[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

Before the words were finished, a loud voice sounded at the door. Jin Yu's hands on the keyboard trembled, and he almost made a typo. He shrank back to the wall and turned his head to look at the door.

The door was kicked open, and there was a person standing at the door, wearing a black mask hat and a windbreaker of the same color.The man withdrew his legs and threw the things he was carrying into the room. Before the curator could see what it was, the figure of the man disappeared suddenly.

The curator immediately reached out and took the cane beside him and placed it in front of him. Just as he was about to search for the other person's location, the disappeared person had reappeared, and at a distance of half a meter away from the former, he stabbed at him with the pen he was holding casually on the table. .

In the nick of time, the curator put his feet on the ground, controlled the chair to slide back and opened the pen with his cane.

Taking a closer look, the person who broke in suddenly looked familiar, but it was only familiar, and he couldn't remember it.

"Who are you?" The curator stood up quickly from the pulley chair, and the chair hit the window sill on one side according to the inertia.

The other party didn't speak, and without even looking at it, he quickly grabbed the pen that was sent flying into the air, exerted force with his feet, and attacked again.

No time to worry about who came, the curator stood in front of the only unarmed Jin Yu in the Jiezhi Pavilion, took advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's attack, quickly backed up a few steps and rolled over to dodge, then turned over and jumped with one hand Go to the other side of the desk, grab the folder and throw it over.

The folder was cut in half by the tip of the pen before it hit the person.

The man rushed over from the fragments of the file folder, and the lowered brim of the hat made it impossible to see his appearance clearly. The curator lowered his face, his cane flashed with lightning, and his tone remained humble and polite: "Who are you, please tell me." Is there anything we can help you with?"

The pen in the opposite hand was spinning back and forth between the five fingers, and the next second, he held it backwards, lowered his waist to avoid the frontal blow, and dodged behind the curator, using the pen to support the cane that the curator stabbed back with his backhand.

The electric current from the cane passed through the pen, which made the fingers numb and the pen fell to the ground.

Raising the cane, the curator slowly turned around and held the handle, pointing at the man's neck, but froze for a second.

Because there was too much movement just now, the hat fell to the ground, and the man had nothing to hide, with a smile in his very familiar white-haired blue eyes, he raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, took off the mask with one hand, and said with a smile:

"Curator, I'm back."

"Wuyuan!" Jin Yu seldom spoke so loudly, and seldom when he stepped down, he rushed over to hug Jiang Wuyuan, his blocked eyes were red.

Jiang Wuyuan took out a clip from his pocket and clamped the broken hair on his forehead, showed his eyebrows and wiped the tears on his cheeks.

"Xiao Yu," put his hand on the top of his head again, and rubbed it vigorously a few times: "You don't tidy your hair."

"You..." The curator only uttered one word. He wanted to say a lot, but he couldn't say a word when it reached his mouth. .

Jiang Wuyuan patted Jin Yu on the back, the latter let go of his hand obediently, the corner of his mouth almost grinning to the back of his head, he opened his arms to the curator, and said with a playful smile: "Miss me, old dog."

"You bastard!" The curator cursed, but still hugged him, and patted Jiang Wuyuan's back several times, until the man almost coughed up blood before saying, "You're not dead?"

"I knew you wouldn't die!" Jin Yu was originally handsome, but now he straightened his gloomy hair and smiled like a child.

"I'm dead." Jiang Wuyuan looked around and found that there were only two people, and said, "I'll explain it together when they come back, I'll make a cup of tea, I'm dying of thirst after walking all the way."

Jiang Wuyuan went to the next room, and stopped halfway there. He remembered something and gestured with his fingers in the air: "Oh, by the way, the one on the ground is what you wanted, right? I saw it on the way and brought it back. You deal with it."

Jin Yu and the curator looked at each other, they had never been as happy as they are today in five years.

"I'll call Qingkong and the others to come back." Jin Yu excitedly returned to the computer.

"Curator." Not long after, a man stood at the desk in the middle, with an unbuttoned white coat over a gray shirt, a ballpoint pen and goggles in his breast pocket: "Is there anything urgent?" He glanced at the middle of the room The person lying on the road, and the mess of folders all over the place, looked at the curator suspiciously: "This is?"

"This is the habitual criminal who robbed." The curator was so happy that he almost couldn't control his facial expression. He coughed a few times, took a sip of water, and returned to his usual expression. "I asked you here because Jin Yu found out. He wants to ask you to bring him back, but now there is one more important thing - the no-grievance poker is in your hands, right?"

The serious expression of the curator made Jiang Chongyan feel that something was wrong, thinking that something happened, he frowned: "It's here with me."

"Put it on the table."

Although I don't know why the curator said that, but there must be his reason. Jiang Chongyan took out a pair of poker from the pocket of his white coat and put it on the desk in front of the curator.

"what happened?"

The curator was silent and looked solemn.

"Curator, we are back." A childish and clear girl's voice broke the deadlock, and three people entered the door.

A strong man of more than two meters, sitting on his shoulders was a little blond girl who looked only about ten years old, and a woman with a plaster cast on her leg in the wheelchair pushed by the man.

"You are here." The curator pointed to the unused desks on both sides of the room, "Sit down first, I have something to discuss with you."

Everyone thought it was something important, even Ning Jian who was still recuperating was called over.

Everyone was sitting upright, except for Jin Yu who was huddled in a chair and giggling, no one had noticed that there was an extra hair ornament on his head.

"Recently, the No. [-] laboratory is doing human experiments, and you all know that they want to revive the 'canine teeth' that fought against us earlier, and the progress of the research can't be accurately tracked even by Jin Yu. So," the curator said with a serious expression, pointing his finger He clicked on the deck of cards on the table, "I found someone to use this deck of cards and can help you."

"No!" This was Jiang Chongyan who immediately denied it.

"Don't." This is Qingkong who raised his voice.

"Curator..." This is Ning Jian who disagrees with what he wants to say to dissuade him.

Lu Wen'an still didn't make a sound as usual, but his expression was not very good-looking.

"It's been so long now, have you achieved anything!" The curator knocked on the table, "Without him, you don't seem to have a backbone! Look at the office, when did it become so gloomy!"

Everyone was speechless for a long time.

"Curator, no one can replace Wuyuan. He is my partner and I don't need anyone else." Jiang Chongyan wanted to step forward to take back the poker, but the curator took a step ahead, grabbed the poker and threw it towards the door.

"Old dog, you are not authentic, I obviously came back by myself." The man at the door stood on one foot leaning against the door frame, the deck of poker that he had caught securely was changing patterns in his hand, and then pointed with the ace between his fingers. They said helplessly, "You are lying without blinking an eye."

The curator showed a mischievous smile: "Let me introduce, this is the person I mentioned who can help you, Jiang Wuyuan."

Everyone sat around and listened to Jiang Wuyuan, who had been hugged and baptized by several people until he was out of breath, talking about the cause and effect, including the mission given to him by the No. [-] laboratory. Looking at him, his mind was blank, his fingers were trembling slightly, and he didn't hear anything until the man called his name.

"What do you think, Chongyan?"

This person's appearance has not changed, as if he has never died, and his voice and appearance are as if he just saw it yesterday, but just a few hours ago, he had placed flowers in front of his grave.

Can't believe it's real, but he's standing right in front of him.

"Ah, um..." He finally came to his senses, a little amused by his dullness, "Just do as you say."