Master Swindler

Chapter 38

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Fatty chased after him panting and found Lu Qingjia coming out of the bathroom alone.

When you see him, say hello: "Let's go, go back."

Fatty looked inside, but didn't see the figure of his brother's predecessor, and suddenly showed an indescribable expression—

"That's it? It's less than five minutes? That brother looks energetic, but he's not good at it."

Lu Qingjia turned back slowly and glanced at Fatty: "Put you in the juicer, the juice you squeeze out is yellow."

Then grabbed the other party's mobile phone: "I thought about it, I can't push the girl into the fire pit, so let's delete the number."

The fat man hurriedly shouted: "Ehhh! It's fun, don't make fun of girls."

After a long time of trouble, Lu Qingjia threw the phone back to him. Fatty didn't dare to joke around.

However, because of his sluggishness, Rao can also see that his buddy is in a wrong mood at the moment.

The last second was as hopeless as a ghost, but now it doesn't have the posture of hiding from the plague god, but it seems that there is no luck to get rid of people.

The fat man looked at Lu Qingjia who was walking in front of him, scratching his head and scratching his cheeks, not knowing how to comfort him, he struggled for a long time before saying, "Let's go on a roller coaster? Like it?"

Lu Qingjia smiled: "Is there?"

"Yes!" Fatty helped him recall: "You used to pull me to sit for a while in college."

Lu Qingjia recalled and said nonchalantly, "Oh, that's because you got PTSD on the roller coaster after watching Death Comes 3. I want to see you peeing your pants in fear to use poison to fight poison."

Fatty: "..."

"Did you just frankly reveal another secret to persecute me? How many other things have you done?"

Lu Qingjia: "It came suddenly, how can you let me finish the statistics in a while."

"Break up, today, I don't want you brother."

"Didn't you call me dad just now? Erzhao."

Fatty was almost crying, but between the gags, Lu Qingjia didn't look so tense.

Although it was noisy, when Lu Qingjia was going back in the evening, Fatty couldn't bear it again—

"Aren't you going to live in the city for a few days? My mother has packed up the room. I'll go back after playing for a few more days. It's not that there are no employees in your store. You don't have to do everything yourself, right?"

Lu Qingjia: "When the time is over, apologize to my aunt."

"Then you come up often."

Lu Qingjia nodded. Now that his face has been torn apart, he naturally has no scruples. In the future, not only will he enter the city, but as the game progresses, he may have to go to many places.

After graduating from university, Lu Qingjia's contact with many classmates only existed on the Internet, and the frequency was not high, but many girls who played well before came to him for emotional counseling from time to time.

But Rao is like this, he is still clear about the whereabouts of his classmates after graduation.

After returning home, Lu Qingjia dug out an old classmate who had not been in contact with him for more than half a year from the address book and knocked on him.

No matter when he was in college or now, his work is related to Internet entertainment. At that time, he was a well-known online up master.

The main sections involved are film and television work editing and some original video or animation production.

After graduating, he made some investments to set up a studio, and now he is an internet celebrity with over 10 million fans on various platforms.

When he started his business, Lu Qingjia also borrowed money from him, and he always remembered this favor.

After receiving the contact from Lu Qingjia, he immediately replied [Yo! Old Lu, why do you think of me?]

Lu Qingjia doesn't beat around the bush [I want you to help me.]

[You say you say, it is rare to have a day when you can use people.]The other party rubbed his hands, quite eager to try.

Lu Qingjia was a man of the school when he was in college. He was handsome and had a good family background. He was also high in emotional intelligence. Men and women liked him.

It may be an exaggeration to say that, but at that time most people at school were really proud to be friends with him.

After all, this buddy does not say that he is excellent, and he is also a righteous person. As long as he is a friend he sees, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it, and his wrist is comfortable.

For example, he will never make a big splash for helping you, so that everyone can see the embarrassment of the recipient, and he will not deliberately imply his own favor.

At this moment, they have achieved their own achievements in the past few years, and they have finally opened their mouths, and they are naturally positive.

