attack stream of life

"Please sign a contract with me..."

While sleeping drowsily, Qing Chuan seemed to see a burning red flame, no, to be more precise, it was a transparent red ball, the edges jumped like water and flames.It is obviously a cute little thing, but the whole painting style is sad and gloomy.

"Please sign a contract with me..."

Xiao Hongtuan said the same words over and over again, obviously still in the same tone, and became more and more hesitant and sad as she went to the back, like the last vine that was about to break in the hands of a person who has fallen off a cliff, eagerly and anxiously. despair.

It's so strange, how could I dream of such a strange thing... Qing Chuan rubbed his swollen and painful temples, his high fever reached 39 degrees, he received injections and took medicine, but his condition was still not very good.A few trusted friends happened to be traveling, and my sister was in another city. With more than 100 mobile phone contacts, I couldn't find anyone who I could trust completely.

"Please sign a contract with me..."

Does this strange red dumpling know anything else?

Qing Chuan seemed to see it shrinking into a ball in fear and despair, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, and patted it lightly, "Okay, that's fine."

As soon as the words fell, Qing Chuan only saw it swell, his eyes were red, and he lost consciousness.

"Well...it hurts..."

Qing Chuan woke up in pain, his wrist was sore and swollen as if it was burning.But when he really regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the wooden floor.This is a small room, five or six square meters at most, but there is a small bed, a small cabinet, and a pair of tables and chairs. The things are crowded and messy, and there is no space under the bed.

He couldn't help but look at his wrist, a slender wrist, with a small triangular imprint on the inside, golden red attached to the snow-white skin, like a burning flame.

"Ah ah--"

His head ached violently, worse than the rib fracture he had suffered, and many images floated through his mind intermittently, like small beads, finally strung together to form all the memories of a stranger.This huge amount of memory is like a tank of water forced into a can, Qing Chuan fell to the ground and moaned, he felt that his brain was going to burst.

It took a long time for the pain to dissipate, Qing Chuan lay on the ground panting heavily, sweat dripped from his forehead, almost wet the floor below.

Two different memories are fighting and intertwined in the body, as if different personalities are at war, Qing Chuan's eyes sometimes become very painful, full of anger and resentment, and sometimes become very tough and peaceful.

In the end, it was Qingchuan's memory that firmly held the upper hand, insisting on his own existence in the storm, his painfully distorted face gradually calmed down, and the memory belonging to another person was suppressed in the deepest part, only as a supplement and supplement.

"Artisan system?"

Qing Chuan looked at the triangular mark on his wrist, which was the main reason for his appearance here.This small triangle was originally just a piece of triangular-shaped red agate, the origin is not complicated, it was bought casually from a street stall, and I don't usually wear it, I just remember that there is such a thing.

If it is a bad thing, it is not, but it has to complete the task if it does not want to run out of energy and dissipate, and there are many rewards for completing the task, and it also has a disguised form of immortality.But the problem is that Qingchuan himself does not have such a need. Although his parents are dead, he still has a sister and a niece, and there is no lack of family and friendship.My job is a writer of criminal detective novels. I have published three novels and eight novelettes, one of which was adapted into a mobile game. My annual income is decent. I also have an office building under my name. I can earn over a million yuan a year without doing anything. income.

So he doesn't have any urgent idea of ​​changing his destiny, the system is purely a touch.

He is now being bought and sold by force, and he doesn't know how his sister over there will react when he sees his body that died suddenly. Fortunately, he has already made a will early on, and has made arrangements for his death.

Probably sensing Qingchuan’s current dissatisfaction, the triangle imprint warmed up to show its presence, and then floated in mid-air: Wo is really useful, once you log in every day, you can get one point, and three points can buy a three-jin Heavy Australian dragon~ and your favorite Atlantic salmon, hairy crab, sea bass...

The system reported a bunch of seafood, and Qing Chuan only thought in his heart, "What you said, I only need a takeaway phone. And I can turn on the air conditioner to eat hot pot in summer, turn on the heating to eat ice cream in winter, and report to a travel agency to travel all over the world. Wear whatever you want, cut whatever hairstyle you want, use the hair dryer in the bathroom as you like, and turn on the computer to own the whole world. These days, even an emperor can’t live as happy as me, right?”

"In addition to the basic materials for food and clothing, there is also a virtual classroom. There are masters who teach skills. The skills learned in each world are forever. And, think about it, rounding up we are immortal." The triangle imprint trembled , jumped out from the wrist, turned into a round little fireball and began to speak.

"Heh, let's not talk about anything else. I almost forgot who I am with the influx of other people's memories just now. Do I have to come here every time I travel through time?"

"...No, no, it won't happen after a few more times." The triangle imprint was particularly guilty, and the voice behind it was slightly higher, "Besides, this process is a process of condensing the soul. The most intuitive feeling is that the memory has improved. , don't you think the memory in your brain is particularly clear now?"

