48 Hours a Day

Everyone has a secret. Zhang Heng did not ask how Shen Xixi got that little scale. What kind of deal did he make with Justitia, the goddess of justice, that night? Shen Xixi was also very tacit. He did not ask how Zhang Heng knew where Yogurt and 1810 were meeting.

Both she and Black Swan followed Zhang Heng here to appear at a critical moment and stop one, no, it should be two tragedies.

Zhang Heng now has two Class B props alone, after some of the Grand Guild's absolute executives, but his biggest secret is still out for 24 hours. In Shen Xixi's view, Zhang Heng spent the whole night with her investigating the kidnapping of yogurt, but in fact, after midnight, Zhang Heng left Shen Dongxing's apartment and used the tracking techniques learned in the copy of the deduction method to find two people. After that, Zhang Heng did not busy kidnapping people, but quietly implanted the Trojan horse program for listening and positioning on Yogurt and Shen Dongxing's phone.

If 1810 comes and admits this result, then the investigation of this matter is over. If 1810 doesn't admit it, Zhang Hengxing can also find Yogurt and Shen Dongxing soon.

Anyway, the last thing was resolved successfully, but the price was 1810. When the team broke up, Black Swan hinted at Zhang Heng. If Zhang Heng was willing to play with her, something might happen between the two of them, but Zhang Heng refused.

Zhang Heng hasn't had much idea of forming a team since the beginning of the game. Although the difficulty of proxy war copies has increased, he can handle it all by himself for now.

In addition to that, Zhang Heng is looking for the 1810 to get to the end.

The latter did not pay enough points, plus [Illusion of Death] had been exposed, and eventually decided to credit Zhang Heng with this C-level item with one remaining use.

Zhang Heng considered it and agreed to the deal. [Illusion of Death] This kind of prop is quite special. It's not bad as a baseboard card, but it also has certain limitations. Once people know the characteristics, it's basically obsolete. However, Zhang Heng doesn't care. A copy can be used. In reality, he doesn't expect to escape by fake death or anything.

In this way, in just one night, he got three props, especially the last one in the Shadow series. Zhang Heng said goodbye to Black Swan and Shen Xixi and then went nowhere else. He went directly to the game point and found the bartender lady.

“Ha, you really put this together, it's quite efficient.” The bartender lady saw the back of the four props on the table.

“You said that when I found them all, I could inherit some of the original master's power from them.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Yes, that's right, but I told you it had to be tested in some way.” The bartender lady picked up the [shadow spoon] as she said, "You have one more use of this thing, and the new one you got, once you decide to inherit the power, whether it succeeds or not, they can no longer be used. ”

“I know, but it's okay. ”

[Spoon of Shadow] and [Foot of Shadow] are both E and F grade props. They are of limited value and have all been used. [Spoon of Shadow] has only been used once. Zhang Heng has considered it or decided not to wait. After all, there are already many messy props on him, but only one pair of hands.

By contrast, game props are already overflowing, and each copy must first consider what to take, which is as painful as thinking every morning about what to eat and wear, rather than switching to something similar to the agent's intelligence.

“Since you don't have a problem with that," said the bartender, "when are you going to take the test? ”

“Do you need any prerequisite rituals? ”

“The ceremony is certainly necessary, but it's simple, and you can do it now if you want. ”

“Let's do it now.” Zhang Hengdao.

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It took less than a minute for the bartender lady to do all the prep work. Zhang Heng looked at it and felt that she was no different than usual when mixing alcohol. She just replaced the ingredients used in mixing alcohol with strange ingredients, including lizard tails, mouse skulls and other things. They were all smashed together in a broken wall machine and then wrapped in suspicious tobacco rolls by the bartender into a homemade cigar.

Zhang Hengyang raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, I know it looks a bit traditional, but there's no way, those old guys ate it, and there were Mayans and Indians smoking tobacco long before BC, and they believed they could communicate with the gods, and this formula was left behind by the Mayans.” Don't underestimate this, "said the bartender lady," it's not easy to gather raw materials in modern society, so whether it succeeds or not, you pay me 50 game points. ”

“What am I going to do?” Zhang Heng picked up the cigar.

“Just bring those four props with you, preferably in contact with your body, and then light the cigar. By the way, do you have any other props on you? Put them with me first, otherwise they may interfere with communication, especially some of the ones left behind by the powerful presence. The original owner of this shadow series should be exasperated for some time and not leave much power, and you better not expect too much. ”

“Hmm?”

The bartender lady thought about it and decided to explain, “Similar props, if the original owner still exists, it is almost impossible to get the full set, after all, if not for special reasons, no one wants to part of their power out, because part of their power means accelerating their decline, you as an agent should also know this, so the set you get should belong to some very ancient existence. ”

Zhang Heng nodded, according to the bartender's lady, all the props on her body were temporarily stored at the game point, then the tray legs were finished on the card holder, the four props were placed on the legs, on the skin. After all this last night, he lit the cigar and took a deep inhale.

Taste… not as disgusting and strange as he thought, and even a strange smell after mixing.

The Mayan sacrifice does not seem to be an unacceptable profession either.

Zhang Hengzhi took a small sip, then took two more big sips, and the white smoke rose in front of him, but strangely, it didn't diffuse around him, but circled around him and became thicker and thicker.

Zhang Heng is also in a half-dream and half-wake state. He has forgotten his time and where he is. When that cigar is finished, the smoke will dissipate itself.

Zhang Heng looked at the scene, but frowned.