After the infrastructure game I became the creator

"Do you have anything else?" He Fang falsely thought that the man should come from the unexpanded area, and maybe he could bring some important news about the outside world.

The man's eyes seemed dull, looking straight at him, He Fang turned his head in frustration, probably because the mission has been completed and there is no follow-up plot, that's why he remained motionless.

Is it really just an ordinary thief?

"Don't steal anymore. You can go to the city to find a job. If you steal again, you will be arrested by the police." He Fang said to N-PC seriously.

"Is the city... safe?" Suddenly the man asked softly.

"Safe." His city had zero crime...at least until the turnip thieves came to steal the turnips.

"Can I... stay here?" The man's voice was hesitant, but he still asked.

At the same time as the man's voice fell, suddenly there was a shrill, unhuman wail from behind the two of them, and He Fang and the man turned their heads together.

A fat black mouse was pierced through the fork of the agricultural iron fork of the farmer who had been working all the time. The mouse struggled in pain, but was not completely dead. The simple-looking farmer looked at the mouse on the fork in surprise, like It is also very surprising.

He Fang: "..." There is no need to go into such details.

It was scary to come so suddenly, he thought he would be cursed by accepting this man.

Turning around, He Fang asked again: "Do you want to stay?"

"Yes." The man's eyes suddenly had a brief panic, and the focus of his eyes was on He Fang's back.

He Fang was puzzled, and looked back again, only to see that the hard-working farmer probably wanted to take the mouse off the iron fork, but the result was that the mouse was cut into pieces with too much force, and the blood spattered Everywhere.

He Fang hissed, his scalp was numb, and he was not used to the extremely realistic game settings after the game update.

At this time, the simple farmer suddenly said: "You despicable thief, get out of my farm!"

Although the farmer said harsh words, his tone was soft, as if he was afraid of scaring something.

He Fang was shocked, now even N-PC has voice configuration?It's just that the dubbing is not so distracting. How can you drive away the thief so gentle and gentle? It should be accompanied by anger and holding up the iron fork, so that the thief will be afraid.

He Fang smacked his lips completely taking this sentence as the plot, and went back to continue the conversation with the carrot thief: "My city doesn't need thieves."

"I'm not a thief, I'm a mercenary. I can train the detection team, teach them how to destroy the nightmare beast, distinguish and revive the nightmare plant, and also have the ability to detect the seeds of the nightmare beast." The man said anxiously and loudly, trying to prove that For my own use, I am afraid that no one will hear it.

He Fang touched his chin.

Opened the man's properties panel.

After seeing the man's attributes, he frowned.

There is only one point left in the man's various values, which is basically hanging on his life, but even the full-level values ​​are very different from the ordinary farmers on the side, even the newborn children in his city are far inferior, low With this level of value, the talent exchange market can't go up.

But after all, it was the first mission N-PC he encountered after "Restart of the Market" was online, not to mention... He Fang glanced at the man's pale face, and couldn't bear it.

He Fang suspects that this N-PC is a task-sharing N-PC, and probably only passing messages cannot be counted as labor force, so the requirements for attributes should not be high.

He Fang opened the city panel, he remembered that the city capacity should still be there.

what.

The city is full?

The originally green and unimpeded city instantly turned into a red and congested state. He Fang was very puzzled. In just a few minutes, did a large number of new residents suddenly flow in?

This is too coincidental.

This man probably has no place to live.

"I can accept you, but there are no vacant houses anymore." After He Fang finished speaking, he saw the light of hope in the man's eyes dim instantly, and said while lamenting the reality of the game, "But you should be able to rent a house, you still have something left gold coins?"

"Yes." The man also tried to collect some money from top to bottom.

"Then you can rent a house by yourself and work nearby." He Fang turned around, motioned for the man to follow, and walked towards the inner city, "I'll take you to the Civil Affairs Hall to register first, and you should be able to find a job easily gone."

At least so far, Hefang has not seen residents who have moved here on their own initiative without jobs.

The more he entered the city, the wider the man's eyes stared, and he even forgot that his body was exhausted and vulnerable to a blow, and he was so weak that he was about to fall down at any time.

This is a city.

A real city built on the ground.

This is like the precious image left by the city a hundred years ago. The clothes of human beings walking on the road are light and beautiful, with unique design. They don’t need heavy armor for defense at all. Brand-new vehicles with very beautiful appearance pass through the wide road. , the dazzling sun shone in the city, and it was peaceful and quiet, as if it was before the end of a man's dream.

