The Trial Game of Life

When they came to the courier shop again, they were still greeted by the 80-[-]-year-old old man with cloudy eyes, who asked for a courier fee of one point.

Tang Cuo is now a big money with [-] points in his pocket, so naturally he would not be stingy with this small point, but he looked at his express package and still didn't pay for it.

"Who gave you roses? Did you fall in love before you came here?" Jin Cheng's teasing voice rang in his ears. Tang Cuo looked over and saw him leaning on the shelf with folded arms, smiling, but the voice was inexplicable It's cold.

"I'm not in love," Tang Cuo said.

"That means someone has a crush on you." Jin Cheng said, picked up the bouquet of roses and checked carefully, but he didn't find any cards or anything like that.But it's true, who writes a greeting card for the dead.

Tang Cuo felt that these were not flowers sent to him by his crush, because there were other down-to-earth things in the package besides flowers.Such as money, fruit, and a pot of beef bone soup.

Opening the lid of the pot, a familiar scent wafted out, and Tang Cuo instantly knew the source of it—Da Li's wife.

Da Li is Tang Cuo's comrade-in-arms. He mentioned when he reunited with Jin Cheng that Da Li married his childhood sweetheart girlfriend two years ago.Marriage means a new beginning. After Da Li retired from the army, he returned to his hometown to start a small business. Although his life was dull, it was not bad.

Tang Cuo also met him once after he changed his career to become a detective. He didn't know why Tang Cuo suddenly became a third-rate detective. Seeing that Tang Cuo was alone, he also invited Tang Cuo to his city.

Tang Cuo refused, and in that brief meeting, what impressed him most was the pot of soup on the table.

Da Li has always been a down-to-earth person. He remembered that Tang Cuo liked to drink that soup, so he brought a pot of soup to his grave.He remembered that Tang Cuo said he liked red roses, so he gave him another bouquet of red roses.

But Tang Cuo was actually lying to him. Only a person like Da Li who can't bend his mind would believe such a lie full of mistakes and omissions.

"Speaking of which, when I first arrived in Eternal Night City, I also received a bouquet of roses." Jin Cheng suddenly remembered the past, with a trace of sigh in his tone, but he noticed Tang Cuo's expression from the corner of his eye.

"Oh." Tang Cuo responded indifferently.

Gee.

Jin Cheng lost his temper.

This petty temper continued until the two returned to East Cross Street. Before entering the house, Jin Cheng couldn't help but said, "Are you sure that someone really doesn't have a crush on you? It's making soup and sending flowers. I'm going to be moved." .”

Tang Cuo strode in, then turned around, "This is from Da Li. Do you want to drink the soup, or I will close the door if you don't."

Jin Cheng raised his eyebrows, was stunned for three seconds, and then said firmly, "Drink."

The two brought takeaways on the way back, and it was a hearty dinner with soup.But while drinking the soup, Jin Cheng still couldn't help muttering, "What's wrong with Da Li, it's fine if I give you soup, why do you want to send you roses?"

Tang Cuo: "Can you stop mentioning roses?"

"Why?" Jin Cheng suddenly approached, his handsome face magnified infinitely in front of Tang Cuo, causing Tang Cuo to subconsciously lean back on the back of the chair.He simply put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Jin Cheng in this posture.

This person is really a bit weird today.

"It was a misunderstanding. Da Li thought I liked roses, so he sent them." He explained.

"Can you still have such a misunderstanding?"

"Why can't there be?"

"So you don't like roses?"

"I don't hate it either."

Jin Cheng finally stopped asking, and he leisurely raised his legs and continued to drink soup.When the dinner was over, he picked up the bouquet of roses and said, "Since you don't like roses very much, why don't you give them to me?"

Tang Cuo: "As you wish."

Jin Cheng just took the flowers away.

Back next door, he put the flowers in glass bottles bought from the supermarket and put them on the table.But after a while, he felt that the flower was an eyesore again, so he moved it to the floor at the end of the bed, out of sight.

