flying switch

When Zhong Rong woke up, with the fatigue and dark circles left over from the night, he shrank in pain and let out a grunt, closing his eyes and trying to get back to sleep again.

It's a pity that his sober mind doesn't agree with him.The information and plans sorted out all night went through his mind, and the pattern of the invitation letter and the white coat were frozen in front of his eyes, making the drowsiness disappear completely.

[-] is to grab the invitation letter, will they meet again?

The mobile phone vibrated twice on the bedside table, Zhong Rong slowly opened his eyes, turned around and rolled out of bed like a boneless snake, picked up the mobile phone and looked down, and walked to the bathroom barefoot.

Alai: It suddenly occurred to me that we have to prepare your weapons and appearance two hours in advance, otherwise the group of glamorous people might throw you out.

Zhong Rong frowned, and replied slowly as he walked:?Sounds like you have a problem with my appearance?

Alai returned quickly: How come!

Alai: I love it, okay? !

Alai: I asked where you got your outfit, and I won't allow you to question me like that!

Zhong Rong's hands were numb from the vibrating mobile phone, and he quickly adjusted the phone's mode to silent.Alai was still sending him messages, Zhong Rong struggled to keep up with his speed, a bit wondering if this person's hand speed and speech speed are from the same line as his master, why he has such a hard time keeping up with each other.

Without looking at the road ahead, he stopped directly in front of the bathroom, raised his hand and pushed the door—not the cold and hard door, but the warm and elastic one.

Zhong Rong raised his head abruptly, saw the two perfectly shaped muscles under his palm, and then raised his head to meet Qian Shuichong's face staring at him expressionlessly.

Qian Shuichong raised his eyebrows, and the unwiped water dripped down his loose forehead hair, and slid all the way into the bath towel around his crotch, like a huge boulder hitting Zhong Rong's head hard, he was like He withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and the remaining warmth in his palm was blown away by the untimely cold wind. He swallowed unconsciously, lowered his head to get out of the way, and waited for Qian Shuichong to leave the bathroom first.

Qian Shuichong paused for a second or two, as if he had something to say about the current situation, but in the end he walked towards his bedroom without saying a word.Zhong Rong heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried into the bathroom, and saw his upturned hair on the mirror where the mist quickly dissipated, avoiding his own reflection with a disaster-struck expression on his face, he threw away his phone and quickly began to wash.

He turned off the faucet, closed his eyes and looked for a face towel, but he couldn't find it for a long time. He rubbed his wet face impatiently, and turned to get it.He pulled the face towel, but it was perfectly aligned with his own reflection again.

Water dripped from the tips of his wet forehead, slid all the way down his chin, and landed on his collarbone exposed under his baggy neckline.

Hold.

Zhong Rong shuddered, and once again showed the expression of imminent disaster. He wiped his face in a hurry, then rushed out of the bathroom, and rushed into his bedroom like a gust of wind.

how so!

Zhong Rong felt that his life was collapsing, and such an embarrassing death happened to him.The blow was too great, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​going online to fight later. He just wanted to find a place to bury himself, and erect a monument by the way: It's so embarrassing, don't burn the paper.

The door was knocked suddenly, Zhong Rong was startled, turned his head to look, and it was Zhong Shuangen who came to pray for the first time.After all, another man had just had his breasts assaulted by him, and the other woman was the mother of the man whose breasts were assaulted.

Zhong Rong sorted out his emotions, pretended to be angry and walked over to open the door. When he saw Qian Shuichong standing outside the door, his whole body almost cracked, and he could barely maintain his fierce expression: "What are you doing?"

Qian Shuichong had already put on his home clothes, and with a smile on his face, he handed the mobile phone in his hand to Zhong Rong: "Go downstairs for dinner."

Zhong Rong took over the mobile phone he left behind in a panic, but couldn't figure out what Qian Shuichong was thinking: "...Why are you reminding me?"

"Mission." Qian Shuichong dropped the light words, turned around and went downstairs, regardless of whether Zhong Rong planned to go downstairs, it seemed that he was really just completing the task of notification.

Zhong Rong heaved a sigh of relief. Although he was hungry, he had no plans to go downstairs to eat.He closed the door, turned his head and walked to the closet, put on his clothes and put his mobile phone in his hands, ready to go downstairs to buy some snacks and get some air.

Alai was still sending out messages, and Zhong Rong looked through each one, wondering how long it would take to get [-]+ messages.

15 minutes?Up to half an hour.

"Going out?"

Zhong Rong raised his head and saw Qian Shuichong holding a sandwich, so he didn't know, "Yes."

Qian Shuichong looked back at the white holographic projection clock on the dining table: "It's already seven o'clock in the afternoon."

Zhong Rong frowned: "What? Your house still has access control?"

