As soon as it was dark, the scene in Fu Shuai's eyes changed from the living room of the researcher's residence to an empty transfer station preparation area, and Xue Qiong, who was still wearing the iconic windbreaker and trousers, with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes open and closed, and a pistol in his hand seemed to be aimed at something, standing in place like a statue.

Fu Shuai had already gotten the news that Xue Qiong had brought a terrorist organization in Africa in the past few days... And Fu Shuai also knew the accuracy of Xue Qiong's use of the gun, and knew that he couldn't use the pistol to fight, so Xue Qiong should have been executing others before he was teleported? Or a threat?

Thinking of this, Fu Shuai, who was looking at Xue Qiong's back, just wanted to say something, but Xue Qiong moved his fingers and shot all the bullets in the gun against the wall where there was nothing.

The white walls of the preparation area were of course hard enough that ordinary pistol bullets didn't leave even a trace, and those bullets bounced off the walls and turned into ricocheting bullets all over the place...

Moreover, because this room was completely closed, not only did the sound of the gunshots become extremely huge under the effect of the echo, but those bullets also bounced many times, and in an instant, the whole room was a clanging noise, even if Xue Qiong was standing in front of Fu Shuai and shooting forward, the bullets that rebounded back almost hit him!

When the flying bullets hit Xue Qiong, except for the first shot that landed without causing any damage, the rest went directly into Xue Qiong's body, and when the blood splashed, Xue Qiong didn't react at all...

Fu Shuai took out the M metal scalpel and waved it with both hands, finally blocking all the bullets that were about to hit him, but seeing that Xue Qiong just looked back at him expressionlessly, the whole person disappeared here in an instant.

"Boss?!"

As a result, Fu Shuai stretched out his right hand alone, posing in a classic Erkang shape, looking at the four walls in vain, with only a few deformed brass bullets around him, rolling weakly on the ground...

Fu Shuai laughed twice awkwardly, "This... It must have been teleported in advance, right? ”

But think about it carefully, judging from the experience that Xue Qiong said before, in fact, the time of teleportation from the preparation area of the transfer station has nothing to do with the time of entering the plot world, no matter when people in the same team leave, they all appear in the plot world at the same time, so Fu Shuai also felt that there was no need to catch up, but sat down on the spot, called up the exchange menu for supplies, and asked while browsing unhurriedly: "Beacon, can the resort world inquire in advance?" ”

[Sorry, I can't check it.] 】

"Hmm..."Fu Shuai scratched his hair embarrassedly, "yes, anyway, in principle, it's just for us to take a vacation, no matter how dangerous the plot world is, normally it shouldn't fall on our heads, so it doesn't matter which world it is..."

So Fu Shuai didn't think about what he had or didn't, but spent the points on his body carefully until there was only a little left... Although it is nominally a vacation world, Fu Shuai does not have the idea of resting at ease, but has a plan to make a fortune, plus he has not many points left, so in his plan, he does not even need to leave the points of stay on the first day.

After the preparations were completely done, Fu Shuai chose to teleport unhurriedly. Sure enough, after his eyes went dark, Fu Shuai saw Xue Qiong's face again.

When Fu Shuai regained consciousness, he leaned forward and sat on a light yellow fabric couch, while Xue Qiong sat on Fu Shuai's left hand side, another single sofa perpendicular to the couch, with a tablet computer on his lap, holding an electronic pen in his right hand, and maintaining a posture of recording something.

Xue Qiong put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and looked at the surrounding scene, and Fu Shuai also coincidentally did the same thing.

No matter how embarrassed they were before, even if Fu Shuai still had something to say, their instinct would still drive their bodies to confirm the current situation at the first time.

It was a slightly cramped rectangular room, with no room for anything but two sofas, a small coffee table, and a bookshelf.

Xue Qiong was sitting facing the solid wood door, while Fu Shuai was facing the bookshelf. There is a soft light gray carpet on the floor, and there is a floor-to-ceiling window with curtains on the back of the single sofa, and the sunlight spills into the room through the same pale yellow curtains, so that the whole room has a feeling of warmth and safety that people can unconsciously relax, although the air conditioner that was installed on top of Fu Shuai's head was also turned on very much...

There are few gaps on the wall, hanging a few ordinary landscape paintings, and a sign full of Japanese, although neither of them can read Japanese, but the numbers in Japanese are the same as Chinese after all, and judging from the format listed one by one after the numbers, it should be some rules and regulations or something.

