Fast-passing push attack system

Jiang Chen couldn't say a word.So what if you say it?He couldn't hear it anyway.

Why is the sun so dazzling this spring, I can't keep my eyes open.

Wei Muhua's fate is relatively high.Before he went to the toilet, he put his bag on the sink outside.

This unconscious act saved his life.During the explosion, a partition collapsed and just pressed on him, playing an important protective role.

He had a lot of injuries, but nothing serious.But it was too close to the source of the explosion, and the huge shock and sound waves caused serious damage to his middle ear.After waking up in the hospital, he could only see the mouths of the doctors moving, asking him questions anxiously, but he couldn't hear them at all.

The phone was in the briefcase, ruined.Fortunately, he has the habit of carrying hundreds of dollars in cash and documents with him, and he is still alive.

Jiang Chen held his hand: "I'll go and return the painting, then let's go, okay?"

Wei Muhua carefully observed his mouth shape and nodded.He was just guessing what Jiang Chen meant.

"I'll be right back, you wait for me here, you must wait for me." Jiang Chen smiled and squeezed his hand.

Then he turned and walked away.As soon as he turned around, Jiang Chen's tears came, he blinked violently to take them back.He can't cry, and when the client can still laugh, he can't emit full negative energy even if he doesn't laugh along with him.

It's really hard work.

I heard that someone wanted to donate cultural relics, and a staff member of the Cultural Relics Bureau received him.The man looked at him as a college student, and didn't take him seriously at all: he thought that what Jiang Chen donated was only his family's ancestral relics, such as some unimportant plates and dishes.

The staff member—an uncle in terms of age—was a little bald, and his face always looked like he couldn't wake up.Jiang Chen observed it, it wasn't that he couldn't wake up, but that his eyes were too small and seemed to be unable to open them.He lazily took out a registration form and handed it to Jiang Chen: "Come, fill it out."

So Jiang Chen started to fill in.Every time he filled in an item, the uncle's eyes opened a little wider than before.

"Wait!" Before Jiang Chen could finish filling it out, the uncle's eyes had widened, "Yan Liben's "Picture of Emperors of Past Dynasties"! Boy, are you kidding me!"

"No." Jiang Chen looked at him innocently.

"But I heard that the painting has been kept in a museum in the United States. How did you get it?!"

"Well... Anyway, I got it. You just accept it, and the origin of the painting is not that important. I can assure you that it is not a fake."

"If it's genuine, it will be a rare event in the cultural relics world! I have to report to the leader first and contact the media..."

"... Just contact the media. I don't really want this matter to spread. Just accept the painting silently." After all, it is illegal income. If it is spread to Laomei, China will not be able to get down. .

The uncle's yelling shocked nearly one floor, and people from various offices came to watch.This time Jiang Chen felt cramped instead.

"Quick! Open the box, let's have a look first!" Everyone couldn't wait.

"It's not good to open the box without protective measures..."

"Just take a look, it's okay!"

Everyone was very excited, and Jiang Chen was also excited, his hands trembling when he opened the box.In fact, he secretly opened the box and looked at it in the dead of night, but he only dared to take a quick glance, because these thousands of years of cultural relics are extremely fragile, and the paper turns yellow and brittle, and there is a danger of damage if they are not careful.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for this historic moment.

The box was opened.Countless pairs of eyes stared at the bottom of the box.

However, the painting is gone.

Jiang Chen was stunned for a while, and the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head.Rushing to the heart is no longer enough to describe his state at this time, he felt like a sledgehammer hitting the sky cap with a "boom", half of the three souls and seven souls were blown away.

The people who were expecting so much turned into petrification in an instant, disappointed, shocked, confused, angry... All kinds of eyes almost drowned Jiang Chen alive.An invisible wall of pressure hit his head, Jiang Chen couldn't sit still anymore, he grabbed the box and ran away.

"Hey, wait..." The people who felt that they had been bullied were naturally furious.Fortunately, Jiang Chen ran fast, before they yelled a second time, he had already run out of the building.

"Go!" He grabbed Wei Muhua's wrist.The two of them ran all the way to the street, running for a long time before stopping.

At this moment Jiang Chen really wanted to dig a hole on the spot and bury himself.Nima!Not to mention the embarrassment of being thrown into outer space, the wish to realize the mission suddenly disappeared.The time limit is up soon, what kind of trouble is this going to be! ! !

"What happened?" Judging from Jiang Chen's expression, Wei Muhua understood that something was wrong.

"Why is my life so hard!!!" Jiang Chen, who was tortured to death, couldn't bear it anymore, and threw himself on his shoulder and howled dryly.After howling for a long time, I suddenly remembered something, opened the box, and sure enough, there was a small piece of paper folded into a square inside the box.