Qian Shuichong stared at him for a while: "No."

"Then why are you asking this?" Zhong Rong became impatient with erratic eyes, lowered his head and sent Alai a "voice call in a while, I'm not dead" to end Alai's false sadness about whether something happened to him, and bypassed Qian Shuichong planned to walk to the door.

Qian Shuichong grabbed Zhong Rong's wrist: "You didn't eat."

"It's none of your business..." Zhong Rong tried to pull his hand out, but failed, and his stomach let out a howl at the wrong time.

Qian Shuichong gave him a cool look: "My mother cooked for you, she should be sad to see you didn't eat when she came back."

It was only then that Zhong Rong understood why Qian Shuichong was meddling in other people's affairs. He thought of the embarrassed woman, and pursed his lips: "...Got it. Let me go."

The covered sandwich was placed on a plate, and it looked more appetizing than the one in the convenience store.Zhong Rong lifted the glass cover and looked carefully at the plate of sandwiches, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

There is actually someone in this family who prepares meals for him.

"Eat it, it's not poisonous." Qian Shuichong took a bite of the sandwich he was holding.He's halfway through his sandwich, and this is the last half.

"They..." Zhong Rong picked up the sandwich and asked hesitantly, "Aren't you at home?"

Qian Shuichong shook his head, looked down at the information on the smart watch, and walked up the stairs with half a sandwich: "Enjoy your meal."

Zhong Rong looked at the sandwich in his hand complicatedly, and took a bite.The taste is not outstanding, but compared to the crude and cheap food in convenience stores, all the ingredients of this sandwich have been clearly selected with care.Zhong Rong didn't hesitate any longer, he settled the sandwich in twos and twos, and brushed the plate as well.

By the time he actually called Alai, it was already dark.Zhong Rong put on his pajamas again, got into the game cabin, was not in a hurry to log in to the game, and scrambled on the character setting interface, chatting with Alai who was on the phone: "I need to prepare a suit, do you know where to find it? "

"Don't worry about that, I'm ready," Alai sounded like he was eating something, his voice was vague, "Just remember to log in."

"Wait," Zhong Rong thought of something, "Can't you wear a mask when you go to the auction?"

"Well, in theory, it is possible, but in fact, the invitation letter opens with a mask, which may be to protect privacy. You know, those who participate in the auction don't want to be hunted down after getting the ruby."

"Then I can adjust it casually." Zhong Rong casually changed the facial details of the characters.I have to say that it is really troublesome to make it yourself. The design of Flying Switch here is very humane. The initial setting will design several ideologies for selection according to the player's own awakening and preferences.Of course, you can do it by yourself, but Zhong Rong thinks it is troublesome, so he has never done it by himself, and it has never been modified.After his first mission, he was remembered and chased in the flying switch for three weeks, but he couldn't change his face, just added a mask.It is much more convenient to add a mask, it will not be recognized, and it also has a hidden function, which makes Zhong Rong's task success rate soar.Later, with the addition of goggles, the safety and concealment were improved again, and Zhong Rong never thought of modifying the function of pinching the face.

He was just worried that the mask in the invitation letter would disappear on the way out of the auction and be remembered by Mr. T's men.It's not a good idea to provoke such a huge gang in a public way.

"You want to change your face?" Alai was startled, "I have known you for three years, and you haven't changed your face once. Do you want to change it now?"

Zhong Rong silently looked at the creature that he had squeezed into a strange shape, but still withdrew from the character setting: "...pretend I didn't say anything."

Forget it, if he changed his hairstyle and clothes, even Alai might not be able to recognize him.

Alai sneered ruthlessly: "It's too bad! It's so hard to kill me, it's better to just ask the system's default settings. Anyway, when you enter the game, everyone has a Two-dimensional face, even if they look like real people, it's absolutely impossible." It won’t be recognized by real people.”

Zhong Rong looked at himself and his ideology reflected on the glass, compared them, and curled his lips: "You are right, you may not recognize me when you meet me in reality."

"Hey, that's not necessarily the case, my young master, I have practiced peerless martial arts, and I have been taught by Sun Xingzhe..."

"A small task, you can't get tired of repeating it." Zhong Rong was so annoyed by the words that Alai said at least [-] times, he immediately stopped Alai's words, "Online. The auction is less than It started in two hours."

The block expands, and familiar places appear in front of my eyes.

With red curly hair bouncing, Alai took out several sets of clothes from his inventory, and showed them preciously to Zhong Rong, who seemed to be sitting on a mechanical sofa, "Come on, choose a set, they are all my treasures. "

Zhong Rong blinked hard: "...is there any more?"

Alai looked at the clothes in his hand strangely: "What? Don't you like it? I think it looks good! These are all out of print!"

Zhong Rong looked at the gaudy dresses in Alai's hands: "...Why aren't there black ones?"

