Not long after leaving the addict's tent, Feng Xue realized that it was absolutely impossible to go on like this. There were so many branch roads in the city's sewers that it was like a maze. Of course, Feng Xue was not worried about finding the exit, but he was Worried that after pushing open the manhole cover, he found himself in the backyard of Jeston's house.
Just as a light of fire appeared faintly in his field of vision, he looked for the light and soon saw a tent that looked a little shabby.
There was a dirty black man sitting in front of the tent. He was wearing badly worn but not so dirty clothes. When he saw Feng Xue coming, he even waved hello.
This was not the first time that Feng Xue had encountered this situation along the way. She finally gritted her teeth and forced herself to forget the fact that she was wearing an evening dress. She walked forward and spat out Colombian as fluently as possible. Victorian accent:
"Hey buddy, where's the exit around here?"
When the black man heard Feng Xue's question, he didn't think there was anything strange about Feng Xue's evening dress appearing in the sewer. He just grinned, showing his white teeth, and pointed in one direction as if out of habit:
"Go forward, turn left at the first intersection and you will see it."
"Thank you." Although it felt a bit strange, Feng Xue still thanked him and ran along the path he pointed out. After a few steps, ladders made of steel bars appeared on the wall - in the dark environment of the sewer. Below, if you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.
"Thank you for asking for directions." Feng Xue shook his head, looking at the ladder that looked rusty red but seemed to have a layer of patina. He lowered his head and looked at his hands. Fortunately, the Phantom of the Opera's coat It came with a pair of white gloves, which quickly made him overcome his psychological burden.
The height of the ladder was not exaggerated. After passing the sewer dome, he climbed another ten meters before reaching the manhole cover. Feng Xue listened carefully and could faintly hear the sound of vehicle engines and the noise of the street. After thinking for a moment, He freed up his left hand to tug at the shadow-like cloak behind him, and then pushed the manhole cover open.
call!
A refreshing wind with the smell of gasoline blew past Feng Xue's face, but here was a narrow alleyway located at the corner of the street, sandwiched between two buildings.
Turning his head and looking around, he could even see a wet "balloon" in the corner and the imprints of hands and feet that could make up many things based on their position.
He quickly drilled out of the wellhead and, following the basic moral principle of closing the door, he restored the manhole cover to its original position, then clapped his hands and waited until the stains on the soles of his shoes gradually faded before walking out of the alleyway.
Then, Feng Xue finally realized the difference between "integrating into the environment" and "lowering existence".
If reducing the sense of presence directly makes it difficult to be noticed, which can be regarded as a different kind of invisibility, then blending into the environment makes you "it is natural for you to be here."
Just like in the forest, you don't care about the birds on the branches. In the desert, you don't pay attention to the yellow sand under your feet. In the sea, you don't count every drop of sea water. Feng Xue seems to be the one who should exist in this environment. Things are normal, no matter where you are, there will be nothing out of the ordinary.
If he had changed into the previous assassin suit, no one would have noticed his presence at this time, but now, wearing a gorgeous and eye-catching classical dress, he is no matter whether he is walking in a dirty sewer or a modern saint. On the streets of Luotan City, I didn’t receive any strange glances. Instead, I could see one or two passers-by from time to time, and they would habitually raise their hands to say hello. Of course, there should also be [Money Printing Machine] labels provided. The influence of the treasure] element is just that.
"In general, it has its own merits in reducing the sense of presence." Feng Xue slightly adjusted the neckline to make the silk scarf less obstructive. Although in terms of concealment, this blending into the environment seems much worse, but for itself As for Feng Xue, who has mastered the ability of "breath blocking", the overlapping ability is not as big as the improvement of blind filling.
However, compared to the increase brought by the new equipment, Feng Xue is more concerned about another thing -
[Money Printing Machine] The growth of labels that has stabilized seems to be improving again!
Although there is still a long way to go to make up for his daily consumption, the feeling of fresh [knowledge] flowing in every moment cannot be faked.
"Is it because I escaped from prison, so people who were originally unable to snatch people from Jeston, but knew about my existence, started to have ideas?"
The corners of Feng Xue's mouth rose slightly. He was not surprised but happy about this situation. He wished that there were more people who wanted to benefit from him. If there were 1,800 people, he would not have to think about returning to Infinite City at all. Just find a way to sneak to Yan Country.
It's a pity that there are not so many such people.
Based on the current level of knowledge, it would take him about ten days to gather the [knowledge] needed to survive in reality for a day. It doesn’t sound like much, but this is an income of 10,000 towers a day!
However, as soon as he thought that the high-end resources of Infinite City were basically monopolized by residential areas, and even if he had money, he would have nowhere to spend it, Feng Xue was less excited about this income.
"With all calculations, I can survive for a little more than five days at most in reality."
Feng Xue felt the speed at which his [knowledge] passed, and unconsciously quickened his pace. In five days, he would either find a way to return to that door and re-enter the Infinite City to accumulate strength, or, in this short period of time, , make more big news and let more people remember themselves.
At this moment, Feng Xue suddenly felt that she understood a little bit about those who were violent towards people in the real world. After all, the birth of the label required too high a cognitive intensity - Chen Xiyao had only had moments of emotional outbursts for so long. He was given the label [Chef], and now he was sure that the number of people looking for him would definitely be no less than three figures, but no one among them had even given him a new label.
It can be seen that the birth of labels is relatively independent for each perceiver. If there is a progress bar for the aggregation of labels, as long as no one reaches 100%, then even hundreds of millions of people will reach 99%. , the label will still not be provided.
And when will a person have a strong enough cognition?
At least it must be when the emotions are the most intense, right?
When do people feel most intensely?
On the brink of death, in despair and pain, in extreme sadness... Of course, being very happy should also work, but the problem is that compared to making people happy and excited enough to gather labels, creating pain is obviously more time-consuming and labor-saving.
As long as you crazily torture a person in the real world, you will most likely get a label such as "torturer" or "enemy". If you put him back into the modern era, more people of the same kind will have the same cognitive enhancement to this label. How is this? Making money?
But on the other hand, even if the favorability of people in this world is increased until death, she will be unforgettable about herself, and even generate a [Beloved] label, so the only one who can provide recognition for this label is this Beloved. one person.
After all, it is easy for people to regard the enemies of relatives and friends as enemies, even if the two parties have never met, but on the other hand, it is difficult to regard a person who has never met as a friend, even if he and his relatives and friends will remain loyal until death. .
"It's hard to be a good person, especially for Wu." After realizing the contagion mechanism of [label], Feng Xue couldn't help but sigh, and then began to search for common quotes indispensable for every urban protagonist. Machine...
