[a]

In a dark and dilapidated house, the needle points to five o'clock.

A pair of scrawny hands trembled as he gripped the mouse and quickly clicked on the software icon hidden deep in the folder.

A moment later, a rudimentary image appeared on the screen.

That's the quality of a primitive pixel game, with a red line on a black background, a rudimentary square cabin in the center of the screen, and a cluster of golden flowers in the bottom right corner of the screen. The hut looks empty, but if you look closely, you can see a very pitiful silver coin in the corner.

Seeing this, his face was full of despair, and his lips trembled, revealing a mouth full of rotten teeth.

He covered his mouth in despair and looked at the bottom corner of the screen again. There are six lines of text written in the common working languages of the United Nations, of which the one belonging to Chinese is:

Account balance: 1 BTC.

The owner of the room stood up and walked aimlessly, he knocked over the coffee table in the middle of the room, knocked over the coffee table in the middle of the room, the only white poison powder on the table floated away, he hurriedly squatted down to clean up, but those things were too little, he licked the table twice and there was nothing.

This made him stand up again, and he couldn't help but gnaw at his wrist.

The creaking sound of the wooden floor became more and more rapid, and the whole space became more and more anxious in response to the mournful screaming of the prostitute and the girl next door. He couldn't take it anymore and walked over to the table to pick up the needle and try to stick it in his temple.

At that moment, there was a soft clanging sound in the speaker.

Thinking he was hallucinating, he was dazed as he searched for the source of the sound, the room was still so dark and chaotic that he didn't even notice a silver coin falling from the ceiling of the cabin on the computer screen.

With the tip of the needle against his temple, he could end his life with a little force.

Suddenly, the little silver coin seemed to flip a switch, and countless silver highlights fell from the sky, from small to large, like snowflakes, and finally turned into silver coins piled up at the bottom of the screen.

The same six-line text slowly descended, staying above the pile of money.

The master of the room grinned, revealing bright red lips and teeth that were yellow to black, and laughed silently and maniacally.

Round 2: The target character survives and the game continues.

……

In the drunken bar, the blue-eyed and green-haired girl sat lazily on the sofa, and only a little remnant of the expensive red wine in the glass remained.

This themed bar is completely twisted in dark gothic style, with high-pitched electronic sounds and cross-blurred spotlights, and the air is filled with the smell of alcohol and hemp, and fuzzy smoke floats in the air.

The girl's eyes swept over the friends around her, and she reached out and dragged a middle-aged man who was fat into a pig next to her, she bit the man's earlobe affectionately, and the strange taste of the rich was not a big deal at all.

The □□ on the stage had reached the most blood-pumping step, and the glass stage sound exploded, but the next moment, the girl's expression had a strange change. Because her phone let out a weird groan, like pain, but also like boundless pleasure. The girl leaned forward sharply, grabbed her phone, and eagerly clicked on an icon.

A simple image of pixels flashed out, a vault with countless gold coins piled up. But soon, a team of black bugs crawled in, devouring the coins as much as they could, and at the same time, the numbers below were changing violently—from eight to seven, to six, to five...... In the end, it became two.

The black worm vanished, and there were only a few dozen gold coins left in the vault, scattered on the ground in a haphazard manner—especially compared to before.

The man's eyes widened and he watched it all in disbelief.

Prompts in six different languages emerge –

round2：inued……

The girl grabbed her phone and slammed it on the ground.

The carpet is thick and the phone is of good quality, so the phone just flicks a few times and quickly stops.

At the bottom of the pixel image, a clump of equally simple golden flowers moved, as if they were fluttering in the wind.

…………

In a luxury building, the singer walked out of the recording studio, and a group of people immediately surrounded him, shushing the cold and asking for warmth. The singer coped with a gentle smile, and the faces of the people opposite showed happy expressions like a spring breeze.

Five minutes later, the singer appeared in the bathroom on the same floor, and as soon as the door was closed, the eyes in the mirror showed a look of extreme boredom.

