Master Swindler

The fat man chased after him panting, and found Lu Qingjia coming out of the bathroom alone.

Seeing him, greet him: "Let's go, go back."

The fat man looked inside, but he didn't see the figure of his brother's predecessor, and suddenly showed an indescribable expression——

"That's it? Just less than 5 minutes? That brother looks so energetic, he doesn't have enough kung fu."

Lu Qingjia slowly turned her head and glanced at the fat man: "Put you in the juicer, the juice will be yellow."

Then he snatched the other party's mobile phone: "I thought about it, I can't push the girl into the fire pit, so I should delete the number."

The fat man hurriedly yelled: "Hey! Come on, play around, don't make fun of girls."

It took a long time for Lu Qingjia to throw the phone back to him. The fat man didn't dare to joke around now.

But because of his slowness, it can be seen that the buddy is not in the right mood at the moment.

Last second, he was as hopeless as a ghost, but now he doesn't have the posture of avoiding the plague god, but he doesn't seem to be lucky to get rid of people.

The fat man looked at Lu Qingjia who was walking ahead, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, and didn't know how to comfort him. He struggled for a long time before he said: "Let's go on a roller coaster ride? Don't talk about the excitement, and you'll forget all your troubles after a ride. Like it?"

Lu Qingjia smiled: "Is there?"

"Yes!" Fatty recalled for him: "You used to pull me to sit for a while when I was in college."

Lu Qingjia recalled it, and said nonchalantly, "Oh, that's because you suffered from roller coaster PTSD after watching Reaper 3. I want to see you pee your pants in fright, and use it to fool you."

Fatty: "..."

"Did you fucking reveal another secret to persecute me just now? How many times have you done this kind of thing?"

Lu Qingjia: "It came suddenly, how can you let me finish the statistics in a while."

"Break off friendship, break off friendship today, I don't want your brother anymore."

"Didn't you call me daddy just now? Damn it."

The fat man almost cried out of anger, but between the gags, Lu Qingjia seemed less tense.

Although it was noisy, when Lu Qingjia wanted to go back in the evening, the fat man couldn't bear it anymore——

"Aren't you going to live in the city for a few days? My mother has cleaned up all the rooms. Let's go back after playing for a few more days. It's not that there are no employees in your store. You don't have to do everything yourself, right?"

Lu Qingjia: "Let's pass the time, and apologize to my aunt."

"Then you come up often."

Lu Qingjia nodded. Now that his face has been torn apart, he naturally has no scruples. In the future, he will not only go to the city, but as the game progresses, there may be many places to go.

After graduating from university, Lu Qingjia's contact with many classmates only existed online, and the frequency was not high. On the contrary, many girls who had a good time in the past came to him for emotional counseling from time to time.

But even so, he was clear about the whereabouts of his classmates after graduation.

After returning home, Lu Qingjia found an old classmate from the address book that she hadn't contacted for more than half a year, and knocked on the other party.

Whether that person was in college or now, his work is all related to Internet entertainment. At that time, he was a well-known up host on the Internet.

The main sections involved are film and television work editing and some original video or animation production.

After graduation, I got some investment and set up a studio, and now I am an Internet celebrity with more than [-] million fans on various platforms.

When he started his business, Lu Qingjia also lent him money, and he always remembered this favor.

After receiving Lu Qingjia's contact, there was an immediate reply [Yo!Old Lu, why do you think of me? 】

Lu Qingjia didn't beat around the bush [I want your help. 】

[You said you said, it's rare that there is a day when you need someone. 】The other party rubbed his hands, quite eager to try.

When Lu Qingjia was in college, he was the man of the school. He was handsome, had a good family background, and had a high EQ. Both men and women liked him.

It may be an exaggeration to say this, but at that time most people in the school were really proud to be friends with him.

After all, this buddy doesn't say he is excellent, but he is also righteous. As long as he is a friend he likes, he will definitely be fine in trouble, and his wrist is comfortable.

For example, he will never help you with a big fanfare, so that everyone can see the embarrassment of the recipient at that time, and he will not deliberately hint at his favor.

Now that they have been favored in the past few years, they have achieved their own achievements. After finally speaking to each other, they are naturally positive.

