Back at the cabin, Anson Deer took off his scarf and wrapped it around Yuri's neck instead, and the two sat down against the wall, Yuri lowered his snow-white eyes, lifted his pencil, and slowly wrote down the font in his notebook.

The girl's snow-white hair swayed gently with the tip of the pen.

Anson Lu didn't say anything, just played two games of minesweeping, and quietly waited for her to write.

Soon, Yuri put the notebook on the ground, and his long, white fingers moved the notebook and slid it to Anson Deer's hand.

Anson Lu held his chin and took the book with a calm face, his brown eyes sweeping the concise words.

The young man's face was surprised at first, and then a slight glint flashed under his eyes.

He turned his head and stared blankly at Yuri.

Yuri was huddled in a corner of the room with her knees folded, her cheeks buried in the scarf Anson Deer had given her, her eyes obscured by strands of snow-white hair.

The fireplace was burning with firewood, and a faint halo shrouded her silhouette.

The shadow was cast on the wall, like a kitten with its head down.

It seems that this Icelandic girl thinks that it is her own fault that kills Yu Mingdao, who is a friend of Anson Lu.

Therefore, she was afraid that Anson Deer would hate her and alienate her because of this incident.

The cold wind gently beat the doors and windows, and the Norwegian winter was full of ice and snow, and the noisy wind and snow seemed to be unwilling to let go of this wooden house.

Anson Deer wanted to speak, but his throat was a little hoarse, and he took a deep breath, a complex light flowing in his eyes.

"Pop ......"

The sound of a match being burned interrupted Anson Deer's messy thoughts.

He said in a low voice, "It's okay. ”

Yuri didn't respond.

"It's not your fault." He said again.

Yuri still didn't respond, but buried his head deeper.

Anson Lu lowered her eyes, her gaze stayed on the Chinese characters on the notebook, most of the fonts were quite concise, some of the fonts were strangely crooked, and the writing was a little jerky, as if her pen was not very stable.

Flipping the book forward, you can see a lot of traces of practicing Chinese characters - the writing is clumsy, but it can be seen from above that she has been studying hard Chinese during this time.

In the first few pages, this girl from Iceland writes the name "Anson Deer" in crooked Chinese characters, and she writes the name, stroke after stroke, practicing over and over again.

Next to it, there is also a messy portrait, although the brushstrokes are very casual, but you can see her skills.

"You can still draw?" Anson Lu asked.

Yuri spoke: "When I was a child, I learned. ”

"Why don't I see you painting much now?"

"The teacher said I had no talent, that painting needs inspiration, that inspiration comes from emotions, and that I can't do it."

Anson Lu raised an eyebrow, he could imagine Yuri's painting style, most of which was as accurate as a machine, but it was difficult to draw something that was out of the ordinary.

"Let her go." He said, "It doesn't matter if you have talent or not, you can do whatever you like, and there is no reason for others to interfere." ”

“……”

"Besides, isn't that a good drawing?"

"Perhaps."

"And ......" Anson Lu closed the notebook and said calmly: "I don't blame you for Uncle Yu Mingdao's matter. ”

“…… Why? ”

"Why, it was he who saved you, and it wasn't you who forced him to do anything." Anson Lu said, "He's an adult, and he'll take responsibility for what he does." ”

After a pause, he looked away: "Moreover, he doesn't have to die, maybe like Cosimo, he just became a citizen and hung up in the city." ”

Yuri bowed his head and was silent for a long time: "Then are you going to find him?" ”

"Well, I'll go find him next." Anson Lu nodded, "By the way, confirm his condition, you can rest well first, don't think too much." ”

"I see."

"Wait until I get back."

"Okay."

Anson Deer gave Yuri a second look, then stood up, put down his notebook, walked to the hallway, and closed the door.

At this time, Qi Yuanlu had already come, and it was Anson Lu who called him in advance.

"Crow, what do you say?" Anson Lu leaned his back against the door and asked in a low voice.

Qi Yuanlu walked over, "Lujun, the official list of sacrifices for this round of dungeons has not yet been announced, and the news of my eyeliner is not so fast, so it would be better for you to confirm it in person." ”

"Give me the address."

"Anseong, Huijing Street, 5 buildings 203 apartment."

"Thank you." Anson Lu waved his hand and said a little tiredly: "Use the travel volume, Anseong, Huijing Street." ”

On February 18, at dusk, Ancheng, Huaxia, Huijing Street.

