Fantastic

When Bu Chu saw the box, he was still a little puzzled.

Because he has no impression of this box, and he doesn't know why it is placed here. As for the white dried flowers and rubies inside, it is even more unfamiliar.

However, he doesn't even seem to remember exactly how the house came about, and he wasn't too anxious to know about it. He felt that it was a sequelae, and he would know it later, so he included this box, and it looked like what was in the box.

He picked up the dried flower. He didn't study the flower well, and he couldn't tell what it was. into.

Bu Chu first thought the scent was good, and then felt like he had smelled it somewhere before.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't remember it, so forget it, and turned to look at the ruby.

To be honest, he didn't think it was true.

He is not interested in jewelry, so naturally he has not studied it. He only thinks that this gem is beautiful, and it reflects the dazzling color under the light.

It won't be a street stall, but it shouldn't be very expensive.

Bu Chu thought so.

After all, if this is true, such an expensive ruby ​​is so casually placed together with a dried flower in a box in the corner of the sundries, which is too weird and abnormal.

The box looked like the kind of small iron box that children would put the small items they collected in it, it was about the size of two palms.

There were some shredded newspapers on the bottom, and dried flowers and rubies on top.

Bu Chu looked for it, but there was nothing there.

So he put the dried flowers and rubies back, and closed the lid. Still a little concerned for some reason, he took the box out of the corner where the sundries were placed, and put it on the coffee table in the living room.

If you say you care about it, but you can't say it, then it is equivalent to changing the place to store it.

It has been two days since Bu Chu crawled out of the game cabin, and there is still time before the offline event. He has nowhere to go and nothing to do, so he stayed at home.

Tai Jitong did send him a message, saying that everything was ready, and even made an appointment for a place to be picked up by a special person.

He didn't refuse, since Tai Jitong was willing, he was naturally happy to save himself trouble.

Speaking of which, he had hallucinations, as if it was only for that day, and everything was normal after that, and nothing unusual happened again.

Na Buchu directly attributed those unexplainable "abnormalities" to his own hallucinations, which were caused by his mental instability after climbing out of the game cabin.

The location of the offline event was some distance away from his residence, whether it was far or near, but anyway, Taijitong provided pick-up and drop-off service, so it didn’t really matter.

The official [Blue Butterfly] is the same as the transparent one, because the audience is very wide, similar activities are organized by the players themselves, big or small, there is one almost every three to five, and this one seems to be the largest and the most famous.

Businessmen saw business opportunities, players gathered from all over the place, and they saw dense crowds of people even outside Buchu.

He expected that there would be many people, but he really didn't expect there to be so many people, and he regretted it for a while.

The whole International Club was booked out to hold activities. Looking at it like this, he felt a bit like in the last dungeon, when he went to the Li Mu Art Exhibition, it really felt similar to that.

It seemed that Tai Jitong was already waiting in the guild hall. He asked for Bu Chu's contact information, and told Bu Chu that he didn't need to queue up, just follow the person he arranged to come in.

Bu Chu did as he did, and walked the road with few people. He looked up and saw the words "VIP" written in front of the entrance.

...Good guy, it's really a perfect reproduction.

But it would be nice not to have to queue, he walked in smoothly all the way, and was taken to a room that looked like a lounge, where Tai Jitong and Min Yangcheng were sitting.

Tai Jitong immediately stood up when he saw him, as if seeing an idol, obviously the real person should look exactly the same as in the dungeon, but at this moment he was a little nervous.

"Brother Chu!"

"...What is your background?"

"what?"

Tai Jitong didn't respond.

"I remember you said that your family runs a company, what kind of company is it?" Bu Chu looked at him.

"Then what?" Tai Jitong seemed a little embarrassed, "My company is called Tonglin, so, okay?"

Even people like Bu Chu who don't pay much attention to relevant news information know that Tonglin Group is one of the largest game developers in the industry today, and it is this group that planned, organized and sponsored this event.

"...Your family doesn't mine?"

"No, no, no," Tai Jitong quickly waved his hands, "When did I say that my family is mining?"

"Although my dad has one or two mines, he occasionally digs some stones to make ornaments for my mother, but there is really nothing else."

Bu Chu: ...

He really felt the money gap.

In today's world, if anyone says that he doesn't love money, it will definitely appear hypocritical, but Bu Chuzhen feels that if money is not spent, it will be waste paper if it is taken out, and it will be a number in the bank, which is meaningless.

In the final analysis, it was because he didn't have anything he wanted, so it was enough to leave enough funds to support his life.

And even he could clearly feel the gap like the sky.

Bu Chu knew that Tai Jitong was rich before, but he didn't expect him to be so rich.

No wonder he was able to put money into that same Schrödinger card pool without blinking his eyes.

He began to think about the benefits of forming a team with the opponent. This is a humanoid self-propelled ATM machine, just like the previous dungeon, and it may be able to spit out many useful items.

Such an idea circled in Bu Chu's mind for several times, and was finally dismissed by him regretfully.

He was kindly and kindly invited to participate in the event, but he was calculating the value of others behind his back like this, which is too disrespectful.

Tai Jitong didn't know what brother Chu he admired was thinking, as if he remembered something after he finished speaking, he took the initiative to give Bu Chu a lanyard tag.

