Netherworld Investigator

For a long period of time after Xiaokan Fengyun and Poor's wedding, Wangchen didn't show up.

It was already two months later when he went online again, Wangchen explained the reason for his disappearance lightly and perfunctorily, and only reasoned that the third dimension was sometimes busy, and everyone tacitly did not ask.

It's just that the atmosphere of getting along has become awkward after all.

No matter how dull Wen Baifan is, he can still feel Wang Chen's unreasonable hostility towards him.

Originally, he didn't want to argue with women, but after being tripped by him a few times, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

His angry performance is to ignore people.

As a result, people have gradually discovered that they spend less time online, even if they are online, they spend most of their time paddling, and it is rare to see those annoying text bubbles filling the screen on the battlefield.

In stark contrast to Poverty's carelessness, Wangchen's skills are becoming more and more sophisticated, and like the goddess of victory, he often leads the team to win bosses and set new records.

Later, as long as Wangchen appeared in the team, everyone's morale would be boosted.And as long as there is trouble, everyone will fall into silence.

In the tug-of-war between the popularity and strength of the two goddesses, a newcomer from Gosing applied to join the guild... The Internet is like this, people you think are real are just a bunch of data, and the other party can change a thousand times This face can reappear, or disappear at any time, cutting off all contact with you without restraint.

In communication that restricts certain senses, one cannot see the other party's expression, hear the tone of the other party's speech, and have no way of guessing the other party's true thoughts and moods.With enough patience and interest, everyone can be whoever they want to be.

For Wen Baifan's role-playing personality, it's perfect for him to be in the online world.His multiple roles are true and false, even he sometimes does not know which one is his real self, and which moment he said is his truest thought.This kind of acting made him feel safe, layers of vests were like armor, enveloping a void.

Qiao Kejun came out of the bathroom half-naked, a few drops of water dripped from his forehead hair, streaked across his tight and sexy abdominal muscles, and disappeared into the gully loosely wrapped by the bath towel.

He leaned on the head of the bed, took the tablet on the head of the bed with one hand, unlocked it, and the official forum page of "The Rebellion of Babel" appeared on the screen.

Although it was almost midnight, the number of people online continued to increase instead of decreasing.

On the gossip discussion board, an old post titled "The Generation of Wasteland Pioneers: The Glory Road of the Laughing Red Dust Guild" was popular!

The poster's ID is Quanzhixian, signature column: knowledgeable, rigorous and serious.

This post was written in April seven years ago. Wangchen Moji announced that the former president Xiaokan Fengyun would retire and she would take over the post of president.Quanzhixian has an outstanding literary talent, and reviews a series of achievements of Xiaohongchen Guild under the leadership of Xiaokan Fengyun since its inception in a pertinent but warm tone, and describes the important gods in Xiaohongchen Guild in the form of biographies Their life stories, in addition to the three veterans, there are also five masters including Gosing.

The reason why Wen Baifan was surrounded by crowds as soon as he went online tonight is probably related to this post being upvoted again.At that time, Quanzhixian must have never imagined that the post he wrote would become the tallest building in the gossip version of the forum in the future, "every peak must be pinched, every pinch must be fire".

The reason why Quanzhixian provoked public outrage is that he is one of the few fans of "Poverty Breastfeeding Me", so in this post, he has a lot of praise for Poverty between the lines, thinking that she is both humorous and transparent, and will She is revered as a goddess.

Under the original post of Quanzhixian, the person who posted the famous pink post "Book of Laughing and Forgotten" was the first to attack.In the long post, she used fierce words to describe the grievances within the guild. To be precise, it was the love and hatred between the three elders.

"The brainless fan of a certain Gongzhu is really as shameless as her real self. Please, anyone with eyes should know what the truth is. Mr. Gongzhu obviously has no skills, and dares to call himself a veteran with a little qualifications, arrogant The domineering face is really annoying. Xiao Fanchen's influence today is undoubtedly due to Xiaokan Fengyun and the Goddess Wangchen, but there is an unsightly word between "xiao" and "chen". You probably don't know why."