【If you want to entrust you to make a micro-movie or an animation, you can do it. The script is written by me, and the price is easy to negotiate. 】

【Hi!Why are we talking about this? 】

[One size is one size, I can order you around for nothing, but your employees have to eat, can you do all the work by yourself? 】

The other party didn't shirk anymore, and after finalizing the outline and rough budget with Lu Qingjia, they reported a cost price.

Lu Qingjia directly transferred double the money to him [In business, don't be too polite with me, I am not doing it for self-entertainment, and there are various promotions, I hope this work can be widely known within a certain period of time . 】

[This marketing effort, if the work is not good, will definitely offend ordinary netizens, so in terms of quality, you can find the top professional team in your circle, what you just gave is only a deposit, not enough for you to control me to add money at any time. 】

[Hiss, buddy, why did you suddenly think of doing this?Sure enough, you still know how to play. 】

The other party thought about the past two years, because Lao Lu didn't stay outside after graduation, but returned to his hometown to inherit the farmhouse. Many idiots who made two dollars in the past two years and then floated have a sense of superiority when they talk about it. The influential figures are nothing more than that, living in a corner without seeking to make progress, and guarding their inheritance to eat their laurels.

At the class reunion, it is ridiculous to show off the new car, the new girlfriend, and the hobby that burns money.

[Come on, write down the specific script and requirements. The core of your story is good. Although the theme is too dark to become mainstream, but if you do it well with a critical intention, coupled with reliable marketing, you can create a certain story. Fame is absolutely no problem. 】

[Don't worry, your name will definitely be prominently displayed by the producer and screenwriter. 】

Lu Qingjia over there said [No, I don’t need to write my name on the staff list, but you have to leave the contact information of the studio in a prominent place. 】

[Please ask someone to keep an eye on it for 24 hours. If someone sends a message like this, such as the principle of the hospital formation, or the use of red silk for hair control, then give me the contact information of the other party. 】

The other party flipped through the outline just now [There are no such settings in it? 】

[It’s just not, everything is what I want. 】

Lu Qingjia went offline when the opponent was confused. Horror games do not encourage players to sign up for groups, and it is almost impossible to find discussions about related games in reality.

The two most critical protection methods, one is that after the player leaves the game, the identity information of other players who cleared the level with him in the game will be blurred.

For example, Lu Qingjia now remembers everything about the previous dungeon, but only when recalling the player, the other party's appearance, clues about reality information, and even the name will become blurred.

Except for Zhong Liyu, because this guy is someone he has known in real life.

The second is that if someone reveals game-related information and extraordinary abilities, the world consciousness will be automatically corrected.

For example, if Lu Qingjia posts a post right now, looking for horror game players, the post will definitely become garbled in an instant.

Another example is that when Zhong Liyu uprooted his family, he used supernatural abilities in reality, but only his close relatives still remember, and the memory of others will be tampered with soon, and they will use their imaginary pictures to make logical self-consistent.

But Lu Qingjia knew that even with such a strict defense, players still have their own circles when they reach a certain level.

Otherwise, there will be no doctors or him who have long understood the rule information that does not belong to the category of low-level players, because it is guaranteed that players cannot easily continue the grievances in the game in reality, causing social turmoil, and there are also things they need to resist.

That is the goldfisher.

Gold players, as the name suggests, are players who use the game as a gold digger. Ordinary people are involved in a life-and-death horror game. In the risk of losing their lives all day long, they can easily collapse and go crazy.

But there are people who are content with being ordinary, and naturally there are also desperadoes who look down on life and death and pursue interests.

There is a rule in the game. If an outsider bumps into the game during the short two seconds, then this person will also be pulled into the game and go through a dungeon as a bystander before choosing whether to Become a player.

At the beginning, if Lu Qingjia's uncle was willing, he could be turned into a player by putting Lu Qingjia next to him when he entered the dungeon.

In fact, Lu Qingjia begged his uncle countless times, but he refused in the end.

The result is that he is not willing to let his nephew take risks, step into this endless world, and finally die in the sinister heart.

This method is the third method to become a player besides the normal screening mechanism and quota conversion operation.

