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After the selection, the white light in the glass pillar converged, and the final result was a pair of football boots that looked quite old.

【Name:Jazz Dance】

[Type: Armor]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Defense: Weak]

[Attributes: None]

[Special Effect: Increases the speed limit of running, and greatly reduces the physical cost of walking or running for a long time]

[Note: These shoes belong to an unprecedented winger, who is the first European footballer of the year, an excellent dribbling master.] In his career spanning more than 30 years, he has never been shown a red or yellow card. Another athlete known as the king of the ball once commented that "he was the one who taught us how to play football". 】

"It's good...... And there are no equipment conditions. Feng Bujue said: "Even if you get stronger foot armor in the future, this can be sold for a good price." ”

When he equipped the sneaker directly, he heard a system prompt: [If the equipment part contains "Vanity Peripherals", you can select your preferred appearance in the menu]

Feng Bu unconsciously checked it, the meaning of this function is that players can choose to display the appearance of the shoes that come with the system, or they can display the shoes after they are equipped. When the mall opens in the future, there will be many fashion peripherals on the shelves. I believe that by then, from head to toe, they will be wrapped in fancy clothes bought by RMB, and there will be no fewer players who will not show their equipment, but show their favorite style.

But in the closed beta stage, when there was no mall, there were more people who chose to display equipment. In fact, this is also a kind of vanity, people always like to show something that they have but others don't, and the envy and jealousy of others can bring quite a sense of satisfaction.

After tidying up the space, the nerve connection was disconnected unconsciously.

When I came out of the game pod, about two hours later, the night was dark, the wind was howling outside the window, and there were no stars in the city sky. Of course, Feng Bujue rarely looks.

Young people in big cities rarely fall asleep before midnight, whether they have to wake up early the next day, and they would rather doze off at 6 a.m. on the crowded subway or bus than sacrifice their own time after work. Feng Bujue is a typical day and night, he gets up at noon every day, and usually goes to bed at nearly four o'clock at night, he thinks that the early hours of every day are the best time for his inspiration.

But today, although there are still two or three hours before midnight, Feng Bujue suddenly feels that he has a creation**. He boiled a whole pot of coffee, sat down in front of the computer, and started typing on the keyboard.

His pen name is "Unaware", and the novel he is serializing for the magazine is called "Second-rate Detective and Cat", in fact, he originally just wanted to write a first-class detective story. But in his time, commercial novels had to be gimmicky, just like many comics used female characters to attract attention, the novel industry also had to follow the laws of the market, no matter how many years have passed, people's curiosity and beauty hunting mentality will always be a breakthrough.

As a self-proclaimed artist, he could easily find characters who seemed to resonate spiritually, such as Millet (a French painter who was forced by life to change his shoes with his sketches, change his bed with oil paintings, and painted some beautiful works to cater to the senses of the bourgeoisie) or Titian (well, this one out of interest).

In short, Feng Bujue finally compromised and added the gimmick so that he could write detective stories that he liked to write and was good at writing. The setting of this "Second-rate Detective and Cat" is just to split a protagonist into two characters. Originally, the protagonist of this book was supposed to be a shrewd fellow, but now, well, he has become a kind but incompetent second-rate detective, until one day, he discovers that his cat can speak, and only he can understand, and the cat happens to have god-like reasoning skills......

The editor of the magazine also praised Feng Bujue, saying that his setting is well used, and the funny interaction between the protagonist and the cat in the novel can dilute the overall gloomy style of detective novels. Feng Bujue gradually discovered the advantages of writing like this, first, it can buffer the tense plot, and second, it can make up the number of words......

In addition to this serial, Feng Bujue is also writing a long story, which is the kind of published novel that can really make him some money, as mentioned earlier. Originally, the creation of that book was almost completely bottlenecked, and he didn't start writing for a month, but tonight, Feng Bujue had inspiration again, and began to continue to pile up the story called "Nightmare Endings".

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There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, when the sky was about to dawn, Feng unconsciously saved the document, and finally stood up from the computer desk, he stretched, yawned and glanced at the time, it was already four forty in the morning. Feng Bujue just remembered that yesterday was the Qingming Festival...... Dream Company specially chose such a day to start the internal beta of Thriller Park, which can be regarded as a promotional method used by an online game with horror as a selling point.

Now that it has reached this point, the breakfast stall outside the door of the community should also be set up, Feng Buju's mind is still full of various plots in the novel, and he is not tired at all, he decided to go out to eat something and come back to sleep.

He grabbed the key and some change (he only had change) and went downstairs, fifteen minutes later he was on his way home with scallion pancakes and fritters.

When I returned to the community, I could already see some elderly residents coming out for morning exercises, or rushing to the gate of the community hospital early to line up.

Feng Bujue rarely has contact with his neighbors, and at this time of day, he is usually just asleep. For him, the day begins at noon.

"Meow~" There was a small black and white cat on the side of the road, and it barked at him when it passed in front of him.

Feng Bujue stopped, looked at the cat for a few seconds, and confirmed, yes...... Its eyes were fixed on the breakfast in its hand.

"I said you......" Feng Bujue came to the cat and squatted down, looked at the wild cat without a collar around his neck, and said softly: "Do you also eat fried flour?" ”

"Meow." The cat seemed to be completely unafraid of the living, and at this moment the voice seemed to answer "yes".

"These days, I only have clear soup and noodles to eat." As he spoke, Feng Bujue broke a small piece of scallion pancake and handed it to the cat's mouth: "This is the only thing I can buy with the last few dollars, which has oil and water." ”

The cat stretched its head forward a little, sniffed the food that Feng unconsciously handed over with his nose, and then ate the scallion pancake in one bite, it licked its tongue, and then "meow~" again, it seems that this bite is not enough.

