On June 18, 2020, at 8:18 a.m., it was a sunny day.

Parallel time and space, Rehmannia Star, Eastern Kingdom, Demon Capital.

Gao Gao carried the packed garbage bag, kicked and pulled the flip-flops, pressed the access control, and with a "click", the door to the first floor of the apartment opened.

After rubbing the soft secretions at the corners of his eyes, the thumb and ring finger of his right hand rotated three and a half times in a counterclockwise direction, and an unknown soft mass the size of a sesame dot was formed.

"This sun is so big!"

After carefully distinguishing the words dry garbage and wet garbage, with a shake of his left hand, the garbage bag drew a graceful parabola and fell into the dry garbage can.

The ring finger of his right hand exerted a slight force, and the secretion from the corner of his eye was accurately flicked into the wet trash can.

"All pigs can eat is wet garbage, this thing should be edible, right?"

Muttering to himself, he turned around quickly and was about to return to his apartment.

The main reason is that the weather is too poisonous, it is only eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the temperature must be thirty-four or five degrees!

"it!"

A classic national scolding, covering his head with his right hand, and looking up at the sky.

Blue sky and white clouds, the air is free of scorching sun particles.

The branches of a few big trees playfully played with a few pieces of women's underwear hanging on the exterior wall of the apartment.

Red, yellow, black, white......

"Who is so unethical? Don't you know that high-altitude throwing objects will kill people?"

High upstairs is a roar.

He has encountered this kind of thing many times, and the residents upstairs are estimated to be lazy and have advanced cancer, so they throw garbage down the window for temporary convenience.

He scolded and yelled a few times, and then Gao Gao took a breath.

He just vented his anger and wanted the thrower to come out and admit his mistake, which was impossible.

The Civil Code has just been promulgated, and throwing objects from high altitudes has been included in the illegal acts.

After rubbing his head a few times, Gao Gao didn't think there was any big problem, and he was about to go upstairs with a belly full of anger.

"Mr. Gao, what's wrong?"

He was stopped by the apartment administrator, with short hair, a delicate face, and a little light makeup, and he looked capable and stylish.

The expensive rent is Vanke Apartment, and the monthly rental cost is 3,500 oceans.

The benefits of expensive rental fees are also obvious: regular cleaning, regular disinfection, and regular inspections.

It's half past eight in the morning, which is about the first time the apartment keeper makes his rounds.

"Someone threw something in the air!"

Gao Gao pointed upstairs and touched his head again, "How many times have I told you about this, but no one cares?"

He couldn't figure it out, such a big brand apartment, this thing couldn't be done?

"Mr. Gao, after your last complaint, we have installed surveillance cameras nearby, and nothing else like this has happened recently. ”

"Don't say 'not recently', I was smashed in the head just now!"

Gao Gao pointed to the part where he was smashed, lowered his head, stretched out, and stroked his hair with his hand, "Look at you, it's here, is there any bleeding?"

He was in real pain, and he was sure: he must have been hit.

When the apartment administrator heard this, he quickly lowered his head and looked at it seriously, and was startled: It can't really be hit, right?

If it was really hit, it would be better to find the perpetrator, but if it couldn't be found, they Vanke Apartment would have to bear the responsibility.

This is a provision of the Civil Code.

"Well, Mr. Gao, it seems to ...... Are you alright?"

"Huh, no bleeding?"

Gao Gao began to pretend to be stupid, "I was obviously hit...... I guess it's a peach pit or something......"

"I'm not talking nonsense, there's something really here for me...... I'm not a vexatious person, I'll find you a 'murder weapon'. ”

Gao Gao was sure that he must have been '' by something.

My scalp used to hurt a little, but now it's a little itchy.

There were a few small bikes parked in front of the apartment, and a little further away was the parking lot, where a few BBAs were parked, as well as his own little broken car.

Gao Gao lowered his head, bent over, his eyes widened, and carefully searched the dozens of square meters of the 'murder scene' at the door.

"It's weird, why can't you find it?"

After a few minutes of searching, Gao Gao found nothing.

It's not that there are no debris on the ground, but that those debris don't fit the characteristics of what he identified as a 'murder weapon'.

Do leaves count?

And it's fresh, fresh from the trees.

On the ground at the door, there was not a single hard object with a diameter of more than 1 centimeter.

The apartment administrator looked at him suspiciously: This person is early in the morning, isn't it a pastime for her?