He glanced back contemptuously, leaned back against the sink, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

In the smoke, a groan suddenly sounded, and the singer was stunned and took out his mobile phone.

Moments later, he frantically ruffled his hair and slammed his phone against the mirror opposite!

With a violent sound, the mirror was torn apart, and the broken fragment briefly reflected the last image on the phone—

Behind the six lines of words in different languages, in the empty and humble room, the only gold was the petals that trembled lightly below.

…………

In a nondescript noodle shop in the city, it's completely dark.

The fan hung from the ceiling, hula blowing, the white tiles were halfway up to the wall, and a circle of tables was placed facing the wall, separated by a partition in the middle.

Most of the guests are eating noodles and don't really care about what is being played on the LCD TV, and for solo commuters, dragging their tired bodies after work and sharing tables with strangers is comparable to torture, so although the food here tastes ordinary, the boss's arrangement is very intimate.

The TV was placed in front of the kitchen, and a news clip of the police escorting the criminals was being played on it.

"According to this station, the suspect Shen Lian has been successfully arrested by the Hongjing police this evening, and the police spokesman refused to disclose any relevant content of the case......"

The tall figures of the surrounding police officers obscured the thin woman in the middle, and her face was covered with a black blackout bag, so the reporters could not take any pictures.

The volume of the TV in the small noodle restaurant was turned down so low that it couldn't even hide the sound of snoring noodles.

In the picture, the image of the police car leaving the square of Zhou Rui Building flashes away, but the reporters' flashing lights seem to light up the night sky.

However, the man sitting in the corner of the noodle shop did not mean to look up at the news, his laptop was still open, and his fingers were occasionally tapping on the keyboard, like an office worker who was still busy working overtime.

He lifted the vinegar bottle and poured some into the dish, revealing a shirt cuff and an old-looking royal blue cufflink.

This is the boss just served a bowl of red oil noodles, the busy guest finally deigned to look up, he casually glanced at the TV, but looked at the boss very seriously, and asked with some humility and respectfulness: "How is your business lately?" ”

The boss wiped his hand on the dazzling white apron, and shook his head helplessly: "It's a miserable loss." ”

The guest opened his mouth, sucked the noodles into his mouth, and sighed regretfully at the computer screen, "What an unexpected." ”

At that time, the boss had already entered the kitchen and did not hear this.

A new customer came to the store, shouting for two bowls of noodles splashed with red oil.

In the semi-open kitchen, animal limbs float in a cauldron on the coal stove, and the boss holds an iron spoon from which he scoops up a large spoonful of blood-like red oil and pours it on his face, with an old-fashioned elegance, while the whole space splashes with a seductive sound.

"But it's not bad, it's fun."

The boss bowed slightly, as if talking to himself, as if he was answering something.

[two]

It's night.

The entrance of the Hongjing Police Station is still full of traffic, and the door is like a city. I don't know if it's because of the legendary drug effect or because the movement in the city is too big today, and even the small incidents of fights and brawls are a lot more than in the past. What's even more terrifying is that police officers at all levels who came to assist in the investigation and investigators from relevant departments in various places came one after another, and clerks like Zhang Xiaolong were also forced to work overtime and do reception registration, referred to as the front desk.

The summer night was still hot, and the front hall was bustling with people, but there was a silence in the air that was completely different from the heat. People lowered their footsteps and rarely talked, and the uniformed officers had silent and serious faces, as if mourning something.

Zhang Xiaolong knew very well what all this was about, and it seemed like something was in her throat, but it was difficult to say. Fortunately, she was still very busy and could not think about these things for a while, she pointed out the location of the relevant office to a person in charge of the drug regulatory department who came overnight, and the phone rang, and she was slightly busy clasping the microphone, pulling out a note to write down what was conveyed on the phone.

