After settling the matter with the Sphinx, Zhang Heng found a small yellow bike and rode back to school.
There was no way, whether it was a subway or a taxi, it would be awkward to stop at any time, especially the subway. The feeling of being locked in the carriage while driving was the worst, and his polo was not with him.
Therefore, Zhang Heng could only choose this low-carbon and environmentally friendly means of transportation, and contributed his own modest contribution to the control of urban pollution.
There were far fewer vehicles and pedestrians on the streets in the early morning. Because of the stillness, the street lamps projected beams of light on the ground, like a stage play about to begin. Zhang Heng shuttled among them, like an actor constantly changing stages.
In fact, his life has been similar to that of an actor recently. Because of the time bug, his gaming time is often several times that of others. Each round of dungeons is more like a period of life for him, starting from an unknown desert island. , to the distant Caribbean, to the gloomy London of the 19th century and the bloody Kyoto at the end of the Tokugawa period, he plays different roles in different copies.
To this day, the total time of all the dungeon games he has experienced has even exceeded his own age.
Therefore, Zhang Heng sometimes feels dazed for a moment when he opens his eyes in bed, wondering where he is and where he will go on the next journey.
He is a NASA astronaut, the pirate king of Nassau, a geek in the future world, and a wanderer wandering around Kyoto... The bartender lady once said that experience and learning make us what we are today. Although it has been less than a year since he joined this magical and mysterious game, he is already a completely different person than he was a year ago.
These changes are not just the series of high-level skills he now displays in his skill bar, or the various strange game props that have their own functions, but also a dialogue between self-growth and the depths of his soul.
Every copy, every choice, brings him closer to his true self.
But now this real self makes Zhang Heng feel more and more strange.
The bicycle was parked in front of a stationery store. Zhang Heng saw his reflection on the glass door. He had noticed the change in his face a few months ago. Although it looked no different from before, if he looked carefully, he would still notice the change in his face. He discovered a vague feeling of awkwardness. It wasn't too obvious at the time. It wasn't until Zhang Heng's observation skills reached a new level after going through a copy of the deduction method that he could finally see where this awkward feeling came from. Come.
His skin, facial features, eyebrows and hair were all the same as before, except for one thing that was becoming increasingly scarce - feelings.
Zhang Heng once had a brief chat with Shen Xixi. As the game progresses, differences will begin to form among the players. Under the threat of death, they will gradually untie the constraints imposed by civilized society on their bodies, release their own nature, and gradually see the bottom of their hearts. desire, but what Zhang Heng saw in the process was a fog, a fog of nothing.
And behind the fog, something seemed to be waiting for him, calling him.
It's like the end of all stories.
Reason told Zhang Heng that he should stop and move forward. However, he could not be wary of the things behind the fog. On the contrary, he felt an inexplicable sense of closeness, as if he was going home.
Zhang Heng knew that his trip to Greenland must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
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After returning to school, Zhang Heng first took a cold shower in the empty bathroom, then went to the gym for daily training. After resting, he read in the library for a while until time started flowing again and he came to the parking lot. After sorting and counting the props in the trunk, I drove them to the bartender.
"These props are all from those guys at Guang Arc. I still have an impression of this flashlight. I just appraised it not long ago. It seems that you had a good harvest that night." The bartender said.
"Approximately how many game points are these things worth?"
"There is a C-level prop inside, which is very valuable. If it is sold at auction, it can be sold for about 2,000 to 3,000 game points. However, if you mortgage it, you can only get 1,600 points. The other items add up to about 7 Eight hundred points, so I’m still short of about one thousand sixty-seven points."
Zhang Heng currently has 1,000 points on his body. In addition, he had killed a team before due to Han Lu's incident, and the props he obtained were temporarily placed with Fan Meinan. If you count them, it should be enough.
"The last six to seven hundred points will have to wait for a while." Zhang Heng said.
"No problem. It will take almost a month to make the knife anyway. When the knife is finished, you can pay the balance." The bartender lady was rarely easy to talk to this time, probably because the money was not hers. I earned it myself.
"Thank you." Zhang Heng said. He was about to leave the game point when he heard the bartender say with a smile, "Don't leave in a hurry. Now that you're here, let's have a drink."
After saying that, she mixed a glass of wine as quickly as possible, and this time, for the first time, she didn't mess around, but mixed a pure martini.
Zhang Heng sat down at the bar, "You seem to be in a good mood. Are there any happy events recently?"
"Well, that's right." The bartender smiled slyly, "Have I ever told you that I have been waiting for someone, and recently I got news that that person is coming back soon."
"Who is it? Your fiancé?" Zhang Heng took a sip of his martini.
"He is much more important than my fiancé," Zhang Heng saw such a passionate look in the bartender's eyes for the first time. She was no different from those little girls on the Internet who were obsessed with star-chasing to the point of morbidity. What's the difference? His face was full of fascination, and he said in a tone full of admiration, "He is my master, my faith, and the meaning of my existence."
"Sounds like a big shot... Is he the master behind this game?" Zhang Heng guessed.
"No, he has no interest in games or anything like that. If he wants to come, he comes for real. That's why I admire him so much." The bartender said.
"So he's a pretty cool guy." Zhang Heng estimated that the person the bartender was waiting for was not a human being. He was at least on the same level as the Tang suit weirdo and Einstein. Since the other party didn't want to elaborate, Zhang Heng also Without asking any questions, he drank the martini in his hand, wiped his mouth, and put the empty glass on the table, "In that case, I wish you good luck."
"I also wish you good luck." The bartender lady said, "I got the news that the proxy war will start in half a month at most, and your showtime is coming too."
