Watching Travis' avatar easily kill dozens of creatures, women, men, and animals, she found herself using her skills as a posture expert. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Of course, she knew that it was computer software that controlled the boy's movements and posture. However, she could already see that his avatar had more graceful and fluid movements than most of the others. In fights, he doesn't wield weapons at will like other characters. He didn't panic, he stepped back a little and waited until his opponent was at a loss. First with a quick blow, then with a stab, that character is dead. He kept on guard

Ti, always look around.

From this, it may be possible to see what kind of life strategy the boy adopts. Plan your attack carefully, know your target in advance, and then attack quickly.

She pondered as she analyzed the computer avatar. This case is strange enough.

"I want to talk to him."

"With Travis? Or with Stricker?"

"That's right. Get up close and personal with him. ”

Bolin was stunned for a moment, "I don't know if the navigation instructions work. But I don't think I'm able to walk. ”

"Come on."

Boleyn commanded Greenleaf to approach Stricker through the keyboard. He was leaning over a monster he had just killed, looting corpses.

As soon as she enters the attacking distance. Stricker sensed that Katyusha's avatar was approaching, and he jumped to his feet, sword in one hand and shield in the other. Stricker glared off-screen. His eyes were as black as those of the demon Kichar.

"How do I send a message?"

Bolin clicked a button at the bottom of the screen, and a box opened. "Like instant messaging, it can now be sent. Enter your information and click the back button. Remember to use abbreviations or elite language as much as possible. The easiest thing to do is to replace the letter ok with the number 1 and the number 2 instead of move. ”

Katyusha took a deep breath. She stared at the killer's animated face, her hands shaking.

"Stricker, you're good." As the avatar approached, the phrase appeared in a balloon-shaped circle above the green leaf's head.

"Who are you?" Stricker took a few steps back, clenching his sword.

"I'm just a loser."

Boleyn told her, "Good job, but don't mind grammar and punctuation." Don't capitalize and don't use periods. Question marks are OK. ”

Katyusha continued: "Seeing you fighting, you are really an elite samurai." Her breath was short, and her heart was tense.

"Great." Boleyn whispered.

"Where is your sphere of influence?"

"What does he mean by that?" Katyusha asked, feeling a pang of fear.

"I think he's asking you what country you belong to, what faction you belong to. There are hundreds and thousands of factions. I don't know any of the factions in this game. Tell him you're a newbie. He spelled the word novice, "It's someone who has just come to play this game, but wants to learn how to play it." ”

"It's just a newbie, I'm here to have fun and have fun, I want you to teach it."

There was a pause.

"You mean you're a rookie."

"What does that mean?" Katyusha asked.

"A novice is just a beginner, while a rookie is a loser, a self-righteous but incapable. It's an insulting word. Travis often calls people rookies online. You just laugh it off, but say you're not. You really want to learn from him. ”

"Hahaha, but I'm not a rookie, I want to learn."

"Are you spicy?"

Katyusha asked Bolin, "Is he teasing me?"

"I don't know. In this case, the question is a bit strange. ”

"Somebody says that about me."

"Your keyboard skills are funny."

"Oh no, he's noticed that you're a little sluggish in losing. He was suspicious. Turn the conversation back to him. ”

"I really want to learn, can you teach me something?"

There was a pause, then "one thing."

Katyusha loses: "What is it?"

He hesitated for a moment.

Then two words appeared in the balloon-shaped circle of Travis's incarnation: "To die."

Although Katyusha instinctively taps the arrow keys or slides the touchpad to raise an arm to protect herself. But it was still not too late.

Travis's avatar quickly rushed forward. Attacking her with a sword over and over again. Two figures pop up from a box in the upper left corner of the screen, filled with white: Strick on the left and green leaves on the right.

"No!" She whispered, Travis slashing desperately.

The white padding in the outline of the green leaves fades away. Boleyn said, "That's your life force flowing out like blood. Counterattack. You have a sword. Out of the sword!" He taps the screen, "Place the cursor over it and click with the mouse." ”

She started clicking up. The heart was filled with inexplicable and violent panic.

Stricker easily fended off her avatar's crazy blows.

As Midoriba's power waned on the gauge, the avatar fell to his knees and the sword fell out. She lay on her back on the ground, arms and legs outstretched, powerless to resist.

Katyusha sensed the vulnerability she had once had in her life.

"You don't have much strength left," said Boleyn, "and you're powerless." "The gauge is empty.

Stricker stopped slashing at Greenleaf's corpse. He moved closer to look closer at the computer monitor.

"Who are you?" The word popped up in the instant message.

"I'm Green Leaf. Why did you kill me?"

"Who are you?"

"It's all in capital letters, he's shouting," Boleyn said. He's crazy. ”

"Type the word 'please'?" Katyusha's hands were shaking, and her chest felt suffocated. As if these weren't bytes of electronic data, but some real people; She's completely trapped in the virtual world.

Travis then instructed Stricker to step forward and plunge his sword into Greenleaf's abdomen. Blood spurted out. The meter in the top left was replaced by a message: "You're dead."

"Oh." Katyusha shouted. Her palms were sweaty and trembling, and her breath was intermittently moving in and out of her dry lips. Travis' avatar stared coldly at the screen, then turned and ran towards the forest. Without a pause, he swept his sword toward the neck of a turned-avatar, slicing off the monster's head.

He disappeared.

"He didn't want to plunder corpses. He's on the run. He wanted to escape as fast as possible. He realized something. Bolin moved closer to Katyusha, now their legs rubbing together, "I want to see something." He began to type. Another box appeared, which read, "Stricker is not online."

Katyusha felt a heart-wrenching chill spread down her spine and throughout her body, freezing cold.