Forces of Temptation

In a bar not far from the hotel.

The fruit and some cheap meals on the dining table can be eaten for free. Ma Xiaopei didn't eat much for lunch. He was hungry at this time, and circled the dining table like a little bee.

And the hustle and bustle in the bar is another fresh world for Nan Zhou.

There are so many things for him to explore.

For example, right now, he is looking very seriously at the dancer dressed as a bunny girl not far away, wearing heavy make-up, and dancing heartily on the three-foot dazzling stage. flesh.

Jiang Fang, who was sitting at the bar, ordered a bottle of tequila and offered to pour the wine for Cao Shuguang.

He is very skillful in his technique. When the amber liquid slowly flows down the wall of the glass, the change of color tone complements the lighting.

No matter who it is, when getting along with Jiang Fang, he will continuously create such small and comfortable details.

Therefore, being friends with him is so comfortable that it is easy to be overly paralyzed.

Jiang Fang asked Cao Shuguang, "Where are you from?"

Cao Shuguang took a sip of the wine and let out a "huh" from the heat.

He has met many human teammates in the dungeon, so he has already prepared a set of rhetoric, which can be used fluently: "Northeast."

Seeing him sticking out his tongue and exhaling, Jiang Fang couldn't help chuckling: "Northeast people, can't drink?"

Cao Shuguang reacted quickly: "It's a stereotype."

He took a sip of his wine relish, and asked, "What about you?"

Jiang Fang: "I'm a jerk."

Cao Shuguang looked at Jiang Fang from top to bottom, and said in a very experienced tone: "It's the old Maozi's area."

Jiang Fang's facial features have an oriental charm, but the bridge of the nose, eye color, hair, figure, and other features are all Maozi-like.

To be honest, both Cao Shuguang and Ma Xiaopei were very curious about Jiang Fang.

In the "Cubic Ark", although Nanzhou is strong, it is only natural that it is strong.

In the vast earth, there is only such a man-made monster that escaped from the dungeon.

But according to the information exchanged by these high-dimensional players, Jiang Fang should be an out-and-out human race.

In contrast, this person's ease of use is very interesting.

This is actually caused by the asymmetry of information.

Based on his and Ma Xiaopei's levels, he doesn't know about the closed beta of the game.

So Cao Shuguang wanted to know what kind of person he was.

He called Jiang Fang's alias: "Noah, what did you do before?"

Jiang Fang didn't seem to be wary at all, counting the jobs he had done in his previous part-time job, answering every question, knowing everything.

But just because he knew that Jiang Fang couldn't really be unsuspecting, Cao Shuguang's spirits were tense after drinking, and he was thinking of finding something useful to satisfy his curiosity. After a long day of guerrilla warfare, I didn't get any useful information, but I was fed half of my stomach unknowingly.

Although Cao Shuguang drank to his face, he was surprisingly able to drink.

A half-dozen tequila bottles were added to the table, lined up in a row, and he felt a sudden sense of pride.

He finally understood why it was said that it was easy to make friends at the wine table.

He put Jiang Fang's shoulder and patted twice: "You buddy, I've made a deal today."

Jiang Fang propped his chin, half leaned against the bar counter with a blushing face, and said obediently: "Okay, brother."

The cry of "Brother" made Cao Shuguang, who was dizzy from the alcohol, become more and more elated.

He rubbed his hands and was about to continue bragging when Jiang Fang approached him and said softly, "Brother, let me ask you something."

His tone was not aggressive at all, but Cao Shuguang still raised his vigilance slightly: "Say it."

Jiang Fang moved closer: "How many times have you done the mission?"

Cao Shuguang was stunned.

He thought it was something amazing.

Fortunately, when they first met on the bus, he still remembered all the lies he told.

He and all the players he partnered with said that they had completed 7 missions and acted like they were proud of it.

"You forgot." Cao Shuguang whispered, "Seven times."

He added with a playful smile: "I promised to cover you, but in the end I asked you to buy us a drink. You don't look like people who have only completed 5 missions."

Jiang Fang rubbed his palm lightly with the rim of his wine glass: "No. I have completed many missions."

Seeing his drunken state, Cao Shuguang's ears perked up.

He had a hunch that he might be able to get some real good things out tonight.

He is persuasive: "What is the task that impresses you the most?"

Jiang Fang propped his chin, struggling to recall: "It was...that time in the church..."

Cao Shuguang's eyes were almost bright: "Tell me, tell me!"

"That time, it was particularly difficult."

Jiang Fang seemed to be really drunk, and simply put his face on the crook of his arm, "At first, we thought it was an ordinary task to deliver letters to both the priest and the earl. At first, we were worried about breaking the rules, so we didn't Open the letter and deliver it honestly..."

"Later, they exchanged letters for half a month, but there was no progress in the plot, so we had to take the risk of opening the letters."

He lowered his voice and asked Cao Shuguang, "Guess what's written there?"

Cao Shuguang's appetite was hanging, and he couldn't wait: "What?!"

"Writing..." Jiang Fang's voice was soft and moving, his eyes seemed to have the strength of a soft knife, and he slashed down Cao Shuguang's cheek lightly, "I will meet someone who claims to be my buddy, but he is actually ,not human."

Cao Shuguang was stunned, with a smile on his lips.

The cold sweat flowed out of his limbs like ants after a few seconds.

