Feast of villains

Chapter 4 4. Yuan Hua is not as miserable as I am...

Class Nine occupies a large area, about two and a half football fields, surrounded by high stone walls.

The iron-cast black gate has an indestructible momentum, and a tall banyan tree faces you when you enter the gate.Standing at the root of the tree and looking up, the dark branches and leaves almost cover the sky, which is a bit gloomy.

Nance came back at nine in the morning, just in time for work.

The door to the guard's room was open, and a bald man of sixty was inside.Seeing Nance coming in, he waved his hands in front of his eyes and said hello: "Good morning, head of the section, you are in great shape, and you only wear a shirt in snowy days."

"..."

Nance smiled politely.

"I think back then, I was like you..."

While reminiscing about the past, the doorman wiped the air with his hands like wiping glass in front of his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Nance asked suspiciously.

"I'm a second-generation host. I haven't had time to renew my membership. All kinds of junk advertisements popped up early this morning..." The doorman continued to wipe the glass, cursing incessantly: "Alpha Company Those who rushed to the street must have secretly lowered the performance of the second-generation mainframe, and wanted us old customers to upgrade to the third-generation mainframe. The mainframe is already expensive, and the system service fee has to be charged extra, shovel..."

It was only then that Nance realized that the movement of the uncle cleaning the glass was to remove the advertisement pop-up window of the electronic brain.

In this technologically advanced society, all human organs can be mechanically prosthetic.The second-generation electronic brain installed by the uncle is a personal terminal that allows the consciousness to connect to the network wirelessly and experience the thrill of immersive surfing.

This thing sounds cool, Nance put himself into the uncle's perspective and imagined a high-tech life.

Under the monitoring of big data, when I wake up early in the morning, an advertisement page of [XX Smart Household Maid] pops up in front of my eyes; when I go to brush my teeth, an advertisement of [XX Dental Clinic] pops up; ]; when paying public food at night, when you have more energy but not enough energy, the advertisement of [XX Mechanical Booster] pops up thoughtfully.

24-hour immersive advertising bombardment.

Don't want to be bombed?
Recharge as a member or upgrade the terminal, cute.

Capitalists are really good at making money.

Nance would not install any electronic brain if he was killed.

Let’s not talk about the privacy issue that everything you think will be exposed in the database of a big company after you pretend it. The act of digging out a piece of your brain and stuffing a piece of metal into it is still too advanced for him, an old antique in the 21st century. .

But the Conscious Link Network sounds quite attractive.

Flesh is bitter and weak, machinery soars!

It would be great if there was a way to connect directly to the Internet without stuffing things into my head... Nance was dreaming his first daydream in this world, and waved to the uncle: "Master, wipe it slowly, I Go back to the office first."

"Chairman, wait, here is an advertisement for a blind date company, do I need to forward the webpage to you?"

"If there is a rich woman, please push it to me." Nance put his hands in his empty pockets, shrunk his neck and walked into the administration.

"The section chief's handsome face is shining like a firefly in the dark. It must be very attractive to the rich lady..."

The doorman was flattering and wiping the glass, and his movements suddenly stopped.

strangeness……

On weekdays, the little Pujie who wanted to shit and always carried the majesty of the class leader, how could he be so polite to himself today...

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Entering from the gate, there are two three-storey concrete buildings on both sides of the road, with the equipment building on the left and the comprehensive building on the right.

This kind of square building with many windows looks like a prison.

At the end of the cement road is a three-story reinforced concrete building, which is an office building.

The middle area is a tennis court and a basketball court. Two buildings connected by overhead corridors are located at the back, which are the staff dormitory and the familiar building.

The equipment and site are complete enough, but most of the buildings are covered with a layer of dry moss, and the walls are peeling off in pieces.

The green belt is overgrown with weeds, the paint on the rest bench is peeled off, the fountain pool has long since dried up, and the entire ninth class looks weird and cold.

Looking at the dilapidated scene in front of him and thinking about his poor room, it was hard for Nance not to think that the class funds had been embezzled.

Before going to work in the office, he went back to the dormitory and found a thick coat to put on.

The ever-burning lamp on the alcove was still on, and the faint light reflected the outline of the six-winged and four-headed god statue.

Is it an angel?

Nance leaned over curiously, pulled off the white cloth, and planned to take a closer look.