Another 10 minutes passed.

He thought it was Da Li's wish anyway, and moved the flowers back to the table.Going back and forth like this three times, Jin Cheng got tired, so he simply took out the rope for props and hung the flowers outside the window——

Let everyone enjoy it together, such fresh and beautiful flowers should not be kept private.

A good night's dream.

Eight hours of sleep passed, and when Tang Cuo woke up, looking at the night outside the window, he had completely lost the concept of time.He simply washed up, splashed cold water on his face, and when he stroked the hair on his forehead and looked up at the mirror, he remembered the dream from last night.

He dreamed of his time in the barracks.

What color is the time in the barracks?I think it should be the color of camouflage, with tears and sweat, and fearless hard work and struggle.But last night's dream was rose-colored, the color of youth and restless hormones.

After calming down a little, Tang Cuo walked to the window and looked out, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a brilliant red from the corner of his eye, and turned his head to look—what is wrong with Jin Cheng, why did he hang the roses outside the window?

Just at this moment, the window next door opened, and Jin Cheng poked his head out while brushing his teeth, and asked, "What's for breakfast?"

Tang Cuo was expressionless, "Oatmeal."

Jin Cheng: "Why don't you have a pot of health-preserving porridge."

Tang Cuoli ignored him, closed the curtains in a snap, opened the door and left without looking back, intending to eat hot and sour noodles alone outside East Cross Street.

Hearing the movement next door, Jin Cheng knew that the little bastard would definitely run away, but it didn't matter - his health pot could be scheduled, so he might not be able to drink it.

On the other side, Tang Cuo, who went out to look for food alone, got the hot and sour noodles as he wished.

The hot and sour noodles are sold by an aunt with a face of good fortune. When she entered Eternal Night City just in time for the annual civil service exam, she thought that she had never studied and had no chance at all. Fan's unique skill was admitted.

According to what she told Tang Cuo, she hadn't played a single dungeon, and she was simply another son of the raven besides Ouhuang.

"Young man, why did you come here? Tell auntie, don't look at auntie making hot and sour noodles every day, but auntie has met many people, so maybe she can give you some advice." In addition to selling hot and sour noodles, auntie As a fan, the only joy in life is chatting with people.But the players in Eternal Night City were either driven to collapse and despair by the dungeon, or they were indifferent and numb, and few of them could really listen to her.

Tang Cuo is a good boy, he looks like a serious, kind boy, and my aunt likes this.

But in front of such a son of the raven, how could Tang Cuo have the nerve to say that he is a player with negative points and a contender for blacklist strength?Aunt may not be able to accept such a contrast.

"I'm just an ordinary player." Tang Cuo said.

"Hey, why are players not players?" The aunt suddenly became sad, "I have been in this F area for many years, and I look forward to seeing my old man again every day, but think about it, it is better not to see him. Not seeing means that he may Still alive, good to be alive, my little grandson is in elementary school now."

Tang Cuo was silent, just listening.

Finally, he asked: "Auntie, how long is your construction period?"

The aunt replied casually: "There are still ten years left."

Ten years is really long.

After eating hot and sour noodles, Tang Cuo was not in a hurry to go back. He planned to go to the training ground to have a look.These training grounds are specially set up for players, because players have a variety of skills, some of which are powerful, and it is difficult to deploy them in their own small rooms. Even gunsmiths also need special shooting ranges.

Tang Cuo wanted to test the compatibility of magic and Judgment Sword. It would be best if there was a large space with good concealment.

The training ground in Area F is near the central area. There is only a small reception at the entrance, which looks inconspicuous.The front desk at the reception is also a human NPC. After Tang Cuo explained the specific requirements to him, he pressed a few times on the console full of light screens, looked up and said——

"509, sir, three o'clock every hour. Just go in and the system will automatically deduct the money."

Hearing the price, Tang Cuo finally had an overall impression of the prices in Eternal Night City, and finally came to the conclusion that the stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker.