[I want to entrust you to make a micro-movie or animation. The script is as I wrote, and the price is easy to say.]

[Hi! What are we talking about?]

[One yard is one yard, I can call you for nothing, but your employees have to eat, can you do all the work alone?]

The other party didn't shirk any further, and after finalizing the outline and general budget with Lu Qingjia, he quoted a cost price.

Lu Qingjia directly transferred double the money to him [In business affairs, don't be too polite to me, I am not doing it for fun, and then there are various promotions. I hope this work can be widely known in a certain period of time. .]

[This marketing effort, if the work is not good, it is bound to offend ordinary netizens. Therefore, in terms of quality, you can find the top professional team in your circle. The only deposit you just gave is not enough for you to control me at any time and add money.]

[Hey, buddy, why did you suddenly think of doing this? Sure enough, you can play.]

The other party pondered that in the past two years, because Lao Lu didn't stay outside after graduation, he went back to his hometown to inherit the farmhouse. Many idiots who have made two money in the past two years have a sense of superiority when they talk about it. The most famous person is just like this.

At the class reunion, trying to show off the newly bought car, the new girlfriend, and what other money-burning hobbies I find ridiculous.

[Come on, you write the specific script and requirements. The core of your story is good. Although the theme is too dark to become mainstream, if you do it well with a critical intention, plus reliable marketing, you can make a certain Fame is absolutely fine.]

[Don't worry, your name will definitely be prominently displayed by the producers and screenwriters.]

Over there, Lu Qingjia said, "No, you don't need to write any of my name on the staff sheet, but you have to leave the contact information of the studio in a prominent place.]

[Ask someone to keep an eye on it for 24 hours. If someone sends a message like this, such as the principle of the hospital's formation method, or the use of red silk for hair control, then give me the contact information of the other party.]

The other party flipped through the outline just now [Is there no such settings in it?]

[It's not, all is what I want.]

Lu Qingjia went offline in confusion. Horror games do not encourage players to sign up for groups, and it is almost impossible to find discussions about related games in reality.

The two most critical protection methods are that after the player leaves the game, the identity information of other players who have cleared the game with him will be blurred.

For example, Lu Qingjia now remembers everything from the previous dungeon, but when he only recalls the player, his appearance, clues about real information, and even his name will become blurred.

Except for Zhong Liyu, because this guy is someone I know in real life.

The second is that if someone reveals game-related information and extraordinary abilities, the world consciousness will be automatically corrected.

For example, if Lu Qingjia posted a post at this moment, looking for horror game players, the post would definitely become garbled in an instant.

Another example is Zhong Liyu, who used supernatural abilities in reality when he uprooted his family, but only his close relatives remembered it.

But Lu Qingjia knew that even if they were so guarded, players still had their own circles after reaching a certain level.

Otherwise, there will be no doctors or such information that he has long understood rules that are not within the scope of low-level players, because it is guaranteed that players cannot easily continue the grievances in the game in reality. While causing social unrest, there are also things they need to resist.

That's the gold player.

Gold-hunting players, as the name suggests, are players who regard the game as a gold nugget. Ordinary people are involved in a life-and-death horror game, and they are prone to collapse and go mad at the risk of life-threatening life.

But there are people who are content with ordinary people, and naturally there are also desperados who look down on life and death and pursue interests.

There is a rule in the game. If you are bumped into by an outsider on the way into the game, that is, in just two seconds, then this person will also be pulled into the game, spend a dungeon as a bystander, and then choose whether to become a player.

If Lu Qingjia's uncle was willing, he could turn him into a player by putting Lu Qingjia next to him when he entered the dungeon.

In fact, Lu Qingjia also pleaded with his uncle countless times, but in the end he refused.

The result is that he is reluctant to let his nephew take risks, step into this endless world, and finally die in the sinister heart.

This method is the third method to become a player in addition to the normal screening mechanism and the conversion of quotas.

In reality, most of the gold-hunting players are also desperados. They know each other, draw each other, and bring each other into the game world, and even form a huge dark force.

