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Zhang Xian didn't quite understand what was going on now.

He just went out in an online car-hailing car and asked the driver to turn down the loudspeaker, but the driver suddenly became excited and yelled "How can you hear me?" book cover.

The cover is made up of a large dark night, with two large characters "Pen Xian" written in the center, the color number is bright red, as if dripping blood.

"Give me the middle finger."

The driver couldn't help but grab Zhang Xian's finger, cut the fingertip with some sharp object, and pressed his middle finger and blood on the cover.

In the blink of an eye, the blood was absorbed by the screen, like a drop of water flowing into a sponge, and the word "Pen Xian" became more plump and bright red.

Zhang Xian didn't understand why, a tingling feeling like an electric current passed through his middle finger, and his ears were suddenly filled with countless voices speaking fast.

He only felt waves of coldness surging up and down his body, and the surrounding scenery was spinning... for a while, he was suddenly awakened by the sudden brake.

"Guest, you are here. The total is 35 yuan. Do you want a ticket?" The young female taxi driver asked politely.

"Yes, thank you." Zhang Xian was in a daze again, and replied reflexively.

The moment he woke up, he felt a severe headache, as if the pain was going to burst, but after the driver spoke, the pain came and went quickly, and now only a dull pain that can be ignored is left.

Zhang Xian rubbed his temples twice to wake himself up, and took out his wallet from his trouser pocket.

"Go slowly." The female driver handed over the change and the receipt very politely, and urged, "Please take care of your belongings."

"Okay." Zhang Xian said, opened the passenger door, first fished out the right leg with his hand, and then stepped out the left leg. The cane stood firmly on the ground, and finally turned around and picked up the red and white two-color handbag on the floor mat.

The doors closed, and the taxi sped off.

Only Zhang Xian was left standing on the side of the road leaning on a cane, a little dazed for a while.

The night has already covered the city, the streets are full of lights, the pedestrians are sparse, and there is unknown music floating in the air, the melodious sound is like the whisper of a lover.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?"

It seems that something is wrong, I can't tell, I just feel a headache.

"Zhang Xian! Zhang Xian!"

Zhang Xian looked away from the end of the street and landed on the open-air garden-style bar diagonally ahead.

The bar is semi-open, and the building is located deep in the garden. The garden door is decorated with neon lights to make the shape of "TIMEBAR". There are many green vines rolled on the half-person-high wrought iron fence, and several small round tables are placed beside them. Candle.

There were few guests in the garden, and the boss turned on the projector in the center, playing some video, trying to make the atmosphere of the bar less deserted.

At this time, a man in white trousers and a wine red silk shirt was sitting at the table, raising one hand and greeting him with a smile.

The man looked younger than Zhang Xian, with a palm-sized oval face, and his skin was so fair that it would almost glow, he was extremely handsome.

He had a smooth ponytail, a white suit jacket beside him, and a half glass of faint blue fluorescent cocktail on the table, looking very relaxed and at ease.

Compared with him, Zhang Xian, who is wearing eight or 90s blue and white striped sportswear and carrying a handbag as a gift from the health care company, seems to have traveled from 30 years ago.

But neither of them felt anything was wrong.

Maybe because of the face.

Tall and long legs, a handsome guy is still a handsome guy even if he wears a sack.

Different from the soft and beautiful appearance of Xiao Xianrou nowadays, although Zhang Xian has a cold white skin, his face has sharp edges and corners, his facial features are tough, and his appearance is a test of his appearance, he is very heroic.

If the skin color is darker, and if there is more flesh, it will be a tough guy type that is rarely seen nowadays.

Zhang Xian leaned on a cane, walked slowly to the other party and sat down: "Changyue."

The moment he walked around, he remembered that he and his good friend Tang Changyue hadn't seen each other for a long time, and at about eleven o'clock in the evening, he went to the Time Bar to catch up.

This area is very unfamiliar to Zhang Xian, but to Tang Changyue, it seems like a fish in water.

It's just that it's a little late at this time, and he should have soaked his feet before going to bed.

Tang Changyue clapped with a smile: "Congratulations, congratulations, Zhang Xian, went out independently for the first time!"

Zhang Xian smiled good-naturedly: "I'm going to be a third person anyway." Don't treat me like a child.

"How's your recovery going?" Tang Changyue asked.

"It's okay. The doctor said that I can walk and move around now, which is really rare." Zhang Xian replied honestly, "However, after all, the injury is too serious, and it is the result of both luck and the top medical level to survive. I want to recover to no The extent of the injury, it is impossible."

Tang Changyue nodded frequently, instead of asking further, she said relaxedly, "You have a work-related injury, don't worry, just take it easy."

"It's not urgent, it's just that I have too much time every day."

Zhang Xian asked the waiter for a cup of hot water, took out a small jar from his handbag, poured out a mixture of black wolfberry, American ginseng and astragalus, soaked it in the water, covered it with a napkin and let it simmer.