Laughing at Fengyun, he had a secret love for Goddess Wangchen very early on. I believe many people on the forum have seen the video of the two fighting monsters together back then. What a matching couple (more Please poke me open for romantic details).She didn't expect that later, she would be interfered by a certain adult. She smiled secretly and watched Fengyun try her best to please Fengyun, but she pretended to be an innocent little white rabbit in front of Wangchen.The man is also not firm in his will, and he can't refuse what comes to his door. After many courtesies, he sees that the iceberg goddess is unmoved, so he retreats to the next best thing and forms a relationship with the male cook.It's really easy to change but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

After becoming the president's wife, Mr. Gongzhu completely revealed his true colors. He only wanted to be a young mistress who just wanted to sit back and enjoy what she got, and was always paddling.But whoever makes people marry well, laughs at Fengyun and protects his weaknesses, and whoever is disrespectful to his father, he will chase and kill him to fame, completely losing his demeanor as a leader.Gong Zhu probably also knows that she is not likable, so she seldom goes online. Congratulations, I really hope that I will never see her again.

Three months ago, Xiaokan Fengyun led the team to battle for the last time in the dungeon on the eve of the accident. As an MT, he actually went offline halfway, ruining the hours of hard work of his teammates. He really didn't have a sense of responsibility.This time, even this abdication, he didn't come forward to make a statement in person, leaving the mess behind and let Wangchen take care of it alone. Is there any reason for this?Feeling sorry for Wangchen, the signboard she was trying to carry was named after a scumbag.

Xiao Hongchen has come all the way to today, people's hearts are scattered, falling apart, in the final analysis whose fault is, you judges can judge for themselves in the bottom of their hearts.The world of mortals is so ridiculous, and infatuation is the most boring. May Wangchen be well. "

As soon as this post was posted, it caused an uproar, and the followers quickly divided into two distinct factions. One group believed that the followers boldly expressed the dissatisfaction they had been holding in their hearts and deserved support, while the other group thought it was naked. slander and vilification.Smiling at Fengyun and Poverty, I have already left the game completely, and Wangchen Moji didn't respond to this post. The center of the typhoon's eye was very calm, but the passers-by who were watching were arguing and arguing.

It’s just that with the passage of time, year after year, the people who personally participated in these events have gradually faded out of the game, and most of the people who followed the post looked at this post with the mood of watching the old gossip of a generation of wasteland pioneers.Influenced by previous descriptions and emotions, they are more inclined to think that poverty is a harmful princess disease and mistress.

In the latest ten pages of posts, there is no one who doesn't care about the details and truth of what happened back then. They just came up to scold this typical pair of scumbags when they have time, so as to vent their grievances and frustrations in real life. Unbearable.

The mobile phone was placed in the living room, and the low battery notification sounded through the half-opened door. Qiao Kejun sat motionless, and had no intention of getting up to charge it.

He quickly scanned the post, his pupils flashed those unsightly descriptions, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's approaching zero.

Holding the phone, Wen Baifan paused with his fingertips, and the cursor flickered behind the words "Happy New Year".

He added two more words: "Good night."

He wanted to say something more, but he didn't enter any more words until the lit screen went dark again.

Take a deep breath and hit send.

The countdown to zero came from outside the window.

The phone went dark, and there was no reply for a long time.

Wen Baifan poked his head out of the balcony window and saw that the neighbor's living room hadn't turned off the lights.

He was obviously not asleep, so why didn't he reply.

Lying on the sofa, Wen Baifan threw his phone into the air in boredom, and then caught it firmly.

Throw it, catch it.

Throw it and catch it again.

Throw it again, catch it again.

The gods seemed to have heard the unbearable prayer of this lump of smart metal, and just when Wen Baifan was about to throw it away again, a familiar notification tone finally sounded.

He withdrew a bunch of force from his fingertips, grabbed the phone that was almost out of his hand, and quickly opened it——

"I'm afraid that there are too many blessings on New Year's Eve, and you won't care about my greetings; I'm afraid that the firecrackers on the first day of junior high school will be too noisy, and you won't be able to hear my blessings; I'm afraid that the food on the second day of junior high school will be too delicious, and you won't see my text messages , so I choose to send you blessings at this moment, the year of the monkey is approaching, I wish my dear Wen Baifan all the best in the year of the rooster."

