48 Hours a Day

After resolving the matter of Sphinx, Zhang Heng found a little yellow bike and rode back to school.

There's no way, whether it's a subway or a taxi, it's embarrassing to stop when you encounter it, especially the subway, which feels the worst when locked in the trunk while driving, and his polo isn't around.

Therefore, Zhang Heng can only choose this low-carbon, environmentally friendly means of transport, which contributes a small part of his own power to combat urban pollution.

There are a lot fewer vehicles and pedestrians on the streets in the morning, because of the stillness, the street lamp projects the light column on the ground, like an upcoming stage play, Zhang Hengshuo is in there, like a constantly changing actor on the stage.

In fact, in recent times, his life has been similar to that of an actor, because the time on his body bugs his playing time tends to be several times that of others, and each round of replicas is more like a period of his life, from the deserted island of Doe, to the distant Caribbean Sea, to the hazy London of the nineteenth century and the bloody Kyoto of the end of the curtain, where he plays different roles in different replicas.

To this day, all the copies of the game he's been through have even exceeded his own age.

Therefore, Zhang Heng sometimes opens his eyes in bed and has a momentary trance. He doesn't know where he is or where he will go on his next journey.

He is an astronaut for NASA, a pirate king for Nassau, an extraordinary guest of the future world, and a traveler to Kyoto… Miss Bartender once said that experience and learning make us who we are today. Though less than a year has passed since he joined this magical and mysterious game, he is now two completely different people than he was a year ago.

These changes are not just a series of higher-level skills that he's showing in the skill bar right now, or those bizarre and useful game props, but a conversation between self-growth and deep into the soul.

Every round of replicas, every choice, brings him closer to who he really is.

Only now this true self makes Zhang Heng feel more and more strange.

The bicycle parked in front of a stationery store. Zhang Heng saw his reflection on the glass door. A few months ago, he discovered the change in his face. Although it did not look any different from the previous one, if you look carefully, you will still find a feeling of discomfort. At that time, it was not too obvious. Until Zhang Heng's observation took a new step after a copy of the interpretive method, he can finally see where this discomfort came from.

His skin, his five officials, his eyebrows and his hair are all the same, and the only thing is getting scarcer and scarcer - emotions.

Zhang Heng once spoke briefly with Shen Xixi. As the in-depth players of the game will begin to differentiate, under the threat of death, the constraints imposed on them by civilized society will be lifted a little, releasing their nature and gradually seeing the desire of the bottom of their hearts. However, what Zhang Heng sees in the process is a mist, a mist with nothing.

And behind that mist there seemed to be something waiting for him, calling him.

It's like the end of every story.

Rather than telling Zhang Heng that he should stop walking and not move forward, however, he is not alert to anything after the mist. Instead, there is an unknown sense of intimacy, like going home.

Zhang Heng knew that his trip to Greenland must be on the agenda early.

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Upon returning to school, Zhang Hengxian took a cold bath in an empty bathroom, then went to the gym for daily training, then took a break and read a book in the library, until time began to flow again. He came to the parking lot, sorted out the props in the trunk and drove to the bartender's lady.

“These props are arc of light on the guys right? I remember this flashlight. I just checked it out a while ago. Looks like you got a good harvest that night.” The bartender lady twitched.

“How many gamepoints are these things worth? ”

“There is a Class C item in it, it's very valuable. If you get an auction at the auction, you can probably sell 2,000 to 3,000 game points, but if you mortgage, you can only count 1,600 points, and the others add up to about 7,800 points, which is roughly 167 points short. ”

Zhang Heng now has 1000 points on his body. In addition, he also killed a team before because of Han Lu's affairs. The obtained props were temporarily placed with Fan Mei Man, which should be enough if counted.

“The last six or seven hundred points will take a while.” Zhang Hengdao.

“No problem, the casting knife will take about a month, you can pay the balance when the knife is cast.” The bartender lady is a rare good speaker this time, probably because she didn't make the money herself.

“Thanks.” Zhang Hengdao, intending to leave the game point, heard the bartender lady giggle again, “Don't rush off, now that you're here, have a drink. ”

Speaking of which, she blended a glass of wine at the fastest possible speed, and this time she blew a pure martini instead of messing around.

Zhang Heng sat down in front of the bar, "You look in a good mood. Have you been happy lately? ”

“Well, sort of.” The bartender lady smiled cunningly, "Did I ever tell you that I was actually waiting for someone, and lately I got word that that person was coming back. ”

“What man, your fiancé?” Zhang Heng took a sip of Martini.

“He is much more important than my fiancé," Zhang Heng was the first time she saw such fanaticism in the eyes of a bartender lady. Her whole person was no different from those little girls on the Internet who were obsessed with chasing stars and were already sick. Her face was full of fascination, full of admirable tones, “he was my master, my faith, and the meaning of my existence. ”

“Sounds like a big shot... is he the owner behind this game?” Zhang Heng guessed.

“No, he's not interested in games or anything, he's coming for real, which is why I worship him so much.” The bartender lady said.

“That's a pretty cool guy,” Zhang Heng estimated that the bartender lady should not be a human being, but at least a level of existence with Tang Weird and Einstein. Since the other party didn't want to say it in detail, Zhang Heng didn't ask, he drank the martini in his hand, wiped his mouth, and put an empty cup on the table. "In that case, good luck. ”

“Good luck, too.” Miss Bartender, “I got word that the proxy war was about to start in half a month at the most, and your showtime was coming. ”