flying switch

The waves fell from the eaves, the skateboard stopped at the innermost part of the roof, and the jellyfish swam past Zhong Rong from time to time, leaving strong neon traces, and then rushed into Z's arms standing in the projection of the waves.

Z spread his palms and sank into the seawater projection, allowing the jellyfish to roll and play: "So, it is the target of anonymous people?"

"It is not confirmed that the person is anonymous, but the person who sent the task to find it is indeed an anonymous player." Zhong Rong sat on the skateboard, watching Z play with the jellyfish, "It plays very well with you, do you know it? "

"I don't know," Z held up the jellyfish, watched it act coquettishly in his palm, and said with a chuckle, "but another jellyfish I know is very similar to it, and we know each other very well."

"Another jellyfish?"

"My mother has a little pet. I played with it very well when I was young, but it's been a long time." Z stroked the jellyfish's head, "By the way, the motorist who left is an official staff member. Your friend ?”

"Well," Zhong Rong nodded, "He said he was afraid that he would scare away the jellyfish if he came over, and he happened to have work, so he left first."

"Oh yes, it's very timid," Z walked over with the jellyfish, "You take it away, remember to help me see if it's the same person from last time when handing over the task."

"Stop playing for a while?" Zhong Rong stood up without reaching out to pick up the jellyfish, "Didn't it mean we haven't seen each other for a long time?"

"It's okay," Z smiled and shook his head, "I've been playing for a long time."

Zhong Rong then took the jellyfish and put it away, hesitated: "...Z."

"Ok?"

"If the anonymous player this time and last time is the same person, then the commonality between the pearl necklace and the jellyfish may be the key to finding him," Zhong Rong complexly raised his eyes, "Maybe you know this anonymous player in reality. What he wants Stuff—at least in your narration, it's all about your mother."

Z was taken aback: "...that makes sense, I'll look for it when the time comes."

Zhong Rong always felt that there was something wrong with what she said, but he couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up: "In the future, if you need me, just tell me directly. I only succeeded in the two missions with your help."

"You also accepted the task to help me," Z put on the eyepiece, and patted Zhong Rong on the shoulder, "Got it, then I'll go first, I still have something to do."

"Okay." Zhong Rong waved at her, watching her fly away.

There were a few vacancies at the bar counter of the Alley Bar, but Zhong Rong was afraid that the vigilant cloaked man would avoid him, so he reserved a small private room.He walked into the private room, looked at the door of the task handover private room, and rewinded to the conversation with Z while no one was close to his mind.

Is it a coincidence that both the pearl necklace and the jellyfish are related to Z's mother?Or is it intentional.If it was done on purpose, why can you accurately find something belonging to someone in reality in the flying switch?This is a flying switch, almost including all the things that exist in the world. How can the mission initiator be sure that Z's mother's things must be in this world?

Even if these things are put aside, mother Z's things exist in the flying switch, but they are all scattered everywhere like lost treasures.

Unless Z's mother cancels her account.or in reality...

Think carefully about Z's words, "I'll look for it when the time comes"?Wouldn't it be faster to just ask an informed mother?

Zhong Rong's back felt cold, and the tombstone in the rainy night broke through the shackles he installed and appeared in front of his eyes again. He immediately stopped his thoughts and stopped thinking about Z or her mother.

Task, Zhong Rong, focus on the task, he said to himself.It is his task to find the anonymous person in the game, and now he is waiting for the anonymous player to get the jellyfish and find out if he is the cloaked person.He shouldn't be worried about other things, he's not an insider, guessing about other people's family affairs doesn't show how smart he is.

"Is it the man in the cloak," he said to himself, "and then we will go to the witch with [-] to find out what the name of the place means."

Then came the tournament, the next treasure.That's what he should be thinking about.

Qian Shuichong didn't receive the news from Wuzhong until he got off work. It seems that he squatted in the bar all day to wait for the anonymous player - the cloak man, and was finally thrown away by the cloak man.Qian Shuichong ran back to the community while typing to comfort him, asking him to find a place to wait for him to go online, and then go find the witch together.

