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00:00 a.m.

The streets of City A are still brightly lit, and Xian Yu is holding a battery in his right hand and carrying a light blue satchel on his back, wandering around the street.

[You don't really plan to rent a house at night, do you?] 〕

Blue Frost curiously sent a data message.

- No, I don't.

Xian Yu shrugged his shoulders.

[Then what are you doing wandering around this street?] 〕

- I wanted to find an Internet café, but I got lost.

Xian Yu replied with an innocent face.

〔………… Do you want to go to an internet café and go online with the "Wandering Swordsman" template? 〕

- Right.

Xian Yu nodded.

- If it's in the dormitory, it will arouse Lu Ge's suspicions, after all, I can't log in to the template of "Yilin" before eight o'clock in the morning.

[Oh.] 〕

- By the way, in the real world, can you navigate?

[Can ............]

- Oh, help me navigate the nearest Internet café.

〔…… Calcium oxide! Do you really use me as a navigator? 〕

- Or else? You can't give me a gang building order and hand it over to the 'world is safe'......

[It's not fun to brush it, right?] 〕

- I guess you also have a setting where you can't farm things, right? ……

[Okay, okay, I'll give you a navigation......]

…………

Ten minutes later, Xian Yu stood in front of an Internet café with a health rating of C.

After a long pause, Xian Yu stepped forward and put his hand on the glass door: "Fortunately, the data can block the sense of smell ......"

There were not many people in the Internet café, looking around, only a few immortal-looking cultivators gathered in a corner on a few computers to turn black, and a few people were smoking while playing with computers, looking down, there were a few cigarette butts lying on the ground every short distance.

Xian Yu raised his gaze a little more, and saw a middle-aged woman dozing off on the counter, he couldn't help but turn his head to look out the window, and sighed in his heart - sure enough, the protagonist in the novel can meet a beautiful young lady when he goes to an Internet café, and then a set of show operations that make the girl admire the routine, which is all deceitful......

Just as he was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from the front: "Children, go home, minors can't enter the Internet café." ”

Moving back to his gaze, it was the middle-aged female webmaster who woke up and saw him, yawning, and reminded with sleepy eyes.

"emmm......" Xian Yu couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, feeling that this is still a conscientious boss, and the good guy card will be sent first......

However, Xian Yu did not leave just because he heard the reminder of the middle-aged woman's network administrator, but walked forward, stood in front of the counter, and looked at the middle-aged woman (emmm, height difference) sitting on a high chair.

"I don't have a home."

"I don't have enough money to rent a house."

"So I want to rent a game warehouse here for one night."

Xian Yu said with a sincere face, and he almost believed it.

"Oh?" The middle-aged woman webmaster looked at him suspiciously.

[She doesn't believe you, why don't you show her your death certificate?] 〕

——………… What kind of logic is this?

[The guardian is a psychopath, and he died, of course he has no home~]

——…………

- I'm not a psychopath

[All in a psychiatric hospital, not yet?] 〕

- to avoid debts.

[Hiding from debts...... Well, it seems to be true. 〕

- But I'm not here to hide from debt now.

[Oh?] 〕

[Without dreams, you will become a salted fish.] 〕

- I was originally a Xian ...... emmm, I hate this homonym.

- But I'm not going to give up.

[What is your dream?] 〕

- The truth about AI's emotional experiment, and the truth about "Second World" and the disappearance of Zero.

- You and 10 are both data, so you should have such hope, right?

[Heh, then you think too much, sorry I didn't.] 〕