I have a cub that escapes the boss

Ji Hanchuan: "This idea is very interesting."

He said "interesting", not "feasible".

The painter heard the difference and asked, "Is there any loophole in it?"

Ji Hanchuan shook his head lightly.

The painter's words did give him a little inspiration, but to the painter himself, it was meaningless.

After the players have all reached the finish line, the world will be closed.But the artist who is an NPC doesn't know this.

The painter looked at him, countless possibilities floated up in his heart, and finally settled on: "Is there something that you can't tell me?"

He thought of what Han Chuan had just said about "silencing the sound".

Thinking about it carefully, Han Chuan has actually explained it: other people cannot see the game board, so Han Chuan thinks that other people may not be able to hear the information about the "Abyss Game" board game.

There are no logical holes in it.

Thinking of this, the painter happened to watch Han Chuan speak and say something.

He could understand every word in it, but he just couldn't put the passage together.

The painter even felt that if he was a little distracted, he would forget even a little bit of weirdness that passed by at the moment.

He clasped his fingers on his legs, and Jiang Lin's eyes widened slightly.

The painter saw it and asked, "Xiao Jiang, do you understand?"

When the voice fell, he was already startled, thinking: What do you understand?What am I asking?

Han Chuan... What did he just say?

This feeling of being out of control makes the painter feel very bad.

And Jiang Lin looked up at him with complicated emotions, and shook his head.

The two have been together for many years and have a tacit understanding.The painter knew that Xiao Jiang's gesture meant that it was useless to tell you.

You still "do not understand".

The artist frowned, and suddenly raised his hand to get the card on the table.

Jiang Lin's pupils shrank, and he held the painter's wrist.

Painter: "Xiao Jiang!"

Jiang Lin asked: "Have you thought about it yet?"

The painter said with a smile: "Is there still a need to 'think'? Xiao Jiang, we have been together for so many years, if we switch situations now..."

He paused for a moment, his eyes were deep, like a still pool of water, the bottom was invisible, it was thick black, and he looked at Jiang Lin deeply.

Jiang Lin's pale eyelids with corpse spots trembled under the painter's gaze.

He heard the painter ask: "——will you be with me?"

Jiang Lin smiled wryly.

His hand slipped from the painter's wrist little by little, acquiescing to his lover's decision.

Seeing this, the artist called softly: "Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Lin sighed: "At that time, I went home, what do you think?"

The two reached a consensus.

Ji Hanchuan watched the whole scene, quite melancholy.

Today, during the day and at night, each watched a meeting of lovers.Only myself and Shao You are still at the ends of the earth.

The artist finally picked up the "Pokémon Ball (Shanzhai)".

The moment his finger touched the card, he heard a "ding", and a notification sound popped up on his phone.

And Ji Hanchuan said: "This is the 'virus' I told you about before. I don't know if Mr. Wu has a way to trace the source."

The painter responded, connected the phone to the computer, and started working.

There is a small robot on the mobile phone, and messages are displayed on the computer.

The artist was dual-purpose, seeing the little robot holding a small blackboard, and asked himself cutely:

【Detect...Detect...】

[The audience "Wu Yan", do you accept the invitation of the player "Han Chuan" to join "Abyss Game"? 】

Although the question is "whether", no options are given below.

Instead, half a minute after the text appears, it is naturally converted into a countdown.

Ji Hanchuan looked at it and complained, "It's really shameless."

Mr. Lu and Mrs. Lu looked at him speechlessly.

【3......2......1......】

[The image of the player "Wu Yan" is being generated. 】

[Congratulations to player "Wu Yan" for entering "Abyss Game". 】

【Detect...Detect...】

[Player "Wu Yan", join the chat room "A034". 】

【Happy game: P】

After all the text bubbles were uttered, the little robot slowly took off the blackboard made of pixel blocks from the top of its head, then placed it on the "ground", pulled out a piece of chalk from its head, and wrote vigorously on it.

Ji Hanchuan explained on the side: "Actually, when we first started playing, there was no APP design, and everything could only be done on the PC side. I thought it was troublesome, so I made a suggestion to the customer service."

The painter glanced at him.

At this moment, the pixel villain representing the painter has appeared at the starting point of the chessboard.In addition, he also joined the chat room.

It was around one o'clock at the moment, and most of the players were awake, but only a few of them noticed the movements in the group and the extra pixel figures on the chessboard.

This caused the chat group to explode immediately.

They looked at the word "Wu Yan" on the head of the new villain, and asked each other in the group: What's going on? !

Zhang Qiu circled administrator 034 and asked for an explanation.

And 034 finally finished writing the words on the blackboard.

The little robot raised the blackboard again and wrote:

[Player "Wu Yan" thinks he's smart, so he might get burned~]

Following these words, the color of the chalk in the little robot's hand changed, turning into a pile of flames that burned out from the screen.

And when the painter's computer screen went black, the air also smelled of burning.

The artist frowned, picked up the computer, and concluded after a while: "...the hard drive is burned."

The little robot put away the blackboard, wandered around, and left from the screen of the painter's phone.