He deliberately paid attention to Zhong Rong's room, the door was closed tightly and there was no light leaking, probably he was asleep.He dispelled his worries, hurriedly went online, and met Wu Zhong at Nautilus.

Wu Zhong looked tense and depressed, Qian Shuichong didn't know what he had done during the few hours he was away, Wu Zhong now only focused on tasks and tasks, and he was not in the mood for small talk.Qian Shuichong didn't ask directly, but wandered around the nautilus casually with Wu Zhong, thinking to distract him first before talking.

"But the witch..."

"I've been working all day and I'm very tired," Qian Shuichong said half-truthfully, "Come relax with me?"

Wu Zhong exhaled: "Mm."

"Aren't you short of any props? Weapons and the like."

"I just bought some," Wu Zhong shook his head, "Do you need anything?"

"Some," Qian Shuichong looked at the cherry bombs and smoke bombs hanging beside him, "it may take a while."

"It's okay." Wu Zhong rubbed the back of his neck, "By the way, I'll ask Alai and Moon if they need anything."

Of course Qian Shuichong had no objection.

The two returned home with almost a full load. In order to prevent accidental loss of the newly purchased props, they decided to go back to the studio first, hand over the items to Moon and Alai before going to find the witch.Alai just finished upgrading Qian Shuichong's belongings, now he got the props brought back by the two of them, and began to discuss with Moon whether he should go to practice his hands.

In the end, the four men divided into two groups, while looking for the witch to interpret the place names, while moving their hands and feet after a long absence.

"This place will hardly change." Wuzhong stepped on his skateboard and stood side by side with Qian Shuichong. He looked sideways at the unchanging neon fireworks downstairs. "The players in the Black Cat District must be very nostalgic."

"Maybe." Qian Shuichong agreed, and Wuzhong jumped up one after another, landing on the roof near the Black Cat Bar.

It may be an illusion, the fog is more diffuse than before.Qian Shuichong wrapped his clothes tightly, rushed to the gate in zero gravity mode, spit out a mouthful of white mist at the opened Black Cat Bar, and walked into the Black Cat Bar first.

Wu Zhong put away his skateboard and followed, and shivered as soon as he stepped into the Black Cat Bar: "It's so cold."

The mist spread into the bar, and ran up the ankle in a cold way, entangled like a poisonous snake, making people goosebumps uncontrollably.

Qian Shuichong silently held the silver knife, walked behind Wuzhong, and looked around vigilantly.

The smoke undulates like a sea, engulfing the gray crystal ball and the tarot cards on the wall.The end of the wave was shining brightly, hidden in a larger wall of smoke, the smoke rushed over to meet, pushing the trembling two closer.

Qian Shuichong clenched his silver knife tightly and stepped into the thick fog.He heard the chattering of Wuzhong's teeth faintly, and he wanted to pat Wuzhong's shoulder for comfort, but even if he straightened his arms, he couldn't reach Wuzhong.

"No bell?" Qian Shuichong's eyes were covered by thick fog, and his voice sounded like someone else's, which was indistinct.He felt himself stuck in the mud, where his movements were forced to slow down.

Nuan warmed his wrist, blinked slowly, and turned his head.

The world brightened up, Qian Shuichong let out a breath and returned to normal.Before him was the empty hall, its edges stretching almost out of sight, with untold sums of money piled up in far corners.No one passed by, but the sound of footsteps continued to echo in the hall.

"Welcome to Fly Switch, welcome to the future."

The calm female voice hovered and descended from the sky, Qian Shuichong looked up, and the ceiling of the hall was blurred.

Where am I?

"Flying switch headquarters, congratulations on becoming the new boss of flying switch."

Flick's new boss?Qian Shuichong looked at his hands in confusion. He was wearing his own suit, and his palms were soft and real.He saw his own appearance, Qian Shuichong's appearance from the reflection of the floor.

……wrong.

"What's wrong?"

This is not true.

He slowly clenched his right fist, there should have been something there.He turned his head to look around, there should be someone there.

Smoke seeped from the ceiling and gradually fell into the air.

Too quiet.

"This is not true," Qian Shuichong heard his own voice, "No bell!"

