Earth Survival Guide

Chapter 808

Gu Tao sat in front of the table, staring at the notebook in front of him in a daze.

He has used more than forty ways to destroy this tattered notebook. It can be destroyed, but no matter how it is destroyed, it will eventually reappear around Gu Tao, and there is nothing valuable on it, and there is no energy response. , but it just keeps showing up.

"No, I don't believe it!"

He suddenly put an incinerator in front of him as if competing, and then threw the book into it again and again, and the number of times he destroyed was displayed on the side. In a whole day, the number changed from zero to four thousand three hundred and thirty three, But the notebook kept appearing in his pocket.

He burned his clothes, and the notebook appeared on his lap. He tied the notebook to the rocket and launched it into deep space, but 15 seconds after the launch, the notebook appeared on his lap again.

"Is there a bug?"

Gu Tao was really about to collapse. He now felt that he was stuck in a bug. After realizing this, he started looking everywhere for the Ubisoft LOGO hidden here, but he didn't see Tudou after searching for a long time. Jun's logo, he finally gave up completely.

Holding this notebook and sitting on the bed, my whole body felt relieved, like a new life at that moment.

"Ah...it turns out that if you give up your life, you will really feel detached."

Gu Tao felt a halo rose behind him, and his body became lighter and lighter, as if he could fly.

"Captain, you may be going crazy if you torture yourself like this again."

"Yeah." Gu Tao smiled and said, "Life is nothing more than that, it's better to end it early."

"Captain, don't scare me."

Gu Tao raised his head, his face ashen ashes: "Satania, I'm stuck with a bug, I can't get out."

"It doesn't affect anything, why destroy it?"

"Can you allow a completely unanalyzable thing to stay around? I can't allow it, really can't! But!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

He rolled over on the bed with his head in his arms, and then his whole body seemed to be suffering from rabies, tearing up the notebook with extreme excitement, tearing it with his hands, biting it with his teeth, and even chewed it into pieces and swallowed it in his stomach, but in the end it would all return to its original form. That dead figure appeared in front of him.

"Father!"

Gu Tao scratched his hair vigorously, then suddenly took a deep breath, and collapsed beside him. He picked up a bottle of wine, gulped down half of it, then fell down, and fell asleep soundly.

While he was sleeping, the young writer who gave him the strange book was chatting with another man. The young writer was leaning against the door of the kitchen door, and this room was no different from any ordinary house. Come to a square, the decoration is very simple.

"Give me the amulet?" The man who was cooking asked without looking back: "Don't forget, if he disappears suddenly, we will disappear too, and order will have to be rebuilt."

"Yes." The young writer nodded and said: "The soul is bound, hahahaha... I think he must be destroying it now."

"He will definitely doubt life." The man who cooked turned his head and smiled: "This is probably the only way we can get back at him."

"Well, but it's not considered revenge. One day in the future, when he will find that this notebook is an artifact that records all the information of parallel universes, he may thank us."

"No, he will destroy your father. You'd better hope he doesn't find out."

"Yes... hold the grass... but according to my observation, you are really your biological son." The young writer smiled and said: "Right, No. [-]."

The man who was cooking turned his head and held two dishes: "Your father violated the regulations and gave birth to offspring with ordinary humans, and then created your BUG. But who would have thought that the BUG would eventually become the body of the universe."

"Okay, just don't let him be hurt by high-dimensional creatures, you'd better be ready to fight at any time." The young writer whistled: "By the way, why don't you participate in the design and debugging of his prototype? Wouldn't you be truly invincible in this way, and you can even get out of his control."

The man named No. [-] laughed, sat in his seat, picked up his chopsticks and ate a mouthful of food: "Even if it is me, I can't touch my own original body, and there will be an endless loop of bugs. So Everything can only be done by you.”

"Liusu, it's time to eat."

A female voice in the room responded, and the young writer sighed: "Then what am I going to do next?"

"Go to the earth in that time and space, and take a closer look at which bastard is doing things." Number seven narrowed his eyes slightly: "I haven't done anything for a long time, and the civilization that made Tacheng talk to your grandfather as a higher civilization Make contact, set up beacons and walk through portals."

"Your grandpa..."

"It's really your grandfather." No. [-] nodded seriously, "Do you admit that he is your grandfather or not."

The writer Yuanyuan exhaled helplessly: "Why don't we intervene directly?"

