My name is Valentine, and I am a ruthless man.
The warm current from the south blew away the haze that had accumulated all winter, revealing the full moon as bright as a spotlight. A spring rain awakened this lifeless land and brought long-lost vitality. But even so, in this slum shrouded in darkness, what I smell is not the air washed clean by the spring rain, but still the stench of continuous crime.
A black shoe stepped through a shallow pool of water, causing endless ripples and a faint sound of water flowing. This is the depths of the Longmen slum. The distance between street lights is as far as the end of the world, and the dim light is not even as dazzling as the electric current emanating from the horns above my head. The white wall covered with cracks looks like twisted tentacles under the light. The small advertisements posted on it, which are either incomplete or complete, form the body of this monster, which is constantly twisting and tumbling. The whining sound of the wind blowing through the alley is its howl, the constantly flashing lights are its eyes, the water on the ground is its shadow, and even the reflected moon is blood red, as if it is still beating. heart.
I hunched my body and walked slowly through this sinful land filled with endless black mist. A hood as black as the night covered my head and face. Because I lowered my head slightly, you could only see a white chin. In this twisted world, I can only rely on this thin coat that may be broken at any time to protect my remaining sanity. The long clothes were beating around me, just like the street lamps on the roadside, twisting their broken bodies in the strange wind, and seemed to have been eroded by the black mist. But at this time, I have no time to pay attention to these obvious dangers that appear in front of me, because in front of the darkness that surrounds everything, these dangers that have come to life are really insignificant...
They will only frighten you psychologically, but those existences that are still hidden can instantly destroy the extremely powerful reason in your heart that human civilization has accumulated over millions of years.
Accompanied by a small crackling sound, a tiny light flashed on the dark blue horns, bringing a brief light to illuminate the road ahead for me. My steps were neither steady nor frivolous. I just tightened my legs and feet, and my ears were more sensitive than usual. I was always alert to everything around me.
It was as if the chaotic land felt my thoughts responding to me. When I cautiously walked to the door of a closed restaurant like a hunting Philanderer, a pair of feet appeared in my field of vision. , rushed into the cerebral cortex through my optic nerve, and directly sounded the alarm bell of danger. The dark blue flying dragon opened its eyes, revealing golden vertical pupils, and flapped its wings of pure thunder and lightning to hover in the spiritual space. The weapon ring behind the Blade Angel expanded outward for a distance, and every weapon came to life, even if The blood color that had been soaked in the golden holy light for a long time has not dissipated, quietly displaying their hostility and the power of the immortal's blood. The USP Match pistol is already ready to move. As soon as I think about it, it will appear in my hands and bring the most violent blessing from another world to the enemy on the opposite side.
That little piece of brass allows the most powerful to see heaven.
After my whole body tensed up and I was fully prepared, I slowly raised my head and looked at the burly man in front of me through the dim light. The man's shoes were large and black, with protruding nails on the sides. They shone dimly under the light, making me a little dizzy. The pants were as tight as body paint on his body, allowing me to clearly see his strong leg muscles. The cracks in the pants were like the mouth of an indescribable thing, and the fluff and hair on the edges of the cracks were The exposed tan made my stomach churn. Moving my eyes upward, I saw a motorcycle jacket that was as tight as pants. The smooth leather exterior and steel buttons adorning the entire jacket reminded me of the painful punishments in prison. The executioner inserted needles into the person's flesh one after another, then twisted them into rings, one inside the other, and connected the front and back into one piece. Finally, he peeled off the person's skin to make a ring. An armor filled with so-called faith and madness.
Finally, there is the man's face. He has long hair that has been blessed by those beings, dancing slowly in the crazy wind, as if he is performing an evil sacrifice, and the sacrifice is the person who is watching it. The man's face was as weathered as armor that had been through many battles, with wounds and patterns everywhere on it, and every pore was constantly exuding an ominous aura, no different from this black mist.
