Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Chapter 94

In the field of fighting games, as long as there is no cheating with super powers, Qian Mu has no opponents.

Even though the opponent this time is extremely diligent and eager to learn, the mental energy he doesn't know where he came from, he has repeatedly defeated and fought more and more courageously, the game console is almost screaming scrapped under the hands of the two men with gloomy expressions——

Game over!

"Ah, I won again this time."

Qian Mu thought it was too bad, no one played arcade with him for too long, the feeling of getting it back was too smooth, and he couldn't stop again.

Gin and Belmode are both people who never play games, but have a strong desire to win.

He realized the problem in time and tried to release the water quietly, but the final result was still: the two had lost six games in a row under the crush of his uncontrollable operation.

The last person who had a strong desire to win but suffered a losing streak was Toru Amuro. When he lost the fifth round, most of the fake face that Mr. Amuro had not yet fully cultivated had collapsed, and his mentality was severely damaged. He kept arguing with the doctor and him Let's play another game, and we must play until we come back.

There is also an unlucky guy who has lost twenty games in a row named Lvchuan Hang, who is slightly different from Amuro Toru. He was numb after losing, and then he gave up struggling and chose to lie flat on the spot.

Another man named Zhu Xingda's record is also terrible. The real situation is extremely inconsistent with Qianmu's description of encouraging his subordinates, but his good thing is that he has a stable mentality. Victory and defeat are all floating clouds. The most important thing is to participate, even if he loses a hundred times Calmly.

Of course, Qian Mu couldn't drag his good brother out to provoke people anymore. He had already reached his mouth for comfort and encouragement, but he was blocked back by his positive words like nothing happened.

"Great Joseph~ Kurosawa is completely defeated by you, come on, come on, punch him again, let him roll a little further!"

On Belmode's face full of interest, there was no sadness at all that he had suffered a heavy blow.

The most beloved woman of the BOSS is trying her best to encourage the BOSS to come back for a few more rounds, and beat the second-in-command of the useless waste organization out of the border of the world-only she knows whether she is talking about the game or the reality.

As always, Gin ignored the woman who could only speak bitterly. The woman's own operation was a hundred times worse than his, so he could only use his failure to find some psychological balance.

Of course, he didn't care that he lost to the boss, because it should be right: "Congratulations, Mr. Alex, I am impressed by your strength."

Qian Mu: "...Thank you?"

I was not discouraged at all when I met a loser for the first time, and I was even very happy. In the end, I had to congratulate him on his situation.

"You can really talk." Belmode crossed his arms and glanced critically at the silver-haired man's animal-like profile, keen to find fault as she would never let go of every word Gin said, "Although you are not as good as Joseph It's normal, but you can't even play Joseph in the game, can you do well in other areas? Are you sure you can protect him well, huh? I have to doubt your level."

Gin didn't raise his head: "What I can do, there is no room for you to intervene. I hope that your ability beyond nonsense will not be as rubbish as your game level."

Belmode: "?"

"Crack!"

Qian Mu was gently but forcefully invited by the woman to leave the seat in front of the game console. The woman sat down with a smile on her face, her legs folded, and the joystick was wrapped in her slender hand, and the sound of clicking sound probably It's an auditory hallucination.

"Come on rubbish, oh no, dear Mr. Kurosawa, I'm here to express my sincere regards to you."

"Ah."

Gin's sneer instantly ignited a raging fire.

Belmode is indeed not Gin's opponent. Although the two start from the same starting point, the reaction and hand speed of the world's top killers are unmatched by women in charge of intelligence.

--so what?If she loses so furiously, why can't she let the boss fight again?

Summoning the BOSS is cheating and has no sense of accomplishment. Belmode has no such plan. She is just afraid that she will be so angry that she will run away rationally and affect her performance. continue.

Her irascibility and sultriness from losing too much were all consumed by internal strife, it doesn't matter, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is fine, she must persist until the day when she beats Gin to death with her own hands!

Gin only finds Belmode's overreaching amused, even if the boss is watching, he won't show mercy—unless the boss asks him to let him go.

The two high-level cadres of the Black Organization fought fiercely for the first time. If they changed the battlefield, at least one of them would die, but in the game hall...well, one would die, the difference is not big.

"..."

"I'm not even willing to maintain the false harmony..."

The black-clothed organization boss, who was driven aside, listened to the crackling and rumbling of the game console, looked at the bloody flowers flying around, and even the special effects revealed anger and tyranny in the game interface. It's not that something went wrong.

