life copy game.

Chapter 38 In order to complete the task
【How (Ander)】

[Privilege Level: Ordinary Player]

[Physical fitness: 15 (13) (10 for ordinary people in the dungeon world, 5 for ordinary people in the main world)]

[Skill: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (Soul Binding) (Class E)]

[Mechanical modification: none]

[Martial Arts: Entraining Qi into the Body (Level F) (Unusable)]

[Character Abilities: Basic Firearms Proficiency, Entraining Qi into the Body (No Level)]

Chao Yi's level has been upgraded from F level to E level, and his exhausted mental and physical strength are gradually recovering. Maybe this is the effect of the mysterious potion he drank?Chao Yi absorbed the power of that potion, which not only made up for the lost part of He Ao's life, but also produced a promotion.

"How do you know that potion works for me?"

He Ao turned off the attribute panel, leaned against the wall, and asked softly.

"Ok?"

The little boy was lifting the metal-wrapped test tube at the moment, looking at the empty inner wall, and shaking it a few times, he seemed unable to figure out how He Ao sucked the contents so clean.

"I don't know," he turned his head and put the silver test tube in his pocket, "but I see that you want it very much, so I will feed it to you."

"Well, it looks like I'm lucky,"

He Ao laughed. At this time, he had recovered some strength. He put his hand in his pocket and fumbled out a toy pistol. After so many things, this gun was still lying safely in his pocket. He put the gun Handed it back to the little boy, "I'll give it back to you, as your reward for saving me."

This little boy is the little boy who exchanged a toy gun for Ho Ao's hot dog at the entrance of the Crown Casino.

"You are not enough, you have to pay more."

The little boy took the pistol, opened the magazine skillfully, and found that the last plastic bullet in it was gone, his expression was a little frustrated, but he didn't say anything, but retracted the magazine, and put the pistol in his toy police car superior.

Only then did He Ao realize that the toy pistol and the toy police car were a pair.

He reached out and pressed the red button on the toy police car, and a piercing alarm bell sounded.

Hearing the alarm bell, He Ao instantly understood the logic of the incident.

The little boy frightens the dancing girl away by pretending to be the police with the alarm bell of the toy car, and then feeds him the potion in the silver test tube, which saves his life.

It was similar to what he had guessed when he first woke up.

When he woke up, he saw not Smith but a little boy beside him, so he probably guessed that it was the little boy who saved him.

Although it seemed like a mistake, but judging from the result, He Ao's life was indeed saved.

"Don't press it indiscriminately!" The little boy hurriedly knocked off his hand, and pressed it again to stop the alarm bell. "The battery is very expensive, and..."

"And what?"

He Ao was a little curious.

At the same time as his voice fell, hurried footsteps came suddenly in the dark night, a disheveled homeless man wearing a worn-out leather jacket rushed out, he glanced around, saw the little boy, and hurriedly rushed come over.

"I said who has been making noise here in the middle of the night, so it's you, a little brat."

As he walked over, he made a gesture to fight.

The little boy subconsciously hugged the toy car and curled up into a ball.

boom--

With the crisp sound of gunshots, the fast-moving bullets hit the concrete floor in front of the homeless man, splashing several pieces of cement.

The homeless man who was aggressive just now froze in place.

"roll."

He Ao put down the gun and said calmly.

This is an ordinary gun, and the Gauss gun was strapped to his waist.

"Go away, go away."

The homeless man immediately shrank back, nodded and rolled back into the darkness.

It's not that this guy didn't hear the sound of He Ao fighting with the dancing girl, he was just afraid of the power of the battle, and he stayed in the corner and didn't dare to come out.

The loud noise of the battle can't disturb him, how can the alarm bell of the toy car disturb him.

It's just bullying.

This guy may not have come out without the idea of ​​testing He Ao's fighting power. If He Ao loses the ability to resist, not only the little boy will be beaten, but all valuables on He Ao's body will be looted.

The reason why he didn't rush out at the beginning was probably because he was frightened by the sound of the battle just now.

He Ao slowly put away the gun in his hand, and as he put the gun away, the little boy's eyes followed his hand.

"Are you a policeman?"

the boy asked tentatively.

"That's right." He Ao thought for a while, the investigator is also equivalent to a special policeman in the dungeon world in a sense, he looked at the little boy's toy police car, "Do you want to be a policeman?"

The little boy glanced at the toy car in his hand, shook his head, "I don't want to."

Howard stared at him with a smile.

"Just a little bit, look at the prestige," the little boy pursed his mouth, he looked at He Ao, and changed the subject, "Will someone come to rescue you later? Will there be an ambulance? I heard that the ambulance is very fast. It’s expensive, but it’s very powerful, and it can save a dying person by lifting it up.”