I stared at that face, deeply aware of my weakness in front of such a person. His fair, thin, tender and delicate face has no other use except for looking at it. It is as fragile as paper in front of a fire and has no protective ability in the face of danger.
While I was still staring at that ferocious face, ready to explode and send out the blessing of the God of Gunpowder, the messenger of the black mist in front of me opened his lips. As he slowly lifted up the ringed sounding object, my mind surged toward the outside world like a bursting river. The man's voice seemed both small and loud, constantly reverberating in my ear canal, but never wanting to penetrate my auditory nerve for me to hear clearly what he said. Countless voices began to echo in my mind, including men, women, children, and monsters. Words, laughter, screams, roars, wails, meaningless trembling throats... Countless bizarre images flashed before my eyes, accompanied by those extremely weird sounds that kept destroying my remaining sanity. I'm sure that if I don't escape from this danger, my mind and heart will be completely destroyed, my brain will be boiled, my spine will be removed, and my bones will turn into concentrated acid, eating away at my entire body and turning me into a A walking corpse, no longer able to see the colorful light.
When I was about to have a nervous breakdown, the man in front of me finally spoke his words, and his voice was like a shot in the arm that pulled me back to safety from the brink of danger.
"brother."
He smiled.
"Borrow a fire."
Staring at him slowly lifting the cigarette parked in front of me, I raised my hand and pressed the great product created by man's leveraging God's authority.
A slender flame appeared in my hand and lit the cigarette held between the man's fingers. After the end of the cigarette began to glow brightly, the man quickly put it into his mouth and took a sip, showing an extremely satisfied look.
Human beings will always easily fall into the devil's creation.
"Thanks."
He nodded to me very politely, and at the same time took out the Pandora's box wrapped with several demon creations and held it in front of me. Looking at the evil creation in front of me that was extremely beautifully packaged and capable of controlling people's hearts, I raised my head and looked at the man in front of me.
"Have one?"
He smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, and I could only see the sincerity in the curve of his mouth.
"No."
I made a roundabout decision and declined his offer. When I was about to bypass him and continue walking into the darkness, the man stopped me.
"Brother, go home quickly. Isn't it cold outside in the middle of the night? Although the security in the slums is better than before, it is still called a slum."
"I understand, thank you."
In this regard, I simply expressed my gratitude and continued to move forward without looking back at the snarling darkness in front of me.
In this slum shrouded in the thick ink-like night, there are countless hostile eyes hidden in the darkness. If you act alone in a slum late at night, you must be a stupid "beep", but if a group of people act together, they become a group of stupid "beeps".
Unless, you are not an ordinary person.
And I, Valentine, am a ruthless person.
————————Actually, all the words above are written by me————
"Your inner world is really wonderful."
After Valentine's figure disappeared into the darkness, Jiao Zhengyu's voice appeared in his mind, with obvious joking.
"I didn't expect you to be afraid of the dark and have such a rich imagination."
"Is there anything you, a 'god-level creature', can't think of?" Valentine teased, and deliberately emphasized the word "god-level creation." He shivered, stretched out his arm and rubbed it back and forth.
"Hiss...it's really cold. If I had known, I would have put on more clothes."
Because he was going out to do trouble, Valentin did not change into women's clothes like he had done a few days ago. Instead, he changed into a coat with a hem that hung down to his heels. It was equipped with a large hood. After putting it on, he covered his body except his chin and Both horns are pitch black, not conspicuous in the dark night, and can hide themselves well, provided that Valentine does not use his Origin Stone skills to illuminate. In order to facilitate movement, the clothes on his body are not thick, so in this land where the cold winter still remains, Valentine can only continue to withstand the cold invasion.
"Now I know how warm leggings are and how thin they are. I would have worn them if I had known earlier." Valentine blew his nose and walked on the streets of the slums, leaning against the wall.
It was already late at night, and there was not a single pedestrian on the road. The Shamat brother who had just asked Valentine to borrow a fire was the first person he met in the slum after climbing over the wall.