"My lord, what is that?" The man saw a huge male sculpture in the center of the city. Even a stone statue is enough to let people know his handsomeness, his face is perfect like a god, his whole body is majestic and powerful, The closer he gets to the statue, the more awe he wants to kneel down from body to heart.

"Ah, it's a landmark." The boy replied, "It's basically useless to do a daily task or something."

Men seem to understand.

What the hell is here.

Why do people here have no sense of crisis.

All the faces were glowing red, as if they had never suffered from hunger and disasters.

Does this really exist now after the end of the world?

Or did he go to heaven?

"Go in and register." The young man pointed his finger at the extremely magnificent building. He shouldn't need to worry about it here. He lowered his head and glanced at the time, "I have something to do, let's go, bye."

Suddenly the boy disappeared before the man's eyes.

The man's eyes widened in shock.

Disappeared?

Yes……

god?

The solemn and solemn Civil Affairs Bureau building is like a palace created by gods in the eyes of men.

"Is this the beggar who emerged from that corner and was brought here by the Creator himself?"

Suddenly beside the man, the passers-by who passed him without even looking at him at first seemed to be filled with souls, and they all surrounded him.

"This body value, tsk tsk tsk, I'm afraid that one of my fingernails will fall and kill him."

"I heard that he had the cheek to beg the Creator to keep him. This kind of vicious person must have taken into account the kindness and gentleness of our Creator. It's really disgusting."

"The recent residents are really not as good as the next generation. This kind of rubbish dares to let our Creator lead the way. What's going on with the peasants outside? Why didn't he kill him, and let the Creator talk to him?"

Walking out of the civil affairs hall was a woman wearing black high heels and a small casual suit, with her hair tightly coiled behind her head. As she walked, she said, "Get out of the way, the Creator said, let him register."

The shrewd and capable woman squinted her eyes and looked at the man up and down, holding an electronic board for registration in her hand, and did not hide her disgust at all: "What's your name? Are you male or female? Where is your hometown? What is your registered permanent residence? Where? What are you doing here?"

The man has absolutely no idea what's going on, and he can't answer anything except name and gender.

"Tsk." The woman knocked on the electronic board, "Low class refugees."

The man dared not move.

Even though the people around him who didn't wear any protective clothing humiliated him unabashedly, the man clearly understood the difference in strength between himself and these people.

His intuition told him that he was like an ant in front of these people.

An ant suddenly stood shoulder to shoulder with a god, and he was naturally rejected as a different kind.

"Speaking of which, did the Creator step on that radish field today?"

Suddenly a voice fell, and everyone fell silent.

"Ah, I have something to do today, so I won't go shopping with you guys."

"I still haven't written the code, and I also..."

"I'm still standing in the shop, I..."

Everyone backed up while laughing, but at this moment, everyone frantically took steps and ran towards the direction the man came from.

"You are not allowed to run! No one should grab my carrot!"

"Idiots are waiting for you! That's the carrot that the city lord has touched!"

"Ahh, the bastard bullied me to wear high heels!"

The man looked at the chaotic scene with a confused face, while the woman from the Civil Affairs Bureau in front of him was proud, but she didn't make things difficult for him: "Don't be dazed, come to register, I hope you can contribute your strength to the Creator in the future. "

The man swallowed nervously.

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The mobile phone rang a reminder, and a slender and thin boy came out of the body sensor cabin. The boy's skin was sickly white due to long-term exposure to sunlight, and his soft hair was a little messy. It was obvious that he had trimmed it himself.

But the young man's delicate face made this mess appear somewhat cute.

He Fang stood in front of the mobile phone with some embarrassment. It displayed an unfamiliar number. He opened the delivery software and saw that the delivery boy had arrived downstairs at his house.

He Fang didn't want to have any verbal communication with the delivery staff, and kept staring at the ringing mobile phone in a daze until the other party hung up.

He Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Picking up the phone, He Fang forwarded the message that He Fang had resent countless times before.

I saw that the message said: You can just put the takeaway on the elevator. After putting it away, please send me a message on the platform to let me know.

Suddenly a voice message came from the other side, He Fang was taken aback, and clicked to listen.

"Hello, I've already got on the elevator, and it will be delivered to your door soon, can you go out and pick up the takeaway?"

Even after being transcribed by the mobile phone, the gentle and low-pitched voice of a real person appeared in the mobile phone. The voice of that person was so pleasant that it was like being kissed by a god on the throat. Just listening to the voice seemed to be able to outline a perfect meeting. The face loved by everyone directly hit He Fang's memory.

However, He Fang's eyes gradually became frightened.

This delivery guy again...

Why has this delivery man delivered his food for three consecutive days?Are all the other takeaways dead? !