You don't decrypt at all do you?

Afterwards, my sister pursed her lips and turned her eyes away: "Can you tell me why you don't wear a shirt?"

"Oh."

Zhu Wen came out and plucked her half-dried hair: "The clothes are in Jishuang's warehouse, and she ran away. I thought there was no one outside, and the shirt was uncomfortable to wear."

After speaking, he moved back to the bathroom, took out the uniform shirt of District 9, and put it on casually.

He sat down on the sofa, glanced at his sister's left hand that had been hoisted back again, and laughed out loud.

elder sister:"???"

"What are you laughing at?" She raised her left hand: "This is called paying attention to your body and thinking about your health."

Zhu Wen: "Indeed."

He nodded solemnly, and added: "Physical health must be taken seriously, but mental health cannot be ignored."

Sister: "...What is this all about?"

"No." Zhu Wen replied brightly, and then said, "I just think my sister is working very hard."

As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled at his sister.

wet hair.

White shirt.

pretty boy.

Gee.

Gee tut.

My sister jumped up from the sofa, panting and rolled over while clutching her lower left rib.

Five minutes later, my sister went back and forth, throwing a crumpled T-shirt to Zhu Wen: "Put it on."

Zhu Wen took off the crumpled, pickle-like T-shirt on his head, and said with disgust, "Which trash can was it found in?"

My sister gave a "tsk" sound, and squeezed out a few words between her teeth: "I like to wear it or not."

Only then did Zhu Wen let out an "oh" and re-examined the T-shirt.

It's just a common style on the roadside. The big straight version has no distinction between men and women.Judging by the looseness, it is XXL at least, and it is probably used as pajamas.

He shook his head, stared at the folds on the T-shirt and said, "Sister Jiang Ling will go crazy if she sees this dress."

The elder sister raised her head subconsciously, and just about to ask "why", she quickly reacted and shut her mouth.

Zhu Wen wiped her hair with a dry towel, and said unhurriedly: "But it's normal, after all, sister Jiang Ling likes to be too clean."

The elder sister typed a "?" upon hearing the words, and blurted out: "She still likes to fuck!...cough!"

Seeing that Zhuwen came over, the elder sister paused and said, "I mean, is it so exaggerated?"

"have it."

Zhu Wen has a very good say in this matter, and there are dispensable examples:

"Anyway, it's a piece of clothing that needs to be ironed. The storage in the refrigerator at home is more exaggerated than the storage of bloggers on the Internet. All the documents have been sorted out and arranged in a specific order. Because they are too incompetent, they left 5 housekeeping aunts. .If we hadn't lived on the top floor, she might have considered climbing out and cleaning the windows too. So..."

Zhu Wen looked up at her sister, with a faint smile: "You are like a happy old mother now."

Sister: "Huh?"

She raised her hand to touch her face, quickly adjusted her expression, and said "ha!", "I'm so relieved, that's not my daughter who has finally grown up."

She sneered, and the back of her head started to go numb again.

This kind of topic should be avoided.

Otherwise, I wish Wen this vengeful character, the day when the truth comes out is the day when the end of the world will come.

Thinking of this, my sister cleared her throat: "Did you dry your hair? Shall I show you around?"

Zhu Wen raised his eyebrows: "Everywhere? Where?"

Sister: "District 9."

"Oh." Zhu Wen lost interest: "Then don't go."

Sister: "...?" What's the matter?District 9 is not good enough for you?

She took a deep breath, "Do you like shopping or not!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around abruptly, bumping into Ji Shuang who just came back.

After taking a look at Ji Shuang, my sister said "tsk!" and left.

Ji Shuang watched her sister leave inexplicably, not understanding why she was "tsk" herself.

She walked into the house and asked Zhu Wen: "What's the matter? Are you fighting again?"

"What is 'again'?" Zhu Wen was dissatisfied with Ji Shuang's wording: "I never quarrel with others."

Ji Shuang: "...?"

...

...

My sister went back to her room. In fact, she should follow the doctor's advice and throw herself into the bed to be a useless person for a few days.

But that would be too boring, especially since Executive 1 is not a cosmetic position.

She leaned on the sofa, looked down at the information that had just been transmitted on her panel, and frowned.

She really didn't expect that the original No. 1 executive officer would notice the loss of the core of Area E. In her imagination, this matter was noticed by the crisis response department, at least after all the remaining problems of the special level were resolved.

Part of the positioning of these lost cores is in the hands of my sister.The other part accounts for a very small proportion, and they are in the hands of the box girl, oh no, since the box girl has met Zhu Wen, it should be in Zhu Wen's hands.

The rest, have been taken out of the game.

If nothing else, it should be in the hands of that man named Shu Shu now.

If their imagination and associative ability are strong enough, maybe half a month has passed, and they should know what is going on at the core.

After reading the current investigation report sent by Executive Officer No. 77, who previously assisted the former Executive Officer No. 1 in tracking down the whereabouts of the lost core, my sister bowed her head and pressed her forehead.

"……fine."