Fortunately, the elder brother had no evil intentions towards Valentine. Otherwise, given how nervous he was at the time, Valentine would have taken out his USP, emptied a magazine, and taken out a long sword to divide his body.
"This ghost place is just like the night walks in my hometown village in my previous life. When the wind blows, the trees on both sides start to rustle. The street lights are far away and turn on and off. The neon lights on the deserted streets are still there. When it's on, it feels like I'm the only one left in the world."
"If someone comes out at this time, can you not be scared to death?"
The thought of Valentin, the brother who killed Matt just now, made me cringe, and suddenly there was a chill behind me, which frightened my whole body. It was more effective than drinking ten cans of Red Bull.
"You are going to cut the ruins of the city this time. Do you need the Origin Stone?"
"Use, of course." Valentine looked around, seeming to be observing the surrounding environment. Considering that he was not going to specify a certain game this time but directly choose to open a big gift package, Valentine decided not to hold the lottery in the rented house, but to go out to find a place spacious enough to welcome the unknown ability he was about to acquire. .
If he were to win some weird first-person shooter game, Xing Yihuang would probably die of embarrassment...
"By the way, didn't you say that you have some ability to predict the future? Then don't you know exactly what game I am going to get?"
Thinking of this, Valentin suddenly felt like he was being cheated. It is said to be random, but in fact the merchant who sells this gift bag already knows what can be found in it. In this case, can he also control the quality of the contents?
"Have you ever heard of Laplace's Demon?" Jiao Zhengyu did not answer Valentine's greeting, but gave him a strange term.
"I have an impression, but I don't forget the specific meaning of this word." Valentine touched the big iron door next to him, did not stay in front of the warehouse door for too long, and took another step.
"The warehouse in front is empty. There is nothing there. Not even thieves will come. You can go there to experience the new abilities you are about to acquire."
Jiao Zhengyu pointed the way to Valentine and began to explain.
"Laplace's Demon is a scientific hypothesis proposed by Pierre-Simon Laplace, a mathematician in your previous life on Earth. A 'demon' can know the exact position and momentum of every atom in the universe and can use Newton's laws to show the entire process of cosmic events, past and future."
"In other words, if you know the exact position of every tiny particle in the entire universe and the momentum they have at a certain time, you can know where they will move next second, what will happen, and what will happen. What consequences will there be? When you can deduce what the universe will look like next second based on this, you can use the same method to deduce what the universe will look like the next second later, and repeat the cycle to achieve the purpose of predicting the future."
"oh."
Valentine responded calmly, shook the old-fashioned lock at the warehouse door, and took out a cat-shaped hairpin from his pocket. This was Valenna's favorite hairpin. It was a product of Night Smoke Source Stone technology. It not only decorated it, but also had the function of a master key. It might be a little big as a card issuer, but as a master key it's more than adequate.
"Are there any cameras or anything inside?"
"No."
"That's fine."
While Valentine was using his unskilled techniques to pick the lock, Jiao Zhengyu was still talking about his popular science.
"Of course I'm not powerful enough to analyze all the particles in the entire universe, but I can still analyze a small planet. When I want to predict the future, I will cover the entire universe with my computing power. Terra world, to obtain detailed data on every particle that exists on this planet."
"For me, one second can pass longer than a year, which is enough for me to collect, analyze and process all the data."
"Oh, the beef beer."
After some arduous struggle, Valentine finally solved the rusty old lock in front of him and opened the closed iron door. When the whole warehouse appeared in his field of vision, Valentin understood why Jiao Zhengyu said that there were no cameras here and even thieves would not patronize it.
The warehouse is not big, much smaller than the warehouse where he summoned Tactical Dolls in Qicheng. Because of the rain, there is not much dust in the air, but it is a little cooler. As for why rain outside affects the inside of the warehouse...