Most of the goldfishing players are also desperadoes in reality. They know each other, attract each other, bring each other into the game world, and even form a huge dark force.

Strictly speaking, like the cleaners before, they are not considered goldfishers, because goldfishers have their own organizations, but in the same way, it is impossible for these people not to trample on the actual legal rules after gaining power.

Therefore, under the guidance of the game, another hunter player who specializes in hunting gold players to maintain the stability of reality came into being.

Generally, in the mid-level field, after sifting out many mediocre players, the existence of gold-seeking players becomes more prominent. The game tasks are not only teamwork, but there are many hidden tasks to get rid of gold-seeking players while clearing the level.

Of course, this is a bit far-fetched. In short, since those villains can easily report to the group, it is naturally impossible for ordinary players to have no channels to report to the group.

As long as there are a few major prerequisites, one is that the players are in the same world, and the other is that the code words cannot be agreed upon in the game-if they are discussed, they will be forgotten or cannot be published.

So when Lu Qingjia said goodbye to the female player he was very optimistic about, he didn't make any hints, but directly asked someone to make the plot of the previous dungeon into a work.

Among them, the principle of the hospital formation is left without explanation, and the setting that the hair is controlled by red silk has also been removed. If someone who knows these two points comes to the door, then it is probably the previous player.

He just hoped that the other party was in the same reality as him. If he was unlucky, another doctor player would be rewarded if he saw it.

After finalizing the matter with his old classmates, Lu Qingjia planned to draw the script and set composition overnight, as well as the design of the bugs and beauty serum. His drawing skills are not bad, so it is not difficult to restore it as much as possible.

Just as I was about to get busy, I saw a piece of news on the page that exploded on the Internet——

[Super human traffickers were arrested, and the number of crimes this month alone was as high as 25. 】

Just reading this title makes people feel creepy, and this month is only less than halfway through. It is conceivable how many families have been destroyed by this human trafficker, and how many people are still in hell.

Lu Qingjia clicked on the news, and sure enough, she saw a face with swollen eyes, kind brows and a smile, which made it hard for people to be vigilant. It was the cleaner.

Because she was an evil player killed by Lu Qingjia, her real information was not kept secret. Lu Qingjia still remembered this face even before watching the news.

According to the news, the multiple missing persons cases that the police have been tracking recently have finally made significant progress this afternoon. The suspect Wang xx accidentally fell from a height while avoiding pursuit, and was punctured by an exposed iron sheet on the construction site. and larynx, and died after being sent to the hospital.

Wang xx's husband and his son were also arrested at the same time. A large amount of criminal evidence was found at home, as well as three infants who had not yet had time to 'ship'.

According to the suspect's past "delivery" records, the police have notified all localities to rescue the victim and are conducting further interrogation.

As soon as this news came out, the whole country was naturally shocked. There were all kinds of insults on the Internet, and they wished to cut this family into pieces.

However, Lu Qingjia noticed the way of death reported above. Unfortunately, no photos were available, but according to the description, the way of death should be as close as possible to the way he killed the other party.

Reminiscent of the scene on the day the old uncle died, he vomited blood for no reason, and the result of the autopsy was that the internal organs ruptured.

Lu Qingjia gripped the mouse tightly, but forgot to pull back, and the mouse was crushed like a handful of potato chips in his hand.

Lu Qingjia regained her composure, glanced at the plastic debris in her hand, shook her head, and went downstairs to the lobby to find a new mouse.

And Southeast Asia, thousands of miles away, is still that beautiful seaside manor.

At this time, the servants in the manor were walking cautiously, because of the work atmosphere left behind by the owner's prestige, even if the young master seemed to be quite talkative, as long as the wife was away, the atmosphere in the manor would not be too active.

The eldest young master went out for a trip in the afternoon, and he came back not long ago with this look on his face, looking almost like the expression of the master cleaning the family's interior.

The servants tightened their grip on the soles of their feet, and they dared not even pant loudly.

Zhong Liyu has been standing on his balcony for several hours, with his arms propped on the stone railing, watching the sun sink into the sea level.

By the time the sun disappeared completely, all the lights in the manor had already been turned on, but the man was still standing there motionless.

No one knew why, and no one dared to ask.