At the same time, another phone rang again, she was still recording with a pen and paper in her hand, and she didn't know what to do for a moment, just when she was quite embarrassed, a hand reached over and easily picked up the phone for her.

Zhang Xiaolong thought that some colleague was helping, and still lowered her head to record the content of the phone, she wrote twice, and suddenly felt that the voice next to her was very wrong, the male voice was too relaxed and pleasant, and even had a bit of a boring and leisurely tail, which made the policewoman who had been serious all day very unaccustomed.

"Well, you can contact the EPA directly."

The other phone was quickly hung up, and Zhang Xiaolong even heard the protest from the other end.

The policewoman jerked her head up, and in front of him stood a young man who was a complete stranger, looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

In short, for about three to five seconds, Zhang Xiaolong was completely caught in a normal sluggish reaction when he saw a handsome young man.

The other party wore a simple black shirt, pants of the same color and leather shoes, the tie was slightly loosened, and the middle was pinned to the shirt by a simple silver tie.

Zhang Xiaolong opened his mouth, in short, he should ask a question like "who are you", but what he didn't expect was that before she could speak, the person introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm here to take over as the psychological consultant of the Hongjing City Bureau."

Su Fengzi's voice was very loud, and many people around him heard it and cast an incredible gaze.

Zhang Xiaolong was struck by lightning again, her first reaction was to be angry, why did Consultant Lin just have an accident, and the superiors had already found a replacement, which was not too close.

She took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, picked up the landline and was about to find someone, she dialed out two keys, and suddenly remembered that something was very wrong, how could the criminal team find someone to replace Consultant Lin?

She raised her head in shock, glanced at the other party again, and asked cautiously, "May I ask who you are and where did you transfer it from?" ”

As if he had expected her to ask, the young man took out a business card holder from his pocket, pulled one out of the middle, and pushed it on the raised surface.

Zhang Xiaolong lowered his head a little sluggishly, only to see that the business card was written in very simple Song style characters - the words famous writer: Su Fengzi.

Then there are dense small characters arranged on the lower edge of the business card, which is enclosed by the title of the book, Zhang Xiaolong took a closer look, only to find that it was the title of the work, most of which were things like "Pet Queen General - Domineering President, Don't Run".

The policewoman exploded on the spot, but she had to suppress her temperament and explain to the people: "This gentleman, the police station is busy with official business, and it is not a place for you to joke." ”

The young writer named "Su Fengzi" was not angry, and still pushed the business card in front of her in a polite and unrefusable manner, saying: "Call the criminal slave company and read it according to the content on the business card." ”

In fact, Zhang Xiaolong could have refused, but at that moment she felt that the person in front of her was indeed a little familiar, which made her pick up the phone in a daze.

She briefly explained the situation at the front desk, but the captain of the criminal police on the other end of the phone fell silent.

Zhang Xiaolong couldn't help urging, and Xing Conglian just said "let him wait" and hung up the phone.

Although the captain's instructions were not particularly clear, it seemed that the other party should stay, Zhang Xiaolong hung up the phone, and the young man in front of him was already leaning on the front desk position very casually, his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and he swept the entire lifeless hall at will, with inquiry in his eyes, but he got rid of a cynical attitude, and looked gentle and deep.

The punishment came quickly.

When he came down from the upper floor with the group, all the police officers in the entire hall raised their heads, and the atmosphere dropped a few degrees.

"Crime Squad ......"

The voices of other police officers and convicts greeting each other were heard sporadically.

Wang Chao was stunned on the stairs, and pointed at Su Fengzi very excitedly, with a look of seeing a ghost, but his eyes were red.

At this time, the young man raised his head and looked up the stairs, and the first thing he said was: "What's the matter, Lin Chen is dead?" ”

Su Fengzi's words made the entire hall so quiet that it was audible for a moment, and all eyes looked at it with a look of forbearance and anger. But young writers don't realize it.

