Ronald Don slept until noon.

He pulled out his phone next to the bed and glanced at it, it was 12:36, he scratched at his messy hair, yawned, and prepared to go back to sleep.

Outside the window, a train rumbled by, driving away all the sleepiness he had just brewed.

"Damn it......" Old Tang jumped up from the bed and got dressed with a curse.

The area where he rented a house was very poor, there was no sun in winter, no cool breeze in summer, and it was still next to a certain section of train tracks, almost all the corners of the walls were black and pasty, the whole hut was less than forty square meters, full of musty smell, and sometimes it happened to be rainy, and moss would grow in those black and slimy places in the corners.

People in New York call this kind of house affordable housing, and it is perfect for someone like him, who has an unstable income and a head on his belt, after all, no one knows, and maybe he will send it himself on the next mission.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water, then picked up the bottled water in the living room and poured a few large sips into his mouth.

There was still a last packet of instant noodles left in the cabinet, and he carefully calculated the living expenses in his hand, which was probably only enough to last himself for a few days.

He walked over to his computer and sat down, and easily typed a web address into his browser.

The website opens with a black background, with a blood-red font, which adds a bit of weirdness to the whole interface.

The mouse wheel in his right hand was constantly sliding, and he was bored scrolling through the list of bounty tasks, he was a bounty hunter who had been in this business for years.

He is conceited to be a master of the bounty hunter's profession, and he is the best at dealing with some supernatural events, and he has taken on any strange and chaotic cases, and he has done them beautifully.

He dropped out of high school because he had no talent for reading, and he had no parents, so he stayed in the orphanage for as long as he could remember, and the director said that he was adopted, and that he was at the door of the orphanage when he was picked up.

He also has no skills, and came into contact with the hunter website by chance, and since then he has relied on small tasks from time to time to earn some living expenses.

Fortunately, luck has always been good, he thought, in the past, he took the errand to visit the ancient tombs of the desert or the shipwreck in the ice sea, these places sounded weirder than the other, but he had no problems, as if he had the legendary sixth sense, where there are traps, which is the right way, in the dark he can find the right direction in a vague way, and every time he can get what the employer wants, but it seems that a little too lucky.

In a boring and long life, he doesn't have any goals, but he likes money, so he doesn't mind taking on errands, especially if he can make money doing such exciting things, in fact, he sometimes thinks that he is very interested in trying such exciting things even if he doesn't give money, after all, for people like him who don't have any friends, playing games and taking tasks is already all his life.

He thinks that the game is a good thing, it can kill time, but also paralyze himself, manipulating the minions in a world of virtual data, fighting with one opponent after another, and enjoying the thrill of defeating them.

Obviously one of his few friends, maybe it is more appropriate to call it a netizen, in their interstellar group, they use a bear with a big head as the avatar, so they have a nickname called Big-headed Bear, obviously a master of the masters in the interstellar channel, once overturned the entire group by himself, but he exploded Ming Ming six games not long ago, and he was proud for a while afterwards.

Until yesterday's small talk, he inadvertently revealed that now he is playing games with the red dot control of the old version of IBM notebook, because the opponent is too vegetable and not challenging, so he wants to increase the difficulty.

It almost made him vomit blood, and anyone who has played Interstellar knows how difficult it is to play this game with red dot control, like picking out his ears with a rolling pin.

Ming Ming explained that he was too lazy to emphasize to the group that he was purely bored and challenged the high difficulty, because he himself found it boring to do so. After winning all the people in the channel by micro-manipulation, he switched to playing with his left hand, and when he won with his left hand, he threw away the mouse and hit with a red dot, if one day he used a red dot to hit all over the channel, and what method did he use to kill time?

Old Tang was a little happy again, he felt that it should be someone who was similar to him, after all, they all killed time by doing boring and meaningless things, after all, they were all the same...... Lonely.

I heard that he had recently come to the United States to study, but unfortunately it was not in New York, but in a Kassel college in the suburbs of Chicago, and Old Tang thought that when he came to New York, he drove a greyhound to take him around the United States, but he didn't know when he would have this opportunity.

The water in the pot was gurgling, Old Tang remembered that he had boiled water to cook instant noodles before, he hurriedly ran to the pot, opened the last package of instant noodles, took out the dough cake and threw it into the boiling water, he stared blankly at the floating dough, the hard dough was boiled soft.

He sat down in front of the computer back with the pot, and suddenly a strong sense of loneliness spread in his heart, so he clicked on the familiar big bear head.

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"Obviously, when will you come to New York, buddy will drive a greyhound to take you all over the United States."

Lu Mingfei is playing StarCraft in the dormitory, the opponent is playing the Terran, the sense of the overall strategic situation is not bad, but the micro-operation is a little worse, he is talking to the defeated opponent in the public chat channel, "There is no need for humans to fight the Zerg out of the tank, the masters are not very out of the tank, the army is exploded at the beginning, a large number of machine guns mixed with nurses rushed over, even the elimination and fighting, and suppressed it before seeing that the opponent's puppy did not upgrade the speed, he only kept sending troops to grind with you, he stabbed the snake and couldn't form a team, you won, and the cruiser formation behind attacked, That's overwhelming......"

At this time, the QQ message box in the lower right corner flashed, Lu Mingfei clicked on QQ, and saw a cheap panda head constantly beating, it was Lao Tang.

"When I have time in a few days, let's make an appointment, you have to pick me up." Lu Mingfei replied with a crackling type.

"There must be." After Old Tang said this, the panda avatar went gray, and he went offline.