Not long after, a red sports car drove in all the way and stopped at the gate of the mansion.

Coming down from above was a beautiful woman in a suspender dress, with wavy curly hair, flaming red lips, fair and delicate skin, and a hot and sexy figure. She looked less than thirty, but she had the aura of mellow wine.

When she got out of the car, the servants in the manor saw that she was obviously not so tense, so they came over to park the car, and greeted her with care.

Uncle Zheng greeted him with a smile, and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, are you back? Have you eaten yet? The kitchen has stewed your favorite soup."

"Have you eaten, has A Ye eaten?" Ms. An, the beautiful woman who is Zhong Ye's mother, asked.

Uncle Zheng said: "No, I went out in the afternoon and came back and started to be in a daze. I must have been dumped."

Ms. An: "Why do I hear you gloating?"

"No, no! It's not like the child is old enough, should he handle the emotional disputes by himself?" Uncle Zheng said hastily: "Speaking of which, there will be a prison football match tomorrow, and family members can go in and visit it. I have performed in front of you, but I have practiced hard for a long time, and the position has been reserved, sister-in-law, look at you tomorrow—”

"Let's talk about it and see if any sister invites me to drink tea tomorrow."

Uncle Zheng's face twisted, feeling desolate for his boss, but now the situation is stronger than others, so he had to be careful——

Brother, brother tried our best.

Ms. An went upstairs to Zhong Liyu's room, and seeing her son standing there almost turned into a part of the railing, she probably guessed what was going on.

Her eyes fell on the bed, there was a coat that was still on it casually, and there were scattered photos around the coat.

She picked it up, flipped through them one by one, and her eyes lit up immediately: "Oh! Isn't this Jiajia?"

Zhong Liyu heard the words, finally stopped being a stone sculpture, and rushed in to grab the photos.

In the end, his mother turned around and avoided: "Why are you snatching it? I'll just take a look. I can make two copies at most, one for my computer collection, and one for my phone as a screensaver. I don't want yours."

Zhong Liyu couldn't hear it well: "No, can you change the problem of looking at your face? You never let go of your son's former lovers."

Ms. An sighed: "If I could change it, I wouldn't have been fooled by your father in the first place."

"Then go see my dad."

"What's so interesting about a dead old man?" Ms. An snorted coldly, "I've heard that there are still many women who send him love letters and chocolates every week."

When Father Zhong was young, he was a handsome guy with weak legs. Now he is almost fifty, because he has taken good care of himself and eaten the leftovers of skin care products his wife got from his son, he looks like he is in his early thirties.

Standing with Zhong Liyu is like a brother, not a father and son. When he was thrown into prison, for a godfather of his level, natural news reports spread all over the world at that time.

Countless women fell in love at first sight when they saw his photos in the newspapers, and he has been awarded the title of the most handsome prisoner in the world for three consecutive years.

Every week, there are love letters and gifts from all over the world, in various countries, races and languages.

However, behind this seemingly beautiful scenery, how can anyone understand the desolation of a middle-aged man who is neglected by his wife and stabbed in the heart and lungs by his unfilial son every day?

Ms. An looked at the photo with her mobile phone and waved her son away: "Oh, don't block the light, it's not clear."

He exclaimed in his mouth: "Sure enough, Jiajia has grown in every bit of my aesthetics. If he had been born more than [-] years earlier, there would be nothing wrong with your father. This doctor's gown, the abstinent Jiajia is even more charming .”

If the picture is too beautiful, Zhong Liyu dare not look at it, so he quickly snatched the photo back: "You can do it, my dad doesn't like him so much, you are also responsible."

"Is it my fault for being stingy?" Ms. An rolled her eyes, and then said with great interest, "Speaking of which, I haven't been back to China for several years. I'll book a plane ticket to go back to China tomorrow and have a look, and I'll go on a date with Jiajia by the way."

"Jiajia has great taste and is more patient than you idiots. I can't wait to see him."

"But I just heard Uncle Zheng explain my dad's prison football match tomorrow?"

"Is it important?"

"That's true—no, the point is, what's the point of running over suddenly?" Zhong Liyu's expression became gloomy, and his tone became sarcasm: "You want to see him, but he doesn't want to see you."