"The main task is to become a first-class craftsman, with master-level craftsmanship, a reputation that is admired by thousands of people, and well-known throughout the country. There are distinct classes in this world. Where are the workers? They are lower than farmers, poorer than businessmen, and admired by thousands of people?! The whole country famous?!"

"You can look at this issue separately. To become a first-class craftsman with master-level craftsmanship is a requirement for technology. Thousands of people admire and be famous all over the country. This is a requirement for your own reputation. But! There is no mandatory rule that reputation must come from the craftsman. Come up with your status. Otherwise, you can take the imperial examination first, become a generation of bigwigs, and develop craftsman skills along the way?"

Qingchuan: ...

"And oh, this is the host's first world. It serves as a screening function. It's like a company interview. The school is divided into elite classes. It will be a little more difficult, but it won't be so difficult in the future. You can fish for three days and two days. Posting on the net, I am the most host-conscious dove in the system."

As soon as the system made sophistry, Qing Chuan gritted his teeth and finally suppressed his anger, "Okay, the matter has come to an end, it's useless to say more. From now on, we will be a community of interests. Although it is a bit unfriendly at first, since we have the same interests, we can continue to cooperate happily if we want to." Before that, how about we tell the truth? For example, what will happen if the task is not completed? How many systems of the same type are there in a world? If we encounter them, do we have the power to protect ourselves? "

"I didn't complete the main task, I don't have enough points, you will die here, and I fell asleep again, because I lack energy, I may dissipate when I fall asleep, and then be recycled by the main brain for reuse. So let's finish playing together. The side task is unknown. As for the systems produced by the same factory, there are generally no more than two worlds in one world. Each person's choice in a split second can generate 100 million possibilities, and there are 100 million derivative worlds, plus the world formed by various literature, film and television works and various legends... ...There are so many worlds, how can we encounter them? It is possible to encounter systems produced by black factories. You can tell at a glance, what kind of strategy system, green hat system, and murder system, just look at it and destroy the three views. Life-like systems, don't go head-to-head with them, hahaha..."

The smaller the fireball shakes, the smaller it is.

Qing Chuan understood it, which means that they are both war scum, so don't bother, and stay away when you see them.

"Last question, why me?"

"Coincidentally."

"Coincidentally?" Qing Chuan raised his eyebrows high, and he looked at his wrist in disbelief, isn't it because he is talented, smart, cute, personable and charming?

"The energy is not enough, if you don't stimulate it, you will have to wait for death, and you are the only one nearby who is suitable... Actually, I found several before, but they didn't agree to me even when I was sleepy. Only you are more... kind."

There was a suspicious pause just now, right?In fact, I thought he was the only one who was stupid, right?

Qing Chuan didn't want to say anything in an instant, he climbed onto the small wooden bed, just wanting to be alone.

The time of self-isolation did not last long, and hunger woke him up.

Qing Chuan walked out from the small house leaning on the wall, outside... the bare walls refer to this kind of house, the burned house has not been repaired, and it still looks black, after half a year of wind and rain, it is even more dilapidated.The yard is not small, and there are some filtered mud, the reddish-brown mud is like bean paste being brewed, and there are some moderately hard mud bricks that are drying on the ground.

The original owner has been an apprentice with the master since he was seven years old. This master has mediocre skills and can't teach much. He really didn't teach for a long time. Instead, he used it for many years as a free laborer.These days, wanting to learn something is like this, the most difficult thing is to be an apprentice, and the master wants to work as an apprentice, but does not want to teach the real skills, but also wants to be famous, which is also very contradictory.

However, the master passed away last year, and these apprentices were forced to become teachers. The original owner had been making mud and mud bricks there for so many years. 'Yes, but the craftsmanship is not good enough, and I haven't made any money yet.The widowed mother didn't say anything, but the eldest brother and sister-in-law in the family were very disgusted when they saw him eating rice at home.

I don't blame them, the family hasn't separated yet, the father died early, the original owner has always been raised by his elder brothers, and there is a third generation in the past few years, the expenditure is increasing day by day, the original owner finally learned to be a teacher, but he doesn't make money It's normal for them to be unhappy.

At the end of last year, the third elder brother in the family got married, but he married into the coffin shop in the town. In general, the elder brother inherited the old house and most of the land as the eldest son, and the second elder brother took the cattle and the remaining land.Since the original owner was going to be a craftsman, he didn't take the land, but collected money, which was more than 80 taels, which is a big number in the countryside.

The original owner was too high-spirited and felt that the small place was delaying him, so he took the money and went to the provincial capital to find his cousin. His cousin was working in the provincial government office. He was a head catcher, and he could talk to some officials. He was a relative. One of the top-notch ones.The most important thing is that the object of the original owner's betrothal is the cousin of the uncle's family. He is planning to snatch the board and lodging of the future father-in-law. It would be even better if he could marry naked.