Fu Ruyun is crazy.

Wen Baifan returned her expression dumbfounded, then collapsed on the sofa again like a deflated ball, and sighed heavily towards the ceiling.

It's very difficult to fall in love, and I have no experience at all.

Having said that, how did Fu Ruyun get along with him back then?Although it is a failure experience, maybe you can refer to it.

Wen Baifan bounced off the sofa mountain, walked into the storage room in three steps at a time, and rummaged through the drawers of obsolete electronic products from memory for a long time, finally found a tattered flip phone.

I found the charging cable and plugged it in, and turned on the phone smoothly. The old-fashioned buttons were a little malfunctioning, and I finally clicked on the inbox.On mobile phones in the past, the inbox and outbox were separated, unlike now, you can see the complete conversation.

"Okay, let's try."

At that time, she was the one who confessed to Fu Ruyun first. She said that she would go back and think about it, and then she said this to herself that night.

In this way, the two established the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend.

What it's like for two people who don't call each other to fall in love, just look at the chat records.

"Okay, dear."

"okay."

"Uh-huh."

"Punch in for me, I'll go back first."

"Punch the card."

"Punch the card."

"Card."

Wen Baifan, who was nearly thirty years old, puffed his cheeks and looked through the text messages Fu Ruyun sent him in his old mobile phone, and found that the experience he had accumulated in his first love experience was really lacklustre.

Is this love? It's not at all.

Wen Baifan was so angry that he poked violently at the screen, and sent Fu Ruyun several furious emojis.

Fu Ruyun called him directly and asked him what he was doing, but Wen Baifan groaned and didn't speak.

"Could it be that you're lonely?" The woman's intuition was shockingly sharp, "Why, did you quarrel with your boyfriend?"

Wen Baifan was terrified, but he still pretended to be calm: "What did you say?"

"Don't pretend, I've heard that you have a super handsome boyfriend." Fu Ruyun joked, "I should have thought of it before, your elm head is not suitable for getting along with girls at all."

Wen Baifan said aggrievedly: "I just read our previous text messages. You are too indifferent to me. You don't like me at all. You just ask me to check in for you."

Speaking of this, Fu Ruyun was furious: "I asked you to check in for me, do you just check in?"

"Otherwise!" Wen Baifan's eyes widened, "Could it be that you asked me to hit me and didn't hit me on purpose?"

"The problem is that I asked you to check in because I have to go first, don't you care why I have to go first?" Fu Ruyun gave up and clicked her tongue, "I don't even know how to ask, you are heartless .”

Wen Baifan was not convinced: "How can I guess this kind of thing if you don't tell me?"

Fu Ruyun sighed, and chuckled lightly: "Honey, you don't need to guess about this kind of thing. If you really like someone, you can't take your attention away from him. You will know every expression he makes." You can't help thinking about it thousands of times in your heart. You only worry about whether you are too hot and annoy the other party. So in the final analysis, the other party's weight in your heart is not enough. "

Wen Baifan pinched the phone, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

"When you meet the right person, you have to hurry up and fall in love." Fu Ruyun's voice became very gentle, revealing a trace of imperceptible sadness, "Because we don't know when death will separate us."

The corridor in the middle of the night was very quiet, with the wind blowing in, Wen Baifan shivered, and couldn't help wrapping his coat tightly over his nightgown.

Just now he mustered up the courage to call Qiao Kejun's cell phone, but was told by an emotionless female voice that the phone had been turned off.

Did you shut down and didn't see your information, or did you shut down because you saw the information?

The distraught Wen Baifan stood like a statue in front of Qiao Kejun's house, maintaining the posture of raising his hand and knocking on the door for half a minute.

He put down his hands in frustration, sighed softly, and was about to go home.

The moment he turned around, the door opened.

The soft orange warm light embraced him like a tide from behind, and Wen Baifan's figure froze immediately.

