Emoji is one of the great inventions, the same expression can be interpreted in a variety of ways.
After Chen Zhan received the expression of a blood-stained knife, he began to ponder the meaning.
What Yin Ronglan saw when he came back was the scene where he fell into deep thought on the screen of his mobile phone.
"What are you thinking?" Before he could change his coat, he reached out and probed his forehead, making sure it wasn't a physical discomfort.
Chen Zhan presented Mr. Wu's emoji in front of Yin Ronglan: "What do you mean?"
The culprit can more or less read: "Maybe a threat."
Chen Zhan didn't quite understand, so naive, it didn't look like Mr. Wu's handwriting.
Yin Ronglan sat down beside him: "I've seen all the online talk about running with the ball." Without waiting for Chen Zhan to answer, he added, "If you're a fool for three years, then you think he's a fool."
"… "
Speaking of this, Chen Zhan didn't care so much anymore, but mentioned the misfortune of gaining a few pounds recently.
Yin Ronglan glanced at him... He has a well-proportioned body, but he doesn't really notice it, his face is slightly rounder, but he looks childish: "It's not a big deal."
Chen Zhan stood in front of the mirror: "It doesn't matter if you are fat, you can make bones and meat more precious."
Yin Ronglan tried to translate it, but it was to show that he wanted to increase his social status.
Looking at the person behind him through the mirror, Chen Zhan conveyed the idea that those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black.
Yin Ronglan thought that he was going to face a crazy young man who was diligent in coding, but he just closed the computer and walked to the next room to start calling.
The call time was very long. After eating a bowl of noodles and cutting a fruit plate, Chen Zhan didn't come out.
Turning on the TV, Yin Ronglan's eyes lingered on the hands of the clock hanging on the wall from time to time. For half an hour, Chen Zhancai took the mobile phone and walked out of the room slowly, with a small book between his head and shoulders, leaning against the wall with difficulty. While listening to the phone, I took shorthand notes, muttering from time to time 'So it is. '
After hanging up the phone, Yin Ronglan looked over and asked casually, "New friends?"
Chen Zhan shook his head and emphasized, "A common 'friend'."
The words 'Lin Chi Ang' involuntarily came to mind, Yin Ronglan frowned slightly: "He takes up too much time in our lives."
Chen Zhan: "Be specific."
"You mentioned Lin Chiang a lot."
Chen Zhan thought for a while: "I'm also a topic that the two of them can't get around, so you won't suffer."
"… "
Yin Ronglan was silent for a few seconds, wondering how he came up with this equation.
The person Chen Zhan called just now was indeed Lin Chiang, and seriously asked how he would deal with himself if the world had no laws.
Lin Chiang really didn't disappoint, he opened his mouth and said more than a dozen exciting methods one after another.
The words seemed to dissipate a stagnation, and at the end, the tone became more and more relaxed, like a balloon floating in the sky.
Chen Zhan called Tan Changming, Zhang Chenggong and others again. Although the plan they provided was not as meticulous as Lin Chiang's, it was better than having a sense of picture.
At night, Yin Ronglan read a book with the night light on, and the lovers listed on the other side. He really couldn't hold back his curiosity and leaned over his head. When he saw the 'Sixty-six Ways to Kill Chen Zhan' on the notebook, his expression changed slightly.
"It's not a joke about life and death." During the rare process of getting along, he spoke in a slightly serious tone.
Chen Zhan: "It's not a joke, it's developing a game."
Before waiting for him to express his opinion, he arranged for himself: "The most important thing in modern society is pressure, and how to reduce stress is very important."
Yin Ronglan started to have a headache, but she had to close the book and listen patiently.
Chen Zhan: "Do you think anyone will hate me?"
Yin Ronglan hesitated for a moment: "Maybe."
"to be frank."
"… Countless."
Chen Zhan nodded: "In order to release the pressure, many people have begun to retaliate against the society for irreparable things, so I am going to create a stress-relief game."
Staring at the dozens of plans listed in the small notebook, I am quite proud: "As long as the player buys the props, they can torture and kill my mimetic image in the game."
Yin Ronglan was silent for a few seconds, then got out of bed and went to the home medicine cabinet to pull out the thermometer... It may not be accurate to measure by hand during the day, and it seems that he is really sick.
Chen Zhan refused to measure the temperature, saying that this was the result of careful consideration: "The download of the game launched last year is getting less and less, and it will not bring much profit."
And he himself has experience in making games and a fixed partner, and once it is launched, it will do more with less.
Yin Ronglan sighed and said, "So you seek ideas from those who used to have hatreds."
Chen Zhan squinted and smiled: "It's just a questionnaire."
Ask those people, symbolically, how much they hate themselves enough to want to do it themselves, and what course of action they might take.
Yin Ronglan's eyes were vicious and pointed directly to the core: "Learn from other people's ideas and improve the game. When the game is launched, its first batch of players may still be these people."
The wealthy children themselves are not short of money, and can 'show their ambitions' in the game, why not do it
Chen Zhan said very seriously: "They realized the joy of killing me in the second dimension, and I got the money, isn't it the best of both worlds?"
The voice fell, and for a few minutes, each other's breathing seemed to be stagnant, and the quiet needles in the bedroom could be heard.
