gray (color) was still eroding the surrounding (color) color.

Corrosion quality with the same composition as the erosion marsh.

Shu Jun stopped vomiting for a while. (Chest xiong) His abdomen was still aching and his head buzzed. He blinked, trying to get the ghost back in front of him. There was always a weird impression in his mind-dropped frames belonged to dropped frames, and he seemed to have heard something incredible from Zhu Yanchen.

However, it was just a vague impression, and he did not remember any details.

Shu Jun raised his eyes to look at Zhu Yanchen. He was vomiting corrosive quality, Zhu Yanchen unloaded most of his protective equipment, which may be dangerous. It's hard to grab the life-saving straw, and you can't just get started.

"Sorry." Zhu Yanchen's voice came from a high place, ethereal.

What is this apology?

The ears were also soaked in water, and Shu Jun shook his head, making him even more dizzy. Someone put him on the (bed chuang), his arm stabbed with needles. After a long time, he was finally able to distinguish between the nose and the mouth on Zhu Yanchen's face.

Shu Jun chose the one he most wanted to ask: "Gas mask?"

"I took medicine when you (washed xi) in the shower, and nothing will happen within half an hour." Zhu Yanchen retracted the syringe and put on his protective clothing. "how do you feel?"

good question.

After ten years of fighting, the eclipse has harmed many of his teammates. There is still a way to save the spot, if it is swallowed, the role (color) follows the sulfuric acid pool and it does not make any difference. Now that he is a man who vomits sulfuric acid, he should first beat the gongs and drums for his breathing.

He wanted to smile wryly, and he was so vain (tuo) that he couldn't laugh out loud: "It's okay, just learned the time to shuttle, a little motion sickness."

Zhu Yanchen lowered his eyes: "..."

Interesting, Marshal Zhu didn't question "Time Shuttle", what does this man know. Shu Jun said twice in his throat, and it became difficult to speak, and problems stuck in his throat.

"Ayan." He spit out two words for a long time.

Zhu Yanchen's actions stopped, but there was still no expression on his face, and he didn't know whether he was tacitly acquiescing or acting nonsense. He took the medicine from the suitcase, mixed it up skillfully, and looked like a professional nurse.

Seeing that he was put on a drip, Shu Jun hid behind the gas mask again and cleaned up the serious wound on Shu Jun's body.

Hanging it up, Shu Jun felt better. People don't have much energy yet, and the brain is first (take off tuo) to rein-maybe Luci's own substitute for "Zhu Yanchen", and Yanchen is in (gan gan). This can explain a lot of things, such as positioning, such as knowing the game, such as this person's skilled medical care.

More reassuring thoughts are far more reliable than NPCs.

Marshal Zhu seemed to see through Shu Jun's thoughts: "I am not a stand-in player."

Can't let him breathe more, Shu Jun expresses his despair with his eyes.

Zhu Yanchen's expression moved slightly, and he couldn't tell whether he wanted to laugh or be unhappy: "I'll tell you what happened just now, and you won't remember... It's not easy to explain now, you should take a good rest."

Shu Jun's mouth vigorously swiped the water cup on the side of the table, and Zhu Yanchen understood and poured him two sips of water. Shu Jun was shivering, but he still pours the beans firmly (qiang): "I was very energetic before I came, and you told me to lie down. I have to explain."

Finally, he raised his voice, for fear that the other party would not hear clearly: "Ayan."

Zhu Yanchen still did not admit or deny it, Shu Jun did not have time to ask, because the bomb dropped by the other party was excited.

"You were back to light before."

When it was over, this person added in a stiff tone: "Take a rest first, don't think too much."

...Don't think too much about this, Shu Jun almost choked with saliva.

I was locked in the game for some reason, my mind fell off, and my mouth vomited poison. Important NPC suspected that he liked the object, the whole action was unreasonable, and now tell him that you are dying, without taking a break.

People have a double harvest of career and love, leaving him a double blast.

Zhu Yanchen saw that Shu Jun was horrified and began to draw blood to test the dragon. Shu Jun vaguely saw that the blood was black (color), but he had too many question marks, so he was not in a hurry to ask this.

