Star Trace Gate

The clouds blocked the moonlight, the temperature was hot and it seemed like a heavy rain was about to land.

Mr. He leaned his buttocks lightly on the window sill, rubbed his chin with his slender fingers, and asked softly to a member of the Tongling: "How is the situation over there, little one?"

"That internet writer named Li Feng is a deadbeat nerd," the young man standing at the dining table, fiddling with the takeout, replied gruffly: "There is no progress at the moment. Boss, are we on the wrong track?"

Mr. He looked at the other party, a trace of anger flashed in his narrow Danfeng eyes.

The young man was frightened and thought: "...I called you wrong...I should call you sir."

In this team, Lao He dislikes these crude colleagues who call him boss or boss. He believed that he was an artist and worthy of the word "sir". Even Lao Yin called him that when he was on the sofa...

Slow down, sir.

Sir, fierce.

"Sir," a female player eating fried chicken looked at Mr. He cautiously and asked: "Since Li Feng is an important interpersonal relationship of Ren Daguo, then we can find out information about him, why can't the Shou Sui people find out? To? Official organization, after all, it is an official organization... I don’t think this is reasonable.”

Mr. He looked at the other party with approval: "You have a very bright mind."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." The woman held the fried chicken in her right hand and bowed to express her gratitude.

"However, this matter is reasonable." Mr. He explained softly: "The news that Li Feng was connected with Ren Daguo leaked out among an evil player group, and was eventually bought by a cripple. Therefore, he is not a watcher. I can't find it, but there are others who are secretly targeting Ren Ye just like us. I guess... there are other players in the Qingliang Mansion Star Gate who are exerting their influence in reality, such as the fraud chamber of commerce that is inexplicably involved. "

The woman thought carefully: "Is it possible that this is a trap? The Sui Shou people can't find us, so they are using Li Feng to lure us to take action?"

Mr. He's eyes widened: "Of course this is a possibility, but we don't have time. Guo Caier and Xing Tao are about to enter. We must fight once, and we will fight once for the bell."

At this point, everyone was silent.

"Sir, would you like some spicy crayfish?" the sturdy man invited.

"I'm in a bad mood, so I just go out for a walk." Mr. He replied sadly, put his hands in his pockets, and left the room.

At the dining table, a group of copper bell players gathered around.

The very cautious woman shrugged her shoulders unconsciously, frowned slightly and said, "I don't know why, but in the past two days... I always feel a chill on the back of my neck."

"Shall I cover you with my tongue?" the strong man asked with concern.

"Okay." The woman agreed: "I always feel like I'm stained with something dirty."

Twenty minutes later, at the intersection downstairs. A pile of underworld coins is burning, the fire is beating and the light is bewitching.

The recipient address of the Mingbi package was Lao Yin's name.

Mr. He was holding a branch and controlling the fire, with a hint of sadness in his eyes: "Although we have just met, we can still be regarded as... friends. If you like money, I will give you more."

Artists are emotional and cannot be fully interpreted.

He had just heard that Lao Yin had died, and he felt a little sad indeed, and felt that he should send him off.

The irony is that Lao Yin claimed to have countless friends on Tongren Road, but the only person who actually burned paper to commemorate him was Mr. He, who had glanced at him. His former companion will be forgotten in a few days.

"Ugh."

Mr. He couldn't help but sang the lyrics again: "Life and death, death and death...Decades pass by, who can you remember, and who can remember you...!"

"Squeak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a police car stopped on the side of the road. Sir opened the door and got out of the car: "Who told you to burn paper here?"

"...!" Mr. He was stunned for a moment: "My friend is dead."

"Then you can't burn paper?! The security fine is 500." Sir frowned and said.

"This is our traditional culture!" Mr. He emphasized angrily.

"Are you going to hand it in here or come back with me?" The other party took out a small notebook.

"...Oh, how much do we have left?" Mr. He actually sighed helplessly, and asked politely: "Can I burn a thousand yuan?"

……

Urban area.

In a stairwell, Ren Ye, who was wrapped up like a mummy, was looking attentively at the situation in the supermarket opposite.

After he fucked the Bull Terrier, he went to a small clinic on the outskirts of the city to treat the small wounds that had been rubbed by gravel. Although the bleeding stopped, the pain was still unbearable.

In the supermarket opposite, there was only a middle-aged man in his forties, sitting in front of the computer, typing away.

He is Li Feng, and he is also one of the few good friends of his father Ren Daguo.

As we all know, the social circle of Internet article authors is very narrow, especially the street writers. They can't talk to the big guys in the industry. In reality, they code every day and stay at home. Over time, they develop social phobia and generally like to be alone.

