[Comprehensive Yingmei] The target of the task came to the door

"Master, your coffee."

"Thank you!"

"Still worried about the escape of the clown?"

"Ah Fu, this time is different from the past." Bruce frowned slightly, his face serious. "He was too quiet."

"Are you worried that the clown is planning a big conspiracy?"

"My intuition tells me that this time may be very different." For some reason, Bruce felt a faint sense of crisis.

"Young master, don't be so tense, he will always appear."

The clown in question, sitting in front of the computer, seems to be suppressing something.

The computer displayed the image of City G, the City of Sin, and there was a reminder: a mandatory task is triggered, and players are requested to claim it as soon as possible.

The clown was bored in Arkham, and his first thought was that it was time to come out to meet old friends, but what kind of meeting gift should he give this time?The more old friends are, the more surprises are there, right?

The Joker looked at Batman's recent whereabouts, and a brilliant idea came to his mind.You can always appear in time in the real world, if you switch to the virtual world, can you still stop me?

If you want to completely destroy a person, nothing is better than destroying his spiritual world, and now there is a godsend opportunity in front of you, how could the clown, who has been devoted to discovering the essence of human madness, let it go.I chose the most common character image, with a pale face and a thin body, and quietly descended on the city of sin.

Ah, this is such a beautiful world, it makes people feel a little bit reluctant to destroy it!The clown looks at this virtual ideal country with a lofty attitude like a tourist who comes for sightseeing.

It must be interesting to take a spiritual transformation journey in such a place, right?The corners of his mouth curled up strangely, his eyes were full of mischief, and there were undercurrents surging when he looked closely, the clown could already imagine how satisfying the future would be.

However, a mandatory task disrupted the clown's original plan, the hand holding the mouse twitched nervously, and finally pressed the OK button.

"Congratulations to player Joker for triggering the hidden task. In order to increase the authenticity and interactivity of the game, some players are randomly selected to play the game NPC, and the task rewards will be issued according to the comprehensive evaluation of the player's role-playing degree. Player Joker should go to the task location as soon as possible and follow the requirements. Receive other players."

NPC, it seems very interesting, this is really what you want.The clown clicked "Go to the mission location" without hesitation.

As the screen turned, the target object seemed to be magnified several times. The clown looked down at the shrunken little hand, stretched it out and clenched it unconsciously, and repeated this twice before shifting his gaze to the surroundings a little stiffly, and began to observe.

This is a warm and elegantly furnished room, small in size, extremely clean, pale yellow wallpaper, curtains integrated with beige cloth gauze, the breeze blows in from the open window, and the hanging white gauze lace dances naturally.The furniture is small and exquisite, but quite elegant. The light-colored tablecloth with small floral flowers has a natural and intimate feeling. A few yellow sunflowers and white eustoma are randomly inserted in the glass vase, exuding warmth and vitality.Everything is so simple, but it shows the hostess's good aesthetics and life-loving nature.

And he was sitting on a high chair, with puzzle pieces scattered in front of him. It was not difficult to see from the completed part that it was a bat hat.A burst of hostility passed by, and when the clown controlled his body and was about to tear this damned jigsaw puzzle into pieces, a gentle and pleasant female voice came over.

"Jackie, can you help mom deliver some muffins to the new neighbor uncle?"

Tightening his body, he cast his cold eyes on the direction of the sound, as if he wanted to pierce through the wall that blocked his sight.

"Jackie?" The woman poked her upper body out of the kitchen with some doubts.She has brown hair, curled at the end and gently draped over her shoulders, and her black pupils are slightly dilated, exuding a warm maternal light.The lips are a healthy red, and the corners of the mouth are naturally slightly upturned, with a natural brightness.One can tell at a glance that this is a happy woman full of love, and no one will doubt it.

"Are you in a daze again?" The woman shook her head helplessly, as if she was used to it.Holding two plates of steaming muffins, he walked out of the kitchen in style.

Wearing a simple white long dress, dotted with light purple florals, and a beige knitted thin sweater, the whole person looks more gentle and demure.Putting down the plate in her hand, the woman fondled her son's little head, "Jackie is always so shy, what should I do?"

The clown in reality felt as if there were feathers sweeping over his head, but the gentle and almost negligible force made him twitch nervously. Before the woman picked up the self in the game, the clown controlled his body and jumped off the chair.Just then there was the sound of the door lock turning, and the woman walked towards the door with surprise steps.

"Honey, you're back." The woman took the briefcase from the man in the suit and raised her head slightly to respond to the man's kiss.The tacit actions of the husband and wife can be seen as a habit developed over the years.

"Is Jackie good at home today?" The man let go of his wife, strode over, picked up his son, threw it into the air, and caught it firmly again.

"Jackie was about to deliver muffins to the neighbors." The woman who put down her briefcase had frowned eyes, full of happiness, as she watched the big and small start their daily games.

The feeling of being suspended in the air hit my heart, and the strong embrace of an adult man even felt a strange sense of security at the moment I fell into it.He turned off the computer with a snap, took off the holographic helmet on his head in disgust, and threw it aside, tapping the desktop irregularly with his fingers, feeling agitated in his heart.

It's finally here, it's really hard to wait, Ian, who has been monitoring the movement, twitches his lips slightly.Comrade Clown, the table has been set up for you, don't let me down!

