crow
[It's the bombing of this laboratory.]
He Ruge was stunned when he saw the crow's words, and doubted that he was dazzled.
… fried, fried
The stacks of weapons and energy bombs in the staff quarters prove that the Ravens are not kidding. But how did the crow get so many weapons
crow
[Do you want to go with me?]
[The crow who recovered his memory is full of resentment towards the laboratory of the Xinghai Orphanage. The defection of the golden python became the fuse, which made the crow make a desperate decision to take revenge. Before the action, he invited you. Your options are:
A. Join the Ravens
B. Mingzhe protects himself]
Although He Ruge was very moved by Crow's proposal, this Spicy Chicken Lab, Spicy Chicken Orphanage, should have been bombed long ago, but this action seems to have no return. He is not alone, he also has a little white tiger and a elf. Soft, if he farts with the crow, what will the little white tiger do
He Ruge finally rejected this exciting action.
The crow took a deep breath of the cigarette, coughed a few times uncomfortably, threw it away, and smashed the cigarette butt into the trash can with precision. He jumped off the energy cannon and loaded all the weapons on himself, on his arms, back, legs and even his head.
The crow, who was transformed into a weapon fort, carried a large-scale energy cannon, and his back was broken by the tragic and solemn figure of a hero who had never returned. He was as silent as before, but he was no longer like a ghost traveling in the dark. No ghost would be so murderous and heroic.
The crow kicked open the door and waved to He Ruge without looking back.
He opened the cages of all the experimental subjects on the negative second floor, and asked those experimental subjects who were about to successfully merge if they would like to blow up the negative third floor laboratory with him.
The iron cage of the little white tiger was also opened.
The little white tiger squatted on the ground and looked at the crow for a long time, watching the more and more experimental subjects gathered in a row behind the crow, he snorted softly, instead of joining the revenge team, he turned his head and ran towards He Ruge.
He Ruge held the little white tiger and stood at the end of the corridor looking at the crows that were gradually receding. The last scene he saw of the crow was the pitch-black insect wings that had torn open his clothes slowly opening.
Intense sirens sounded throughout the orphanage, the roar of the explosion drowned out everything, and half of the corridor on the negative second floor almost collapsed.
…
Crow is dead.
The experimental subjects who followed the crow were also dead. They dragged the demons of minus three layers to hell, but unlike those demons who had lost their conscience, each of them had worm wings, so they could fly all the time, from hell to heaven.
[The crow blew up the laboratory on the third floor and personally admitted that the Golden Python escaped was related to him. It was he who opened the door to the passage of the carriage and let the Golden Python destroy the top floor. You are cleared of suspicion and are safe.]
He Ruge didn't see the crow dying, but the narration of the game allowed him to make up everything.
... Crow, is really a person who repays kindness and revenge. He said that the laboratory was bombed, and before he died, he did not forget to help him get rid of the suspicion.
He Ruge pushed the frame of the mirror, the soreness piled up in his chest, he knew that he should be happy for the crow. For people like the crow who clearly do what they say, it is the best ending to report their grievances on the spot. If he was allowed to endure, he would not be happy even if he survived.
But He Ruge felt uncomfortable and didn't want to continue the game. He looked at the time and found that it was very late. He Ruge turned off the game. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
I was in a panic, like I was holding my breath. He Ruge simply got up, walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked at the starry sky.
Can a person really become a star when he dies? Will the dead meet on the stars? So on which star are the dead crow and the golden python
It was obviously just a game, but He Ruge felt that all the NPCs in it were real, and it was not good to play the game too much, which made him panic.
Since you can't sleep, write it!
Sexy author, late night codeword. After He Ruge entered V, he has been increasing day by day. Although he spends a lot of time coding every day, he still has not saved many manuscripts.
At 1500 per hour, it actually takes eight or nine hours per day. He Ruge is not a coding machine. Continuous coding will give him the illusion that his brain is empty.
Everyday life is a little white tiger except for code words, but this book will be completed in two months according to his daily progress. After the end, he wants to give himself a vacation.
When he thought of Little White Tiger, He Ruge remembered the screenshot he had given to Little White Tiger in the game. He found the screenshot and used it as the background of the coding software. In this way, when he was writing, it was like a little white tiger accompanying him.
Looking at the background of the code word interface, He Ruge felt warm in his heart. He could finally find a word to describe the smile of the little white tiger, and that was healing.
He hoped that the little white tiger could laugh so happily every day.
When He Ruge logged into the game the next day, because of the crow's action yesterday, there were only a dozen surviving experimental subjects, but the room on the negative second floor had been repaired. Because of the crow's departure, He Ruge was responsible for feeding all the experimental subjects.
After He Ruge entered room 214, he found that the little rabbit's body was gone, and it should have been cleaned up as garbage. He Ruge was inexplicably unhappy. He opened his backpack and looked at the soft sleeping on the pokeball for several times, and then he felt that his mood had improved again.