"Brother Chu, this is for you, you can play with the whole audience casually with this."

For him, this offline activity can be said to be a real "personal activity".

The official and developer of [Blue Butterfly] is a mystery and cannot be explored. Most players are not interested in it, as long as the game is fun, and a few players will find nothing even if they want to find it. They can only give up angrily.

As for other game companies, including Tonglin, no matter what kind of game they develop, they will be overwhelmed by [Qingdie]. Even if they imitate it, they can't imitate that unique style. Naturally, they want to know more about the people behind it. , but in the end, like those players, no amount of power can be found out.

But [Blue Butterfly] only does game operations, and ignores all the derived sections. These companies are eyeing it. There is no reason not to eat such a beautiful piece of cake in front of you.

Tong Lin is one of them, and by the way, he also took a look at the popularity of [Blue Butterfly] and brought along his own games.

After Tai Jitong gave the tag to Bu Chu, he looked at Min Yangcheng beside him, and then back to Bu Chu.

"By the way, Brother Chu, did you have something to do with Yang Cheng?"

Min Yangcheng didn't speak, but clasped his hands even harder.

"There are some things I want to ask."

"Oh, then," Tai Jitong scratched his head, "do I need to avoid it?"

He said this very generously, but he actually shouted "Damn it" in his heart, and really wanted to know what Bu Chu wanted to whisper to Min Yangcheng.

"Need not."

Bu Chudao.

"It's not something to avoid."

He looked at Min Yangcheng, but Min Yangcheng didn't look at him, or rather, this person seemed to be avoiding his gaze.

Bu Chu frowned slightly, wondering why Min Yangcheng wanted to look like this.

He asked: "During the last dungeon, I felt that your attitude towards Li Mu was a bit strange?"

This way of asking seems to be accusing him.

At least it fell into Min Yangcheng's ear, he had this inexplicable feeling, it made his heart throbbing like a hand clenched tightly.

Naturally, it is impossible for Bu Chu to know what Min Yangcheng is thinking. If he doesn't know, it's like listening to his sweetheart accusing him of another man, just because of his bad attitude.

Min Yangcheng gritted his teeth: "Because he is a monster."

Bu Chu felt a little interesting.

The reason why he knew that Li Mu was not human was because he was in Miao's copy, there was a problem with the partition wall between the copies, and he happened to meet Li Mu in advance and saw the shadow behind him.

But Min Yangcheng obviously didn't know. Even if he guessed based on the inertia of the dungeon, he thought that Li Mu might be the boss, so he couldn't insist that the other party was a monster as soon as they met, right?

"how you said that?"

"I..." Min Yangcheng took a deep breath, "I have been Podmew's agent, and the influence is still there, and I can sense it."

The sense of hostility is sharp, let him find a way to control it.

Especially when seeing Li Mu pretending to be close to Bu Chu.

What Min Yangcheng did to himself in Miao's dungeon was extremely cruel. Bu Chu knew that he had become an agent, but what he didn't expect was...

"The effect remains in the next copy?"

"Correct."

Bu Chu looked at him, opened his mouth to ask if there was anything wrong with reality, then stopped, and finally did not ask.

Then he thought again, even if Min Yangcheng knew that Li Mu was a monster, his attitude was still wrong.

It's normal to be vigilant, but Min Yangcheng's attitude at that time and the way he looked at Li Mu clearly showed hatred.

What's more, Li Mu didn't do anything, let alone when we first met, he just influenced other NPCs during the whole process, and he really didn't do anything to them as players.

...Of course, except for Bu Chu himself.

That's an extraordinary thing to do.

Before Bu Chu asked, he saw Min Yangcheng holding back, as if he was suppressing something, and said to him: "Both Podmew and Li Mu are monsters, their essences are the same, you can't be fooled by them." Confusion, this monster is about to...!"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Min Yangcheng's eyes widened, his mouth opened again, and finally he stroked his own throat, his face full of disbelief.

He was speechless.

No matter how hard he tried to speak, it was useless, and this moment of losing his voice made him have to think more.

His pupils trembled, and he touched the back of his neck, where a piece of gauze was pasted.

The sound is taken away.

Min Yangcheng was able to guess the reason.

Because he wanted to explain the truth to Bu Chu. If Bu Chu found out, this person might not enter the game again, and the monster would not be able to touch him.

No, judging from the current progress, perhaps it is not impossible.

He himself is the best example.

Otherwise, how could scales grow on his body, and even at this moment, his voice was taken away?

Min Yangcheng felt cold all over, and trembled uncontrollably.

He thought maybe the monster was looking at Bu Chu through his eyes, or maybe he didn't belong to him anymore.

Seeing Min Yangcheng's expression was very strange, Bu Chu was frightened and hated at the same time, as if he couldn't believe it, he opened his mouth and didn't speak.

"what happened?"

he asked hesitantly.

"...You can't be, you can't speak all of a sudden?"

It happened suddenly.

Min Yang didn't react at first, but suddenly rushed to the side in the next moment, dumped all the contents of the backpack on the ground, his eyes were red, and he looked crazy.

He found paper and pen because he felt that even if he couldn't speak, he could write everything on paper.

However, as soon as the tip of his pen fell, he could no longer move it.

The pen fell from the tired fingertips to the floor, rolled a few times, and stopped moving.