Chao Jian's vinegary smell filled the entire alley, and anyone who accidentally walked in would have their nose choked out.
The smell of vinegar was so strong that it took Chen Yang a long time to suppress it.
As Chen Yang sat on the sofa at home, he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh. There was one good thing about this mission: he could go home and rest.
Chao Jian poured a glass of water for Chen Yang.
Chen Yang held the cup and put his head towards the rim, letting the hot steam hit his face. He was completely still and seemed to be in a daze, but in fact his mind and heart were extremely active.
In fact, the so-called truth and falsehood are all relative. For the NPCs in the fake world, that is the real world. Their lives, families, love, careers, youth and aging, all the joys, sorrows, life and death are real.
The same is true for the NPCs here.
Chen Yang couldn't help but have an idea he had never had before. As long as he could pass the level and unbind his identity number, it would be the same in which world he stayed in. They were all real worlds in a sense, weren't they
No, it's different! Chen Yang kept shaking his head. He was not an NPC, he was a tasker. Going home was his life goal, and there was only one road under his feet. There was a thick arrow on the road, pointing to the end.
Chen Yang sighed: "Oh." He wiped his eyes and said, "Fuck, I'm crying again."
"Speaking of which, after the reset, I was mainly doing tasks, and I did them frequently. Almost everyone around me was a tasker. My social relationships are very simple. I don't have parents, a wife or children, brothers or colleagues, and I don't have any complicated emotional entanglements, otherwise I would have died several times just to say goodbye..." Chao Jian swallowed up the rest of Chen Yang's words.
Chao Jian also swallowed Chen Yang's tears and disappointment.
After a passionate wet kiss, Chen Yang's fingertips were burning. He grabbed Chao Jian's little nose and pulled her into the room.
Before, Chen Yang thought that completing a mission was just completing a mission and he couldn’t think of anything else, even thinking about Chao Jian had to be restrained.
Now... not only do I think about it, I also do it!
Chen Yang's dopamine burst out in large quantities, like the Yellow River bursting its banks and surging, and he couldn't control himself at all.
It was around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, the sky was orange and yellow. Chen Yang sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt, facing the window and smoking, his attention shifted from the climax to the task.
The suicide note said that they were targeting me. The key points in this sentence are "they" and "target".
"They" reveals the nature of the murderer, human.
Otherwise the word would be "they".
As for the word "stare"... Chen Yang was deep in thought with a cigarette in his mouth. The three staff members did something secretly and were discovered by a group of people.
At first, the group of people just watched secretly and had no intention of killing him. However, as time went on, they were worried that the situation would worsen, so they finally took ruthless action.
"What could be related to the tourism festival?" Chen Yang murmured, the cigarette in his mouth shaking slightly.
But... Liu Zhi said there was no body.
Chen Yang gritted his teeth on the cigarette butt. How did Liu Zhi know that all three people were dead? Could he be the murderer
Chao Jian got on the bed with a damp body. He sat behind Chen Yang and pressed his chest against him.
Chen Yang blew a smoke ring towards the sky outside the window. He raised his arm holding the cigarette and stroked the head resting on his shoulder like a puppy.
A pair of slightly cool hands reached into the quilt and touched Chen Yang with a rustling sound. The cigarette between his fingers trembled, and he spoke his analysis with a light breath.
Without getting any response, Chen Yang turned his head to look at Chao Jian, his eyes narrowed with a hint of passion: "You can't participate in this mission?"
Chao Jian kissed Chen Yang's cigarette-scented lips, pushed open his teeth and thrust forward, then withdrew after a while: "My participation will affect your progress to the final level."
Chen Yang bit the cigarette and rubbed Chao Jian's tall nose and the red corners of his lips with his fingertips. He thought, since I can't participate, then just watch me go.
"Where is the red armband?" Chen Yang asked as he fell asleep.
"In the living room." Chao Jian hugged him, her long eyelashes covering her eyes, her voice a little low and deep.
Chen Yang moved the body held in Chao Jian's arms: "Go get me some clothes, let's go downstairs." He added, "The sweater needs to be high-necked."
"Luckily, I have a healthy waist, good stamina, and good toughness. Otherwise, I would be exhausted after doing this for an hour or two." Chen Yang sighed while smoking a cigarette, "Young people are too fierce."
Chao Jian put one leg on the ground and the other on the edge of the bed. He tilted his head and looked at Chen Yang with his dark eyes. His chestnut hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, making their outline clear.
Chen Yang's heartbeat quickened, his body felt hot and his waist felt numb: "Turn your head away quickly!"
"I can't come, really, I really can't come," Chen Yang huddled into the quilt, muttering to himself, "I'd better ask you to wear a mask and a hat to cover your eyes. Don't stare at me even if you have nothing to do. I don't have any self-control at this stage... No, if you don't touch me or look at me, I'll start to have wild thoughts and think that you are tired and don't want to like me anymore. Oh my god, when the mission is over, I will definitely raise the threshold as soon as possible. This is terrible, what am I thinking about..."
Chao Jian took his clothes and went to bed. He pulled back the quilt and looked at Chen Yang who was still muttering: "Don't worry about it. I will watch over you. You are you no matter what."
Chen Yang: "Although what you said is very touching, could you please stop pulling my quilt? I'm naked."
"Oh." Chao Jian looked at him.