"Don't you go to bed so late?" Qiao Kejun hugged her arms and leaned against the door leisurely.

"Well, I," Wen Baifan turned around slowly, and said cautiously, "I think..."

The room was pitch black, only a light in the entrance was turned on, Qiao Kejun was a little far away, and the expression on his face was flickering, making it hard to fathom.

"I want to tell you in person, um, Happy New Year." Wen Baifan struggled to finish the sentence, while carefully looking at Qiao Kejun from the corner of his eye.

"Thank you, and I wish you a happy new year too." Qiao Kejun stood motionless and replied lightly, "Is there anything else?"

Wen Baifan felt uncomfortable for a while, and replied in a stern tone: "It's gone."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

How embarrassing, a person who is almost 30 years old, will still be run on by someone else's lukewarm words, and his eyes will become hot.

"You don't, I do."

Qiao Kejun took a step forward, stretched out his long arms, grabbed the hood behind Wen Baifan's clothes, and took advantage of the situation to wrap him in his arms, "Qiao Xin is asleep, let's go to your house."

Wen Baifan's house turned on the heating as soon as winter entered, and as soon as he entered, Qiao Kejun helped him take off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door.

Wen Baifan hung his head and said nothing, silently took out his slippers and put them on.

He was still sullen with puffy face, but it was undeniable that the moment Qiao Kejun approached him, his hanging heart seemed to fall to the ground all at once.

Inexplicably practical.

Really useless.

The sound of the two entering the room woke up the cat in the corner.It leaned on the edge of the cat's nest, revealing one eye, staring at the owner and the... catnip plant.

However, the catnip spirit seemed to be breathing air-conditioning from top to bottom, and the little cat, who was very good at observing words and expressions, was a little afraid to approach it.

The atmosphere of silence was broken by two people who spoke at the same time.

"Why did you leave without saying a word just now?" Wen Baifan said.

"What's the relationship between you and Tang Xiaofeng?" Qiao Kejun said.

Qiao Kejun laughed back angrily, and squinted at him: "I called you so many times before I went out, but you were too absorbed in chatting with other women and didn't hear it."

Wen Baifan's face turned red, he knew he was wrong, and was about to admit his mistake honestly, when he suddenly remembered what Qiao Kejun asked, and couldn't help but be shocked: "You, who do you think I'm with? Xiaofeng?"

Qiao Kejun pursed his lips and stared at him coldly.Thinking of the screenshots of the conversations he saw on the forum just now, Pinfan smiled at Fengyun and saw Fengyun calling each one "husband" so affectionately, he couldn't help but get angry.

"You..." Wen Baifan glanced at him secretly, not knowing how to explain the joy in his heart, "Could it be jealous?"

Qiao Kejun leaned forward, pushed him down on the sofa somewhat roughly, and looked down at Wen Baifan with a harsh tone, "So what."

Wen Baifan, who was lying under him, raised his face and smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch the back of Qiao Kejun's head, and gave him a spicy kiss involuntarily.There was a slight exclamation from downstairs. Someone in the community set off fireworks in violation of the regulations, and the flames lit up the entire dark sky instantly.

The night is long and beautiful.

In the early morning light, Wen Baifan woke up to the sound of a spoon touching the wall of the bowl. Wen Baifan put on his coat and walked to the kitchen following the sound.In front of the counter, a handsome guy with long buttocks and long legs was wearing an apron, leaned slightly, and slowly poured the beaten egg into the hot oiled frying pan.

There is a happy and warm smell floating in the air, accompanied by a familiar smell of paste.

Wen Baifan leaned against the door, and smiled helplessly: "Why don't I come?"

"I'll come." Qiao Kejun glanced at him unnaturally, and ordered: "Go back to bed and lie down for a while."

Wen Baifan leaned back on the bed with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to find the phone on the bedside table, and planned to play a game of fighting.What I didn't want to touch was the old mobile phone with peeling paint and a broken screen. After reading it last night, I put it aside.

The picture on the screen still stays in the inbox opened yesterday.Wen Baifan glanced at it and was suddenly stunned.