Like the previous cleaners, strictly speaking, they are not gold players, because gold players have their own organizations, but in the same way, it is impossible for these people to gain power without trampling on the actual legal rules.

Therefore, under the guidance of the game, another type of hunter player who specializes in hunting for gold players to maintain the stability of reality came into being.

Generally, in the intermediate field, after screening many mediocrities, the existence of gold players will be conspicuous. The game tasks are not only teamwork, but there are many hidden tasks to get rid of gold players while clearing customs.

Of course, this goes a bit far. In short, since those wicked people can easily sign up for the group, it is naturally impossible for ordinary players to not have a channel to sign up for the group.

As long as there are a few major premises, one is that the players are in the same world, and the other is that the joint code cannot be agreed upon in the game - it will be forgotten or cannot be published after the negotiation.

So when Lu Qingjia said goodbye to the female player she was very optimistic about, she didn't make any hints, but directly asked someone to make the plot of the last dungeon into a work.

Among them, the principle of the hospital formation was left without explanation, and the setting that the hair was controlled by red silk was also removed. If people who knew these two points came to the door, then they would be the former players.

I just hope that the other party is in the same reality as him. If you are unlucky, another doctor player will see it without gain.

After finalizing the matter with his old classmates, Lu Qingjia prepared to draw the script and set composition overnight, as well as the design of those bugs and beauty serum.

When I was about to get busy, I saw a news on the page suddenly detonated the Internet—

[Super human traffickers were arrested, and the number of crimes committed this month was as high as 25.]

Just reading the title makes people feel creepy. It's only less than half of this month. It is conceivable how many families have been destroyed by this trafficker and how many people are still in hell.

Lu Qingjia clicked on the news, and sure enough, he saw a face with smashed eyes, kind eyes and a smile, which made it hard to be vigilant. It was the cleaner.

Because she was a vicious player killed by Lu Qingjia, her real information was not kept secret. Even before Lu Qingjia watched the news, she still remembered this face.

The news reports that the police have been tracking a number of missing persons cases this afternoon finally made major progress this afternoon. The suspect Wang xx accidentally fell from a height while evading pursuit, and was punctured by an exposed iron sheet on the construction site. And the throat, after being sent to the hospital, the rescue failed and died.

Wang xx's husband and his son were also arrested at the same time. A large amount of criminal evidence was found in the home, as well as three infants and young children who had not yet been 'shipped'.

According to the suspect's previous 'shipping' records, the police have notified various places to rescue the victim and are conducting further interrogation.

As soon as this news came out, the whole country was naturally shocked. There were all kinds of scolding on the Internet.

However, Lu Qingjia noticed the way of death broadcasted above, but unfortunately no photos were available, but according to the description, the way of death should be as close as possible to the way he died after killing the other party.

Thinking of the scene on the day my uncle died, he vomited blood for no reason, and the result of the autopsy was that his internal organs were ruptured.

Lu Qingjia grabbed the mouse tightly, but he forgot to tighten his grip. The mouse was crushed like a handful of potato chips in his hand.

Lu Qingjia regained her composure, glanced at the plastic scraps in her hand, shook her head, and went downstairs to the lobby to find a new mouse.

And Southeast Asia, which is thousands of miles away, is still that beautiful seaside manor.

At this time, the servants in the manor walked cautiously, because the owner of the house was very powerful, and the work atmosphere left over, even if the young master seemed to talk well, as long as the wife was not there, the atmosphere in the manor would not be too active.

In the afternoon, the eldest young master went out for a trip, and it didn't take long for him to come back and he looked like this, looking like the expression that the master had when he cleaned the inside of the family.

The servants clenched the soles of their feet even more, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Zhong Liyu had been standing on his balcony for hours, with his arms on the stone railing, watching the sun sink into the sea.

When the sun completely disappeared, all the lights in the manor were turned on, and the man was still standing there motionless.

No one knew why, and no one dared to ask.

Not long after, a red sports car drove in all the way and stopped at the gate of the mansion.