On a sparsely populated street, with dilapidated yellowed shop signs, a teenager in a hoodie and hood walked out of the alley, looked around, and followed the signs to the fifth apartment building.

Walk up the stairs to the second floor and find apartment 03.

Reached out and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

The shadow of the queen's statue swept through the hallway, and then disappeared instantly, and in just half a second, an inconspicuous crack appeared in the lock, and a crack opened in the door.

Anson Lu pushed the door open and walked inside, then closed it gently.

The windows were open, the afterglow of the setting sun poured in, and the room was furnished with simplicity and cleanliness, as meticulous as Yu Mingdao's appearance: cradle, bookshelf, table, ashtray, laptop, cigarette case, lighter, photo of his wife, photo of his brother.

Anson Lu moved her unemotional eyes, and the statue of the queen was half-kneeling on the ground with a respectful expression, and she lowered her head, indicating that she had not found a figure in the apartment.

"I see." Anson Deer whispered.

The queen's eyes lowered, blue flames flickered, and she quickly vanished.

"Ding." A chime came from the phone.

[Ritsu Ushihara: Lu-kun, I just got my hands on the boss battle video of this "Kyoto Collaboration Dungeon". 】

The crow is still the crow, and Anson Deer knows that this person will always provide the most effective and rapid information when he needs it.

Anson Lu moved his finger, hesitated for a moment, and clicked on the boss battle video.

The crusade was unprecedentedly brutal.

There were more than 300 players in total, and more than 270 died from beginning to end, and only more than 30 survived, including Lorenzo and Yuri, two sequence players.

He saw that at the end, the boss unleashed an AOE skill, and the huge ball of light spread across the sky into fifty beams, scattering towards the earth like a meteor in the daytime.

At the moment when all the ordinary players ran back, Yu Mingdao looked at Yurui's figure in disbelief, and he also knew that Yuri's only "Polar Ice" that could be used to save his life had fallen into a cooldown.

Yu Mingdao knew that he would die, so he hesitated for a long, long time.

He wasn't that great at all, and at that time, his feet and hands were shaking, and his face was as pale as a dead man.

But in the end, he was the only one who rushed out.

He ran upstream, running so embarrassed, so unsightly, like a defeated dog with a broken leg and spasms all over his body, every cell in his body was shouting "Stop, stop, there is a dead end ahead".

But he resisted the idea of stopping, and just desperately passed all the players, running forward, running, running, and finally protecting Yuri.

Seeing this, Anson Lu's face twitched slightly, and his slender fingers turned off the video and did not continue to watch.

After a long dead silence, he took a deep breath and looked up at the walls of his apartment, which were covered with many printouts.

If you look closely, there are clues and evidence about the "Moscow case" - some of the photos are "Lorenzo with dark red eyes and a gloomy look", and some are "Anson deer with cold eyes and holding a blood-colored arm".

Almost all the photos related to the case that can be found on the Internet have been printed out and pasted on the wall.

Next to the photo, a large number of analytical words were written with a ballpoint pen: the time, place, and people before and after the Moscow riots, Yu Mingdao studied very deeply, and did not let go of a single clue.

In the end, Yu Mingdao used red handwriting to mark some messy conclusions.

"Lorenzo will reach Moscow first than Anson Deer", "The real out-of-control sequence player may be the Pope of the law enforcement team", "If the truth is as I think, why should Anson Deer bear the charge of Lorenzo?" Did the two make a deal? ”

Anson Lu stared at the dense photos and texts, and was stunned for a while before recovering from his senses.

After a while, he raised the corners of his mouth, scratched his messy hair, and complained angrily: "Hey, hey, uncle, you're really too smart, you can find out." ”

Ansen Lu didn't know how long Yu Mingdao would have to investigate to find so many clues......

This person seems to be really anxious for him, so desperate to find clues for him, trying to clear the stigma for him......

But for what? Is it just for that one travel ticket? Or did I save his life in Tokyo?

As the afterglow of the setting sun faded, Anson Deer shook his head, dispelling the confusion of thoughts, he took a hand from his pocket, shook the mouse slightly, and opened the laptop on the table.

"Gaba."

The blue and white kangaroo jumped out, and I don't know what means were used, but after a while it deciphered the code.