A kindle stretched out just right.

"The special cover for instant noodles." Tang Changyue carefully adjusted the center of gravity of the kindle, "I hear you, have plans for the future?"

"Not yet." Zhang Xian admitted honestly, "I'm considering whether to accept the re-employment and return to the unit to do some peripheral work, or start a new job."

He was injured on duty and resigned due to injury. Naturally, he received a lot of pensions, plus disability benefits, so his livelihood is not a problem, but after all, Zhang Xian is not the kind of character who is willing to idle around and wait for death.

"Find something interesting to do if you have too much time to spare. Don't work hard. Most of the work outside the unit is quite tiring. It's hard to find a place for the elderly." Thinking of something, Tang Changyue's eyes lit up and suggested, "Find something for you Er Lezi. Your handwriting is beautiful, how about live writing?"

"Ah?" Zhang Xian didn't quite understand.

Tang Changyue slapped his forehead: "Hey, I forgot, you have a long history of being out of touch with society."

Zhang Xian smiled and did not deny it.

Before he was 18, he lived on campus and had little contact with society. After the age of 18, he participated in secret-related work and received intensive training for one year, and then stayed away from society for six years to perform tasks.Until he resigned due to injury, he was in a coma for a whole year. After eight years, he was basically expelled from modern society.

"The so-called live broadcast is the live broadcast on the Internet." Tang Changyue pointed out, "Look, that is the live broadcast on the Internet."

"Oh, let me take a look." Zhang Xian looked in the direction of his finger. On the huge projection screen, it was dark, and the figures and the camera were shaking.

The host brother wore a searchlight on his head and was saying: "Thank you for the fifty silver coins from 'Beauty is like a dead ghost', thank you for the ten roses from 'Love Xiaoqian', thank you everyone, next I really want Please pen fairy, will it be successful this time? Let us wait and see."

"Did you see the words on the top? 'Late Night Exploration of Mysteries: The Abandoned Factory on the Mass Burial Mound, Please Pen Fairy!', that is the content of his live broadcast today. The scroll bar at the bottom of the screen is the real-time interaction with netizens." Tang Changyue introduced, "If you want to answer the audience's message, you can respond to it, and if you don't want to, just ignore it. Just now he read the thank you list. The audience thinks your live broadcast is interesting, and they will reward you. After the platform takes a cut of the reward, it belongs to you. .”

"It's not much money." Zhang Xian asked suspiciously.

"The tipping money is not much. When your live broadcast room is up and you receive advertisements, that's where the big money comes from."

Zhang Xian shook his head: "I don't want to be a salesman."

Tang Changyue knew that people have their own aspirations, so she didn't force him: "It's okay, it's okay to entertain yourself... By the way, you have to change your mobile phone, I didn't say, who still uses a mobile phone with 512M memory to store 4G? Only credit card."

"Just make a phone call."

"Hey, you should cooperate with the progress of society. Even the aunts who dance in the square have their own trust groups, and they also pay water and electricity bills. Just take a mobile phone. You don't have to go out, you can go to the supermarket and deliver goods by yourself. Come to the door..."

"It's very convenient." Zhang Xian is very talkative when it doesn't involve principles, "But those things on the Internet don't mean that there are so many scammers. According to data from the Ministry of Public Security, the growth rate of telecom fraud cases in the past ten years is 20%-30% , the amount involved in the previous year was more than 300 billion, and the economic losses caused by telecommunications fraud so far have not been less than [-] billion..."

"Stop, stop, stop memorizing the news. I regret ordering so many newspapers for you..." Tang Changyue begged for forgiveness, and quickly changed the subject, "Look at this live broadcast room. If the anchor takes risks on his own, no one will know what happened, but He started a live broadcast, and there are so many viewers watching, if something goes wrong, how many people will call the police for him, and this live broadcast can also be recorded, as physical evidence, right?"

Zhang Xian nodded: "It makes sense."

The environment in the camera is dark, the host is sitting on the ground, and three white candles are lit beside him. The shadows of the candles dance, and the light flickers on and off, making his face cloudy and cloudy, which is quite strange.

Spread a large sheet of paper in front of him, with numbers and letters written on it, as well as the words "right", "wrong", "yes", "no" and so on.

In the center of the paper was a pure white porcelain plate.

The anchor held a pen, straightened his arms, drew a circle above the porcelain plate, and muttered words.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Zhang Xian couldn't help shaking his head.He partly recognizes the necessity of live streaming, but he still rejects the gimmick of live streaming.

"For the effect of the show." Tang Changyue smiled, "It's just a show, it's interesting to watch, you..."

He wanted to continue talking, but Zhang Xian's face suddenly turned ugly: "Is this also the effect of the show?"

Tang Changyue looked at the screen, and saw that the anchor's forehead was dripping with sweat, and that straight arm suddenly waved wildly in the air!

"Out of control?"

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