But this matter is not what he wants. In the case of the original owner, it doesn't matter what he wants.You can even have a serious job, but you end up with nothing, not to mention the bleak future, and you can’t rely on your ancestors, no house, no savings.With such conditions, no one who has no brains can marry his daughter casually, and this cousin also thinks so.

His cousin confiscated him, and the young man lived at home, which was inconvenient even for unmarried couples.The inn cost ten copper coins a day, and he couldn't afford it, so he didn't go back. Instead, he asked an intermediary to introduce him to a house with a very low price that burned people to death, which is the current one.The location is relatively remote, plus a family of five died inside, and almost everything inside was burned, even if it was almost an acre in size, it only cost 70 taels of silver.

My cousin is not young, she is sixteen, and I can't wait for a few years. My cousin said that if he can find a decent job in the city within half a year, even if the money for one month is enough for food, he is willing to marry his daughter.

This condition was not harsh, and the original owner knew it himself, so he went to find a job.It's not easy to work in the city. You have to learn for three years to wash dishes in the back kitchen. Even coolies on the docks think he is thin and small, and there are full staff for jobs like pouring Yexiang.The original owner had learned how to make mud bricks in a few years, but the clay artisans in the city were also doing small businesses, so they couldn't hire one person to make mud bricks, let alone apprentices who didn't spend money.He searched and searched, but he couldn't find it, so he could only live on his laurels.

The original owner's side was not going well, the house was leaking in the rain all night, and there was someone prying the corner of the wall on the other side.He is also a yamen servant, a younger generation that my cousin is very optimistic about. He is still very strong and conforms to the mainstream aesthetics of the people at the bottom. He is a year older than his cousin, and he is more considerate and understands women.

Compared with assets, he is a local family with a house and a car. Compared with work, he is a grassroots civil servant. Compared with looks, he is stronger, taller and more secure.

The result is obvious. I haven’t arrived in half a year, my fiancée is gone, and the price of goods in the provincial capital is high, and I don’t have a job. I only have 80 taels of the 15 taels around me.He was so angry that he went back to his hometown, but no one comforted him, and he was laughed at by his brother and sister-in-law. He didn't feel the warmth of the family at all.The original owner was only [-] years old, in the second year of middle school, and when he got emotional, he swallowed gold...not real gold, which he couldn't swallow, but a piece of copper.

"Is the brass still in the stomach?"

"No, I took it out earlier."

"Oh." Qing Chuan relaxed a little, he went to the temporary kitchen to search, basically there was nothing left.There was a little porridge left yesterday, and the weather turned sour overnight.The aborigines don't care if it's rotten or not. Food is precious, but Qingchuan is not good. He is used to the abundance and cheap materials of modern times, and he refuses to eat them if the taste changes slightly.

Helpless, I had no choice but to open the mall in the system and search for it. There are many unprocessed and rough-processed ingredients in it, and the price is very low. One point can buy ten catties of white rice.Now, with only a lone login point, he bought ten catties of white rice, and was in a hurry to burn firewood to cook porridge.

It takes some time to cook the porridge. Qing Chuan was idle, so he stretched out his hand to grab a piece of soft mud. While chatting with the system, he pinched the mud lump in his hand, three times and five times, but within a few minutes, the water in the pot was still not boiled. , he squeezed a vivid longan goldfish, and the system was stunned.

"You! You?"

"My university is a sculpture major. I get the first-class scholarship every year, and I have won several awards." Qingchuan picked out a piece of bamboo to hook fish scales, and said casually, "At that time, the professor thought that my talent was not enough. That’s right, if you want to recruit apprentices, you can point me to the surgery department of the medical school and watch other people’s anatomy. It’s better to be able to get started and understand the mechanism of bones and muscles carefully. I spent two years in the medical school and paid I found a gentle, considerate, beautiful and coquettish girlfriend, oh, what a winner in life."

"What about your girlfriend?" The system was very curious.

"She's gone." Qing Chuan sighed sadly, feeling depressed.

"Sorry." The system said.

"Oh, it's okay. Because of the extremely bad nature of serial killings, she was sentenced to death. I was the one who sent her in." Qing Chuan was so calm that he killed the system's next comforting words in the bud, "Thanks to my sincerity, people just Thinking of dissecting me as a specimen, don’t you think it’s too much? I’m really a little scared of such a perfect girl.”

System: "..." I don't understand you humans very well.

"However, after this incident, I suddenly became very interested in criminal investigation. After graduation, I didn't continue my major. Instead, I became an Internet writer specializing in cases. The teacher was super disappointed hahaha."

While speaking, Qing Chuan had already pinched the goldfish in his hand, but a simple piece of bamboo in his hand was comparable to a bunch of delicate utensils. The pinched little goldfish flicked its tail and opened its mouth slightly, as if it was going to become alive at any moment roam.But he didn't seem to be satisfied. He looked at it, frowned, and squeezed it straight away.

"It's too rough."