Because more than half of the warehouse's ceiling was raised, Valentine could clearly see through the moonlight in the sky the rusted steel skeleton twisted in mid-air, as well as the section of the ceiling that looked like it had been gnawed by a beast. The walls of each warehouse are covered with various abstract graffiti. In a corner that is barely sheltered from the wind and rain, there are some shabby sofas and benches. There are also some shabby sofas and benches on the ground surrounded by these furniture. There are rotten wood, and the overall look is like the secret base of a delinquent youth group. But judging from the dust accumulated on the sofa, the delinquents who used to party here must have forgotten the existence of this secret base.
"Well..." Valentine's fingers lightly brushed the sofa, and the dust stirred up rose in the air, making him frown.
A bit choking.
"I'd better stand if I'm so dirty."
"Wise choice."
When Valentine was about to close his eyes and go to the spiritual space, he suddenly remembered something and opened his eyes suddenly.
"Hello? Jiao Zhengyu, if I go to the spiritual space standing like this, will I suddenly find myself lying on the ground when I wake up?"
In the past, he and Jiao Zhengyu had so many spiritual communications while lying down or sitting down, and occasionally standing up to enter the spiritual space, but now thinking about it, Valentin thought it would be better to ask. This redundant feeling is as confusing as when you close the door and go out as usual, and suddenly want to go back and see if you have closed the door, but it is indeed something that often happens in the real world.
"No, I can control the flow rate of the mental space. It can almost be said to be in a static state. Even if you stay here for a year, it will be no problem."
Jiao Zhengyu once again showed his magical side.
"Then Raphael's last shooting test..."
"I did it on purpose."
Gan.
After cursing secretly in his mind, Valentine closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again and entered the spiritual space, what he saw was still the familiar dark area and the horizon with a faint white light, which was...
"Can you beat me with 14 cards? Can you kill me instantly? If you beat me with 14 cards today, I will give that Valentine a USP on the spot!"
A rather irritable white-haired film boy sat cross-legged on the ground, shouting strange words, raising his right hand high and waving it in the air, and holding a handful of playing cards in his left hand. The weapon ring on the back of the Blade Angel disappeared, and the cold weapons were placed on the ground. The USP Match was placed next to her legs. She also held a handful of cards in her hand, her left hand resting on her cheek, and her face looked a little anxious. The dark blue flying dragon opposite Jiao Zhengyu is interesting. His whole dragon has shrunk to the size of a normal person. He is lying on the ground with a handful of cards under his thunder and lightning wings. His eyes are fixed on Jiao Zhengyu, seeming to be thinking about the next step. How to get out.
…
Valentin rubbed his eyes and got his thoughts out of his mental space. Looking at the dark warehouse in front of him, he took a deep breath of the dusty air and closed his eyes again.
What I saw was still the same scene.
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While Valentine stood aside and kept twitching the corners of his mouth, the three people who were playing cards finally made a move, but instead of seeing Valentine cleaning up the gambling scene, they continued their performance.
"airplane."
The dark blue flying dragon spit out a burst of electricity from his mouth, and a bunch of cards flew out from under his wings, allowing Weapon Angel and Jiao Zhengyu to see clearly the cards he played. Jiao Zhengyu glanced at Weapon Angel, who smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"No one hit me so I continued."
The dark blue flying dragon looked at the two of them and directly played all the remaining cards.
"Four 2s and two kings, let's go."
In an instant, the entire spiritual space was as silent as a dead zone. The Weapon Angel yawned cutely, put the cards in his hand on the ground, stood up, walked to Valentine and gave him a hug, then casually put the weapons on the ground back behind his back, transforming into an angel. Disappeared by a dazzling beam of light. The dark blue flying dragon returned to its normal size. Looking at the petrified Jiao Zhengyu, he roared with obvious ridicule in his eyes, flapped his wings and flew into the sky.
If it was a normal Jiao Zhengyu, of course he would not lose, but now he has turned off his computing power just to avoid cheating in the game, and the result is a complete defeat.
I didn't bow down to poker and cheating, but luck defeated me.
Play GG with joy and laughter.
"that……"
Jiao Zhengyu would look over at Valentine who was in a sluggish state and smile awkwardly.