The clown sat with his head propped up for a while, turned on the computer again, put on the helmet, and entered the game. It was still the same familiar room and familiar furnishings.

"Jackie, can you help mom deliver some muffins to the new neighbor uncle?" It was still the gentle and pleasant female voice.

The clown looked at the two selection boxes that appeared - "Accept"/"Reject", and selected "Reject" with a flick of his finger.

Immediately, a childish voice sounded: "Mom, my puzzle is not finished yet."

The woman came out with two plates of muffins as usual, bent down and winked at her son, "Jackie is always so shy, what should I do?"

This time he didn't touch his head, the clown first tightened his finger holding the mouse, then loosened it, and when he came back to his senses, the self in the game was already sitting on the woman's lap.The clown's first reaction was to struggle, probably because of his limited control, that little struggle didn't work at all, but made the woman hug him even tighter.

"How about mom going there with Jackie?" The woman rubbed her son's head with encouragement, "But Jackie wants to give the muffins to the neighbor uncle himself."

"In order to increase the game experience, players can choose to talk freely!" There is a pop-up prompt on the game interface.

Time seemed to stand still until the door lock was turned, and the woman took advantage of the opportunity to hold her son and walked quickly to the door.

"Honey, are you back?"

The man in the suit kissed his wife first, and then took his son with him, with a stern but gentle tone: "Jackie is already a little man, so I can't let my mother hug her anymore."

After speaking, he cast a disapproving glance at his wife, and a sweet smile appeared on the woman's face.

"Tell Dad, are you good at home today?" After speaking, he held his son in front of his eyes, shook his head and approached, preparing for the usual parent-child interaction of forehead to forehead.

Before the man came over, the clown chose to log out without hesitation, and clicked "Account Cancellation", but was prompted "The player's mandatory task has not been completed, and the account cannot be canceled!"

A dark glow flashed across his deep eyes, he picked up the chair, tapped the computer a few times and scattered all over the floor, stepped on the holographic helmet a few times as if to vent his anger, and sent a message out panting.

Players in the City of Sin soon discovered that in addition to guarding against infected NPCs, they also had to guard against indiscriminate attacks from a group of psychotic players who suddenly appeared.I don’t know when, such a group of local tyrants with top configuration appeared. They don’t do missions, don’t grab equipment, and quietly lie in ambush in the dark, strangling players when they are not prepared, as if they just use the game to experience the speed of hunting/ feel.

Many players have experienced the sourness of dying as soon as they go online and can't die again. Although they can be resurrected after the freeze time is over, this is not an ordinary game after all. If you die too much, you will have a shadow in your heart.most critical

Yes, where did this group of idiots come from, can they still make people enjoy the game.After a few days of fear and fear, the normal players became furious, and all kinds of reports and complaints were like snowflakes.

H·O game company responded immediately and directly blocked the game account suspected of hunting. At the same time, it issued a serious statement: once such bad behavior is discovered, the account will be blocked directly, and the right to purchase the holographic helmet will be permanently cancelled.

Holographic helmets have adopted a real-name purchase model from the very beginning to avoid malicious disturbances by some people.However, there are policies on top and countermeasures on the bottom. Being able to afford top-level equipment is naturally not bad for money, but it's just a little troublesome.However, when these hunters went online again with new IDs, they seemed to be monitored in advance. Without exception, they were issued mandatory tasks, and they could not be logged out if they did not complete them. Radar detector.

The clown didn't get a satisfactory result, but he didn't struggle. He seemed to have found the fun of the game, and he began to play the role of his NPC Jackie with peace of mind.

After smashing the computer that time, the clown changed his account and went online again the next day, but it seemed that someone was deliberately against him, and he received the same mandatory task again.This is interesting, the clown suddenly became interested.The same house, the same woman, also wanted to deliver muffins to the neighbors, the clown chose to "accept" this time, but this time he wanted to see what would happen after delivering the muffins.

This time, the clown finally walked out of the house.This place is not so much a city as it is more like a large amusement park, and the extremely thick tones just suit the clown's preferences.He controlled his body, held a plate of muffins, and knocked on the neighbor's door with a harmless face.

The man who opened the door was a black-haired Asian-faced man with a natural gentleness in his facial features. When he saw the visitor, his expression softened, and he squatted down and rubbed Little Jackie's head affectionately, "You must be the little Jackie next door? "

The clown resists the urge to hit people, why do the NPCs in this broken game like to rub their heads so much, can the head be touched casually?

"Uncle, you... hello, these are freshly made muffins." Little Jackie lowered his eyelids shyly, and seemed to have exhausted all his courage, but he was actually controlling himself not to put the plate in the other's face superior.

"It looks delicious." The black-haired man smiled and took the plate, "Thank you, little Jackie."

"No...you're welcome."

"Can little Jackie do Uncle a favor?"

Just a slight nod as agreement.

"How about bringing your parents to your uncle's house tomorrow night?"

This is the next step in the plot?The clown has figured out the routine of this mandatory task, either go down, or repeat the same scene infinitely.

"I'll go back and ask." As for mom and dad, clowns don't know how to bark.

After watching little Jackie walk into the house, the black-haired man turned around and closed the door, making a yes gesture, Rua hit the head of Ugly Master, hehehe!