A beautiful woman in a suspender dress came down from above, with wavy curly hair, flaming red lips, fair and delicate skin, and a hot and sexy figure. She looked less than thirty, but she had a mellow and wine-like temperament.

When she got out of the car, the servants in the manor saw that she was obviously not so tense, and came to the parking lot to ask for warmth.

Uncle Zheng greeted him with a smile, and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, are you back? Have you eaten yet? The kitchen has stewed your favorite soup."

"Have you eaten, has Aye eaten?" asked the beautiful lady, Zhong Ye's mother, Ms. An.

Uncle Zheng said: "No, I started to be in a daze when I came back from a trip in the afternoon, and I must have been dumped."

Ms. An: "Why do I hear you gloat?"

"No, no! It's not that the child is too old, should he be allowed to deal with emotional disputes himself?" Uncle Zheng said quickly: "Speaking of tomorrow, there will be a prison football game, and family members can go in and visit. I performed a lot in front of me, but after practicing hard for a long time, the position has been reserved, sister-in-law, see you tomorrow—"

"Let's talk about it, let's see if any sisters invite me for tea tomorrow."

Uncle Zheng's face was twisted, feeling desolate for his boss, but now the situation is stronger than people, so he has to be careful—

Big brother, brother did his best.

Ms. An went upstairs and went straight to Zhong Liyu's room. Seeing that her son was standing there, it almost became part of the railing, and she probably guessed what was going on.

Her eyes fell to the bed, and there was a coat casually still on it, surrounded by scattered photos.

She picked it up, flipped through them one by one, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh! Isn't this Jiajia?"

When Zhong Liyu heard the words, he finally stopped being a stone sculpture, and hurried in to grab a photo.

As a result, he was turned around and avoided: "Why are you robbing? I'll take a look. At most two copies, one for computer collection, one for mobile phone as a screen saver, and I don't want yours."

Zhong Liyu couldn't hear it well: "No, can you change your face-seeing problem? You will not let go of your son's former partner."

Ms. An sighed: "If I could change, I wouldn't have been fooled by your father."

"Then look at my dad."

"What's so good about a dead old man?" Ms. An snorted coldly, "I heard that there are still many women who send him love letters and chocolates every week."

When he was young, Father Zhong was a handsome guy with soft legs. Now he is in his fifties. Because he takes good care of himself and has eaten the leftovers of the skin care products his wife got from his son, he looks in his early thirties.

Standing with Zhong Liyu is like a brother, not like a father and son. When he was thrown into prison, for a godfather of his level, natural news reports spread all over the world.

Countless women fell in love with him at first sight when they saw his photos in the newspaper, and he has won the title of the most handsome prisoner in the world for three consecutive years.

Every week, there are love letters and gifts from all over the world, in all countries, races and languages.

However, behind this seemingly beautiful scene, how can anyone understand the desolation of a middle-aged man who is neglected by his wife and pricked by an unfilial son every day

Ms. An watched while scanning the photos with her mobile phone, and waved her son away: "Oh, don't block the light, it's not clear anymore."

He said with admiration: "Sure enough, every point of Jiajia is based on my aesthetics. If he had been born more than 20 years earlier, there would be nothing to do with your father. This doctor's gown, the ascetic Jiajia is even more charming. ."

Assuming that the picture was too beautiful, Zhong Liyu didn't dare to look at it, so he quickly grabbed the photo back: "You can do it, my dad doesn't like him so much, and you are also responsible."

"Do you blame me for being stingy?" Ms. An rolled her eyes, and then said with great interest, "Speaking of which, I haven't been back to China for several years. I'll book a ticket to go back to China tomorrow and have a date with Jiajia by the way."

"Jiajia has good taste and is more patient than you idiots. I can't wait to see him."

"But I just heard Uncle Zheng explain my dad's prison football game tomorrow?"

"Is it important?"

"That's true—no, the key is what is it that you suddenly ran over?" Zhong Liyu's expression became gloomy and his tone became sarcastic: "You want to see others, but they don't want to see you."

