v2 Chapter 340： Moving

After solving the problem of Sphinx, Zhang Heng found a small yellow car and rode back to school.

No way, no matter whether it is subway or rental, it will be very embarrassing when it comes to stoppage time, especially the subway, the feeling of being locked in the car during driving is the worst, and his polo is not around.

Therefore, Zhang Heng can only choose this kind of low-carbon and environmentally-friendly means of transportation, which has contributed his own modest contribution to the control of urban pollution.

There are a lot of vehicles and pedestrians on the streets in the early morning. Because of the stillness, the street light casts a beam of light on the ground. It is like an upcoming stage play. Zhang Heng shuttles among them, as if an actor who constantly changes the stage.

In fact, his life is almost the same as an actor in the recent period, because the time bug on his body is often several times that of others. Each round of the copy is more like a period of life to him. He traveled to the distant Caribbean Sea, to the hazy London of the 19th century, and the scarlet Kyoto at the end of the curtain. He played different roles in different copies.

To this day, all the copies of the game time he has experienced have even exceeded his own age.

Therefore, sometimes Zhang Heng opened his eyes in bed and there was a momentary hesitation. I didn't know where he was and where he would go in the next journey.

He is an astronaut at NASA, the pirate king of Nassau, a geek in the future, and a rogue in Kyoto ... Miss Bartender once said that experience and learning make us who we are today. Although it's been less than a year since he joined this magical and secret game, today he is completely different from him a year ago.

These changes are not just a series of high-level skills shown in his skill bar now, or those strange and useful game props, but also a dialogue between self-growth and the soul.

Each round copy and every choice brings him closer to his true self.

But now this true self makes Zhang Heng feel more and more strange.

When the bicycle was parked in front of a stationery store, Zhang Heng saw his reflection on the glass door. As early as a few months ago, he found the changes on his face. Although it looks no different from the previous one, if you look closely, it will still I found a kind of awkwardness, which was not too obvious at that time, until Zhang Heng's observation power went up to a new level after a copy of the deduction method, he could finally see where this awkwardness came from Come.

His skin, facial features, eyebrows, and hair are all the same as before, except that one thing is becoming increasingly scarce-affection.

Zhang Heng once briefly talked with Shen Xixi. As the game deepens, the players will begin to divide, and under the threat of death, they will gradually untie the constraints imposed on them by the civilized society, unleashing their nature and gradually seeing the bottom of their hearts. Longing, but what Zhang Heng saw in the process was a fog, a fog of nothing.

Behind that fog, there seemed to be something waiting for him, calling for him.

It's like the end of all stories.

Reason tells Zhang Heng that he should stop and no longer move forward, but he has no vigilance against what is behind the fog, but instead has an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if he were going home.

Zhang Heng knew that his trip to Greenland must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

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After returning to school, Zhang Heng first took a cold shower in the empty bathroom, then went to the gym for daily training. After the break, he read a few books in the library until time began to flow again. He came to the parking lot. I sorted out the items in the trunk and drove to Miss Bartender.

"These props are all of those guys in the arc of light. I still have the impression of this flashlight. I just checked it a while ago. It looks like you've got a good night." Miss Bartender said.

"How many game points are these things worth?"

"There is a C-level prop in it, which is very valuable. If you get an auction at the auction, it will probably sell 2000 to 3,000 game points, but if you mortgage it, you can only count your 1600 points, and the others add up to about seven. Eight hundred points, so that's about 1,670 points. "

Zhang Heng now has 1000 points on his body. In addition, he had previously killed a team because of Han Lu's affairs, and the props he obtained were temporarily placed with Fan Meinan. If it was counted, it should be enough.

"The last six or seven hundred points have to wait for some time." Zhang Hengdao.

"No problem, it will take about a month to cast the knife anyway. You can pay the final payment after the knife is cast." Miss Bartender has a rare talk this time, probably because the money is not her Thanks for your own ~ www.novelhall.com ~. "Zhang Hengdao was about to leave the game point, and then she heard the bartender smile again and again and said," Don't hurry, now that you are here, have a drink. " "

After that, she adjusted a glass of wine at the fastest speed, and this time, she did not mess around, but instead adjusted a glass of pure martini.

Zhang Heng sat down in front of the bar. "Your mood looks good. Have you had any good news recently?"

"Well, that's right." Miss Bartender smiled slyly. "Have I told you that I've been waiting for someone, and recently I got news that that person is coming back."

"Who, your fiance?" Zhang Heng took a sip of Martini.

"He is much more important than my fiance," Zhang Heng was the first time to see such a fervent look in Miss Bartender's eyes, and she was not like those little girls on the Internet who were obsessed with star-stirring. What a difference, his face is full of obsessions, in a voice full of worship, "He is my master, my belief, and the meaning of my existence."

"Sounds like a big man ... Is he the owner of this game?" Zhang Heng guessed.

"No, he doesn't have any interest in games, he comes true when he comes, which is why I adore him so much." Miss Bartender said.

"That's a pretty cool guy," Zhang Heng estimated that Miss Bartender is not waiting for any human beings, at least it's a level with Tangzhuang Weijin and Einstein. Since the other party doesn't want to elaborate, Zhang Heng also Without questioning, I drank the martini in one hand, wiped his mouth, and put the empty glass on the table. "In that case, I wish you good luck."

"Good luck, too," said the bartender. "I have been informed that the agent war will begin at most half a month, and yours will come."