If you want to clear the dungeon to get more points, you must become stronger.

But if you want to become stronger, you have to add points, you have to buy medicine, and you have to train, and all three of these need points, and they are expensive.Where do the points come from?copy.

It's a cycle.

Most of the players in Evernight City are ordinary people who didn't even know how to fight.This is not a place where you can awaken your powers just by coming in. If you want to become stronger, you can only work hard on your own.

Relying on Tang Cuo's outstanding fighting power in the crowd, and a powerful partner like Jin Cheng, he has only accumulated fifty points so far.If he didn't have the one hundred points allocated to him by Jin Cheng, what training would he rely on?What do you rely on to buy medicine?It is impossible for him to give up adding points, not to mention that he has to pay for it every month.

Worst of all, someone might not get a courier from the world.If you don't have money, you have to spend points, and if you don't have enough points, you go to work in places like taverns.I have to download a copy while working part-time, and my life is suffering in pain, and I can't ask for death.

Perhaps for them, dying in the dungeon is also a relief.

However, systematic surveillance is everywhere. If one is judged to be passive in order to survive, or even considered to be seeking death on his own, will there be other punishments?

At this time, the front desk asked again: "Sir, VIP members can get a [-]% discount, can I apply for a card?"

Tang Cuo was interrupted and looked at the front desk expressionlessly.The front desk continued to smile, and the two stared at each other. After a few seconds, the front desk continued to ask: "Do you want to apply for a card? Now you can enjoy the card—"

Tang Cuo: "No."

He turned directly and walked towards the glass elevator in the office. The elevator went down. There were thirteen floors in total, and 509 was on the fifth basement floor.

When the elevator opened, two more people came to the office, greeted the front desk familiarly, and followed Tang Cuo into the elevator.

They go to the fourth floor.

Most of the players in Eternal Night City don't have the habit of greeting strangers, and they stand on both sides of the elevator on guard, ignoring each other.But after a few seconds, the two seemed to recognize Tang Cuo.

One of them secretly pushed the other, and the other retreated. After a few seconds, both of them turned their heads together, "Tang, Brother Tang."

Tang Cuo: "..."

Isn't the chopper gang gone?Why did he still enjoy the treatment of the gang boss?

At this time, the fourth floor arrived, and the two nodded at Tang Cuo, and then flew away from the elevator.Tang Cuo didn't say a word, and the whole process was cold, which perfectly fit the personality of the gang boss.

He thought, this must be Jin Cheng's fault.

Soon, the fifth floor arrived.

The underground training ground is magnificent, and you can see open rings on each floor from the glass elevator.Going down layer by layer, different people and different faces are releasing their primitive fighting instincts here.

Like a Colosseum.

Tang Cuo walked out calmly, away from the public area, and came to the private training room.The training rooms here are all closed single rooms. He successfully found 509, and when he opened the door to enter, the system prompt sound was triggered without any accident, telling him to start timing.

Because it was his first time here, Tang Cuo didn't inform Jin Cheng, so he only planned to experience it for an hour.

Today's experience project: Fireball.

Tang Cuo has the garbage small fireball technique rewarded by the system, as well as the elementary fireball technique obtained by learning magic. As a man who is on par with the fireball technique, of course he still has to start with the fireball technique.

This fireball technique had to be paired with the Judgment Sword, because Tang Cuo didn't have a staff.

What is a staff?

Tang Cuo thought it was just a conductor.

In the final analysis, magic is spawned by the magician's own spiritual power and the magic power condensed in the body, and then guided out through a medium.

Roger Reid's conductor is a cane, and Aesop's conductor is a black umbrella, which proves that this conductor is not limited to conventional wooden staffs, so as long as Tang Cuo guides the magic power to the Judgment Sword, theoretically speaking, he can cast a spell.

But Tang Cuo tried several times, but it didn't work. Could it be that his posture for casting spells was wrong?

Tang Cuo simply sat down cross-legged, put the Judgment Sword on his knees, and carefully sensed the flow of magic power.