"Are you coming? Fight..."
What greeted him was the flaming sword in Valentine's hand.
————————A wise Arab once said: go fxxkyourself! ————————
"I really didn't expect that you would fight the landlord in my mental space, take me as a bet, and lose the fight?"
Valentin held a pillow in his hand and kept slapping Jiao Zhengyu's head with a ferocious expression and gritted teeth. Jiao Zhengyu squatted on the ground and held his head in his hands. He looked full of majesty, without any image of a god-level civilization.
The dark blue dragon flying in the sky roared twice, sounding like it was laughing.
"I didn't know the magic tablet behind your back was so strong."
Jiao Zhengyu's voice became much pitiful.
"Four deuces, two kings," Valentine said as he swung his hand, "You don't even know if anyone has ever had a deuce?"
"I thought all the good cards were in Raphael's hand."
Wrongful.
The Blade Angel said don't throw your blame to me.
"Oh my God!" Valentin said and swung the pillow, and the pillow slapped on Jiao Zhengyu's arm: "If you go to play mahjong like this, you won't lose everything!"
"Yes."
Jiao Zhengyu suddenly stood up, and without stopping Valentine's movement, he fell to the ground with his face on the ground. Looking at the back of the little dragon man on the ground, Jiao Zhengyu clapped his hands: "You're here, aren't there only four of us? We can just play mahjong."
This sentence directly extinguished the anger in Valentine's heart. Nothing else, the fire was burning too brightly and the oxygen was gone, so it was extinguished.
"You were teaching me about Laplace's demon just now, but when you came in you were fighting landlords. Is the style of painting so different?"
Valentine turned over and lay on the ground with a weak voice.
Although the pillow is very light, if you swing it too many times, your arms will get sore.
"My popular science knowledge with you does not conflict with my fighting landlords with them. Do you know? When I was communicating with you, I was still communicating with other agents in this universe. This is nothing to me. It’s just a little bit of computing power.”
"Don't talk about doing two things at once, it's okay to do 10^21 things at once."
One person has a thousand faces.
"I was so angry with you that I forgot about the real thing..." Valentine slowly got up from the ground, his twisted waist like a caterpillar. After he stood up straight, the familiar interface appeared in front of the two of them. In the middle of the interface is a gift box wrapped with a red ribbon, with a question mark printed on it. There is a number with a green background in the upper left corner of the interface, which seems to have infinite magic power and catches Valentine's eyes.
"What you want - 75% surprise game gift pack."
Jiao Zhengyu stood next to the interface and patted it.
"How's it going? Do you feel excited?"
"I feel quite excited. The main reason is that I am angry with you." Valentine glared at him.
"Speaking of this, do you still want to continue with the USP thing?" Jiao Zhengyu looked at him and made an OK gesture, and the expression on his face made Valentine feel scared.
"Next time, please become a woman and say such things to me, otherwise I will continue to chop you with a long sword."
"Actually, I have no gender. You know I'm a robot..." When Jiao Zhengyu wanted to continue his tirade, Valentin gave him a dangerous look to stop the topic.
“Come on, I’ll leave this sacred thing of clicking to buy to you.”
A small interface appeared in front of Valentine, which was exactly the same as the purchase interface of a certain steam platform, and there were options that needed to be checked.
Valentin didn't care about that, just checked the box and pressed the confirm purchase button. Immediately afterwards, the small interface disappeared, and the gift box in the large interface in front of him opened its lid, and an interface similar to the see ass go box opening appeared. Countless games passed through the interface from right to left. Among them, Valentine saw games he was familiar with such as Warframe, Killing Floor 2, Rebellion, etc., as well as various zone-locked games that he wanted to buy but couldn't.
Among these flashing games, Valentin even saw some weird works with first-person shooting, and the expression on his face became a little exciting.
Finally, the scrolling interface stopped, and the long pointer stopped at the edge of a game poster.
And the name of that game is...
Bang bang bang.
