Chapter 54 Eating
On March 13, Qisi got up early.
I don’t know if it was because of the influence of the copy of "Carnivorous", but he found that his appetite became much stronger - he woke up from hunger.
Considering that there was no food without minced meat at home, he had to get a white shirt to change into, reluctantly went out, and within five minutes he got into the crowded morning market. .
The smog is still severe, and the reverberation of the noise is as headache-inducing as ever. The old radio is full of noise, mutely broadcasting one message after another:
"The federal government plans to pass the Curfew Bill. No one is allowed to go out between 1 a.m. and 4 a.m. without special circumstances." All bases in Fujian Province. "
"After investigation, the "strange arrival incident" circulated on the Internet is a rumor, and the communicator has been arrested for promoting feudal superstition."
"... ”
Qisi put on his headphones and walked into the breakfast shop on the corner of the street in a familiar way. The smell of oil smoke and sweat was immediately carried by the heat and hit his face.
The proprietress stood next to the frying pan, her hair tied back by a plastic cap, and her mask covering most of her face, only revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes. She carefully looked at the passing diners, and it seemed that if she just asked her a few questions about how she was doing, she would be happy. You can get a large basket of bitter water.
Qisi had no intention of understanding other people’s lives, so he walked over and said concisely: “An egg pancake.”
“Okay!”
The landlady swung a piece of dough neatly Put it in the pot, crack an egg on top, and put in a sausage.
Zis said: "I don't eat meat."
The landlady obviously didn't believe it and kept chattering: "Why do you, a young man like you, suddenly stop eating meat? I still remember the last time you came here, the last time you came here, and the previous few times you came here. "Egg-filled pancakes" are all "egg-filled pancakes". "Egg-filled pancakes" have one more word for "filled" than "egg pancakes." In actual terms, it means one more sausage, which is three yuan more expensive.
Chisi emphasized his tone: "If you still remember consumer rights, I suggest you not to put meat."
"This is a joke, you young people, I spend all day searching for rations. If you ask me, your body is your capital, you can’t save food by saving anything..."
The boss lady wrapped the dough in her own way and wrapped the sausage in it: " If Auntie doesn’t charge you more, I’ll treat you as a treat. We’re all regular customers. Why are you so quarrelsome with Auntie? Next time you come to eat, Auntie will give you a 50% discount!”
"My aunt's unlucky son is as old as you. His favorite food is egg-filled pancakes. He eats them every day and never gets tired of them."
"Oh, it's not easy for you young people, either. It's hard to find a job..."
After listening to the chatter, Qisi almost realized that the boss's wife regarded him as an unemployed vagrant who couldn't find a job, and his motherly instincts overcame him for a while.
He thought for a moment, took out his mobile phone and looked up the report about his specimen exhibition.
It was too cold, and his hands were a little sluggish because of the cold. Before he could call up any valid information, the lady boss had already bagged the egg-filled pancakes and handed them over.
Qisi gave up the nonsense and paid nine yuan with Alipay. Then he picked up the plastic bag and walked out of the breakfast shop.
“Hey! Six yuan is enough! I won’t charge you more!” Behind me, the landlady shouted at the top of her lungs.
Zis pretended not to hear, quickened his pace, and almost hid himself in the crowd to avoid the plague.
As I turned the corner, I saw an overturned trash can. The leftover soup flowed all over the floor, giving off a rotten stench.
A black dog with sparse hair was scratching the edge of the bucket, lowering his head and picking at the leftovers spilling out of it with his mouth.
Smelling the aroma of fresh food, it raised its head tremblingly and stuck out its white tongue at Qiss, its amber dog eyes filled with greedy light.
Qisi threw the egg-filled pancake in his hand into the trash can, and it landed right in front of the black dog's mouth.
The black dog lowered his head and took the meat and cake into his mouth, his tail wagging happily.
......
At eight o'clock in the evening, in the suburbs of Jiangcheng, in the assembly hall of a hidden base.
Mu Dongxu, director of the first room of the Jiangcheng Branch of the Weird Investigation Bureau, was standing in front of the big screen to summarize his work.
He was wearing a dark green military uniform. Under his messy hair was an upright square face, with light wrinkles arranged neatly, showing the weather of the years.
He is actually not a professional soldier, but due to the special nature of the Weird Investigation Bureau, investigators will be equipped with uniforms and certificates of various organizations to facilitate investigations on various occasions. So broadly speaking, every investigator can be an army officer, policeman, civil servant, or even an archaeological team member... "Last year, a total of five strange intrusions occurred in Jiangcheng, with the highest being A-level and the lowest being D-level; compared to the year before, With two more cases, the level of danger has gone up to a higher level."