Ms. An paused, looking at her son's sad eyes, and suddenly felt a little sad. Her son's life has been smooth sailing, when has he suffered such grievances

As a mother, she felt that it was necessary to try her best to enlighten him and use her mother's love to ease his pain.

So Ms. An slapped her son's face with a slap, showing a look of trash: "Then why are you still paralyzed at home? Why are you so embarrassed to come back without anyone chasing it back?"

Zhong Liyu held the half of his face that was slapped, and looked at the stepmother in front of him with an unbelievable expression.

Ms. An said cruelly: "Get out, I don't have such a useless thing as you in my house."

"Mom, are you my mother?"

Ms. An sneered: "Stop doing this shit, my mother doesn't know you? You are a virtuous idiot like your father."

"What did your first sentence tell Jiajia?"

"I said I forgave him." Zhong Liyu wanted to fool him, but when his own mother got serious, it was no exaggeration that Sherlock Holmes was alive, so he had to be honest.

Ms. An laughed as soon as she heard it, and slapped her again: "Forgive me, I'll ask you to forgive me! The good ones are not inherited, just inherit your father's idiot."

Zhong Liyu was beaten by his stepmother and became more and more at a loss.

Ms. An said, "Remember when I almost cut off half of your dad's ear?"

Zhong Liyu nodded.

"Remember when I broke your dad's head with an ashtray?"

Zhong Liyu nodded.

"Remember when he came back from a party and got a lipstick mark on his collar, and I broke his leg, right?"

Zhong Liyu nodded, sweating profusely.

"What did your father do then?"

"I kneel down and beg your forgiveness after the injury is healed." Zhong Liyu said, "But this—"

"What is this? This is a good attitude to seek reconciliation. Are you opening your mouth to find fault or seek reconciliation? The result?"

Ms. An sat down and held his hand: "I may not have said it before, but I am very grateful to Jiajia."

Seeing the loose expression on her son's face, Ms. An smiled bitterly: "You are actually very similar to your father, although your father listens to me in everything he looks at, he will never compromise on what I really want. ."

"I'm afraid, he is too ambitious. I'm afraid that one day I will receive news that he died outside at home, and he will retire and my son will inherit his father's business. As long as I live, I will be afraid for a day."

"It's very good now, what should be closed, what should be scattered, those properties should be gone, and the money that came from not clean is also released as compensation. Since I know what he does, it has never happened in the past 20 years. When it's so easy."

Ms. An touched her son's face: "I want you to grow up safely, so I sent you abroad, but the more you grow up, the more uneasy I feel. I know why your father invited you back."

"But I didn't expect my son to be so capable. Jia Jia believes in you more than I do, and I thank him for everything he does, no matter what his purpose is."

It was the first time that Zhong Liyu had a candid talk with his mother about the past. If he had received her mother's opinion before going to that person, he would have been delighted, right

But now-

Zhong Liyu smiled mockingly: "It's too late to say anything now."

"The sincerity that I hold up time and time again is not for him to play with. I also have self-esteem in Zhong Liyu. Since he has abandoned me like a shoe, then remember today, and I will look at him again in the future. , I'm - what are you doing, mom?"

While talking, Zhong Liyu saw that his stepmother gathered up the photos on the table, walked to the balcony, and threw the stack of photos downstairs.

Just as Uncle Zheng passed by, he saw a piece of paper falling from the sky. He picked it up curiously and looked at it. When he saw the face inside that he would never forget, his face suddenly turned hideous.

He shouted: "Who threw it? Clean it up for me, throw it in the trash can and burn it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure fell from the sky and snatched the photo from his hand like a hungry tiger rushing to eat: "Mine!"

I've been stuck on rocks all afternoon, and now I've picked up the photos with agility and speed, but when I look back, I see the closed door.

Upstairs, Ms. An waved at him: "Take care of yourself outside. If you are hungry, eat cold, and put on clothes, don't let mother worry."

The author has something to say:

puff! The green brother who was just dumped and kicked out of the house.

For Zhong's father, he wanted to eat 67+ meat, but for Zhong's mother, Jiajia pierced the window paper at the beginning, but it was a good start.