Feng Bujue broke a small piece of bread for it, "It looks completely uncute, and it doesn't look like a precious breed, but it dares to beg for food directly from strange humans, and it has to be inch-inch......" He mocked, and instinctively broke the next piece of scallion pancake, and went up very quickly: "Give me a serious trash can, bastard!" ”

Speaking of trash cans, Feng unconsciously glanced up at the three sorted trash cans in front of the apartment building, those cup-shaped trash cans on the four sides are very high, about one meter four, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, if the cat wants to jump in and turn over things, it must take advantage of the time when the trash can is full, otherwise it is possible to jump in, unable to climb out, in case it is dumped into the garbage truck, it will basically become a dead cat.

"Hey......" Feng Bujue sighed, simply tore half of the cake, sprinkled it on the palm of his hand, and stretched it out in front of the cat: "Actually, it is not easy for you wild cats, I heard that in winter, in our community, there is a cat hiding under a car to rely on the residual temperature of the engine to keep warm, and in the morning, after the unsuspecting owner started the car, it was crushed to death." He touched the kitten's head, and there were some things that he preferred to talk to the cat, and in the face of humans, he couldn't say anything: "You stray cats can only live for an average of three years, and I, maybe I will die suddenly at any time due to an unknown disease in the brain, and today we are destined to ......" He took the remaining half of the cake, put it in his mouth and took a bite, and then said vaguely: "...... You can eat the same bread, maybe you can be brothers in the next life......"

"Xiaofeng, is that you?" A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Feng Bujue turned his face away and saw his landlord's aunt. The aunt's surname is Liu, she has been retired for five years, and her wife's surname is He, who is a retired cadre. Although Aunt Liu usually speaks a little impulsively, she is actually quite good.

This Aunt Liu lives in the same building as Feng Bujue, and she has three suites under her name, one of which is on the other side of the community, and she has also rented it out. And the two sets in this building, because Aunt Liu thought the thirteenth floor was unlucky, so she lived on the eighth floor, and the other room was rented to Feng Bujue for a long time.

"It's really you, I'm worried about the wrong person." Aunt Liu was carrying a vegetable basket in her hand, and she should have just come back from the vegetable field: "It's really the sun coming out of the west today, and I can actually see you downstairs early in the morning?" She turned her gaze to the little cat, and the topic also changed: "I said Xiaofeng, it's not that the aunt said you, how can the wild cat be fed, you feed it today, and five or six squatting will pop up here tomorrow, aren't you causing trouble to other neighbors?" ”

"Makes sense." Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds, and replied: "It seems that there is only one way......" He held the breakfast in one hand and picked up the dirty wild cat in the other, "Take it home and raise it." ”

Aunt Liu was stunned: "You kid really makes his own decisions, have you asked me?" ”

"Look...... In our community, dogs can be raised, and this cat doesn't go out...... "Feng Bujue squeezed out a smiling face, wanting to sell a cute.

"Do you really want to raise it?" Aunt Liu thought that Feng Bujue was just talking casually. Suddenly, her demeanor changed slightly, she looked at Feng Bujue's face, and then at the cat: "Hey...... Don't say it, you two look alike. She looked down a little more: "And this cat is also male." ”

The corners of Feng Bujue's mouth twitched: "Auntie, there is a problem with the use of 'also' in your sentence...... I'm a 'male' ......"

"Auntie doesn't chew words with you, you are a cultural person, and I am not." Aunt Liu said: "Let's make it clear first, you can really raise this cat, but your nest is messy enough, and you have to pay more attention to hygiene if you have a cat, most of the people in our building are elderly, if anyone comes to me and says that you have a smell there......"

"I'll just cook it and eat it." Feng didn't feel like he grabbed the road.

"Meow!" As if she understood, the little flower cat barked dissatisfiedly in Feng Buju's arm.

"Cook your head! Cook it and you can't cook it either. Aunt Liu took a step and said as she walked: "Let's go ......"

"Where?" Feng Bujue said.

"Go to the pet clinic in the community and give it a vaccination." Aunt Liu said: "What should I do if it has cat plague on it?" ”

"Uh......" Feng Bujue hesitated for a few seconds and said, "That's the case...... I've been on hand lately......"

"When did you kid run out of money?" Aunt Liu interrupted: "Okay, okay, Auntie will help you cushion first, and just pay me back when you pay the rent." As soon as she took a step, she stopped: "Look at my brain, let me go upstairs and put the food down first." ”

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When Feng Bujue returned home, it was already seven o'clock in the morning, and he not only brought back a cat, but also a bunch of things such as a sand table, cat food, plastic bowls, toys, etc......

"Let's not be brothers in the next life." Feng Bujue held the little flower cat in front of his eyes: "You should still be reincarnated as a woman, and use ** to repay my kindness." ”

"Meow." The little flower cat yawned lazily, and her expression seemed to cast a disdainful look at Feng Bujue.

Feng Bujue pressed the answering machine while packing up his things, and the recording voice sounded: "You have, 1, a message." ”

Mu Ne's voice was followed by a beep, and then Wang Sizhi's voice came from inside: "Brother Jue, don't answer the phone again?" Today's day off, I'll come to your house in the afternoon and bring you some meat to eat, anyway, you're here, that's it. ”

At this time, the little cat jumped to the phone, stretched out its paws and scratched the button of the phone, sniffed it with its nose, and then lost interest and jumped on the sofa and lay down.

"It's like Lao Tzu is very idle at home every day." Feng Buyun muttered to himself unhappily, but in fact...... He's just idle.

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