As a result, just as the white cloth was torn off, it seemed that a light or something shot out, directly burning his eyes.

"what--"

The severe pain made Nance burst into tears.

"What are you doing—"

"It's not that you don't have clothes on, why don't you let people see..."

From last night to now, the grievance accumulated in Nance's heart finally broke out. He opened his eyes and roared out of evil: "You think I'm a devil, right? If you have the ability, you can kill me!"

"——what about angels, come out and see if I can do it!!!"

After a hey, the gloom in his heart eased a little, and Nance felt a lot more comfortable.

But immediately after, there was a roar from the statue, and the holy golden light suddenly bloomed, which contained palpitating power.

"?"

A fiery electric light flashed, descending like a punishment from heaven, and blasted straight towards his forehead.

Nance shrank his head.

Lightning blasted against the wall behind him.

There was an explosion and gravel splashed, and Nance collapsed on the ground, staring dumbfounded at the cracked wall.

"Mom, are you so clever? I'm just kidding... Brother, don't be angry! I'm going to work first, and I'll frame you a golden body later, no need to give it away!"

Nance hurriedly bowed to the god statue, then couldn't care about anything else, and fled in embarrassment with his head in his arms.

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Snowflakes dance lightly.

Nance was restless and restless.

He was not in the mood to go back to work for a while, and wandered around the yard aimlessly, letting the gray snow slowly pile up on his shoulders.

It's cold.

His heart is colder.

The attack of the idol just now made him have a very bad guess in his heart.

God will not act at will.

Unless... He felt the breath of the devil.

Turning on the terminal in his hand, Nance anxiously checked the relevant information on why he became the familiar.

Mosu is a reliable airborne virus. After being ingested by living things, it will enter the blood circulation system to hide.

In normal organisms, the concentration of magic element in the blood is around 1.0-1.5u/l, and this level will not affect the normal operation of the organism.But as long as the host has negative mood swings, they will divide and reproduce frantically, and then invade the entire organism.

When the magic element concentration reaches 5.0u/l, it has already reached the standard of becoming a familiar.

The consequences of becoming a familiar are severe.

This is actually quite understandable.

The magic essence spreading from the Dead Sea is dormant in the organism. When the host has more negative emotions related to the Seven Deadly Sins, the concentration of magic essence will be higher.The higher the concentration, the more abnormal the thing is.

No normal person would want to stay with a person whose heart is twisted and can get out of control at any time - lust may be an exception.

According to the opinions given by the parties on the Internet, Nance has a general understanding.

Becoming a familiar is almost equivalent to having "AIDS + drug abuse + dishonesty" marked on the ID card in 2022.

"...For this stack of buffs, it's better to just die and count the ball!"

Nance scowled.

Now he is like Yun who can only find melons in the melon fields under the moonlight. He is a poor person who suspects that he has a terminal illness but dare not take blood for verification.

He walked hesitantly, his feet were almost numb from the cold.

Before passing the office building, he saw a black wide-body car parked at the door.

Even if you don't know the car brands in this world for the time being, you can feel that this car must be very expensive just by looking at the exaggerated size.

Nance bypassed the car and was about to walk into the office building to get warm, but his heart stopped suddenly.

The fine snow was fluttering, and a group of serious-looking men in black and sunglasses appeared. They lined up to protect a woman with long pale pink hair and walked out of the building.

She is tall and plump, with a long black dress and red shawl, and silk gloves on her hands, exuding a strong queenly aura from head to toe.

"Queen, look..." The man in black with the umbrella pointed at Nance and said something to her.

The demon queen, who was so cold and noble that she couldn't look directly at her, turned her head slightly and glanced at Nance lightly.

In an instant.

Nance had a stress response.

That feeling, as if it was destined, I was chosen by her glance, and my soul left my body and floated above the surface for a moment.

There was an inexplicable deep meaning between the delicate eyebrows of the queen, and she nodded slightly towards him, as if to say "we will see you again soon".

After leaving a signal to Nance that she would retaliate, she got into the car surrounded by men in black and walked away.

Nance couldn't help but look back.

The black wide-body car rolls away with snowflakes, and the picture is cold and bleak, which is very suitable for playing "One Cut Plum".

But even Yuan Hua is not as miserable as I am... Nansi was extremely pessimistic, and his steps into the office building became extremely heavy.

(End of this chapter)