Mu Dongxu looked at the documents in his hand and read solemnly: "We are concerned about the weirdness above B level. There is still no practical solution to the incident, and the methods of dealing with it have not made any progress compared to ten years ago; and the penetration of weirdness into reality is getting stronger and stronger. If things go on like this, we will one day lose the battle with weird games. "
An old man turned his head and whispered to the young man next to him: "There were only five cases. I remember there were eight cases in 23 years."
Mu Dongxu pretended not to hear and continued with a stern face: " We have eradicated the influence of the Sila Guild in Jiangcheng and cut off the largest source of strange pollution. Why do the number of strange invasions increase instead of decreasing? Is it so easy for the Sila Guild, which has been in power for more than 30 years, to have no plan in reality? Are they being exterminated by us? Is it possible that their retreat is just a cover-up?"
After three questions, everyone put away the banter on their faces and waited for the answer.
Mu Dongxu took a long breath and said:
“Fewer and fewer free players are willing to enter new dungeons to explore. Even if they have to match new dungeons, they lack the initiative to explore the world view. Sex. More and more people are accustomed to the existence of weird games, and are more inclined to coexist with weirdness than trying to leave the dungeon. If things go on like this, the hope of triggering the final dungeon will only become slimmer.”
"The further decline in the support rate of the 'Kyuzhou' guild can reflect the degeneration of cooperative thoughts and the rampant zero-sum game thinking. In the dungeon, more and more players are leaning towards the law of the jungle principle of the weird game, and their psychology has become twisted and crazy Soon, we will have to deal with more than just weirdness."
A young investigator raised his hand, and after receiving approval, he stood up and asked: "Director, are you going too far? Are you pessimistic? "
"It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Since the weird game has designed investment and other mechanisms, there will naturally be people who take advantage of it. Even if these people insist on matching new copies, the probability of triggering the final copy will be high. It’s also extremely low and serves no purpose other than causing chaos.”
“Basically all the players on the list have certain psychological problems. If they want to survive, they must adapt to the survival rules of the weird game. The weird game does not strengthen the player’s body. No matter how powerful the mechanism is in the game, in reality it can only be solved with one shot of a gun..."
Mu Dongxu raised his hand and made a stop gesture: "Last week, listen The image of "door" appears in the prophecy of the Wind Guild. The biggest weird thing in history has arrived, which will open a door between the weird game and reality, causing an unprecedented disaster."
"The headquarters and the Listening to the Wind Guild unanimously suspect that 'He' is related to the Twilight of the Gods twenty-two years ago."
"Weirdness will eventually run rampant in the world, and mystery will eventually come to the world. Soon, Xi La The technical problems that the Guild took thirty years to solve, and the methods that the Balance Church is still struggling to find, will be easily realized. The barrier between the game and reality will be broken, and strange events will be extradited into reality by 'He'. ”
Mu Dongxu took a deep breath and exhaled it, his deep eyes slowly scanning everyone in the venue.
After looking at a corner, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Xiao Chang, are you listening?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes were focused on one place.
In the corner of the venue, a young man wearing a black sweatshirt sat upright on a chair, holding a huge chicken drumstick in both hands, and was chewing it quietly and religiously.
"Xiao Chang!" Mu Dongxu called again.
The young man raised his head suddenly, his black eyes as deep as pool water, and it seemed that his soul was no longer here.
Mu Dongxu sighed: "Xiao Chang, I finally cleared a copy of "Rose Manor" with TE, but I don't know anything about the process. You are young, can you eat?"
The young man said "Hmm" and continued to chew on the chicken leg in his hand. After chewing the shredded meat clean, he sucked the marrow fluid from the bone.
Mu Dongxu: "Look at the stone tablet in Sunset Ruins. Where do you rank on the newcomer list? Excuse me?"
"Yeah."
"You can't do anything but yeah. Anything else?"
"Oh."
Mu Dongxu raised his voice unbearably: "Bringing food in during the meeting will be demerited once!"
Hearing this, the young man's expression finally became serious.
He raised his head and looked at Mu Dongxu, and said seriously: "The contract says you get off work at six o'clock, but it's already eight o'clock now, and seven o'clock is the stipulated dinner time."
Mu Dongxu: "..."
Investigators: "..."
After five seconds of silence, an angry shout rang out over the Great Hall:
"Chang Xu! If you dare to let food appear here again, your food expenses will be halved next month!"
(End of this chapter)