Chapter 3 Black Gun
After the hunt, Wenquan liked to go to the cafe on Liming Street for a drink.
Liming Street is a very interesting street.
The main part of the street is composed of independent buildings with different styles. Each building has a very conspicuous and occasionally changed name, such as: Super Speed (retro version), Your Journey to Immortality, Black Bajie, Castle in the Sky version 40.32, World of Fighters 9.0, Pink Pig Girl, Star Whore... and so on.
The projects are complex and exciting.
On the thousands of Liming Streets running simultaneously, you can see all kinds of virtual images at any time.
Fairies with fluttering clothes, rough men in simple fursuits, beauties in sunglasses wearing leather clothes, sexy half-naked men who look like they walked out of Greek mythology, young men equipped with a full set of miniature space mechas, monkeys, a vibrator superman, and a walking mosaic. ……
Yes, this is the hottest virtual neighborhood on the human home planet right now.
Wenquan has twelve sets of appearances to choose from in Dawn Street, thanks to his outstanding gaming experience.
But Wenquan’s favorite appearance combination is a set of novice village suits from a certain offline game. The thin leather armor, leather boots with rough scratches, and gloves with holes make him look like Like a fallen warrior.
Whenever a stranger notices his attire, Wen Quan's carefully pinched handsome face will reveal a charming smile, as if to say:
‘You’re quite knowledgeable, newbie, these are some old items. ’
What was different today was that Wen Quan hesitated for a long time at the login interface on Liming Street.
He originally wanted to dress up handsomely because he had an important date coming up.
But when Wen Quan's finger was about to land on the valuable 'suited thug' suit, he paused for a few seconds and slid his finger to the top box in the frequently used column.
"Let's keep it this way."
After clicking confirmation twice, a blue light appeared around Wen Shen, showing that he had finished dressing in the mirror.
Although I have lamented this countless times,...
Oh, the bondage created by the leather boots and belt is so real!
Unfortunately, the real physical experience of the virtual community is limited by the laws of the home planet.
There is always a simple interface box in Wen Quan's eyes, with various data jumping inside, reminding him that this is not the real world.
The rusty iron sword on his waist is just a decoration on Liming Street.
Wen Quan took off the iron sword and placed it on the shoe cabinet at the door.
He wanted to look gentler today.
Opening the door, Wen Quan was intoxicated by the complicated lights advertising the new tour on the street, mixed with the chatter and laughter of the men and women.
"This is the best community version we've seen in years."
Wen Quan murmured in a low voice, playing a relaxing melody within a privacy range of half a meter around him, while he hummed a tune and walked among the crowd.
Walking through the streets and passing through the screen square where news information was collected, I glanced at the latest game information and opened the door of the cafe.
It’s still the familiar window seat facing the street, the familiar checkered tablecloth, and the familiar touch brought by the hardwood chair.
Turn off the music and turn on the ambient sound. The melodious piano music is accompanied by the chatter and laughter of several virtual guests, making the place full of an atmosphere that can only be found in history books.
Wen Quan glanced at the time in the upper left corner of the interface.
09:25:45 PM.
I still have about six minutes.
Wen Quan tapped his fingers on the table twice, and a sexy avatar came over with a pen and paper.
He tapped his fingers on the screen that popped up in front of him a few more times, and a cup of coffee exuding white mist appeared in front of Wen Zhong.
It is a pity that because there is an upper limit for taste simulation in virtual communities - which is also subject to legal constraints - it is impossible to experience those treasured wines in a virtual environment, and it is impossible to obtain true alcohol numbness.
Wen Quan picked up the coffee, lowered his head and took a sip.
Ding, ding——
Suddenly, a prompt sounded next to my ears, and a user applied to enter his seat.
Wen Quan agreed without much thought, and the figures of three girls appeared in the aisle in front, walking towards them while laughing.
They all look to be in their twenties, enjoying their youth.
When Wen Quan first looked over, what caught his eyes was the slender waist and the three almost perfect body contours.
The woman at the head was Wen Quan's wife, an ordinary woman whose actual age was forty-five years old.
In the virtual community, she has short, smart hair, and her facial profile looks like that of a popular star. Her leather pants and short shirt outfit are also extremely fashionable. What is more eye-catching is her hot figure and career. There seems to be some kind of fatal attraction hidden in the thread.
‘Please spare me. ’
Wenquan groaned a few times in his heart.
When he thought of his wife's appearance in reality and her already middle-aged figure, he lost any interest in exploring the two girls who were traveling with his wife.
"Sit."
Wen Quan greeted politely, although he did not stand up.
The two girls smiled and nodded to him, but they just stood beside the chairs, just like sisters who came to cheer up their wives.
They have expensive and rare hair colors such as silver and ocean blue, and their fashionable short skirt styles are as if they were brought from reality into the virtual community, which perfectly demonstrates their considerable financial resources.
Yes, my wife’s current social circle is completely different from mine.
"Ahem," Wen Quan was a little afraid to look at the woman in front of him. Just as he was about to speak, he thought of the agreement between the two of them.
In the virtual community, they are now referred to as brother and sister; each has its own social circle and does not want others to know that they are married.
"How are you thinking about that matter?" the wife asked proactively.
"That's it," Wen Quan said calmly, "Let's meet offline sometime."
