White...... Blue...... Purple...... Orange......

These more specific colors made the corners of Qing Gong's mouth twitch slightly, and he remembered some bad memories from his previous life.

In his previous life, he often played a card game, and the rarity of the cards in it was sorted according to this color.

Qing Gong is not bad at brainpower, he actually likes that type more, but the only thing he is more pitiful is that his hand to draw cards is particularly black.

The card deck that the game is paired with is not obtained by digging stones, and it often needs to be drawn through card packs, which is also the most headache in the previous life of the Qing Palace. Often a card pack opens a set of blue sky and white clouds, the only blue rare or card pack must be given, otherwise to the extent that the Qing Palace draws cards black, most of the five ordinary will appear.

Now that he had crossed over to this world, Qing Gong suddenly heard this familiar hierarchy again, and couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his liver, and at the same time, a roaring voice was recalled in his mind again.

"You'll never have oranges!"

"There will be no orange in the end!"

"There is no orange in a lifetime!"

"No Orange ......"

"Meow!" A suspicious cat roar sounded from the top of Qing Gong's head, and Xia Luo rubbed her eyes and looked at her master a little strangely.

Why does the always handsome and dashing male protagonist kneel on the ground in a frustrated state of bending forward?

"Ahem." Qing Gong struggled to dispel the voice in his head, shook his head diligently, calmed his head again, took a sip of coffee, and began to try to analyze the situation.

It doesn't necessarily mean that Hearthstone was invented by Eric Dodds and Ben Brode of this world, right?

Putting away the coffee cup, Qing Gong began to listen carefully to the conversation of the few people.

Those few people seemed to be nothing more than junior high school students, and it was not difficult to eavesdrop on their conversations, and it was under the condition that Qing Gong's ability was further advanced. It took him a while to figure out what they were talking about.

"Indian poker?" Qing Gong muttered with a strange face, "Put that thing on top of your head, and you can dream differently?" ”

Qing Gong's first reaction when he heard the news was that this was probably some kind of strange urban legend, but when he subconsciously clicked on the urban legend website to search, he was stunned to find that there was no legend related to Indian poker on the website!

"What the hell is this...... Qing Gong suddenly became interested.

An obviously suspicious-sounding thing could not be found on the website of urban legends, but it was circulating everywhere, which made Xiang Qing Gong can't help but have a trace of curiosity, and driven by this curiosity, he chose to continue the search.

Sure enough, on the normal Internet, the Qing Palace found the description of this 'Indian poker'.

"This thing was actually made by a human?" Looking at the information on his phone, Qing Gong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with interest, "And it seems that you can do it yourself?" Wait...... There are still privately sold? ”

"This kind of unconventional thing shouldn't be sold in stores......" Qing Gong couldn't help but pout as he looked at the various materials and production methods on the Internet.

According to the information on the Internet, this kind of thing called 'Indian Poker' is a special card that can 'see' other people's dreams, the card itself is made of special materials, it seems to be made of special materials, but the machine that makes the card into 'Indian Poker' is very common, and it only needs to be made of a device similar to the power operation with some simple parts and shells, which is not complicated.

As long as the 'dreamer' wears that device before going to bed, the dreams he has during sleep will be recorded and stored in a card, and if someone puts the made card on or near his head before going to bed, he can dream the same dream as the 'dreamer'.

This sounds a little incredible, but the Qing Palace didn't feel too surprised, because for the school city, there are too many strange things, and quite a lot of them are difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, in the eyes of the Qing Palace, the authenticity of this thing doesn't seem to be too high.

Just when Qing Gong wanted to search this matter further, suddenly, Qing Gong's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Seeing that the caller showed 'Yunchuan Qinya', Qing Gong raised his eyebrows slightly and picked up the phone.

"Why, call me this time instead of the Internet?"

"Probably because I'm afraid of being misunderstood as a madman talking to himself." On the other end of the phone, Yun Chuan Qinya's tone was quite humorous, and from her tone, Qing Gong could probably hear that it was not a big problem.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" Qing Gong casually hugged Xia Luo off the top of his head, put Xia Luo on his lap, and said while scratching Xia Luo's round chin while holding the phone between his shoulders.

"Kihara Phantom is dead."

Hearing this news, Qing Gong subconsciously shook.

"Really?"

"I've been dead for five days." Yunchuan Qinya's voice carried a hint of indifference, "In the hospital of the second school district, he died silently, and the ward with him was sealed as a forbidden area, if it weren't for a nurse who happened to pass by today and smelled the smell inside, I'm afraid no one would know about it." For five days, the corpses stinked. ”

Hearing this voice at first glance, Qing Gong was silent for a moment, and a strange feeling of suffering from gains and losses suddenly rose in his heart, as if he was suddenly relaxed, and it seemed that he was a little uncomfortable because he had put down too many things.

"Who's doing it?" After a long while, Qing Gong pondered for a moment and asked.

"Who knows." Yunchuan Qinya chuckled, "I was stabbed through the heart, and the knife edge was no more than three centimeters, who probably guessed it." ”

"Sure enough." In Qing Gong's mind, the figure of the young man who was exactly the same as himself flashed, and then sighed slightly, "Although I did kill at that time, but judging from the fact that the 'external brain substitute' that the police saw at that time had not yet failed, I knew that Kihara was not dead, but I didn't expect it to ......."

"He's still dead."

"Isn't that just right?" As if feeling the faint sorrow in Qing Gong's heart, Yunchuan Qinya comforted, "Isn't it good that you and his grievances will end the other bond with you and him?" ”

"It's good, it's just...... Hey, forget it. Qing Gong exhaled deeply, as if he had blown away all the unhappiness and gloom in his heart, "It's just a little emotional." ”

"yes." Yunchuan Qinya chuckled, "After sighing, it's time to return to work." ”

"That's right...... By the way, bring me a deck of Indian poker when you come back to base. ”

“......？？？”

After putting down the phone, Qing Gong looked at the sky in a daze, and after a long time, he exhaled softly, and the previous look of amazement on his face completely disappeared, and a sincere smile that had not been seen for a long time slowly appeared on his face.

"Daddy, have you seen it......" Qing Gong said softly, thinking about the wooden fish carving around his neck, which was one of the few memorials left by Daddy, "I survived." ”

"If you were still there, you would be proud now." Looking at the sky, Qing Gong smiled faintly, "No, it should be said that I am more proud." ”

"After all, your other son is as good as you!"

At this moment, Qing Gong's mobile phone rang again, Qing Gong picked it up casually, and didn't look at the caller, so he picked it up directly, and the next moment, Qing Gong immediately laughed.

"Moximoxi, my eldest lady?"

The title is fake...

(End of chapter)