The first to react was the dynasty, and the young man staggered down the stairs, pointing at the young man's nose and scolding: "What do you say! “

Su Fengzi looked at the young man's fingers, reached out to hold the other party's hand, and then touched the top of Wang Dynasty's head, and said leisurely: "Tsk, you didn't hit me, it means that Lin Chen hasn't played himself to death yet, it's really capable." ”

Wang Chao was even more angry, and waved Su Fengzi's hand away, but the young man's language ability was really not Su Fengzi's opponent, so he could only stalk his neck and get angry.

"Please respect Advisor Lin!" Zhang Xiaolong had been watching from the side, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"How can I disrespect him?" Su Fengzi didn't even look at her, but asked casually.

"You said Advisor Lin is dead!" Zhang Xiaolong said seriously, saying that the occasion where she was realized was not as good as what she said. But when Lin Chen did so much, his successor actually made this tune, which made Zhang Xiaolong feel unhappy in his throat.

"That's not even if you're all crying and sad, looking like Lin Chen is no longer good." Su Fengzi bowed slightly, pinched Wang Dynasty's face, and said, "Are you still crying tears?" ”

"You mean, we should be happy, right?" Another police officer who had been standing silently next to him spoke, "When Advisor Lin made such an exchange with his life in order to keep the suspect alive, should we be happy for Advisor Lin's self-sacrifice?" ”

Su Fengzi pondered for a moment and asked the other party: "What's your name?" ”

Probably when Su Fengzi came to take over Lin Chen's position, the police officer stood up and saluted and replied, "Zhang Xingguo." ”

Su Fengzi raised his thumb, pointed at the stone-like police officer with a slight flirtation, and asked Zhang Xiaolong: "Who is it?" ”

Zhang Xiaolong said solemnly: "It is our Deputy Team Zhang who has won two individual second-class merits and one collective third-class merit. ”

"Oh...... It's a hero. Su Fengzi's voice was very relaxed and abrupt, "So, Zhang Xingguo, what is the most dangerous thing you have encountered after being a policeman for so many years?" ”

This question silenced Zhang Xingguo.

"Deputy Team Zhang has dealt with the 721 extraordinarily large gang robbery case!"

"Dangerous?"

"22 guns were seized on the spot, with a total of more than 1,000 rounds of ammunition." Zhang Xiaolong replied.

"Oh, that Zhang Xingguo, when you raise your gun and confront the suspect, make sure you survive?"

"I can't." The silent middle-aged police officer spoke again.

"Then why are you risking your life to do these things?"

Zhang Xingguo saluted again and replied, "Where is the duty." ”

"Oh, then it is your duty to risk your life, and Lin Chen has no duty for him?

Zhang Xingguo was speechless for a while, and could only say: "Consultant Lin is not a front-line police officer. ”

Su Fengzi finally stood up straight, he looked at Zhang Xingguo, and seemed to be looking at everyone: "Even if he is not a front-line police officer, I know that many times negotiators will say when facing hostages, please let me exchange your hostage." Are they 100% sure that they will survive when they say this? I don't think so, the same thing happens every day, why is it put on Lin Chen, he seems to be particularly respectable, making you uncomfortable? ”

"But, Brother Ah Chen is different!" Seeing this, the dynasty finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.

Zhang Xiaolong saw the young man take out a piece of candy from his pocket, tore open the candy paper and stuffed it into the young man's mouth at a lightning speed, pinched his face, and said with a smile: "Young man, you are so good at drilling the tip of the horns, is there no object?" ”

Although Su Fengzi was laughing, the entire hall fell into a dead silence atmosphere again, and no one spoke again.

Su Fengzi glanced at the Torture Conglian who was standing on a high place, then looked at everyone present, and said, "You and Lin Chen have exchanged positions, who will not make the same choice as him, please take a step forward." ”

Time passed minute by minute, Zhang Xiaolong raised his eyes and saw that there were dozens of people in the entire hall, and no one had moved. 166 Reading Network