Calculating forward based on the progress of this report, it was only a few days ago that the original No. 1 executive officer noticed that the core was lost. Although Executive Officer No. 77 has a good working ability, he can't stand the constraints brought by the lack of time.

My sister closed the file and returned to her homepage.

When the points from the original No. 1 executive officer arrived, she was about to get busy.

In other words, she'd better appoint a new management officer for District 9 in the near future, and then report to the game.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if the game waited for itself to notice that the position of the administrator of District 9 was vacant, and to parachute her.

In addition, she still has to spend time sorting out the unfinished work of the original No. 1 executive officer...

My sister understands.

— her sick leave was dead.

Having come to this conclusion, my sister immediately stood up.

Anyway, if Zhu Wen is willing to stay in the rest area obediently, then she is ready to go to work.

As she walked out, she opened the communication interface.

There is still no new information in the contact window of the crisis response department. Presumably, there are still a large number of people who cannot accept the replacement of No. 1 executive officer.

The contact window in the management area on the other side is very lively, but they are all chatting, and the managers are too busy to keep their feet on the ground and do not forget to spray each other at the contact window.

"……Um?"

There is a private chat.

My sister raised her eyebrows, seeing that the private chat was sent by the management officer of the 11th district, she immediately opened it.

【Sister, can you tell me who the young man was just now?Is this fucking ingredient too complicated? 】

My sister raised her eyebrows, put on her earphones and connected to the call.

Contact was made quickly.

My sister swiped the pass and stepped into the portal, saying, "What do you mean?"

The administrator of District 11 shouted bluffingly on the other end of the communication: "What do you mean? You don't know?"

He is very quiet over there, probably hiding in some corner: "I don't even dare to use the database retrieval system directly, in case the game stares at me... Bah! Bad luck!"

The administrator of District 11 changed his words: "I use the port of our own district, just check it casually."

Sister: "On topic."

"The next sentence is the topic. That young man just now, the initial player?" The 11th district administrator asked, and then asked: "Are you sure you are the initial player?"

The so-called initial players are actually internal beta players in the mouth of ordinary players.

My sister paused, then asked, "So?"

The administrator of District 11 has worked with his sister for many years, and seeing that her sister didn't answer directly, he didn't think much about it.

Just said: "Why can't I find the game record corresponding to his initial player number? It's blank!"

My sister frowned: "Why are you checking that? Didn't you say that you don't care about that?"

District 11 administrator: "I don't want to investigate!"

He was in great pain, and the sound was painful, full of confusion brought about by confusion: "I checked his special numbering task system, and his special numbering system is good, no problem at all."

"But after adjusting the real-time data inside the game, I found that there is an interference module. I'm fucking in the dark! On the 'footprint' of the interference module, there are traces of the initial scene in the game!"

The older sister listened, the wrinkles between her brows deepened, and she patiently listened to him before she said, "What does this mean? Do you know what a 'module' is?"

NPCs, bosses, and cores can all be called modules.

She exhaled slowly, and said, "What exactly do you mean? There are many inactivated modules in his warehouse, such as the D27 box girl. Maybe it's the influence of those things?"

"No." The 11th district administrator's tone was very firm: "I checked all his checkpoints ahead, and they were all wrong. The 'footprint' is like a fucking ghost, and it is basically impossible to trace. It is estimated that there are so few 'footprints' left. ’ It’s not that we caught it because of how detailed it is, but it’s because we can’t take care of it and stay.”

"Wait, let me see. That kind of interference is from..."

The administrator of District 11 paused, probably looking for something.

After a while, he continued: "It started from the third level of his regular game."

"You just said that it might be the problem of those inactivated modules, right?" The administrator of District 11 spoke quickly, and said, "I checked, and the first inactivated module beside him is the D27 box you mentioned just now. Girl, let alone the 'footprints' are wrong, even the time is wrong."

"The D27 box girl appeared during the resurrection match, which is strictly speaking his fourth level. But the problem appeared in the third level, which is the regular game that triggered the resurrection match."

"So if he wants to figure it out, he has to consider the people and things around him."

The administrator of District 11 said very implicitly: "Is there anything or someone that has followed him since his third level?"

Sister: "Ah."

season frost.

District 11 administrator: "What did you think of?"

My sister didn't answer immediately, and paused for a moment before saying: "Let's stop here, I can figure out the rest. I'm sorry to trouble you, follow-up search traces..."

"I will erase it, don't worry." The administrator of District 11 took over the conversation without waiting for her sister to finish speaking, emphasizing with the wish of all friendly administrators: "Concentrate on recuperating, Miss Executive Officer No. 1."

My sister laughed, "I know, there's a lot of bullshit."

She cut off the communication and took off the earphones, tapped her right index finger on her thigh, and then shook her head twice with "tsk tsk".

All right, Ji Shuang.

...

...

Rest Area 9 at the same time

Ji Shuang suddenly raised her head, scanning the corners of the room.

Then, she lowered her head and opened the panel, and took a quick glance.

Then, she frowned and stood up.

Zhu Wenzhen watched TV boredly, and saw Ji Shuang standing at attention sharply, and squinted at her: "What? Finished the story? Are you going to recite it on the spot?"