My protagonist attributes have been discovered

"Order number: 001

...Wen Ray...

... Gluttonous ...

 … 122225

... Zhang'e Mountain ...

...Bi Fang..."

After reading it for the first time, these uncontrollable keywords forced Song Yangle to take a look out subconsciously: there is the sun, there are living things, there are shadows...the environment is normal.

Turning to look at the clock on the wall, it was exactly eleven o'clock - it matched the display on the phone and computer, and the time was normal.

I pinched the back of my hand and it hurt—well, I wasn't dreaming.

So he raised his head and carefully read the order from beginning to end... twice... three times...

——Before he continued to look down and might not know the words, he paused, closed his eyes...after ten seconds, opened them again—very good, the words have not changed.

It's just that he felt that he suddenly couldn't understand these words... Wait, don't get too excited.

This might be just a gimmick, he told himself to calm down—for example, the ray fish mentioned in the order is just a common signature dish in Shanhai Restaurant with a weird name, and the ingredients are not what he imagined; for example Taotie is not really Taotie, maybe it’s just the name that the former delivery staff happened to call; another example is Zhang’e Mountain is just a common place name, and the takeaway customer just happens to be a die-hard loyalist of this restaurant, so he chose such a name for himself... …Right, that is it.

After using several "for example", he finally convinced himself briefly; then, he looked at the computer again.

"￥122225" plunged into his unguarded eyes, and the logic chain that took dozens of seconds to build before collapsed easily within a second—by coincidence, he was fairly familiar with this delivery software.Therefore, he clearly knows that in order to place an order on this software, the money must be transferred to the corresponding intermediary platform first, so the above symbolic number is the real flow amount.

Okay, he thought: Either I'm crazy today, or the world is crazy.

If I am crazy, I will accept my fate; if this world is crazy... His thoughts gradually became clear, and Song Yangle turned his head to look outside at the vehicles passing by on the road across the garden: that means, "If you step through the iron shoes, you can't find it." There is no need to work hard at all” This sentence is true.

Without pausing for a second, he temporarily set the computer lock screen time to 10 minutes, walked out of the hotel quickly, came to the side of the road, and swung his arms greatly——

A white van braked in front of him, the driver rolled down the window, poked his head out, and asked him with a strong local accent: "Little brother, where are you going?"

"Brother, how can I get to the nearest hotel?"

"A restaurant? That's far away. Why did you get off in such a deserted place?"

"I'm here for a tour. I accidentally got separated from the tour guide and the others. It's almost noon, so I wanted to meet them at the hotel."

"Ah? Did you pass by?" The driver shook his head and said, "Then I won't take you, so as not to take you further. You young man, please send your tour guide a location. Your group should have a coach."

"Oh, yes, I just remembered... Thank you, brother."

"It's all right."

The driver waved his hand, and the started van quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

Song Yangle stood where he was, and waited for about 2 minutes. There were no new vehicles on the sunny asphalt road.

He pinched his numb arm from too much force when he waved just now, and turned around——

Behind the long garden covered with vegetation, milk tea shops, restaurants, newspaper kiosks behind the sidewalk... everything is available. Although it is deserted, it is definitely not "barren".

Song Yangle was belatedly aware of the dense crowd of gazes, and he consciously followed the strongest one to look back, it was the little girl in the milk tea shop on the left side of the restaurant.

——At the moment they looked at each other, I swear by his 5.0 eyesight, the brown eyes of the other party obviously changed from round pupils to vertical pupils.

Song Yangle noticed that the little milk tea girl he saw was stunned for a moment, then turned her head away, glanced at him quickly, and then turned away again.

Faced with this shy reaction, he: "..."

He looked away, and it took him another minute to glance at the supermarket at the end of the street standing on the edge of the woods from a street grocery store next to a barren open space that was too far away and only a shadow could be seen... During this period, shadowy passers-by inquired about buying as usual, and shops along the street also sold them as usual.

At first glance, everything looks normal... huh.

Hard hammered.

What to pretend, Song Yangle thought expressionlessly: Would a normal person see a stranger standing under the sun without even looking at him, or even turning his head away on purpose? ——It’s about you, the proprietress of the newsstand, it’s fine if you forget to eat melon seeds, and you want to peek even if you turn your head 180 degrees, please pretend to be professional, please?

Looking away from him, the proprietress who found herself caught turned her head towards the wall of the store, pretending not to take a peek.

Well, it turns out that things are basically what he thought—

An elite interviewer named "Taifeng" wearing an apron; a restaurant with a deserted business, unknown cooking skills, and ordinary decoration but which can receive huge orders; any tourist car that I never thought of stopping when passing by... …

Finally, there are aborigines who are absolutely inhuman and most likely not ghosts.

Sure enough, this is what I have been doing for so many years...

He stared at the hotel directly opposite, silently clenched his fists...

Taifeng who came out of the kitchen didn't see anyone at the front desk, so he found him and saw him standing on the side of the road. A tall and thin man in an apron stood at the door of the restaurant and looked at him puzzled. I could only yell at him in a very unelite manner: "Eh? New employee? Why are you standing there?"

What I've been wanting to find...

"Is there something urgent for you? Beep if you have something to do, don't just take the black car on the road, and don't stand on the side of the road if you have nothing to do - there is no surveillance system here, and they can't drive steadily!"

Both fists loosened a little, "... oh."

"Don't just 'oh'! What are you still doing standing there? Is something really wrong?"

The fingers gradually lost the strength to curl up, "...no."

"Then come in and eat quickly - it's almost twelve o'clock, aren't you hungry?"

Soul questioning.Can't say no.

Is this really the fantasy land I've been trying to find?This conversation was so ordinary that Song Yangle couldn't help but make his own inferences, and relaxed his palms. When he was completely in doubt about himself, he answered the other party's question politely:

"hungry."

——The only human who was tricked into the non-human street resisted for less than 5 minutes, and was successfully "trap|trapped" by Taifeng.

"Don't mention anything else," the proprietress of the newsstand, who was still peeping until the last minute, finally twisted her neck, started to eat melon seeds again, and commented on the human beings who followed Taifeng into the restaurant: "It's just that he can still go straight to him." It looks like walking, I think it’s okay.”

"I don't think so." The owner of the fruit shop stretched his neck from the next door and curled his lips: "Look at his pale face, can he deliver food? He's a weakling, don't be scared stupid before the food is delivered. "

"That whiteness is natural!" The voice of the milk tea girl with keen five senses came from across the wall, arguing with reason.

"...Keep your voice down, there is a restaurant between us and you."

"..."

In order to avoid the only human being in the whole street, the muttering communication was secretly spread in the air, but the person concerned at the center of the topic knew nothing about it.

However, even though he followed Taifeng's words and returned to the restaurant, Song Yangle still felt a little unbelievable that his focus was not on eating.

Before he could answer Taifeng's question "Do you want to post it or not", he went back to the front desk to look at the order on the computer - the time was right, the words on it hadn't changed, and it still hurt to pinch himself.

I am not crazy.he thinks.

So……

That is to say, this world—the fantasy land full of legendary gods and monsters that I have been searching for for so many years, but I couldn’t find it—appeared—crazy.

After confirming this item and scanning the order information on the computer several times, Song Yangle's expression remained unchanged, his eyes gradually brightened, and he thought with restraint and satisfaction:

——Sure enough, just like all other protagonists, after being buried for so many years, my protagonist attribute was finally discovered.