When the staff who mistakenly thought that the customer was fighting rushed over nervously, he stopped them, paid the game machine in advance for the inevitable death, and booked the venue by the way, so as to prevent the two people from playing the game and really drawing their guns. The folio accidentally injured a passerby.

The BOSS who paid the money was still sighing, and it has been a long time since he took out the all-purpose black card to clean up the mess, and his eyes slipped slightly outside the game hall.

The elementary school student in glasses wearing a children's suit just withdrew his vigilant gaze, and walked away with An Ran, who said "Gin can't appear in the game hall even if he appears under the car".

A smile curled up on Qianmu's lips.

Regardless of the elementary school student protagonist who passed by the main story line, he looks like a serious and harmonious person no matter how he sees it through, but he is still a murderous right hand and right arm, and he is very satisfied in his heart.

With such an image, it becomes the background board of a certain storyboard in the comics. The picture must be very beautiful. The naive readers will only say that the two passers-by are so beautifully drawn, and no one can recognize that this is the top3 organization in black on the street. Hang out, even stroll to the game hall.

I will write it down when I get back, and when the comics are printed in the latest booklet, he must cut that scene separately for collection.

The right-hand man and the right-hand man came into contact with arcade games for the first time in their lives, and they couldn't stop playing until the end of time.

Belmode finally won Gin once.

Let me explain in advance that the BOSS absolutely never hinted at Gin with words or eyes, let him let go of the water when he has enough, so Belmode won the victory based on his vengeance turned into strength——

Not all.

After all, Gin still can't stand this woman with a sick mind.

The woman persistently grabbed him and wasted an afternoon in the game hall. For more than ten years, when had the second in command who was on duty almost 365 days a year been so extravagant? Blinking, no explosion is all because the BOSS is still waiting by the side.

Yes, the BOSS waited all afternoon and persuaded him to take a rest, but he didn't leave, just to watch his subordinates gnash their teeth and tear each other with hands.

Gin doesn't care if Belmode will die of exhaustion and starvation, but the boss must not be exhausted or starved.

Therefore, even though he was extremely upset, he still secretly released water for Belmode.

Belmode may have noticed it, but she couldn't get angry. The only thing she and Gin could agree on was that the BOSS was the most important thing. Compared with the BOSS dinner, her dissatisfaction was nothing.

"Big brother, big brother, it's time for dinner—"

"Yes, it's dinner time. Mr. Alex, please."

Little Devil Beast: "What?"

Unexpectedly, the big brother didn't get smashed in the face with a cold "roll", the little evil beast was like in a dream: baaah, something's wrong, how could its cold and domineering big brother speak so softly!

So the eldest brother thoughtfully added it: "Get out!"

"Today's big brother is so evil!" The little evil beast rolled away happily, more neatly than the vodka in the morning.

Belmode: "Tsk tsk tsk."

Don't play anymore, the feud with Gin will be settled next time, she also winked at the boss: "It's time to go honey, what do you want to eat tonight? If you don't have a preference, there is a restaurant that I recommend with five stars."

"Okay." Qian Mu readily agreed.

The memorable game hall built by the high-level team of the black organization ended smoothly.

The formation remained the same, with the boss sandwiched between two buns, and the three of them went to have another dinner where the smell of gunpowder had temporarily subsided. There was no itinerary for the night, so logically speaking, they should go back to the hotel to rest.

Ke Qianmu said, "There's no rush."

"Since I just came here... I want to go for a walk nearby, take a walk, and digest food."

……

Kubado Shopping Plaza.

A few years ago, it was very lively here even at night.

Many parents will bring their children to the square to play, and many people will choose to come here at night to catch up with the last business hours, take the Ferris wheel to the top of the sky, and overlook the night view of Mihua Town.

However, because of a bad incident three years ago, the Ferris wheel, which had become a landmark building, exploded and collapsed. The broken steel bars and burnt black and red residue collapsed in the center of the square. It seemed that it took a long time to be cleaned up.

Afterwards, this bustling square fell silent. Not only was it not rebuilt, but the facilities other than the Ferris wheel were also demolished one after another, leaving only a large piece of open space that has been idle until now.

A half-circle of perfunctory fences surrounds the edge of the open space. Passers-by just lift their feet and walk a few steps if they want to enter.

But getting in is also very boring. There is nothing in the square, but there are thin and sad shadows laying motionless, and you can faintly see some black scorched marks left by burning on the ground. It is strange to stand in it for a long time. of.

Therefore, few people would go to the ruins of the square, especially after the sky darkened.

Matsuda Jinpei is an exception among exceptions.

