MTL - Non-Human Seeking Re-employment-Chapter 130 Help

Fang Qi couldn't figure it out: "I...Is there something wrong with me?"

Shen Dongqing smiled brightly: "No, it’s quite right, no problem."

At this time, the master took out two bags of buns and handed them to Fang Qi.

Fang prayed the takeaway into the box and hesitated: "Would you like to add a WeChat?"

I don't know why, when Fang Qiyi saw the people in front of him, there was a strong urge to hold the thighs. When he was fierce, he even wanted to scream.

Anyway, first add a friend first, maybe you can really hold a thigh in the future.

Shen Dongqing took out his mobile phone.

For the modern products, he is self-taught, and he has opened a WeChat location, and Fang has added a friend.

After finishing the friend, Fang Qi was still anxious to send the takeaway and said: "I have a chance to see you again-"

Shen Dongqing waved his hand.

Fang Qi rode on the small electric pick and drove away, and the figure gradually disappeared into the corner.

After Shen Dongqing had eaten the buns two or three times, looking back, I saw Zhou Wenyan’s daze in the place where the back of the party’s back disappeared.

He put his hands behind his back and sneaked away, trying to scare Zhou Wenyan.

Only this mischief did not succeed, Zhou Wenyan regained his gaze and grabbed the sneaky person.

Shen Dongqing: "What do you think, so serious?"

Zhou Wenyan rubbed his wrist and said, "I want to think of those who entered the world in the second batch."

At that time, they thought that the problem of the game had been solved, and there was a controller that could open a plug-in. Naturally, they would not forget those players who had to go through the customs and rescued them. Later, Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan came to find Fang Qi and found that he did not remember anything.

Because according to the rules of the game, the memory of people who leave the game world will be cleared, and they don't think too much.

But now they know that this is actually the world created by the game. What about the players who lost their memories? Is it really lost the memory, or is it the npc created by the game?

Shen Dongqing looked at the little boy: "What do you think?"

The little-naughter who has been ignored has been stunned: "What?"

Shen Dongqing: "See if it is a player?"

The general skills of the game boss, you can distinguish which player is in the crowd, and accurately capture it.

But Shen Dongqing has changed from a big villain to a human, and this skill naturally disappears.

The little fart girl pondered for a while and said, "It should be the player."

Shen Dongqing: "What is it supposed to be?"

The little boy "snapped" for a moment: "The time is too short, I have not seen it clearly."

Shen Dongqing: "You don't say it early!"

Little kid: "You didn't ask early."

Two people have big eyes and small eyes.

Now the party has gone far away, and it is too late to call back.

Shen Dongqing took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat. He contacted Fang Qi to let him hurry back. He was just busy sending out the food. He didn’t see the news and didn’t reply for a long time.

Just as Shen Dongqing sighed, Zhou Wenyan said: "You can go to other people first."

Shen Dongqing suddenly got up.

That is, in addition to Fang Qi, there are other players in this world.

Before Zhou Wenyan asked the secretary to find the place where the players were. Just after seeing the party, he found that he didn't remember the things in the game, and they didn't bother others.

Now open the address that the secretary found, and all of them are in the vicinity. The nearest one is Wu Jia.

Zhou Wenyan found the past according to the address given by the secretary.

Wu Jia lives in the neighborhood next to the Laozhong Baozi shop. The occupation is a programmer. He works overtime until 12 days in the evening and is exploited by capital.

Today is just a day off. Wu Jia, who has been working for a week, spent a day at home. It was only in the afternoon that she pulled her slippers and went out for food. As soon as he opened the door, he slammed into the line with the people coming upstairs.

Wu Jia looked back at the house number and looked at the three people with clear goals: "Are you coming to me?"

Shen Dongqing bowed his head and asked the little boy: "You have a good look."

The little fart child looked up and stared at Wu Jia. Although he grows small, he is not childish when he is serious. He is not like a child at all. His dark eyes and beads look cool behind Wu Jia.

"No, nothing, then I will go first." Wu Jia slowly retired, wanting to return home, avoiding these three seemingly weird people.

At this time, the little boy turned to speak slowly: "It is the player."

It is easy for the player to do it.

Shen Dongqing waved his hand and took it away.

Wu Jia left the apartment building with such a semi-coercive and semi-mandatory belt.

"I don't have any deposits at all."

“Working overtime every day until 12 o'clock in the evening, there is no overtime pay.”

"Everything is so poor, there is no money to rob you."

Along the way, Wu Jia was struggling and wanted to let them give up the idea of ​​kidnapping him.

It is a pity that Shen Dongqing will be determined and will not waver.

After leaving the apartment building, the group of people went around and went to a remote place, and there were few passers-by. Wu Jia suddenly thought that the company still owed him a month's salary, and then thought that even his girlfriend did not, suddenly ignited the desire to survive, shouting for help: "Save me, they kidnapped me -"

The passerby looked at him indifferently.

Wu Jia: "They must sell my organs!"

The passers-by suddenly got nervous, and then... they were teased.

Wu Jia noticed something that was not right. He looked up and saw the words "Chongqing Hot Pot" on the signboard of the place where the three people took him.

Wu Jia:? ? ?

Kidnapping him to eat hot pot? Is there such a good thing?

Wu Jiayi’s face was forced to be taken to the hot pot restaurant.

Shen Dongqing was skilled at the bottom of a red oil and spicy pot. Wu Jia sat opposite him. He felt a little illusory and couldn't help but take off his glasses and wipe it.

When he just put on his glasses, he heard the opposite person say, "We knew it before."

Wu Jia: "Ah?"

Zhou Wenyan: "It is a bit difficult to understand, but we have played the same game."

Wu Jia asked in a row: "The League of Legends?"