He stepped back subconsciously, and the chair with the rollers bumped into another chair behind him. The force caused him to almost fall off the stool.

Jiang Fang stared at him fixedly, there was no specific content in his eyes for a while, just looking at him.

Cao Shuguang felt anxious, and blurted out: "No, I'm human, don't get me wrong..."

Jiang Fang was obviously taken aback for a moment, and soon bent down, laughing loudly: "Do you believe it?"

Cao Shuguang failed to turn the corner: "Huh?"

Jiang Fang raised his hand and pressed his shoulder: "I'm teasing you."

It is no exaggeration, in a bar with strong air conditioning, Cao Shuguang's clothes were drenched with sweat within a few seconds.

Cao Shuguang grinned, suppressed his frantic heartbeat, and tried his best to smile: "What is written in the letter?"

Jiang Fang smiled and said, "That's indeed what was written in the letter."

One wave was not calm, another wave came again, Cao Shuguang's cold sweat that had just fallen exploded again, beads of sweat hung directly on his face, and the good feeling of drunkenness just now disappeared.

Jiang Fang lowered his eyebrows, thinking thoughtfully: "I don't know why there is such a prophecy."

Under Cao Shuguang's sudden change of mind, he suddenly became enlightened.

Oh yes.

This "prophecy" might refer to Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou is not a human being either, so he can be counted as his "buddy".

He was just trying to scare himself, and made himself so embarrassed, really...

Thinking of this, Cao Shuguang sat up straight, wiped off the cold sweat calmly, and laughed twice: "Who knows."

Nanzhou on the side suddenly moved.

He stood up at once, and once again successfully startled Cao Shuguang, who was still in shock.

Jiang Fang turned his face away, and leaned on his shoulder with a little drunkenness: "What are you looking at?"

Nan Zhou pointed to the stripper pole dancer who was stripped down to a pair of underwear after being thrown money on the stage.

He studied for a long time, and finally got a glimpse of his whole picture.

Nan Zhou said with the tone of discovering a new continent: "It's a man."

Jiang Fang followed his gaze, and let out a muffled laugh: "Is that the case? I can do it too."

Nan Zhou glanced at him: "You can't." You can't dance for others.

Jiang Fang leaned on his shoulder and tilted his head to appreciate the curve of his jaw: "Does it look good?"

The "good-looking" standard in Nanzhou's impression is Jiang Fang.

So he asked truthfully, "It's not as good as you."

"Really? I don't believe it." Jiang Fang pursed his lips and smiled with satisfaction, acting like a baby skillfully, "Let's get closer, look at him and me, okay?"

Nan Zhou was also quite interested in why the man would openly dress up as a girl and dance, so he nodded, "Yeah."

Jiang Fang casually picked up a tequila bottle that was only one-sixth left on the table, shook it, and held it in the palm of his hand.

He said hello to Cao Shuguang: "I'm going to watch the dance with my teacher Nan, you wait here for us."

Cao Shuguang wiped away the sweat dripping down his chin, nodded indiscriminately, wishing that the two would leave as soon as possible.

Jiang Fang hooked Nan Zhou's neck and walked away staggeringly.

At this time, Ma Xiaopei, who had fed himself 9.5 minutes full, also came back, and found that her husband's eyes were staring, and couldn't help but reach out and snap his fingers in front of his eyes in surprise: "What are you looking at?"

Only then did Cao Shuguang come back to his senses.

I don't know if it was his illusion, Cao Shuguang looked at Jiang Fang's slightly swaying back and his slender waist, and felt that Jiang Fang was a black mamba who was gentle, kind and could laugh.

He shook his head, forcefully expelling such terrifying associations from his mind.

As if he was thinking too much.

When Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou came near the dance floor, his eyes were clear and his smiling eyes curved. How could he be drunk?

He casually put the tequila with only 100ml left in the warehouse.

Nan Zhou turned to him and asked him, "How was the result?"

Jiang Fang: "Do you know I'm not drunk?"

Nan Zhou: "How can you be drunk?"

Jiang Fang dragged his voice, "Ah", "I thought I acted well."

Nan Zhou: "You didn't use your social etiquette."

…It was precisely because he had a clear head and worried about Nan Zhou thinking too much that he used the title "brother" instead of "friend".

Nan Zhou asked him: "How was the result?"

The interfering noise in the bar was too strong, and Jiang Fang deliberately suppressed and emphasized his speech. Nan Zhou pricked up his ears, but he only listened to it.

Jiang Fang asked softly: "Do you still remember the two limiting conditions for Truth Tequila to work?"

Nan Zhou naturally remembered.

First, ask the other party to drink 100ml willingly;

Second, the other party is human.

Soon, Nan Zhou understood what Jiang Fang meant.

Nan Zhou whispered: "He..."

Jiang Fang: "In all the key questions, he gave exactly the same answers as before."

This should have been unassailable.

Even when Cao Shuguang's mind was shaken by his sudden attack, he still gave an answer within a reasonable range.

But it was this rationality, because knowing that they had concealed something before, their correct answer instantly reversed two levels, exposing their identities.

Cao Shuguang, who was full of lies before, successfully insisted on his lies.

In other words, he was not affected by [True Tequila] at all.

Jiang Fang has tried it, and [True Tequila] is effective.

Therefore, when other objective conditions are satisfied, only one conclusion is reasonable:

—they are not human beings.