After getting off work, the black-haired police officer restrained himself from going to the Internet cafe, so he came here involuntarily.

The streetlights only covered the original entrance of the square. In the past, bystanders could lift their feet at will, step over the unstoppable wooden railings, and walk into the dimly lit square, but now they can't.

The gaps in the past were all blocked by the newly erected construction site fence, and several floor tiles that had not been loaded for many years were sunken down, and the surface was mixed with cement residues, leaving traces of truck wheels passing by.

He also accidentally stepped on a hollow when he came over. Seeing that he couldn't get in so quickly, he could only walk around the protective fence, and took a few steps forward with leather shoe prints, barely adding some popularity to this dilapidated place. .

It's still the same, the more you walk in, the more muddy the faint light becomes.

Matsuda Jinpei didn't turn on the lights, and only confirmed the approximate location from memory.

He doesn't come often, this is the third time after "that time".If he had to say it, it had nothing to do with Touching's injury, he just wanted to spend his time on more meaningful things.

I will come here tonight, just because I heard during the day that this piece of open space that was abandoned for unknown reasons has finally been taken over by someone. To build an exhibition hall here, it may be in the very center where the ruins of the Ferris wheel were piled up. .

The generous and well-known entrepreneur Jiang Qiyuan—the Mr. Jiang Qi, who is only known by name but not seen, will send the gift of friendship he has received to the exhibition hall that will be erected in the near future, for all who want to Citizens who have a glimpse of the "Star of Hope" visit.

"It's generous, generous."

Matsuda Jinpei wanted to laugh for some reason.

Although it was a smile mixed with anger.

Although he didn't know what he was angry about.

Even if Yuan Qianmu's ashes were left, they would have been scooped up by a forklift three years ago. Putting bricks and pillars on the empty ground will not hinder anyone at all, and you can even praise the removal of the old Welcome the new year and dispel the haze of the past with a happy start.

A person's death is so insignificant in front of time and the world, the dead have already left, and the living still have to move on, so we should be more careful and get out of the shadows as soon as possible.

Matsuda Jinping also thought this was a good statement.

But this doesn't affect him from being unable to go out.

Or it's not that he can't go out, but that he doesn't want to go out.He knew that Yan Er and the squad leader didn't actually go out, but the behavior was not as obvious as him, and the degree was not as serious as him.

His character is like this, there is no way, probably only Zero's brain can compete with him.

Oh, it should not be counted, because a "Jiang Qiyuan" appeared, and now he has stepped out with one foot, and a new goal has been added. He has a lot of energy, and he is probably half alive.

But the remaining half, the foot that has not yet stepped out, stays forever in the ruins that have long since disappeared.

He's rooted himself here, for his own needs.

He needs to extract the motivation to move forward from this land of memories, otherwise, with his three years of spelling as if he was looking for death spontaneously, let alone three years, it might be the time when he had to fall from the second floor to avoid the explosion , lying half-conscious in the ambulance, he already went to heaven with hatred and punched Yuan Qianmu in person.

not to mention.

There's nothing wrong with being quiet.

There's nothing wrong with being stuck.

Isn't Yuan Qianmu a bastard wild cat who is afraid of loneliness? If you think it's annoying, you can beat him yourself if you have the ability.

If one day the square disappears, or an obtrusive Ferris wheel is re-established in place, it will not be too late for him to leave in a cool way. Anyway, by then someone's revenge must have been done, and the dead will finally be able to rest in peace.

However, just to put it this way, he might not be able to leave by then.

Most likely the man who will never leave, scolds Yuan Qianmu, a fool and a jerk countless times in his heart, and smokes a cigarette every time he scolds, but the point is not the cigarette itself.

He clicked the lighter, the flame rose after a click, closed the lid and disappeared in an instant, clicked again, and repeated several times.

The unchanging flames are always jumping in front of the eyes, just like the fierce fireworks that were fleeting in the dull vision that day.

It wasn't Officer Matsuda's fault that he couldn't quit smoking.

If you want to blame, you can only blame that guy who died so beautifully.

"Crack."

"Crack."

"Crack, crack—"

In the darkness outside the protective fence, the lighters were pushed on and off by the people walking slowly, and the faint flames flickered on and off, and the lighting effect was almost useless, only the anxiety of the fire burning in the heart could be heard.

Matsuda Jinpei stopped.

The direction to look up, if it is not bad, is facing the side of the Ferris wheel, but unfortunately it is blocked by the fence, so I can't see anything.

The man stood here, prying off the lid of the lighter with his thumb for the last time, and lit the cigarette in his mouth expressionlessly.