"Eat chicken?"

"Is it still the glory of the king?"

Shen Dongqing: "I have played all three."

Wu Jia: "I played when I was at school. After graduation, I didn't have time..."

Very good, the topic was successfully taken.

Zhou Wenyan put a small piece of crispy meat in front of Shen Dongqing, so that he could not participate in this conversation for the time being.

Shen Dongqing was fooled, and bowed his head and seriously ate the small crispy meat.

With the sound of screaming, Zhou Wenyan simply said the situation now.

After listening to it, Wu Jia was completely forced: "Although I can understand every word you say, but I can't understand it when I connect it?"

What games and systems are exactly the same as the novels.

Zhou Wenyan “snapped” and changed the strategy: “You don’t have to understand, just know, then we will follow you.”

Whether it is a spooky event or a puzzle, it will appear next to the player.

Now Zhou Wenyan does not know that he and Shen Dongqing are not considered players, only use this stupid way.

Wu Jia: "Yes, but I still have to go to work."

Zhou Wenyan: "How much is your monthly salary?"

Wu Jia was embarrassed to report a number: "Five thousand."

Shen Dongqing bit his chopsticks and said, "It seems a little less."

Wu Jia’s tears are going to flow down.

Not only is it less, it is simply too little.

Zhou Shao, who is not bad at money, said: "One thousand, I will give you a thousand daily salary and resign the work."

In order to prevent Wu Jia from doubting, he gave him five thousand on the spot.

There is such a big head... No, no, is there such a good thing? !

Wu Jia took the money without saying anything, and then he resigned and insulted his brain-dead boss, and the whole person was refreshed.

He said cheerfully: "What do you want me to do?"

Zhou Wenyan: "Hell."

Wu Jia almost thought that his ears were not good: "What, what?"

Zhou Wenyan put a piece of hairy belly down and slammed it down and said in an understatement: "Take us to hell."

If it wasn't for the boss who had just transferred him five thousand, Wu Jia would like to ask if he is not very good at his brain.

"Hell..." Wu Jiagan laughed twice. "Not what I want to see."

"Nothing." Zhou Wenyan said, "I will give you money even if I don't see it."

Wu Jia was relieved.

The second generation of boring games is gone. Is there really a ghost in this world?

He is fond of eating hot pot. What he doesn't know is that in the near future, he will be repeatedly beaten by this sentence.

咚咚咚——

A violent knock on the door rang, and the thin door trembled constantly, like the next second was broken.

Wu Jiashen shivered in the corner, his feet were strewn with a bun, and the original white buns were dyed reddish brown. This color comes from a woman who is lying on the sofa. Her throat is opened by a sharp weapon, leaving only a layer of skin connected to the body and the head. The skull hangs in the air, swaying, and the thick black hair sweeps on the ground. One after another, blood.

Even so, the woman did not close her eyes, and a pair of godless eyes stared at Wu Jia in the corner.

Wu Jia scared her eyes and didn't dare to open it. She could only hold herself tightly. Every time she knocked on the door, he slammed and almost trembled into Parkinson.

How to do how to do……

Outside is a murderer, inside is a corpse, he is just a male college student who is working and studying, why should life be like this to him!

Hey!

In the gap that the door knocked, a crisp WeChat reminder rang.

Wu Jia was a spirit, and opened a gap to look at it. Someone sent him a message, that is, the person who just added outside.

Being reminded of this, his slow brain began to turn.

It should be... it should be an alarm now!

He shook his hand and unlocked the lock screen, but the number of the alarm had not been entered yet. The person at the door didn't know what was irritated and started to slam the door with an axe.

The door was inferior, so it was so smashed, and suddenly there was a crack. I thought it would take a long time for the murderer to come in and cut him into two pieces like the door.

Wu Jia was shocked by the picture she had fantasized, and her hand trembled. Instead of an emergency call, she opened the WeChat dialog box.

When he had no time to think about it, he shouted at the phone: "Help" -

"Help--"

Shen Dongqing opened this short voice conversation, and immediately shouted a shrill voice.

He was not scared, but it was a singer next to Wu Jia.

"This, this..." Wu Jia said, "Is this a prank? Do you want to call the police."

Zhou Wenyan: "Without the alarm, we can solve it."

Wu Jia hesitated for a moment, still decided to believe their words first, after all, relying only on a "life-saving", there is no specific time and place to report.

Zhou Wenyan asked: "Is there an address?"

Shen Dongqing looked down, no, Fang Qi only had time to send out a panicked voice.

"Nothing, I will call him." He said, he dialed out on a WeChat phone.

Almost at the same time, the WeChat phone was picked up.

"Help!" Fang Qi seems to be crying. "Help me, there is a man with an axe chasing me, I am going to be hacked, no one has been hacked, alarm, alarm!" He said it was incoherent.

Shen Dongqing: "Oh, nothing, where are you, we will come right away."

Fang Qifei quickly reported an address.

Zhou Wenyan took a look at the navigation, just next to the residential area where Wu Jia lived, not far away, walking for ten minutes.

When Wu Jiayi listened to this address, his face was a bit complicated: "I heard that the community was haunted. Someone used to have an axe to hack his wife. It was very evil. Or we still call the police..."

Wu Jia originally wanted to scare them and let them retreat. I didn't expect the words to be finished. Shen Dongqing was not afraid, even his eyes lit up.

"What a haunt?"

Wu Jia can't figure out the routine of this person, or honestly say: "Yes, haunted..."

Shen Dongqing: "That's not going to hurry!"

Wu Jia: "What?"

Shen Dongqing: "You can't catch up later!"

Wu Jia: Why does this person say that it is not the same as the first episode of the TV show at eight o'clock?

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