After a long while, Yin Ronglan carefully observed Chen Zhan's micro-expression from the corner of his eye, and determined that he saw some kind of sincere emotion in the eyes of the other party.
The word mobility seems to be tailor-made for Chen Zhan.
The first thing I did when I woke up the next day was to contact a game designer I had worked with before. He demanded good graphics, especially the sound effects and special effects. But the picture should not be too bloody and cruel, and it is easy to be banned.
Today is different from the past, and the price that Chen Zhanneng gives has also doubled.
If you get a satisfactory price, there will be a promise that a preliminary design will be given before the end of the month. The designer is also conscientious, and it took four days to make a promotional video, which is convenient for advertising in advance.
In the promotional film, Chen Zhan's mimetic image of the villain died in various funny ways, and besides being funny... It was inexplicably relieved.
When he put the video on Weibo, most of the netizens' cute points were similar.
"I watched it three times, and it was inexplicably refreshing."
"To tell you the truth, I feel that my mind has been purified!"
"It's a fan. Addicted to appearance, it's really cool!"
…
During this period of concentrating on his career, whether it was the law enforcement officer or Mr. Wu, only a handful of times appeared in his mind. Chen Zhan seems to have returned to the old days, without unpredictable external forces, and strives to achieve his goals in life.
This backfired. On this day, he asked the game designer to inspect the finished product in a cafe. After trying it out, he was quite satisfied with the style of the painting.
The horror style that is close to the cuteness, like a faceless man, is a bit scary at first glance, but it can taste warm after a long time.
Designer: "If you have any comments, you can ask them at any time."
Chen Zhan looked solemn: "Can he close his eyes when he was shot in the head at the end?"
It's heart-wrenching to watch the deadly scene.
The designer asked back: "It's all headshots, how do you close your eyes?"
Chen Zhan pursed his lips and took a sip of juice: "That's right."
When he raised his eyes, he suddenly saw the person at the next table. The two sides were separated by a corridor. Mr. Wu stared at him for some time.
The same eyes, but like a dusty ancient well, did not fluctuate, Chen Zhan couldn't help frowning, and it seemed that something unknown had happened to the other party.
Mr. Wu didn't take the initiative to talk, and left calmly after eating the dessert on the plate.
Chen Zhan looked back: "I'll contact you again if I have an idea."
The designer nodded and left with the notebook.
Chen Zhan: "Go and follow him."
[System: Designer or stranded person?]
Chen Zhan was helpless: "Of course it's the latter."
The system goes fast and comes back fast.
After the bill was settled, it appeared again, bringing with it not-so-good news: "The stranded person's system has awakened."
After Chen Zhan scanned the code, he didn't know if it was because of the expensive bill or because of the news: "Where is the other person?"
[System: Feed the pigeons by the fountain in the park.]
Forest Park is just across the road from here. There were a lot of people in this time period. Chen Zhan lowered the brim of his hat and hurried forward.
A group of children were chasing and playing around the fountain. Looking around, they saw someone sitting quietly on a bench in the distance. Judging from his body shape, it should be the person he wants to see.
Tonight's afterglow was extraordinarily warm. Chen Zhan sat down on the other side. The two sides were like guarding stone statues that did not interfere with each other, standing on both sides.
Chen Zhan took the initiative to break the silence and tentatively asked, "Have you come up with the answer to dancing with the devil?"
The light in Mr. Wu's eyes changed vaguely, and he said in a low, inaudible voice for a moment: "That's just a trap you used to deceive me." After speaking, he turned his head and said, "Your memory must have been restored long ago."
It took a lot of effort to lower the opponent's IQ. Seeing that it returned to normal, Chen Zhan wondered if he had exchanged a special medicine to improve his intelligence.
Mr. Wu ignored this conjecture: "Forcibly reducing intelligence and then counter-killing, this method is very useful." After a pause, he smiled and said: "But it is not difficult to resolve."
The temperament of the whole body is very different from before, even more calm than when Chen Zhan first met him.
"Look there." Mr. Wu looked at a pair of parents in the distance with a smile. The adults were teaching the disobedient little boy: "How old are you, your brother is more sensible than you!"
After watching this short 'family unit drama', I slowly said again: "I saw an interesting saying on the Internet, what is the meaning of having a second child... The tuba practice is abolished and the trumpet practice again."
Chen Zhan snorted, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to have a child and continue the hatred to the next generation?"
Without waiting for a reply, he said to himself, "It's feasible, I won't have offspring. So when he is an adult, I'm old, and my mental decline can be hanged and beaten."
Hearing that, Mr. Wu's complexion finally changed, but unfortunately this anger never sublimated, and suddenly dropped to freezing point. And in Chen Zhan's slightly surprised eyes, he returned to calm at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a few breaths, Chen Zhan revealed an unprecedented stunned expression: "You shouldn't be..."
Mr. Wu smiled slightly: "With the help of the system, I have successfully developed seven personalities."
It seemed that everything was under control during the speech: "You can lose your intelligence, one personality is ruined, just let the next one go to battle."
"… "
How much hatred does this have to be? !
[System: ... If my colleagues at the time had this kind of ingenuity, they wouldn't have been forced to retire by the host, or to change jobs... tsk tsk.]
The author has something to say: Chen Zhan: How much hatred? What a hate!
Mr. Wu: I am invincible.