Shu Jun picked up the biggest question mark and threw it out: "Why did you come (gan)?"

"Save you." Zhu Yanchen said.

As if afraid that Shu Jun kept asking, he added another sentence.

"...I have no intention of hiding it from you. When your situation stabilizes, I will take you to a place, and then you will understand everything."

Inside the city.

"Is there anything wrong with Zhu Yanchen?" Xia Liang pulled her hair in front of the makeup mirror.

The heads-up election is just around the corner, and intelligence agencies all over the country are struggling. As expected, the news that "Marshal Zhu was attacked by a mutant and his whereabouts is unknown" bloomed instantly. Everyone knows that unclear whereabouts is a nice way of saying that people who enter a heavily polluted area will not survive for 48 hours without preparation.

If you can't get it back within a week, the (Lianlian) League should euphemistically announce the death of Zhu Yanchen. And the surname Zhu is hiding in his safe house, it is strange that he can find it within a week.

The leader should have come from Zhu Yanchen and Yining, Zhu Yanchen died, the whole process has to be repeated, and the restart will take three months. According to the agreement, Zhu Yanchen took advantage of this time to experiment outside, and then it was her turn to work.

Humans have not penetrated into a heavily polluted area for more than 200 years. Whether Zhu Yanchen can live outside for three months depends on his good fortune. According to Zhu Yanchen's own statement, winning is a real victory, and he has already made arrangements if he loses.

In this world, you can only be born with a golden spoon if you are lucky, but some people just have to work hard. Xia Liang naturally hoped that Zhu Yanchen would live longer, because he was also considered a top network. Who knows that Zhu Yanchen's style has always been steady, but now he stepped on the wrong way-the "attack" Zhu Yanchen's mutant hadn't been in place yet, and that person ran with other mutants. Xia Liang didn't believe that Zhu Yanchen would really be robbed. In order to stage a fake death scene, Marshal Zhu brought a lot of special weapons to restrain the variant.

The result is not much different, and the false death news is not bad for these few hours of error. She doesn't need to wipe more (fart pi) shares for him, just that the unnecessary variables make people irritable.

After losing her temper, Xia Liang evened up her lipstick with her little finger. She poked the phonograph device beside her, and there was a pre-recorded cry from the device.

Trouble is trouble, the play should always be done.

I hope that the work Zhu Yanchen has done for "over there" hasn't gone wrong, and Xia Liang feels uneasy, cursing, and opens the closet. She put on a loose red robe, activated the projection buttons, and pretended to be a rickety old man. After the door was locked, Xia Liang slipped away directly from the secret road.

The heart of the city is far from the border fortress where the "players" live.

"Lao Dong." Seeing Xia Liang, who looked like an old man, came over, the guard hurriedly saluted.

This old man has a mysterious background and is a general of Zhu Yanchen. Although the news of Marshal Zhu's disappearance has exploded, it is too early to be rude to Marshal Zhu's confidant after a week.

At a glance, Xia Liang knew that these guards were Yining's supporters. She didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, and went straight to the destination. The guards exchanged glances, and one of them just followed.

The players' storage is underground, and the dormant cabins are densely packed. These things are based on the game pod before Doom, and the server is also something before Doom. Their living weapons are sinking (sleeping Shui), experiencing the "real world".

Shu Jun's dormant cabin was stuffed with newcomers.

"Elder Dong, the authority here has been taken over by Marshal Yi Ning." Seeing that Xia Liang was about to get started, the guard reminded him in due course.

"Anti-thief?" Xia Liang rolled his eyelids and pinched the old man's voice. "Zhu Shuai is not dead yet, I think the damage treatment is not enough?"

"Marshal Yi's side..."

"What's the matter, even if he accepts the stall, he will officially register tomorrow, right?" Xia Liang ignored the guard and pressed his hand on the dormant cabin.

The guard choked for a long time, and it was not easy to get involved. If a person does not enter the management interface, nothing can happen simply by looking at it, and it is not impossible to let him see.