"Thanks, Kangaroo-kun."

Anson Deer put his arm around its shoulders and looked at the computer screen.

Before Yu Mingdao entered the copy, he was still browsing the website "Weibo".

His account is still logged in, his avatar is Super Mario, and his ID is called - "An elderly elemental mage passing by".

This ID is somewhat of a young person's flavor, but it still exudes the embarrassment of a "serious old uncle who has been eliminated by the times".

Anson Lu touched his nose, couldn't help but smile, moved the mouse to Yu Mingdao's "Mario" avatar, and clicked on his account homepage.

This 39-year-old uncle, the "super talk" that he often visits is "the super talk of old chess players".

Outside of the dungeon time, Yu Mingdao would check in to Chaohua almost every day to see what Anson Lu was doing these days, and whether this little kid had done anything big......

Ansen Lu rubbed Tianming's acupoint and thought: Uncle Yu Mingdao, how can you compare with the little girl chasing stars? If you worship me so much, why don't you say anything when you see me?

He sighed softly, looked twice, and there was a home page open.

Click on the home page.

Before entering the dungeon, Yu Mingdao seemed to be looking through the homepage of the Weibo user "Old Chess Player Bot", and it was estimated that he was still smoking at the time, and there were some silver ashes left in the ashtray.

"How boring are you, my fellow?"

Anson Lu pursed his lips and moved the mouse to continue looking down.

Needless to say, due to the recent "old chess player rampaging incident", the comment area under every Weibo of this blogger has now been drowned out by overwhelming scolding.

Even when he saw the insults and weird words on the screen, Ansenlu still didn't care, he just moved his mouse and read some of Yu Mingdao's comments on Weibo.

Under the blogger's latest Weibo, Yu Mingdao replied to many messages from others, and there is no need to guess that he is trying his best to maintain the reputation of Ansen Lu.

[Yu Mingdao: Fuck off, I played a copy with an old chess player, don't you know him better than you?] ]

[Yu Mingdao: One or two people know that aliens are coming to invade the earth, and all of you are going to smash rockets, right, he is our Chinese. ]

[Yu Mingdao: You try again, who is the lackey of the sequence player?] Aren't those sequence players more useful than you life-hungry idiots? ]

[Yu Mingdao: Fuck, it's more seniority, I'm a professor at Anseong University, what are you little ghosts?] ]

Anson Lu can imagine the picture at that time, this thirty-nine-year-old uncle who is not stable enough, smoking a cigarette, while scolding and scolding and scolding netizens.

Of course, this anxious-eyed uncle will definitely not be able to scold the majority of netizens alone.

Every time this account sends out a message, it is swiped and exploded, and Yu Mingdao's irritable messages are very pale and powerless in the face of the overwhelming scolding of netizens.

But he still keeps posting...... Hair...... Hair...... From the afternoon to the evening, he scolded people when he didn't do anything, and he didn't have the demeanor and bearing that a professor should have.

This stubborn energy is as strange as "an idiot who wants to fight the flood with a frying pan".

scolded to the back, Yu Mingdao even said, "Damn, you keyboard warriors are waiting for me, you dare to shout after only a few levels, wait for Lao Tzu to enter the dungeon and kill a little ghost with a fireball".

"Hah...... Haha......"

Anson Lu smacked his tongue when he saw it, and he was dumbfounded.

He said in his heart, the contrast between this fellow is too great, right? When Yu Mingdao was fake in front of him, wasn't he like this on the Internet at all?

However, it is obviously such a vulgar and boring text, and even makes people laugh.

Anson Lu stared at the screen and watched in silence for a long, long time......

When he turned to the back, his eyes were slightly red, and his nose was sore enough.

I said...... Fellow, you are a favor, how can I repay you? ”

Anson Lu touched his nose with his hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking arc.

"Hey, I'm convinced...... We stone people have to be a little sick in our brains, right? Okay, I'll take care of your baby, so get some rest. ”

He turned his head and looked out the window, a tall green tree with leaves gently swaying in the twilight.

Through the gaps between the leaves, you can see the maddy sunset, and the sunset also sees him, casting the last afterglow, and the afterglow of the setting sun brings mottled light and shadow.

Two lines of tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, she is really important to me." Anson Lu pursed his lips and whispered:

"Thank you for helping me protect her, really...... Thank you. ”

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