After he started to swallow, Yuan Qianmu appeared in the man's mind at the same time - or the hateful face of "Ezaki Gen" with a question mark.

This bastard, before he could let go and take revenge, came out unexpectedly, bulldozed his precious spiritual sustenance and source of motivation, and is now happily and actively spreading dirt on his friend's dead soul.

"You'd better not be Minamoto himself." Matsuda Jinhei sneered and spit out a smoke ring.

It’s not that I can escape, but I’m sorry if it’s the ghost who cheated the corpse. He will grab a hoe, bury the bastard in the soil with only one head exposed, and ask [-] times. Will you dare to pretend not to know him? , still running or jumping?

After smoking two cigarettes, Matsuda Jinpei felt much calmer, and the frustration that he still couldn't find the main line gate to open his mind also faded a little.

Just as he was about to walk back slowly, an unexpected conversation sounded from the front.

"In the middle, an exhibition hall will be built."

"I want to choose here... But, this place..."

"It's fitting because it's the place. The diamond's name is 'Hope,' and it's a beautiful meaning, isn't it?"

"Um……"

"Some people seem to have to hold on to something tightly in order to hold hope in their hands. In fact, there is no need to deliberately hold on to it. If you hold it too tightly, it will be broken. Hope will be broken, and you will be broken. Or Just put it there, when it comes, it will come."

"Just like me, have enough patience to wait?"

"Of course. Oh, and one more thing to add: this one won't work for impatient idiots who want to flick their lights on."

"Pfft—yes, fortunately, I'm the most patient and obedient."

"Hey."

"The gentle scum next door who is in charge of turning on the lights and courting death, does he have something to say?"

"If Mr. Alex wants to know what you looked like when you went crazy, I can say a few more words."

"Okay, okay, let's take it easy when you take a walk..."

It sounds like normal passers-by chatting, at most, the passer-by who spoke first was caught in the middle of the fight by his companions, and his appearance of trying to smooth things over was a little pitiful.

Matsuda Jinping was stunned: "?"

He stayed for a while, with only a small piece of cigarette still between his fingers. The sparks almost burned to his fingers before he regained his senses. The next moment, he squeezed the cigarette butt and pressed it against the strong enough containment surface. After pressing it out, he hurried towards the direction where the sound came from.

"No way." Matsuda Jinpei couldn't even hear himself clearly, and ran to the front with a strange intuition, "Such a coincidence, that sentence, such a coincidence?"

He inexplicably cared a lot about a passer-by's ambiguity, yes, it was definitely an undisguised sarcasm, and he took his seat without much hesitation.

The voice was so clear, it meant that Matsuda Jinpei was not too far away from the group.

After a few steps, he was dazzled by the bright light of the searchlight, raised his arm to cover his eyes, and the squinted man looked sideways, and saw three figures walking leisurely around the fence.

The tall man on the left carried a searchlight, illuminating the road ahead of the three of them, and the woman on the right also turned on the light, but it was only responsible for illuminating the feet to prevent invisible obstacles from tripping the person in the middle.

That's right, the division of labor is clear at a glance, and the one walking in the middle is the passerby who is eccentric.

Affected by the strong direct light and the darkness in the backlight, Matsuda Jinhei couldn't see their faces clearly, especially the one in the middle, only showing a vague outline.

He kept walking under the light, and he was about to rush straight to the person in the middle.

The man on the left raises the searchlight without hesitation, shining the bright light directly into his unsuspecting eyes.

"Hmm—wait a minute, I have something to ask..."

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes were tingling, and he closed his eyes reflexively, his face was slightly distorted, but he still walked forward persistently.

Then the world spun, and the person flew out: "?!"

Police officer Matsuda still didn't know that during his rampage with his eyes closed, he was lucky enough to avoid the cliff jumping death route again.

Gin has only one thought for the passers-by who don't have long eyes and rushes to run into the boss: kill them, it's very convenient to leave the corpses here.

However, the boss held down the hand he wanted to raise as if nothing had happened, and shook his head.

Gin understands, killing people is not appropriate tonight.

It's just that the passer-by was still full of energy after falling out, trying to get up immediately and try again.

Gin's patience wears out quickly.

At this moment, the obnoxious woman let out a strange chuckle: "Hehe, Joseph doesn't like the smell of cigarettes. The bodyguards we hired have a bad temper. For your safety, I suggest you not get too close, handsome boy~"

"That's why I found out that there is indeed a strong smell of smoke." Qian Mu also smiled, and glanced at the man who stood up holding his knees, his tone seemed indifferent, and it seemed to have a different meaning, "I have nothing to do when I'm free." It's fate to meet someone who is as leisurely as us when we go out for a walk, so let's keep this distance and chat, little brother, do you have something to do with us?"