Ms. An paused, and looked at her son's sad eyes, feeling a little sad. Her son has been going smoothly all his life, when did he suffer this kind of grievance?

As a mother, she felt that it was necessary to try her best to enlighten him and let him ease the pain with maternal love.

So Ms. An slapped her son's face with a 'slap', showing a look of waste: "Then why are you still paralyzed at home? How dare you come back if no one chases you back?"

Zhong Liyu held half of his face that had been slapped, and looked at the stepmother in front of him, showing an expression of disbelief.

Ms. An said in a cruel voice: "Get out, I don't have such a useless thing like you in my house."

"Mom, are you my real mother?"

Ms. An sneered: "Don't do this shit, my mother doesn't understand you? I'm just like your father, a virtuous idiot."

"What did you tell Jiajia in the first sentence?"

"I said I forgive him." Zhong Liyu wanted to fool him at first, but when his mother got serious, it was really not an exaggeration for Holmes to be alive, so he had to be honest.

Ms. An laughed as soon as she heard it, and slapped it again: "Forgive me, forgive me, and I will ask you to forgive! Good things are not inherited, but only inherited from your father's idiot."

After Zhong Liyu was whipped by his stepmother, he became more and more at a loss.

Ms. An said: "Remember the time I almost cut off half of your dad's ear?"

Zhong Liyu nodded.

"Remember when I smashed your dad's head with an ashtray?"

Zhong Liyu nodded.

"Remember the time when he came back from a social event with lipstick stains on his collar, and I broke his leg?"

Zhong Liyu nodded profusely with sweat.

"What did your dad do back then?"

"After recovering from the injury, I beg you to forgive me on my knees." Zhong Liyu said, "But this—"

"What is this? This is the best attitude to seek peace. Are you opening your mouth to find fault or seek peace? What is the result?"

Ms. An sat down and held his hand: "I may not have said it, but I am very grateful to Jiajia."

Seeing the relaxed expression on her son's face, Ms. An smiled wryly: "You are actually very similar to your father. Although your father listens to me, he never compromises on what I really want." .”

"I'm afraid, he's too ambitious. I'm afraid that one day at home, I'll hear the news that he's dead outside. When he retires, my son will take over his father's job. As long as I live, I'll be terrified."

"It's very good now. Those who should be closed, those who should be dismissed, those industries should go, and the dirty money will be released to make compensation. Since I knew what he was doing, it has never been like this in 20 years. When it's easy."

Ms. An touched her son's face: "I want you to grow up safely so I send you abroad, but the more you grow up, the more disturbed I become. I know why your father recruited you back."

"But I didn't expect my son to be so capable. Jiajia believes in you more than I do. I also thank him for everything he has done, no matter what his purpose is."

It was the first time for Zhong Liyu to talk openly and honestly with his mother about the past. If he got his mother's opinion before going to that person, he would probably be overjoyed, right?

But now-

Zhong Liyu smiled mockingly: "It's too late to say anything now."

"The sincerity I hold up again and again is not just for him to play with. I, Zhong Liyu, also have self-esteem. Since he has abandoned me like a shoe, then remember today, and I will look at him again in the future." , I’m—Mom, what are you doing?”

While talking, Zhong Liyu saw his stepmother gather up the photos on the table, walk to the balcony, and throw the stack of photos downstairs.

Just as Uncle Zheng passed by, he saw the pieces of paper falling from the sky, picked one up curiously and looked at it, and saw the face inside that he would never forget, and his face suddenly became ferocious.

He yelled: "Who littered it? Clean it up for me, throw it in the trash can and burn it."

As soon as the words fell, a figure descended from the sky, and snatched the photo from him like a hungry tiger: "Mine!"

After a whole afternoon of stone lumps, now he was agile and quick to pick up the photos, only to see the closed door when he turned his head.

Upstairs, Ms. An waved at him: "Take good care of yourself outside, eat when you are hungry, and add clothes when you are cold. Don't let mom worry."

The author has something to say:

puff!The green brother who was just dumped and kicked out of the house.

For Zhong's father, he wished to eat 67+ meat raw, but for Zhong's mother, Jiajia pierced the window paper, which was a good start.