"Ahem, since you can't find it, then forget it, you have monitoring ...... anyway"

waved his hand, swiped the access card in a gloomy manner, and left the scene as if he had escaped.

As he was leaving, a small wild cat downstairs barked at him as if laughing at him.

"Hey, you guy, come and join in the fun!"

He stroked it twice, made it impatient, and went upstairs satisfied.

"What an embarrassment!"

Gao stood in front of his room door and muttered a word.

Enter the room password: 654321, the code door will open with a "tick" sound.

A one-bedroom apartment of nearly fifty square meters, with a balcony, the scorching sun has hit the clothes drying on the balcony.

The smell of Blue Moon laundry detergent had drifted into the high nostrils along the open balcony door.

On the right hand side is the toilet and shower room, which is limited by space and does not have a bathtub, which is a pity.

On the left-hand side is a mini kitchen room, which can't cook, but can do simple food processing, such as boiling water instant noodles, or microwave processing.

A little further on the right-hand side, there is the small living room, which has been converted into a small study.

With a simple partition separated from his bed, this is where he plays games and broadcasts.

Yes, Gao Gao is a freelancer, and live streaming is one of his hobbies, and it can be regarded as one of the sources of income.

After graduating from Dongguo University of Political Science and Law, he came to the magic capital alone, originally planning to take the civil service exam to see if he could join the public procuratorate or something.

But the magic of the Internet has made him fall.

Isn't the game fun?

Isn't the novel good?

Isn't he fragrant in the movie?

Playing and playing, three years have passed, and civil servants have long become flowers in the mirror.

To put it mildly, the reason why he didn't starve to death now was really thanks to his own broken mouth.

He broadcasts the game live and doesn't show his face.

It's just a matter of chatting and farting with water friends.,By the way, play a game that is not very popular.:Dota Auto Chess.。

The technology is not enough, and the mouth is broken to make up!

Sailors watched him play chess, not to see his skills.

The words of the sailors are: Isn't stand-up comedy fragrant?

In addition to broken mouths, another feature of the high live broadcast is: fuss.

Sailors also knew that he was in the magic capital Pudong, so they gave him a nickname: Pudong Lao Call!

As a simple example, the Synthray Battle Ax in Auto Chess requires a Tenacity Ball, a Broadsword, and a Mithril Hammer.

If you want to get the Battle Mad in the early game, or before wave 25, the broadsword is the most difficult to obtain among the three parts.

Therefore, every time I go to 20 waves of Xiong Da Xiong II or 25 waves of Eagle Brother, the high live broadcast room usually makes such an old cry: Sword come!

Ninety-nine percent of the time, the sword didn't come, a hammer came!

"Knock Knock"

This is the voice next in the live broadcast room......

For this reason, the expensive mouse has to be changed five times a month......

Fortunately, he uses a double Feiyan mouse, which is extremely cost-effective.

If it were a mouse of another brand, he might go bankrupt.

Not all mice are as cheap as the Double Feiyan, and they have quality assurance.

To paraphrase an advertising slogan: not all mice are called double swallows!

I looked at the time, and it was almost nine o'clock.

Gao quickly turned on the computer and prepared to start his work for the day.

If it's just a broken mouth, how can such a not very popular game feed him and give him spare money to buy a car?

In addition to broken mouths, Gao Gao also has a characteristic, that is, diligence!

Other anchors generally start broadcasting near noon and end at six or seven o'clock in the evening, which is about seven or eight hours a day.

But it's not the same.

He started broadcasting at 9 o'clock in the morning and finished broadcasting at about 1 o'clock in the evening, and the live broadcast lasted more than twice as long as others in a day!

Coupled with the fact that he is a conspiracy theorist and a little bit of persecution paranoia, he did not join any live guilds.

Fortunately, he has a group of loyal viewers, relying on a slightly higher share ratio than other anchors, and barely living a fairly nourishing life.

"Brothers, it's not good to go out today!"

"I went down to throw garbage just now, and I almost got a headshot by the bastard upstairs, so I said, it's not a good sign!"

At the beginning of the collapse, there was no pair until the tenth wave, there was no fetters, and none of the wild monsters after the tenth wave had ever fought......

Without any surprise, he went out at speed......

Matched with a new opponent, I easily pulled the partition away, and Gao Gao felt that it would be a little more comfortable to have a little sunshine.

......