Expand it and take a look: "I gave up trying to kill you. Then I thought about it... Yes, the painting that was stolen from the museum in the legend is worth much more than you. You are only worth 25 US dollars. This painting is estimated to be worth more than you. Tens of millions. So I took the painting and left, no thanks."

I'm so crazy! ! ! !Jiang Chen's first reaction was to rub the paper into pieces, and then flew into a rage on the spot.The god damn bastard! ! !One day he will fall into his own hands, he must be chopped up and stewed to drink! ! ! !And it’s still simmering for days! ! !

God knows when he stole it. After spending so long in the hospital, Muller must have fled to the ends of the earth long ago!I can't even chase it back!Jiang Chen secretly scolded himself for being such a pig, why didn't he find a safe place to put his things before leaving?Can you trust the safe in the small hotel? !

But having said that, in this vast celestial dynasty, it is really hard to say where to put things is foolproof.

"Are you okay?" Wei Muhua handed over a small notebook and a piece of paper.

So far, it has been a complete failure, but there is nothing to do, there is still a wounded person beside him.Jiang Chen had no choice but to swallow all his troubles, forced a smile on his face, and wrote: "It's okay... I'll take you back to the hotel. You should have a good rest."

"The painting problem is solved?"

"Yes." Jiang Chen really felt bitter.

Although a discerning person could tell that this was not the truth, Wei Muhua didn't ask any further questions.The two returned to the hotel to rest their exhausted bodies and minds.Wei Muhua's body hadn't recovered at first, and he was still wrapped in many bandages. He lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Jiang Chen couldn't sleep, he stared at the ceiling in a daze.After staying for several hours, he fell asleep in a daze.

Then a voice suddenly sounded in his head, making him tremble with fright: [Ding~Host, please pay attention, there are still 24 hours before the end of the mission time limit, please hurry up. 】

24 hours... Hehe, but there is nothing I can do now.Clearly the mission is about to fail.

Jiang Chen turned over and looked at Wei Muhua quietly.The failure of the mission is also reasonable, but now he doesn't hate it very much.The reason why he can survive until today is largely due to his great fortune and destiny.The character value cannot be overdrawn without limit, just like a credit card, it must be paid back when it is used up.

What makes him unwilling is that there are still many things between him and Xiao Wei that he hasn't had time to do, but he can't stay for a moment longer.Even a week is fine, watch him go home safely, and take care of him until he recovers.Jiang Chen's greatest wish now is to hope that his hearing can be restored, and his life should not be left with such regrets.Then when the two of them are free, they go to sea and float carefree...

Unfortunately, he, Jiang Chen, is no longer the original Jiang Chen.In the beginning, he was pure to death, soiled to death, and he couldn't even kiss.After all, things are different.

Jiang Chen couldn't fall asleep anymore.He sat up, and the clock in the room showed that it was nine o'clock in the evening.He glanced at Wei Muhua again, and there were some words that he couldn't hear when he said them, and he couldn't write them in front of him.

Jiang Chen's heart moved, he put on his clothes and hurried downstairs.

Not far from the hotel, there is a fairly large supermarket.Jiang Chen took out a notebook from his pocket, and wrote down a few words.He wrote it very carefully and revised it several times before it was safely stored in the supermarket locker.

----

On the second day, even though he knew he was facing a fate of failure, Jiang Chen still had to pull himself together.

First, he had to accompany Wei Muhua to the hospital to get a good understanding of his injury; then, he had to send him to the plane before midnight.

Right now, the system master's requirements are no longer important, what is important are these two tasks.

The first mission was completed smoothly. Even though they had to queue for several hours to register in the imperial capital, the two of them endured it.

The doctor in the otolaryngology department asked about the medical history and checked it with an otoscope: "It is acute acoustic injury deafness."

"Is there any possibility of recovery?"

"It's hard to say," the doctor said vaguely. "It depends on the severity of the damage. Some can recover later, and severe cases can cause permanent deafness."

"What about him?"

"Uh... It's really hard to estimate the severity of the damage from the examination alone. We can only rest well and observe. Keep the ear canal dry and clean, take vitamin A and vitamin B, and it will slowly heal itself."

Jiang Chen heaved a sigh of relief, after all, there is still a possibility of recovery, and the possibility of recovery is even greater after seeing a doctor.

The pair then went to buy plane tickets - sadly, they were all sold out for the day.This was a huge blow, Jiang Chen tried hard and pestered the ticket seller for a long time, someone refunded the ticket and vacated a seat on the plane at 10:[-] am the next day.

Ah, although I can't watch him get on the plane, at least the air ticket issue has been settled, which is good.

"There's only one ticket, won't you go back?" Wei Muhua asked.