As if waking up from a dream, Qian Shuichong took a deep breath and opened his eyes, facing the crystal ball in the witch's hand behind the divination table.The golden light dissipated there, which was the afterimage of what Qian Shuichong experienced just now.

Visions in the fog are a witch's trick.

Qian Shuichong calmed down, looked for Wuzhong in the room, and turned around to ask the witch: "Do you know where Wuzhong is?"

"Hmm," the witch slid her finger across the crystal ball, making the smoke inside resemble the surface of water. "I still know the purpose of your coming. He needs to get used to it first, and he will come out after a while."

"Adapting to the illusion? Is it the hall?"

"I dare not say that everyone's situation is different." The witch tapped the crystal ball with her finger. "You see your illusion here, and he will also see his illusion here. Of course, only you can see your own illusion." Illusions, likewise, only you can break your own illusions."

The witch smiled: "I have to say, you are one of the few people I have ever seen who can walk out of the illusion so quickly. The things in the illusion can't keep you, you must have nothing very longing for."

"Probably so." Qian Shuichong smiled politely.

"Your companion is different from you," the witch sighed softly, and waved the chair to appear behind Qian Shuichong, "Sit down, you will need it."

Qian Shuichong lowered his eyes slightly, and sat down on the large soft chair: "This illusion is related to the competition, isn't it?"

The witch smiled but said nothing, Qian Shuichong narrowed his eyes and took off the eyepiece: "All the levels in the treasure hunt should have been designed by Zuo Xing himself, but you seem to be familiar with them."

"Are you wondering who I am?" The witch laughed, with the upper half of her face hidden in the shadow of a wide hood, "It doesn't matter who I am, nor does my existence matter, what matters is who you are and your existence Doesn't it matter too?"

She raised her head slightly, revealing one eye fixed on Qian Shuichong: "The seed of longing has been planted in your heart, it is not ripe enough to be caught, but you will feel it one day. When you stand Tuyere, you have to make a choice, whether it is your desire or yourself."

Qian Shuichong frowned slightly, seeing the dazzling light in that eye: "Is this a piece of divination?"

"It's just what I saw." The witch closed her eyes and lowered her head, returning to normal: "You are always calm, but I saw the burning magma in your eyes. Your thirst will break your calm, make you lose control, and make you Addicted."

Qian Shuichong clenched his fists: "Then should I be careful about my desire?"

"Not all," the witch shook her head, "just a certain, special craving that changes you. But this change is not necessarily bad, and when you notice this craving, you can no longer Determined to 'be careful' with it."

"Really?" Qian Shuichong blinked, "I will pay attention, thank you."

The witch's smile remained unchanged, and she didn't care much about the alienation and indifference in Qian Shuichong's words.She flipped the crystal ball: "Your companion is about to walk out of the illusion, no matter what happens to him, don't panic."

Qian Shuichong was puzzled, and the next second he heard Wuzhong's stumbling footsteps, he hurriedly got up and raised his hand to support him.

Wu Zhong raised his head, shrunk his shoulders and sniffed weakly. He passed Qian Shuichong to look at the witch, with a strong nasal voice: "What was that just now?"

"Your captured desire, an illusion," the witch conjured a pack of paper out of thin air, "you may need it."

Wu Zhong saw the undissolved scene in the crystal ball, and his shoulders twitched: "How can you capture my desire? I have never told anyone about this in the flying switch."

"You need to adapt, it took you too long," the witch avoided answering, "I'm just simulating, the competition will make it more difficult for you to escape the illusion."

Wu Zhong took off the eyepiece, Qian Shuichong saw the upper half of his face full of tears, and gasped for breath: "Wu Zhong?"

Wu Zhong roughly wiped away his tears with a piece of paper, and looked over: "Have you also experienced the illusion?"

"He walked out of the illusion soon," the witch stood up. "You are here to ask me the name of the competition area, aren't you?"

Qian Shuichong put his arm around Wuzhong's shoulders, and answered instead of him: "Yes."

The witch slowly spit out words in an unfamiliar language, and wrote a divination language in the air: "Is there nothing wrong with this?"

"Yes."

"Just like what you just did," said the witch softly, "come out of the illusion—wake up."