Dad and Li Feng are very different in age, but they have the same chemistry. They both like to watch short films, do things with their hands, and most importantly, both of them are street lovers... There is no class gap, so the relationship has always been good.

This supermarket belongs to Li Feng's parents, and he can only visit the store at night. After so many years, I have not been married, have no children, and am single, which is quite easy.

After Ren Ye locked Li Feng, he bent down and sat on the ground tiredly.

He didn't know why the people from the Bell Club were following Li Feng. But since Bull Terrier said that Ren Daguo would be found through him, then Ren would definitely not give up this clue.

Sitting on the cold ground, Ren Ye suddenly remembered something. He immediately focused his attention and mobilized his senses.

"brush!"

A burst of light appeared, and a very delicate nine-story tower appeared in his hand.

Judging from the appearance, this thing is made of copper, with fine carvings, half the length of an adult's finger, and there is a small Taoist talisman engraved on the outer window of each floor.

Ren also played with it and felt it again.

[An ordinary nine-story pagoda: This is a chanting pagoda in a certain temple. Its appearance is seriously damaged and the evil spirit is leaking out. According to rumors, a stupid demon spirit is sealed in the pagoda. Miraculous stunt - Demon Spirit Strike: In critical moments, release the stupid demon spirit, and it will launch the strongest strike to help you. Limited number of times: 1/3. 】

The cold sound in his ears flashed by, and Ren also played with the pagoda and commented with a little disappointment: "This bull terrier is also a poor person! It's just a limited-time prop, and it has been used twice. Alas. , better than nothing.”

But if you think about it, this is normal. What level of player you are will determine the level of opponents you will encounter.

Want to get rich in one fight? What nonsense!

Do you think those veteran Star Gate players who have experienced countless lives and deaths are all stupid fools?

Fortunately, Bull Terrier didn't have many props, otherwise it wouldn't be certain who would die.

"call!"

Ren also put away the small tower, lay down in the stairwell, and began to wait quietly.

……

Kyoto Airport.

"Delayed?" Yan Duoduo asked the beautiful woman at the airline's ground desk, "When can we fly?"

"I'm sorry, sir, there will be heavy rains in Shanghai today and tomorrow," the beauty replied politely: "We are still not sure when we can fly. But we have prepared an airport hotel for you. You can take a special car to rest there."

Yan Duoduo's chest heaved when he heard this.

He's been really having a rough time these days. Oh, no, to be precise, it should be that after he heard the name "Ren Ye", he started to have bad luck.

First, the Bell Club went offline, and then a young couple died in the area. Not long after, another player-versus-player incident occurred in the university town. Tonight, a mahjong parlor on Tongren Road was wiped out again...

He came all the way to Kyoto, wearing a decent suit and combing his hair like an adult. Just when he was about to report happily to his superiors, Ren Ye's father... was lost again.

Now I want to go home, but the plane is out of service again.

It was so rough!

Yan Duoduo dragged his suitcase and kept telling himself in his heart, don't be angry, don't be angry, there is a potential player like this...

After gasping for breath for several times, Yan Duoduo once again had a confident smile on his lips. As he walked towards the airport exit, he dialed the number of the Shanghai Stock Exchange: "Two things: First, help me book a ticket for the fastest return trip immediately. High-speed rail ticket. Secondly, the monk player you mentioned last time, can he perform the transfer ceremony? Yes, you should contact him... um, um, my mother has been quite unlucky recently..."

"Boss, I also have an emergency to report."

"What's wrong?" Yan Duoduo asked with a smile.

"... Ren is also lost." The other party paused and replied.

"boom!"

Mr. Yan's brain seemed to explode in an instant, his body stiffened, and his suitcase fell to the ground with a bang.

His lonely figure looked very helpless and messy in the crowded airport...

……

In Shanghai, in a small morgue of a small hospital.

In the small security room, an old man was eating the dinner prepared by his wife, drinking some wine, and listening to the news on his mobile phone radio.

"It was reported that a few days ago, a male body was lost in a hospital in Suzhou and Hangzhou. The police are currently investigating the case and are also soliciting clues from the society."

"Hahahaha!"

The old man laughed when he heard the news, and shook his head helplessly: "It's true that you live forever. You said I could bear to throw away a female body, but who would steal a male body for what? Do you need a father?!"

"Oh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the morgue was pushed open from the inside out.

An old man who was nearly seventy years old walked past the security room in a swish.

"Gah!"

The old man's laughter stopped abruptly, he stretched his neck and rubbed his eyes: "Who... who walked out naked? Huh?!"

Ten minutes later, the old man bravely went to the morgue. After a careful inspection, he immediately ran back to the security room and dialed a phone number with trembling hands: 'Hello? Director, I solved the case! ...I know who stole the body! According to the news report, the murderer was Guang Ning...! "