"Tomorrow, tomorrow at noon," the woman lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. "Is there anything else you want to tell me? What conditions did I put forward before?"
"I agree."
Wen Quan smiled, glanced at the time in the upper left corner of the interface frame, and continued:
"My income is pretty good now. I work as the deputy leader of a hunting group. Someone also introduced me to a good fund. I'm about to invest some money in it..."
"These are your own business."
The woman interrupted him, her small face showing a bit of impatience, "I don't think you need to say this to me."
"Well, yes."
Wen Quan's thumb was embedded in the round handle of the coffee cup.
He glanced at the time in the upper left corner:
09:30:05 PM.
Wen Quan seemed to want to say something, but he just smiled. He looked up at the woman in front of him, as if through two layers of virtual disguise, he saw the partner who had spent many days and nights with him laughing.
She is still young, beautiful, gentle, and full of goodwill towards life.
She...
"What's that outside?"
The two girls standing next to the chair lost their voices as they looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw the figure walking slowly towards them.
It was a dark figure.
Black smoke spread out from under his cloak and eroded towards all parts of the street;
Light blue squares appeared on the streets and various items on the edge of the black smoke.
A faint green phosphorescence could be seen under the cloak, and the stone road he walked on left burning footprints.
The air on the street was filled with the smell of anxiety. Many girls covered their noses. Their respective environmental control buttons failed at the same time.
There was a fat young man shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Dude! How much did you spend on these special effects?"
The dark figure did not respond.
The figure continued to step forward, leaving two more flaming footprints, and stood outside the cafe window.
He slowly raised his head, revealing the cold eyes under the cloak and the festering face with several pieces of rotten flesh hanging on it.
Even today, when horror games are very popular, the two girls on the other side of the window screamed uncontrollably.
Wen Quan's wife looked up, her face was a little pale, and she huddled on the edge of the chair in fear.
Wen Quan looked at his wife calmly, with a slight smile on his lips, and said:
"Why are you still scared by such weird things? Aren't they all virtual?"
Outside the window, the man under the cloak stared at Wen Quan and took out a revolver wrapped in flames with his right hand.
This kind of firearm, which has long since disappeared in reality and will only appear in history books and the bottom of collectors' boxes, now actually made a group of onlookers tremble with fear.
The palms and arms of the cloaked man passed through the glass window without any hindrance, and a light blue light film appeared in the penetrated area.
Click.
The muzzle of the gun was pressed against Wen Quan's left temple, and the other person's finger pressed down on the primer firing pin.
Wen Quan glanced at his wife, raised his head to look at the people outside the window, frowned and said, "This is not a good joke. Who asked you to prank me?"
The figure suddenly spoke, and a dry, old sound, like frosted cloth scraping against glass, made the scalps of users who turned on the ambient sound numb.
He spit out four words: "As gentle as jade."
"You...how do you know my ID?"
Wen Quan was startled for a moment, and his eyes immediately widened with bloodshot eyes.
He tried to stand up, his voice became a little high-pitched and trembling.
But masses of black energy surged in, like palms, passing through the glass window and pressing Wen Quan firmly on the chair.
"How do you know this name! Who are you? How do you know my ID!"
Wen Quan's voice trembled more obviously.
"No, what are you doing?" Wen Quan's wife's eyes were full of confusion.
The figure outside the window had a glint in his eyes, and he pulled the trigger slowly.
"You are the first."
Bang!
Blood splattered, and the shielding protocol on Dawn Street completely failed at this moment. Hot blood splashed on the cafe and on the face of the woman opposite.
The scene seemed frozen until a scream broke the brief silence.
More users flocked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop, their eyes full of confusion, and messages began to pop up on the public channel.
[Username hidden]: What's going on? Aren’t weapons prohibited on Liming Street?
[Level 8 Big Crazy Bee·Dawn Justice]: Who made this plug-in? Isn’t Liming Street a forum? Can we do it directly here? Interesting.
[Username hidden]: I was bragging on the forum, and then someone shot me down? Hahaha.
[Username not hidden·Dead by Daylight]: It may be Wei Xing Company’s new publicity technique.
[Old Bright Moon·Flying Immortals from Beyond the Sky]: It’s a bit weird.
…
Messages were flooding the screen rapidly, apertures appeared on the streets, and more and more users came across the lines.
In the coffee shop, Wen Quan's wife kept dialing the communication number that Wen Quan connected to the port device. After more than ten times of unanswered prompts, she panicked.
"I-I'll go offline and have a look!"
She said something tremblingly and hastily pressed the logout button.
Half a minute later, a woman's scream came from a fairly good high-rise apartment.
A few minutes later, the piercing sound of sirens echoing in the air broke the city's long-lasting tranquility.
In the dimly lit room of the high-rise apartment, a bloated woman slumped at the door of the study. Her still beautiful pupils reflected the miserable appearance of the deceased.
Her husband, Wen Quan, was sitting on the ergonomic chair. Wen Quan was wearing the latest spinal connection port on his back, and his body that had been exercising all year round was wrapped in comfortable body-sensing clothing.
But at this moment, Wen Quan tilted his head, his eyes widened, and there was a terrifying blood hole in his right temple, with blood mixed with brain matter flowing downward.
despair.
The pool of blood made faint ripples. (End of chapter)