Fu Shuai found that he was wearing what seemed to be a student uniform, while Xue Qiong was wearing a casual suit. The windbreaker that Xue Qiong was wearing before that was punched by a bullet should have been automatically stored in the storage space, and he was obviously shot a few times, and he didn't choose to repair it before teleporting, but at this time he still looked completely uninjured... You must know that at the normal rate of bleeding, even if he changed into this clothes in an instant, the blood from those gunshot wounds should have seeped out through the clothes at this time.

"Hmm, it hurts..."Fu Shuai suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his cheeks like a child with tooth decay, the organ replacement beacon is not good, although it can be teleported instantly, but the sharp pain when teleporting has to suffer every time.

But Xue Qiong didn't make any reaction, after roughly confirming the surrounding situation, he threw the folder on his lap to the side, and the whole person was stuck in the sofa, his mouth was unconsciously open, and his eyes were staring at the ceiling blankly...

[Beacon transmission completed.] This world is a resort world, and there is no limit on the number of points that can be withdrawn; Complete integration of the world in five minutes, and automatically master the main languages of the world; The cost of staying in this world is doubled, and 100 points will be deducted every day for 10 days, and you now have 1 tradable point. Good luck, 34B598OI. 】

The beacon's prompt was nothing special, but Fu Shuai, who looked at Xue Qiong, opened his mouth wide in a daze... Because, he saw several bullets, which were rolling out of the hem of Xue Qiong's clothes and trouser legs, and then fell on the soft carpet, making an inaudible sound of landing.

"Boss, what..."Fu Shuai finally couldn't help but start talking, "This should be Japan, right?" And this room, what kind of school's psychological counseling room should it be? So I'm a problem student, and you're a teacher, right? ”

"Hmm..." Xue Qiong made a weak sound from her nose, and she didn't turn her gaze.

Regardless of Xue Qiong's reaction, Fu Shuai continued: "The nurse asked me to tell you, bald... He already knew that there would be a day, and you don't have to blame yourself, boss..."

"Hmm."

"Boss, when you came back from the money, although the accountant was still that natural face, and I was equivalent to running for nothing, we were actually very happy, because we all knew that although you walked away, Boss, you still didn't leave us, you still thought about us..."

"Hmm."

Fu Shuai took out the small rag bag made of non-woven fabric, put it on the coffee table and said, "By the way, the director asked me to put this... Bring it to you, he said it was a bag, but I don't know when to open it..."

"I see, let's put it over there first."

Although Xue Qiong's response was very perfunctory, Fu Shuai's words still did not stop, "Boss, what are you going to do in this world?" Is there anything I can do to help? Also, Chief, you were injured just now, do you want me to use a healing spell..."

"Alas..."Xue Qiong suddenly sighed heavily, and then without any scruples, he lit a cigarette in this cramped and closed air-conditioned room.

"What's the best plan? What is there to prepare for? Vacation... Of course I don't do anything... Of course I don't care what you do, at most I'll help wipe your ass when you mess up..."

"Uh..."

Xue Qiong was finally willing to speak, but this time, Fu Shuai couldn't say anything.

[Hint: The world is completely merged, you have automatically mastered the main language of the world: Japanese, and now you can freely interact with the characters in the story, and the banana peel effect elimination countermeasure is completed.] 】

After a long time, when the beacon's prompt came, Fu Shuai held back a sentence: "I said, boss, should you be... Depressed, right? ”

Xue Qiong sneered, "Just kidding, how can I be depressed, I can't be depressed when the whole world is mentally ill..."

Fu Shuai thought about it, stood up, walked behind Xue Qiong, and completely opened the curtain with one hand. So the fierce and dazzling sunlight instantly sprinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows all over the narrow room, and also sprinkled from Xue Qiong's back to his body, and Xue Qiong quickly covered his face with his hands, and at the same time roared like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail: "What are you doing?!" ”

"Boss... You didn't like the sun very much before, but you didn't hate it to this extent, did you? This is more like a depressed patient who can't get sun, right? ”

"Less nonsense!" Xue Qiong put down her hand in annoyance, and flicked the cigarette ash directly on the spotless carpet, but did not make any more fierce rebuttals, and her eyes continued to look at the ceiling.

Fu Shuai looked at the steel jungle lined with high-rise buildings outside the window, his attention stopped on those huge windmills for a while, and said, "Here... Should it be a school city? I mean, don't you really have any ideas? ”

However, Fu Shuai didn't hear Xue Qiong's voice. When he turned around, he saw that Xue Qiong had disappeared into the consultation room, and even the "bag" was placed on the coffee table as it was, and it was not taken away at all...