"..."

Matsuda straightened up, was silent for a moment, raised his hand, but slapped the dust off the crumpled Brazilian suit heavily.

The "intuition" was still in effect, but he calmed down.

Even if the "bodyguard" mentioned in the woman's leisurely words did not speak, he could sense that this was an extremely dangerous role.

Even women themselves.

The two, one on the left and the other on the right, are like wolves lurking in the depths of the night, talking and laughing, crushing and eliminating all uncertain factors near the center of the protective layer.

A group of people with such an abrupt temperament would take a walk to this place at this time to cooperate with their conversation—it was unusual and had to be noticed.

Pay attention to the identity of the person in the middle.

Does it matter if it's a coincidence, or...

Seemingly casual, the black-haired man who actually entered a defensive posture instantly had a premonition: the "door" he was looking for had finally opened a dangerous gap to him.

"Sorry, I was a little excited just now." Matsuda Jinhei said, "Because I overheard some of your conversations by chance, I was quite curious, so I took the liberty to come over to talk to you."

"You guys, do you know that people have died here?"

"I must know." The person in the middle replied, "Mihua Town has not been peaceful recently. I heard that people died in the shopping center next to it, the apartment in front, and the gymnasium next door."

"I mean, this square."

"The square? You mean—the time three years ago?"

"Three years..."

"Oh, it hasn't been three full years yet. Let me do the math. Today is November 11th. What's the difference... three days?"

"This gentleman remembers it very clearly. Many people don't know about it."

"Haha, is that so? I happened to be nearby at that time, and I happened to see the scene, so I was very impressed... In that case, you too, little brother?"

"Yes." Matsuda Jinpei clenched and loosened his fists, but his tone did not change, "It's just such a coincidence."

"Ah, that's no wonder. You also heard that the square was going to be rebuilt, so you came here on a whim. Although there is nothing to see, it's just a bit embarrassing. Time flies so fast..."

The man who couldn't see his face seemed to be missing.

Matsuda Jinhei's eyes were dark, he subconsciously wanted to ask what the man was missing, how could there be someone like himself, lingering here in the middle of the night because of a little obsession that others could not understand.

How could they be [remembering] the same person?

"Brother, are you here for the deceased?"

"...?!"

"I guessed it? Haha, I just guessed it based on your dress...and temperament. After all, you are wearing this outfit, and you will almost find no one if you throw it into the darkness. It's hard not to think that you are Who did you come to pay homage to?"

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

"No one would come to pay homage to the dead empty-handed at night, right? What kind of temperament is there? What's wrong with my temperament?"

"Tut, tut, tut."

The man made a tsk-tsk sound, but turned his head and said to the woman who was walking with him: "See, Chris, just after I finished sighing, this little brother jumped out to speak out by himself, but what he caught was not Hope it is."

"This little brother found a new way to hold on to the ghost and himself. I don't know what the ghost will think. He is not willing to let me go. It is certain that he is growing in the sun, but he still lives himself like a half-withered grass. The surface is black, but the inside is shattered, and after a few more days of desperate struggle, I will probably have tossed myself away, which is really good."

"...?"

Matsuda Jinpei did not expect that he would be hit in the face by the sudden harsh words.

No, he didn't expect that he would be mercilessly stripped clean by strangers in just a few meetings, and even his daily state of shaking on the verge of collapse could be seen.

The only person around who could see his problems was Yan Er, but even Yan Er only dared to remind him vaguely and pulled him, for fear of stimulating him too much, and his impulsiveness disappeared.

—So one can imagine how he feels at the moment.

Shocked, dazed, and a little bit confused, but of course, the angry retort doesn't need to be reacted...

The other party's gentle tone of dimensionality reduction hit him first: "Blunt, stupid, stupid!"

Matsuda Jinping was stunned again: "...??"

No, wait, is this person—

"Standing by the side of the road, the gloom surrounding you is absolutely perfect. I almost thought that you were also a wronged soul wandering the streets late at night... Uhuh, no, are you the widow of the deceased, or some family member? Strange, no If I remember correctly, the sacrificed hero seems to be a male..."

The widow who seemed to have been ruthlessly bombarded by a storm, no, they were just relatives and friends: "...?????"

"Maliciousness" came too suddenly.

Unsuspecting officer, cracked open.