Alai looked at him like he was insane: "You wear black with such a strong breath of death that no fool will recognize you."

Zhong Rong looked from the dark blue lace open-chest gown to the white silk Hanfu, from the dark red European-style dress to the dark green embroidered suit, and wrinkled his face in pain: "Can I not choose?"

"No," Alai stepped forward and picked up Zhong Rong, who didn't want to face the truth, and threw a mirror from his pocket, "Come on, try this dark blue first..."

Zhong Rong quickly stopped Alai from throwing the lace suit on him, and snatched the suit that looked okay from him: "That's all."

"Hey! You have to try everything, this decision is too sloppy," Alai watched Zhong Rong put on a dark green suit, and clicked his tongue, "...Okay, I don't think you need to try, you This ideology looks good in a sack."

Zhong Rong looked at the image of the character in the mirror that changed instantly, and bent his arms awkwardly: "...that's weird."

His dreadlocks were replaced by back hair, Martin boots were replaced by leather shoes, and there was an extra watch on his wrist.

"Is it strange?" Alai also looked into the mirror, "I think it's okay. These clothes of mine are suits, and even the hairstyle and decorations are matched. You really look like that group of people."

Zhong Rong frowned, and found a trace of familiarity in the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror: "Don't, it doesn't sound like a good word."

Alai laughed: "Oh yes, my clothes show off my figure, so be careful of being abducted by those people. Look at your inverted triangle, tsk tsk tsk, I feel someone will be greedy for your body."

Zhong Rong messed up his meticulous back slightly, and a few locks of hair fell out on his forehead: "Greedy, it's not true anyway."

"Then will you really be abducted? There will definitely be a big bed room at the auction site," Alai suddenly became curious, "You have never paid much attention to this aspect, so many people who invited you, you all Refused."

"I'm too lazy to spend time," Zhong Rong straightened his tie, "It's delaying me to accept tasks to earn money."

"Professional man," Alai gritted his teeth, "Your future partner will be very difficult. Hey, maybe they are thinking about how to lure you to the big bed room right now."

"It's better to dream faster," Zhong Rong commented indifferently. He left the body mirror and began to organize the inventory, putting the weapons that can be used at the top where they can be called out at any time. "Your modified multi-purpose gun is very useful. .Grasp the hook gun very firmly."

Alai nodded proudly, and became curious again: "Hey, you really don't plan to exchange feelings with people on the fly? There are quite a lot of online dating nowadays. Just think about it, what if you meet a peerless beauty..."

"The probability is even smaller than that of me inheriting the flying switch." Zhong Rong rolled his eyes, "I don't engage in online dating, and I don't want to fall in love. I'm only interested in tasks and money."

Alai shrugged: "Well, I feel sad for thousands of beauties."

He turned over and jumped on the sofa, and said to Zhong Rong who was arranging his weapons, "You should set off soon, and talk about the action plan one last time. First, get in as a guest, and then, two opportunities to act. One is when the gems are out of the warehouse, Pretend to be the waiter of the Swift Gang to transfer the gems, and deal with at least four fully armed security guards on the way, this is plan A; again, plan B, is to cause panic during the auction - create a short circuit or cause a small explosion, and then take advantage of the chaos Run away after grabbing the gems, but the gems must be stored in a special device, most likely it is the protective exhibition box I told you, it is difficult to destroy. I recommend you to choose plan A, which is relatively easy.”

Zhong Rong looked at the map carefully, and pointed to the studio: "I have to go in here, and then I'll fix a waiter, and then change my clothes and sneak in."

"The mask," Alai pointed to his eye sockets, "you don't even have to worry about being recognized, the waiter's mask is more tightly blocked."

Zhong Rong put the map into his inventory, and took the earphone that Alai put aside: "Is this for contact?"

"It's completely invisible, don't worry about being detected," Alai put the earphones into his ears, and the earphones were instantly invisible. "Don't worry about using them, as long as you don't talk to yourself too obviously, no one will notice."

Zhong Rong touched his ears and exhaled: "You sent me there?"

"Use my favorite car, sir." Alai winked playfully at him. "You can't go to the auction by yourself. You need a deputy or—a butler, since you chose a suit."

Zhong Rong stood up and turned his watch: "At that time, there will be one more ruby ​​here."

Alai also changed himself into an old butler costume, wearing a monocle mirror, and asked in a poorly translated voice: "Oh, I think it's time for us to leave, sir?"

"Let's go," Zhong Rong took two steps, stopped suddenly, and turned his head, "But I swear, after the mission is over, I will definitely kick your ass hard!"

Alai laughed, and pushed Zhong Rong to the garage: "Like Old John next door?"

"Like old Hank next door—old John too. I'll kick your ass anyway."