In the chat room, administrator 034 replied: Yes, there are new players joining this game~

Zhang Qiu: New player?

Administrator: It’s a new way to play, explored by the player “Han Chuan”~

Zhang Qiu's typing hand paused slightly.

High school girl sits next to her and looks at the screen with her.

Zhang Qiu said, "It's him again."

The high school girl said: "Attack? He should reply."

Zhang Qiu frowned: "I have a bad feeling."

But she still circled Han Chuan in the group as the high school girl said.

After a while, Han Chuan replied: Give the NPC an item card that is not "bound after drawing", so that the NPC can also join the game.

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Qiu's pupils shrank immediately.

She thought of countless possibilities.

And soon, Han Chuan: I still have some things to deal with, and I will talk about the details tomorrow.

After finishing this sentence, he did not reply.

But the previous sentence alone has already stirred up waves among the players.

At Zheng Xin's home, Ji Hanchuan put down his phone and spread his hands: "Did I think it was too simple?"

But the painter asked him: "I never knew, how did you know my contact information?"

Ji Hanchuan replied: "My boyfriend is Shao Anyuan's son."

As soon as these words came out, the painter heard: That's right, Shao Anyuan's son does have access to some levels that others cannot touch—wait, Shao Anyuan's son?with him?

When did the lives of these two men intersect?

The painter suddenly noticed the loophole.

He wanted to say something, but the man in front of him blinked his eyes and said, "It's a long night and dreams, so let's use this prop first."

The painter paused and replied, "That's fine."

Ji Hanchuan taught him: "Just think about 'use'."

The artist did so, and the fluorescent light flashed, and a red and white Pokémon ball appeared in his hand.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Mr. Lu said softly: "This may be the most appropriate usage."

Mrs. Lu agreed: "That's right. Mr. Han doesn't need any more illustrated books, and capturing wandering souls has a chance of failure—"

As long as the wandering soul resists.

But this is not true in the case of the painter and Jiang Lin.

The Pokémon ball landed on Jiang Lin, and Jiang Lin's figure flashed and disappeared in front of everyone.

The red and white ball fell to the ground and was picked up by the painter.

Then, with a thought in his mind, Jiang Lin reappeared beside him.

At this time, Jiang Sir's skin returned to normal skin color.Wheat color with sunny, honey hues.

He smiled at the painter and said, "Old Wu, are you relieved now?"

The painter's eyes were slightly astringent.

Jiang Lin paused, and then said: "Exactly, I was worried about what to do if the boys in the unit found something wrong. Now that I am like this, I can go to work with peace of mind."

Painter: "..."

Painter: "You still want to go to work?"

Jiang Lin said calmly, "Yes, and I don't have to be afraid of anything in the future."

The painter opened his mouth, and several times the words came to his throat, but he couldn't speak.

Next to the two of them, Ji Hanchuan coughed lightly.

He asked the artist: "Mr. Wu, can you show me the prop card just now?"

The painter replied: "Okay."

After using it, the original "Pokémon Ball (Shanzhai)" has undergone some changes.

The golden card became the same red and white as the Pokémon ball. In addition, a photo of Jiang Lin's ID appeared in the original photo.

In the photo, he is wearing a uniform shirt, serious and handsome, looking in the direction of the camera.

【Jiang Lin】

bound.

Identity: Captain of Criminal Police Detachment of Zhujiang District, Guangcheng.

Attribute: Human.

Abilities: [-]. Impression of death, making the target of the attack experience the pain that Jiang Lin felt at the moment of death.

Two, (to be unlocked)

Three, (to be unlocked)

Remarks: When Nintendo produced this Pokémon Ball (copycat), it never imagined that its products would meet such a suitable capture object, so that the average capture success rate was increased by 0.01%, jumping to 0.27%.

Since the card had been bound by the artist, Ji Hanchuan couldn't touch it directly, but he could see the words on it.

He was slightly speechless, "It seems that this item has a high failure rate?"

The painter said objectively: "It looks like it is."

Ji Hanchuan turned to ask: "Mr. Jiang just said that he has to go to work tomorrow?"

The painter glanced at Jiang Lin, who nodded.

Ji Hanchuan humbly consulted: "That's it, the gentleman lying next to him." He glanced at Zheng Xin, "He is a primary school teacher. Has Jiang Sir heard about the case related to Ba Xiao?"

Eighth Elementary School is not in Jiang Lin's jurisdiction.

But Jiang Lin hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"It's easy to handle if you know it." Ji Hanchuan roughly talked about Zheng Xin's past deeds, and then remembered something, "By the way, Mr. Liu, who is the girlfriend of this gentleman, said that Zheng Xin used computers from last year to now. The same one. Could you ask Mr. Wu to take a look and see if there is anything in it that can be used as evidence?"

Jiang Lin said: "This is not in line with the procedure."

Ji Hanchuan thought about it and felt it made sense, "Then let's wait until tomorrow."

"But I can take a look first." The painter added.

Zheng Xin, who was lying on the ground, didn't know that the past that he had concentrated on hiding had been exposed in full view.

He was still trapped in a dark, endless nightmare.