Lu Mingfei didn't continue to play with his opponent, he slowly lay down on the back of the chair and let out a sigh.

How to solve the matter of the old Tang, to be honest, he still has no ideas, once he was optimistic, anyway, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, but the facts are in front of him, the old Tang is getting closer and closer to waking up, and he is still drunk and dreaming of death with Fengou every day in the dormitory.

Constantine's vial has been recovered, and Ange estimates that he will deliberately sabotage the dissection experiment and release Konstantin to kill him in the next few days.

I can't let this happen again, but what can I do to keep Don from being swallowed up by Norton's awakening memory?

"I still have to find a chance to go to New York......" Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

"What? Bro? You're going to New York? Fingal woke up at the word New York, and had slept like a dead pig just now, "Take me, I'm going too!" ”

Lu Mingfei glanced up at him, only to find that the expression on Fengou's face suddenly froze.

"Brother, if you want your friends not to be devoured by Norton, it's actually very simple." Someone said behind his back.

"How?" Lu Mingfei turned around, and the little devil was wearing a pajama with a cute panda printed on it.

"Let him make more good memories so that human emotions will take over the majority." Lu Mingze snapped his fingers and said lightly.

"What are you dressed up in?" Lu Mingfei looked him up and down.

"I was still taking a nap, and when I heard that my brother was troubled, I came over immediately." Lu Mingze asked with an innocent and cute expression, "How is it, is my younger brother very competent?" ”

"Not bad, not bad." Lu Mingfei touched his little head, "Then how do you create good memories?" ”

"Brother, you'll be in charge of going to New York with him for a lap, and I'll give it to me when Norton wakes up." The little devil patted his chest, looking full of confidence.

"If you say that, it doesn't seem impossible to bring Fingal......" Lu Mingfei looked at the solidified Fingal, and the expression on his face was particularly funny at this time, "He is just a pure musician, and he is responsible for the effect of the whole show." ”

"So be it." The little devil covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, "I'll go back to catch up on sleep first, by the way, remember to trick your friend into coming to Kassel, and solve it with Konstantin by the way." ”

"You're talking as if you're going to kill them......" Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

Time resumed flowing, Fingal jumped down and hugged Lu Mingfei's thigh, "Senior brother, I want to go too!" ”

"Okay." Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"Bill, why are you so happy?" Fingal let go of his thighs and said warily, "You don't have bad intentions for me, do you?" ”

"Love doesn't go." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, "If you really want to go, just tell me, I will ask the principal for leave." ”

"Drag!" Fingal gave a thumbs up.

"What do you think?" Lu Mingfei snorted proudly, "I'm the man who got the principal's scholarship!" ”

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The principal's office is a wonderful place, the air is filled with a faint woody scent, the oily color of old wood is everywhere, the two-story ceiling-high bookshelves are stacked with books, and the zigzag wooden staircase divides the whole space into small pieces, like a giant birdcage.

Principal Ange poured a stream of crimson water from the bone china teapot, with a dense white steam, and poured it into the porcelain cup, "Sri Lankan Ceylon black tea, produced in the UVA region, picked in August, is very strong, I recommend you to taste it carefully." Do you add milk? ”

"Thanks, no, I don't know much about tea." He scratched his head.

Lu Mingfei sat under the skylight and took a sip of Ceylon black tea with the "principal's card", and the sunlight sprinkled on him through the frosted glass.

"Hello, Lu Mingfei, I thought I would see you for the first time in class." Ange sat behind the headmaster's desk and smiled kindly, "What's the matter?" ”

"That's right, headmaster," Lu Mingfei put down his teaglass, "I want to take a few days off and go to New York." ”

"Oh, can you tell me why?" Ange still smiled and looked into his eyes.

"I have a friend in New York who has been in a bad mental state lately, and I want to spend a few days with him and relax." Lu Mingfei scratched his hair.

"Ronald Don?" Ange uttered the name.

Lu Mingfei was shocked, "How do you know him?" ”

"Don't forget that Norma can check your computer's chats at any time." "But I'm not in the habit of peeping into students' privacy. ”

"Oh......" Lu Mingfei said, "and Senior Brother Fingal, he wants to go with me." ”

"Fingal...... Hasn't he graduated yet? I thought he had been running all over the world for a long time......" Ange rubbed his brow wearily, "what level is he now?" ”

"Probably ...... 'F-class'?" Lu Ming said uncertainly.

"Speaking of which, I personally rated his "A" grade back then, and it's a bit embarrassing to think about it now." Ange said, "But I've been repeating grades for eight years, and deducting a little more credits doesn't matter, I'm on leave." ”

"Thank you, Headmaster." Lu Mingfei stood up and bowed slightly to Ange, "Then I'll go first." ”

"Ming Fei." Ange suddenly stopped him, his expression meaningful, "I hope you can have a pleasant vacation." ”

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and then showed a bright smile, "Of course, I have already thought about it!" ”

He walked out of the principal's office, and Fingal stood outside with his hands folded and waiting.

"How? Have you taken a leave of absence? Fingal asked.

"That's it!" Lu Mingfei said, "But let's talk about it first, let's go to New York this time to play, and each of us will pay our own money, don't always think about asking me to invite you." ”

"Don't worry, junior brother, didn't I make a lot of money last time I took the 3E exam?" Fingal patted his bear-solid chest, "I won't borrow this money when I go out to play, senior brother!" ”

Lu Mingfei complained, "Are you called borrowing?" There is no borrowing or repayment, it is clearly a robbery! ”

Fingal smiled, hooked Lu Mingfei's shoulders and walked to the dormitory, "Go back to sleep!" ”