Loki looked a little embarrassed right now.

Although the four fingers he had been cut off had grown by this time, they still looked a little different from the original ones on the other hand, and his skin color and size were somewhat like newborns.

And the blood flow in the place where Zhang Heng slashed his chest has long been stopped, and the non-healing attribute of the [Tibetan Sheath] is like having no effect on him at all, but if you look closely, you can see that his wound is not completely healed, but it has become extremely small, and the blood flow can no longer flow out of it, and there is such a small wound on his severed finger, as for the gunshot wound in the abdomen, it has recovered as before.

Now Loki looks like a middle-aged person, a social animal who has just been optimized by the company, walking on the way home with a sad face, sighing as he walks, as if he is having a headache How to face his wife and children who are waiting for him to get off work at home.

He deliberately slowed down, rubbed for a while, and stopped in front of a clothing store for a moment to change into a new coat before continuing on his road.

During this period, he also heard the sound of helicopters flying overhead, looked up at the planes flying out of the city, made a gesture of aiming and shooting, and after entertaining himself, his mood value seemed to have rebounded, and he resumed his brisk pace, humming a little song in his mouth, and bouncing forward, and finally came to an apartment building.

The apartment building doesn't look special, just like any other apartment building in town, and it looks deserted because of the Great Evacuation.

Loki also encountered a cat downstairs, which was squatting on the edge of a flower bed licking its paws, unlike the stray cats that had been exposed to radiation, deformed, and skinny due to lack of food.

Loki walked up to the cat, crouched down and scratched the latter's chin, the cat also showed a comfortable expression, and at the same time, the body began to change, as if the blocks were put together, if the player saw this scene nearby, they probably couldn't help but sigh, because the cat is exactly like the one in the game Minecraft.

Loki's mouth also made a slurping sound, and he left a can of fish for the cube-shaped cat, before getting up and continuing on his way.

As a result, I met a man dressed as a mercenary at the gate, not the kind of mercenary who is active in the modern world to fight for the warlords in local wars to make money, but the kind of mercenary dressed in the Middle Ages in the world of swords and magic.

He wore a suit of chain mail, carried two swords on his back, one of steel and one of silver, and the long scar on his left eye showed that he had a great deal of combat experience, but none of this was as conspicuous as his golden pupils and white hair.

Loki sighed when he saw the white-haired man, "And said that I didn't follow the rules, and he didn't play more excessively, and even "The Witcher" was reorganized." ”

And as soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired man opposite also spoke, and said in his low, hoarse and masculine voice, "You look terrible, the day is not going well, what, did you quarrel with your girlfriend?" ”

"Typical Geralt humor," Loki shrugged, "but I have a good relationship with my wife and lover, but thanks to your boss, I almost got chopped up." ”

"So you're here to get back on the field?" The white-haired man said as he placed a hand on the hilt of the silver sword behind him.

"Relax, witcher," Loki said, "I'm just coming here to say hello to the Founder of this world and pay my humble respects. ”

"I can smell intrigue and trickery from you ten miles away, you better be as honest as you say, evil god, or the sword in my hand is for you." The white-haired man said coldly, but after staring at Loki for half a second, he still moved out of his way.

"Thank you immensely." Loki said politely, and as he passed by the white-haired man, he whispered in the latter's ear, "If you're tired of all this, if you're tired of being manipulated, you can come to me if you want to change jobs." ”

"Put away your devil's whispers, I've been tested by the grass, and I'm determined." The white-haired man replied.

Loki didn't care, and glanced behind him again, where there seemed to be a hooded figure hiding in the shadows, and Loki waved at the man, but seeing that the other party did not respond, he was not angry, and took a step and continued to walk upstairs.

He climbed up to the third floor, finally stopped in front of room 302, reached out and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

"I'm coming in." Loki grinned, then pushed open the unlocked door.

After all the residents of the city left by car, no one expected that there was a little boy about ten years old in room 302, his parents should have evacuated with the convoy, and there were still traces left by them rummaging around before leaving.

However, the careless couple forgot to take their child and left the latter alone in the abandoned city, where the devil knows how he got there alone these days.

However, he didn't cry when Loki found him, he was much quieter than the average child, sitting on the floor with his back to the door.

Loki, as if fearing that he would scare the little boy, walked up behind him and saw that the latter was playing Go with him, white in one hand and black in the other, and was happily killing on the board.

The abandoned little boy seemed to have put his mind completely into the chess game, and even Loki walked behind him without noticing until Loki coughed twice and said, "I'm just curious about a question, if you win in the end, do you lose or win?" ”

"For me, winning or losing is far less joyful than playing chess itself." The little boy was looking at the lower right corner of the chessboard, the small piece of territory where the battle of Othello was most intense, and when he heard Loki ask a question, he replied casually, his voice full of childishness peculiar to his age.

"So we still have something in common." Loki licked his face almost.

But unexpectedly, the little boy shook his head and said, "No, you and I are two types of people, I respect the rules of the game, because in the vast majority of cases, you can only get the most fun by playing under the rules, which is why the rules exist, they are not only constraints, but also a source of fun." ”