"Brothers, how about it, are you eating chicken? I'll just say, the 'beast spirit' genre that was invented this day is the first, and eating chicken depends on luck, I didn't lie to you, right?"

Gao Meizi looked into the microphone and started a cynicism at the sailors.

"Cowhide cowhide, 12 hours, I ate the first handful of chicken, and the old man is willing to bow down!"

"The 'Beast Spirit' is nothing more than that, see my 'Divine Rider Four' easily destroy you!"

"ZZ anchor, the 'Yin Soldier' has already eaten five handfuls of chickens, and you only have one handful in the past 12 hours......"

Looking at the barrage scrolling all over the screen, he snorted disdainfully, "Hmph, other people's bad lineup, I'm 'Pudong Laoye' disdainful of complicit with it!"

"Wait...... 12 hours ...... It's been 12 hours?"

Gao Gao stared at his Danfeng eyes wide, and looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer in disbelief: 21:18 on June 18, 2020!

From 9 o'clock in the morning to now, it has really been a full 12 hours of live broadcast!

But...... Why don't you feel hungry at all?

No, people are iron and rice, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic!

What's more, he hasn't eaten three meals a day.

Gao Gao quickly picked up his Apple XR phone, which had been returned to the factory for repair three times, opened the Ele.me software, and was ready to treat himself.

"Since Kao's own original 'beast spirit' genre has eaten a chicken, let's eat a pot chicken!"

Mei Zizi flipped through the Ele.me software, looked at the food pictures of the pot chicken on it, and decided to eat two servings.

"But why don't I feel hungry at all?"

He was a little panicked, wasn't he overly hungry and had an anorexia in his stomach?

I hurriedly placed an order, threw away my mobile phone, opened the fish skin bag I brought from my hometown, grabbed a handful of peanuts and took them out, peeled them, and put them in my mouth......

It's still the same smell, the unique fragrance of peanuts, which permeates the entire mouth.

Gao Gao put down his hanging heart a little.

"Must be over-hungry......"

Gao Gao muttered to himself, looked at the location on his mobile phone, and the takeaway brother estimated that it would take about half an hour, "Let's do it again!"

......

"That's not right, two servings of pot chicken, I ate them all by myself?"

Gao Gao looked at the empty two boxes, a little incredulous.

He knows exactly how much he eats.

With such a large portion of pot chicken, he can basically eat seven or eight points full.

The reason why he bought two servings was that he planned to keep one in the refrigerator for tomorrow's breakfast or lunch.

looked at the lunch box in a daze, and Gao Gao was a little confused.

What the hell is going on?

Before he could figure it out, he was startled by the movement of his stomach.

He could clearly perceive that his stomach was squirming violently.

The reason why I say violent is relative to the past.

The peristalsis and digestion of the stomach of ordinary people are basically imperceptible.

But Gao Gao can clearly feel, or feel, the peristalsis effect of his stomach.

Shrinking and shrinking, repeatedly squeezing and rubbing, and even changing into incredible shapes......

The purpose is to quickly digest the ground pot chicken that has just slipped down the esophagus.

Gao Gao was a little scared, what the hell is going on?

Is this what the Taoists call 'inward view'?

Then isn't it time to build the foundation and Jindan next?

"Probably hallucination...... Yes, it must be a hallucination!"

comforted himself for a few words, put down the thoughts in his heart, pushed open the balcony door, and started his daily weight loss exercises.

50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 squats, and 50 bent touches.

The eighth set of radio gymnastics twice...... And it's the kind of soundtrack.

Fortunately, the sound insulation of the apartment is excellent, so he will not be considered a psychotic by other residents.

How did he know that the apartment was soundproofed?

He did experiments, playing a small movie on the stereo in the house, moaning to the loudest sound, and there was basically no movement outside!

After a set of workouts, I felt a little wrong again.

Although this amount of exercise is not large, it is not easy for him, an otaku in a sub-healthy state.

Usually, after doing this set of movements, not to mention panting and sweating, the heartbeat will at least accelerate a few times.

But now, he is like a nobody: his face is not red, his heart is not beating.

It's really 'heartbeat', and I can barely feel my heartbeat when I am so high.

If it weren't for the fact that he had put his right hand on his chest and felt the occasional powerful bounce of his heart, he would have felt like a dead man.

"What the hell is going on with this special meow?"

When I took a shower, Gao Gao was still thinking about this problem.