"What should we do after the intervention? If we directly access the protection, there will be a possibility that he will stop developing the prototype. This probability is 17.00%. This is a very high probability value. Do you dare to bet?"

"Don't dare."

"That's fine." Seven chuckled: "Once this happens, even if you are a true god, you will be wiped out immediately. Because we logically do not exist."

The young writer gasped, and then started to bury his head in his meal. Halfway through his meal, he said, "By the way, although we can't interfere directly, I think we can live there for a while. That era was a bit fun."

No. [-] paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Then, shall I open a fried chicken restaurant?"

"I'm opening a coffee shop!"

And after they discussed it, the action was carried out immediately. As a true god-level existence, going to another world is as simple as going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes... Well, it may be a little easier.

So that afternoon, not far from the base, two stores that had been vacant for a long time began to open for business. It took less than an hour from the renovation to the start of business, but no one thought it was a strange thing .And all the licenses in it have been filed with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and the boss's information is also full, and everything can be checked.

Without even knowing what happened, people around them knew them naturally, and even felt a sense of intimacy, as if someone had forcibly added a memory about these two stores.Anyone who has the concept of this place in their mind will remember that there are two stores here, one is a coffee shop and the other is a fried chicken shop.

The shop on No. [-] is called fried chicken, which is fried chicken, without any other bells and whistles.And the cafe for young writers is called Nephalem.

"Only a fool would use his own name as a store name."

"Only a fool would call a fried chicken restaurant for fried chicken."

"It doesn't matter." Number Seven shook his head and said, "Anyway, you're an idiot."

"Hold."

After the two people met, they quickly entered their shop.

"Remember, you can't tamper with other people's memories, let's fight for sales."

"Come on, just come." The young writer curled his lips: "Smelly hello."

After satisfying their appetite, the two began to compare their sales. I have to say that No. [-]'s cooking skills are top-notch. The fried chicken he made can be described as perfect, not to mention tender and juicy, and not greasy at all. , In his store, there is also his own scented tea, which can perfectly neutralize the taste of fat. After experiencing the fried chicken nuggets bursting into slurry in your mouth, take another sip of tea, which is very beautiful.

Although this place was very remote, they couldn't stop them from tampering with the memories of many people. After a while, people began to come in and out of their shop in a steady stream. Even many agents from the base would come to buy fried chicken or have a cup of coffee.

Like regulars, they came here and took orders skillfully. Then they got used to the fried chicken shop owner's stinky face, and even said hello to him.

When it was past five o'clock, Jing Yuan, who hadn't finished eating, was sitting in the seat, and Xiu Ling was sitting opposite. They chatted for half an afternoon about Xiu Chen, but they still haven't reached a conclusion yet.

"It's getting late, I'll treat you to fried chicken." Jing Yuan stretched his waist: "There's a restaurant next to here that tastes really good."

"I remember if there is a coffee shop next door? The coffee in that shop is better than the one in Paris."

"Let's go then."

The two got up and walked to the two shops together. They first lined up to buy some fried food at No. [-], then sat at the Nephalem by the window and ordered some desserts and coffee.

"You'd better handle the matter of Xiuchen properly. You know, that girl hasn't been wronged much since she was a child, and she has annoyed me to death these two days." Xiu Ling sighed: "I also know that she has no talent, But you have to find a way, right?”

"That's the truth, but after all, she is also a member of the prince's group. It's not easy for me to arrange. I'd better get the prince's approval first. I will talk to him tomorrow."

"Let me talk to him, after all, I am..."

"You want to say it's Shi Niang, right?" Jing Yuan sneered: "Shameless."

Xiu Ling snorted, and didn't talk about this topic again: "Do you think the bosses of these two stores are a bit strange?"

"What's weird?"

"I don't know, but it's very strange." Xiu Ling frowned: "My spiritual sense is very sensitive. Although I look like an ordinary person, I feel very strange."

At this time, the young writer stepped forward: "Coffee and dessert for the two of you."

"Hey." Xiu Ling raised his head and looked at him: "Let me ask you, why do I feel that you are out of place with this place?"

"You can call me Yuanyuan, my name is a bit girly, but it's because my sister is called Tuantuan." The young writer didn't answer Xiuling's question: "I'll go get busy first."

After he left, Xiu Ling frowned and said, "Look, it's really strange."

"What's so strange, people just don't want to talk to you." Jing Yuan said disdainfully: "Restrain your damn charm."

"No...it's just not right, no..." Xiu Ling touched his chin: "I want to check them out."
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