Chen Yang's whole body was covered with marks from being sucked, and he quickly put on his clothes.
The air conditioner was on in the room, so it wasn't cold, but it was embarrassing. Even after doing it many times, Chen Yang still felt shy.
If he had just been wearing shorts, he wouldn't have been so panicked.
Chao Jian squatted beside him like a well-fed adult lion, guarding his mate closely.
"I don't know if the red armband is easy to wear. I'll try it later." Chen Yang suddenly stopped putting on the sweater. His mind went blank, and then there was a rumbling sound, "It's broken!"
Chao Jian pulled his sweater down.
Chen Yang's expression changed again and again: "The official rule is that we will wear red armbands to maintain order in three days, but rules usually have traps. It is very likely that the moment the red armbands are handed out, we will have already started working."
After a pause, Chen Yang said, "Or even earlier, when Liu Zhi came to deliver the registration form and said that it had been approved by the higher-ups."
Chen Yang grabbed Chao Jian's messy hair and asked him to look up: "We have to maintain order now."
An excited person may act without restraint.
Chao Jian's scalp ached, but he stared at Chen Yang, who was shrouded in twilight, with a focused and persistent gaze.
Chen Yang did not have time to respond to Chao Jian's emotions. He frowned and looked serious. The management had executed three people, but Liu Zhi did not notify the police. The tourism festival came first.
The job of the taskers is to maintain public order in the scenic area. As long as they see conflicts among tourists, they must immediately find ways to stop and resolve them.
So the death condition for this mission is: doing something that affects the tourism festival
Chen Yang jumped out of bed: "I have to inform others quickly!"
The next moment, he stood on the ground with an indescribable expression. How to notify? A large group of people had all dispersed, and it was difficult to hold a meeting. Moreover, he didn't know most of them, and he didn't know who was who when he met them.
His shoulders sank and Chen Yang cooperated by opening his arms, letting Chao Jian put his coat on him. He stood on one leg, bent the other leg, and put on his socks neatly.
"We have to visit several places tonight," Chen Yang said, "In addition to the homes of the three dead staff members, there is also the management office."
Chao Jian helped him zip up: "Okay."
When Chen Yang and Chao Jian walked out of the corridor, they met Zhang Qi and several taskers who were about to enter the building.
"Brother, I'm just looking for you!" Zhang Qi shook off his teammates and rushed over.
Chen Yang politely waved to the unfamiliar taskers and asked Zhang Qi in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"We found out from the management office that the two men and one woman who died were Guan Xiaoyun, Ye Yu, and Cheng Jin. I wrote down their addresses." Zhang Qi took out a piece of paper and handed it to Chen Yang, "Ye Yu lived in this building."
Chen Yang took the note and saw that Ye Yu lived in 302, just downstairs from him.
"That's his sister's family." Zhang Qi spoke quickly and impatiently, "He was originally working in another place, and only started working at the management office at the beginning of this year. He is temporarily living at his sister's house."
Chen Yang put away the note: "Have you been to Guan Xiaoyun and Cheng Jin's place?"
"No." Zhang Qi rubbed his forehead. "I came here first. I thought you were at home." His eyes turned towards his brother's girlfriend. Even with a mask and a baseball cap, he was still handsome. No wonder Xiao Li asked him about this guy.
"Then let's go to Ye Yu's sister's house to take a look, but we can't go in together. Too many people will arouse the suspicion of that family." Chen Yang wanted to pull Chao Jian, but Zhang Jinyang's shouting came from outside suddenly.
Something happened!
Chen Yang thought that the bodies of the three people were found, or one of them. He never thought that it was the NPC who died.
The one who died was Guan Xiaoyun’s grandfather.
Guan Xiaoyun was raised by her grandfather. After her grandfather died, there was no one left in her family.
A circle of people stood in the courtyard. Chen Yang looked at the old man on the ground and found that his injury was on the back of his head, and it was obvious that he had hit his head somewhere.
Chen Yang gently lifted the old man's body up and saw the iron nail behind his head. The nail was driven into the ground, with most of it sticking out, making a hole in his head.
"What happened?" Chen Yang put the old man back into the pool of blood and glanced at the group of people next to him with a scrutinizing look. According to Zhang Jinyang, this group of people was already in the yard when he came here.
If Zhang Jinyang hadn't been smart enough to run and inform Chen Yangqian to ask a few old teammates to guard the door, this group of people would have left long ago.
Seeing that no one spoke, Chen Yang looked at each one and from the situation of the teams he could see that they were three teams.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was not quiet, but rather like boiling water, bubbling and boiling.
The group of people were breathing heavily. In response to Chen Yang's inquiry and questioning, they insisted that the people were dead when they arrived and they didn't know what happened.
One of the young men scratched his head and said, "It's none of our business. We just wanted to chat with him and see if we could get some useful information. But what about him? He pretended not to hear us!!!"
Chen Yang's hand that was holding the milk slices for Chao Jian paused for a few seconds. The man on the ground was a 90-year-old man. He was old and hard of hearing. He was not pretending not to hear, he really couldn't hear.
The young man started cursing, and others began to complain one after another, all thinking that the old man was uncooperative.
Chen Yang stuffed the milk tablets into Chao Jian's hand. Everyone was in an unstable mood, and he was not much worse. He wanted to swear and start fighting.