Xia Liang had already connected the sensing system by himself.

Since she was not logged in as a player, she could only see a shortened view of God. Combat players live in the same city, the Blackbirds are celebrating their success, and Shu Jun, who is replaced by the imitation ai, is mixed up. According to the regular script, Fake Shujun will then announce that he is leaving the city to experience life, and to contact him a lot in the future—simulation word messaging does not account for calculations, and it is not easy to (show) stuff.

The groundwater team did not reduce their staff. They seemed to have finished the dinner, and the leader Luo Duan had even arrived home. Being defeated by Shu Jun unexpectedly, this emotion is not incomprehensible, Xia Liang glanced briefly, and then returned his attention to Black Bird.

Zhu Yanchen is the same Zhu Yanchen, not leaking. Make sure nothing went wrong here, Xia Liang logged out decisively.

"Let's go." She waved her hand, leaving an embarrassingly smiling guard in place.

"We will send you out." The guards and the guards in the guard room winked, and they sent Xia Liang out. Anyway, this room is for top teams. Both Blackbird and Groundwater have holidays. Training will not be arranged for a short period of time. Leaving for two minutes is not a problem.

There is no problem with Blackbird, a perfect virtual city is enough to drown an unremarkable anomaly.

Luo Duan, the captain of the groundwater, closed the curtains and covered the quilt, looking in a bad mood. He is two years older than Shu Jun, nearly thirty, and logically speaking, he will retire soon. This battle was not beautiful, and this reaction is inevitable.

No one saw his movements in the quilt—Luo Duan turned on the light screen and rolled up his sleeves, with short words tattooed on it.

[This world is a lie. 】

At first glance it looks like a poem. This tattoo has been with him for less than a year and is still new. Luo Duan forgot why he got such a tattoo, and thought it was the product of a drunken mess. But recently, it has become more and more wrong. Several times he looked at it and lost his mind for a short time, as if time had been stolen.

Absence is often accompanied by headaches. Recently, this headache has become more and more serious. Even when he logged into the game with him, his body was uncomfortable.

At the cost of self-abolished account, Shu Jun won.

For some reason, this thought didn't let him taste the bitterness of failure, but was inexplicably sad. He seems to have forgotten an important thing, just like a dream. He still remembers the feeling, but can't remember the content.

The world is a lie?

Luo Duan got up from the (bed chuang), subconsciously walked to the holographic cabin, and then woke up in the dormant cabin of the game. The guards who usually patrol are not there, and there is no one here. Inexplicable discomfort surrounded him again, Luo Duan coughed twice and sat down leaning on the dormant cabin.

No one is online for the groundwater team, and the training ground is not open. Luo Duan didn't know why he made the impulse to go online, so he was in a daze. No human voice comes, NPC is talking. Luo Duan was uncomfortable and was too lazy to deal with them. Suo (sexual xing) evacuated and disappeared.

One of the guards probed the probe and made sure that there was no one in the room: "How can I explain to Yi Shuai now? I have a headache."

"Old Dong Dong always likes to run around, so he can't be seen. He didn't move anything today, or don't report it."

"The problem is that Marshal Zhu just had an accident on his front foot, and the one named Dong on his back foot is here to see. Captain Blackbird just died, I always think this is not a coincidence..."

"Maybe people really look at the damage treatment. I wish the Marshal will look at the black bird, and the other person is not there. It is not surprising that Mr. Dong will look at the follow-up treatment. It is the groundwater that is about to be scrapped, right? It will take another half a year. This is the first time I have seen a person who can live to be discarded normally. It's amazing."

"Before, Marshal Zhu’s team was responsible for the inspection. What should I do now..."

"Who knows."

Luo Duan didn't move.

It was a similar accident and a similar conversation. He remembered his previous discoveries, and knew that he would soon be overwhelmed by headaches, and forget about them. He should be the same as last time, go back before the impression is removed, struggling to keep a record.

When the guards walked away, Luo Duan reached out (touched Mo) the door, and then paused.

Something was seeping from the gap in the hand armor, and the dark fluid dripped to the ground, very familiar.