He Ruge clicked to feed, and the little white tiger finished drinking the nutrient solution in one fell swoop. After he finished drinking, he looked beside him subconsciously, as if the bunny was still there.
In fact, the little white tiger and the little rabbit will eat faster than anyone else. The little secret in this game, He Ruge, was discovered very early. He Ruge has always felt that this game is very real and delicate. As long as you observe carefully, even if you watch the pictures of the cubs drinking milk, you can find the little easter eggs.
But at this moment, when He Ruge saw the appearance of the little white tiger turning back subconsciously, the little easter egg he had found was smashed open, the eggshell shattered, revealing a small knife, which made He Ruge feel distressed.
The little white tiger stiffened for a moment, then turned his head nonchalantly.
It would be great if I could show the pokeball to the little white tiger. He Ruge clicked on the pixie ball in the backpack and wanted to move the pokeball to the little white tiger, but it was useless, and the little white tiger couldn't seem to see it. props.
He lay quietly on the cotton nest, his ears drooping, he didn't have much energy, and he looked like a pitiful little man who needed someone to comfort him.
He Ruge quickly clicked [Touch Head].
Every time he touched the little head of the little white tiger, the grayness in his blue eyes peeled off a layer.
number 20
[Aw "very warm and comfortable"]
[The mood on the 20th gradually improved]
[Roar ~ "Touch your back too"]
He Ruge: "...!"
Is this coquettish begging to be touched? Is it? It must be!
In my lifetime, I can actually see the little white tiger taking the initiative to touch the picture, I really wanted to perform a burst of tears on the spot, He Ruge clicked [touch the back] excitedly.
The palm touched the back of the little white tiger. Because of the insect wings, many places on the back could not be touched. The little white tiger was obviously not very happy.
number 20
[Aw "Wings are really annoying"]
[Look at you on the 20th]
[… Ow, do you really like insect wings? 』]
The originally unhappy little white tiger was a little more cautious at this moment, just like a little hedgehog going to school, he sat on the seat uneasy, for fear that his thorns would stab at the same table.
He Ruge couldn't help but sighed.
My little white tiger, how can I tell you, let you understand, let you believe that you are the cutest kitten in the world, and I like everything about you
Because this is a game, He Ruge expressed his attitude in the way of a game. He clicked [Touch the Wings], and under the pretense of calmness of the little white tiger, he gently touched the silver-white insect wings.
This is a very gentle touch, as if the insect wings are regarded as precious fragile items, and every move is full of treasures that are overflowing.
number 20
[…]
[No. 20 did not speak for a long time]
[No. 20's tense body begins to relax]
[… oh, “Apart from the tip of the wing, other parts of the wing… I also allow you to touch it”]
He Ruge almost shed the tears of his old father, as if his son who had been rebellious for many years was finally willing to be close to him, even if it was just awkward to call his father, it would make him tearful.
Too soft, too cute, is such a cute little white tiger real? He Ruge was about to float away. It was his only remaining rationality that prevented him from clicking on a series of death options such as [Suck Belly].
I haven't checked Little White Tiger's favorability for a long time, so He Ruge clicked on Little White Tiger's status.
[Love]: Maybe you like a friend, maybe you like a lover, maybe you like a family member, you are the existence of the 20th who can't let go, the favorability is 93
[Unawakened]: No one has found out that No. 20 is a little monster, except you
Even though He Ruge was already mentally prepared, he was still a little surprised to see Little White Tiger's favorability. He always felt that it was so easy for games to send favorability points now, which was such an unscientific thing as a pie in the sky.
… but he is indeed more fortunate now.
He Ruge, who had turned into a European, began to think about the possibility of a pie falling from the sky. He remembered that he still had five unopened Pink Gacha, and today was a new day, and he could harvest new rare items.
He Ruge clicked on the pink gashapon lottery, and after the red stripes on his legs glowed and warmed, two warm and rare items were available.
[Name]: Pain reducer
[Quality]: Rare
[Evaluation]: If you turn yourself into a robot, will you be able to adjust various values of your body? Then adjust the pain to a minimum and zero! In this way, I am a brave baby who is not afraid of injections~Hey? Robots don't seem to feel pain...
[Name]: Super Mini Energy Cannon
[Quality]: Rare
[Evaluation]: Have you never seen such a small energy cannon? You can put it in your pocket~ But it's not a kid's toy, bang bang bang - it's a killing weapon~
[Restriction]: Only three energy bombs
He Ruge was silent.
He has been playing this shitty game for a while, so he found some regularities. For example, every time the props drawn from the Pink Gacha are used up before they are warmed up in his backpack.
A pain reliever, an energy cannon. What kind of shit are you trying to make out of this spicy chicken game? Are you going to force him to fight? !
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Raven: Let's bomb the lab together
He Ruge: Sorry, I'm a family man
Xi Guican: Are you an old man? (suddenly excited)
He Ruge: The cub is waiting for me at home