"Who did you hear?"

He Ao stood up with difficulty, and staggered towards the briefcase.

"My Father."

The little boy reached out to support him, watching his movements curiously.

"Where's your dad?"

He Ao walked forward step by step.

"Dead," the little boy replied calmly, "couldn't call an ambulance, and died."

Then he circled around He Ao, "You still haven't answered me if you have an ambulance?"

He Ao paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward, "I don't have an ambulance."

"Can't you afford to call an ambulance?"

The little boy was a little puzzled.

"Well," He Ao nodded slightly, and he walked to the briefcase and squatted down, "The ambulance is too expensive, more than 1000 federal currency per trip."

"It's so expensive." The little boy seemed to know the price of an ambulance for the first time. He counted with his fingers, "The big fried chicken drumsticks cost one federal currency, and more than 1000 federal currency can buy more than 1000 fried chicken drumsticks!"

His eyes were wide open, and shock was written all over his small face.

"Ah."

He Ao opened the briefcase, and there was a tablet computer in it, which had been smashed by scattered rubble, and three pens were scattered out. ink.

Paper is rarely used in the dungeon world. School teaching is generally completed with high-precision pressure-sensitive electronic paper, and social communication is all handed over to electronic documents. The reduced demand has also increased the price of paper and books.

But the paper industry has not disappeared. Human beings' acceptance of knowledge in paper books is better than that of electronic paper in some cases.

So private elite schools and some universities still use paper. For example, the private school that Ender attended when he was a child uses paper books for teaching.

In addition, some social elites and ancient families still use paper to inherit some documents, or use paper to write, so the use of paper has become a symbol of "upper class" in a sense.

From the briefcase, notebooks, pens, and ink can be found, which proves that this man's social status is not low.

He Ao didn't know what the man came to see the dancing girl for, but he searched around and couldn't find anything else.

"Are you looking for a book?" The little boy looked at He Ao's movements suspiciously. He tilted his head, then ran a few steps, and waved to He Ao, "Follow me."

He Ao looked at him suspiciously, then picked up his notebook, pen, and ink, and followed him into the depths of the building.

Along the way they passed a burning fire, and many homeless men gathered together to keep warm. These homeless men stared at them like hungry beasts.

Then He Ao silently raised the gun in his hand, and these homeless people slowly turned their eyes back.

After passing through several such fires, the little boy finally brought Heo to the destination.

This looks like a small warehouse room, locked by a big iron lock. The lock and the door have been smashed. There is a small window for ventilation next to the door. It is so small that an adult can barely fit a head in it. go in.

The glass of the window has been smashed, He Ao looked inside through the window, the warehouse is not big, and it is empty inside, only a worn coat and some bulging small bags can be seen.

"You wait."

The little boy put the toy on the ground, turned it into the window skillfully, and rummaged in a bag. After a while, he took out two books from it, ran over and dangled through the window, "What you are looking for is this ?"

He Ao took a closer look and found that they were two textbooks for the lower grades of elementary school. He nodded, "It's this one!"

The little boy hugged the book triumphantly and turned over the window, He Ao reached out to catch him.

While catching him, He Ao looked into the window, "You live here?"

"Correct!"

The little boy patted his clothes and handed the book to He Ao.

"Then you traveled so far to the Crown Casino?"

He Ao borrowed the book and asked casually.

"Gamblers over there will be very generous when they win, and there are some small shops that specialize in the business of gamblers who have lost everything. It is very cheap to buy food in those shops, and it doesn't cost me to take the bus."

The little boy said very tactfully that his height was only about one meter, and the pay line of the Chenxi City bus was 1.1 meters.

He Ao flipped through the books given to him by the little boy. Both books were very new and seemed to be rarely turned. He was a little curious, "Where did you get such a new book?"

"Someone came to distribute bread before, and I distributed it together. I saw that it was good for starting a fire, so I took it.

They stopped posting later, and changed to teaching writing, only accepting children, listening to a class and receiving a bread, a bunch of weirdos.

But they give enough bread, and it’s delicious, and they reward toys when they learn well, I quite like them.”

The boy rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "It's just that they didn't come here frequently. At first, they came once a week, then once a week, and now they don't come once a month or two."

He Ao turned the book to the back and saw a line of text printed on the back, [Chenxi Homeless Children Aid Association, donation hotline: 010****375]
"Probably out of money."

He put the book away casually.

"By the way, what are you doing with those books?" The boy looked at He Ao suspiciously, "Do you want to go to school too?"

"No." He Ao shook his head, clicked on the character panel again, looked at (Ender) behind his name, "in order to complete the task."

This task has finally come to the final stage.

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