Jiang Chen pretended to be nonchalant and wrote: "It's okay, I'll leave later."

----

That night, the two returned to the hotel for the last night.

Jiang Chen was full of melancholy, not knowing how to explain that he was about to leave without saying goodbye.He was a little absent-minded in his thoughts, completely ignoring the danger lurking around him.

In fact, the danger was not directed at him.

He was so overwhelmed that he didn't pay attention at all. Mu Le only said that he would die if he gave up, but he didn't say that Wei Muhua would die if he gave up.

A hopelessly paranoid, his goals have shifted since the airport bombing.Jiang Chen was his prey, and was once defeated by him; but Wei Muhua once pointed a gun at his head, scaring him away.This is a great shame.He is bound to destroy people stronger than himself.

He lay in ambush on the roof of the opposite building and set up his sniper rifle.He didn't mind squatting here overnight until the next morning.

But God seemed determined to help him, at 23:45, Jiang Chen came downstairs alone.

With 15 minutes left to leave (and probably the end of everything), he couldn't stay upstairs even though he was trying to stay as calm as possible.He didn't want to suddenly disappear out of thin air while Wei Muhua was watching helplessly.That's enough to scare the living.

But his hope of being alone was in vain—within 5 minutes, Wei Muhua realized that he was missing, so he came downstairs.

So Jiang Chen tried his best to persuade him to go up.

Müller adjusted his sunglasses, held his breath, and held the gun as steady as he could.Without wind, the possibility of missing the target is almost zero.Helplessly, the two people in the scope are very close together, and it is almost impossible to hit only one of them.This is really annoying.

At this moment, Jiang Chen won.Wei Muhua turned around, it seemed that he was about to go upstairs.

Mueller's finger was lightly on the trigger.

The neon lights overhead just turned on.Jiang Chen raised his head, and happened to see a strange flash of light on the dark upstairs opposite.

Jiang Chen jumped up, desperately using his body to block the people behind him.He didn't think too much, his body made such a move ahead of his consciousness.

A flower of blood exploded on his chest.Jiang Chen fell down.

The world fell silent.Then the hotel receptionist's screams like killing a pig pierced the night sky: "Killer——"

Mueller frowned, bit his lip, and slowly lowered the gun.

Jiang Chen is still conscious.The bullet made a hole the size of a bowl in his chest, and blood flowed out.When he came back to his senses, he found Wei Muhua kneeling on the ground, lying in his arms.

He looked down at the wound on his chest.This time it's... hopeless.

With the last ounce of strength, he stuffed a note into Wei Muhua's pocket.

What Wei Muhua was saying must be something like "Hold on, I'll send you to the hospital right away", but Jiang Chen couldn't hear it, and didn't need to hear it.At this rate of bleeding, no one can last more than 10 minutes.

His face was cold, and he didn't know if it was tears or something else.

[Ding~ Attention the host, the mission time limit has expired.Sending will begin soon.Countdown, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...]

A white light flashed, and Jiang Chen disappeared.Wei Muhua stared blankly at the empty bosom, completely unresponsive.Which normal person can react?

The blood on his body was still warm.He stood up slowly and numbly. Several witnesses dared to step forward to help him, but he subconsciously avoided them.

He was completely unconscious and walked forward five or six meters like a puppet. With a "plop", something fell from the sky and landed less than three meters away from him.

It was a box, very similar in size to the one Jiang Chen had been carrying.He walked over and opened it, and there was a scroll of paintings inside—a painting he had seen in art textbooks in middle school.

By the way, Jiang Chen seemed to stuff a note over.He took it out and unfolded it, reading it by the light of the street lamp.There is also a strip of cipher paper rolled inside the note.

"Let's play a treasure hunt! Did you see that supermarket in the east? Cabinet No. 4."

This looks like a schoolboy trick, very childish.

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The next day, as soon as the supermarket went to work, Wei Muhua went there.

He swiped the code against the laser slot, and the cabinet bounced open.There is no "treasure" in it, just a piece of paper torn from a notebook:

"I know you must be wondering what's going on with me. I always disappear with a 'swish'. I'm sorry, 1 sorry, but I can't explain it well. In fact, I really hope that I can sit with you without thinking about anything. Go around the world in a boat. If I could do it... I would do it if I died.

We may never see each other again.The harm you suffered is all my fault, I hate that I can't make it up... Don't be angry if I say a few more nonsense... I hope you can find someone to settle down, it's uneasy to always be alone.That person better cook so you don't have to go to sea with a bunch of cans. "

The author has something to say: newly opened manuscript, type [system] [rebirth] [main attack] [entertainment circle], if you are interested, you can collect it.

But to be honest, I don't know how long this manuscript will be saved. I just released the copy first, so I won't threaten the progress of this article.