How to file a resignation with Gin

Natsuki Hojo clicked on a few stickers with familiar nicknames, and glanced at them at random—the countless slang words, "Brother, you love him so much" and "Schoolbag, you love him so much" all over the screen are impressive. Very confused...

He frowned, flipped through some posts, and was shocked to find that he might be living in a game as an NPC character.

The evidence is those high-definition game CGs, trading scenes, daily conversations, and snowy night long streets. He has no relevant memories at all, but the person in the pictures is the real "Natsuki Hojo".

...isn't it?

The world view was hit hard, and he was stunned.

After being at a loss for a moment, Hojo Natsuki came back to his senses, holding his chin and thinking about countermeasures.

I first tried several conventional forced deletion methods, as well as a forced cleanup program written by myself, but it didn't work at all.This player forum has no entity, cannot be recognized by the program, and cannot be parsed at all, just like a ghost.

It was so anti-scientific that Xia Shu had to face it squarely.

First determine authenticity.

The first post I just looked at already gives enough information:

[-]. There is a date in the screenshot given in the follow-up post, which happens to be today.

[-]. The surname of the object of this transaction is Takemoto.

[-]. The other party may have installed a bomb in the power distribution room.

—Maybe... give it a try?

This may be a well-designed trap, but after the shock, Xia Shu really became excited.

He hates repetitive, mechanical, and boring jobs that don't require creativity and imagination, so he is always bored. Even if he can handle it perfectly, he doesn't want to take it at all. Boredom is of course one of the important factors for resignation.

Curiosity made him visibly perk up, anticipating what would happen next.

The car slowly stopped beside a building, dazzling neon lights circled the European-style building, and the entrance of the hall was resplendent.

The parking boy graciously helped them park the car, and Hojo Natsuki followed behind Qin Jiu, and under the guidance of the waiter, he turned around and entered a box.And the guests are already waiting in the private room,

When he opened the door, he smiled eagerly at Gin: "Long time no see, Mr. Gin."

Hojo Natsuki had never been involved in this business, so he had some impressions of this customer wearing a brown striped bow tie. He had always had a good memory, and within a few seconds he recalled seeing him at a Chiyoda charity auction.

This person is indeed as stated in [Player Forum], his surname is Takemoto, and he is an entrepreneur.

By playing Texas, the conversation progressed in an orderly manner, and the atmosphere alone could tell that both parties to this business were quite satisfied.

Hojo Natsuki was wandering, scratching his heart and lungs, trying to find an excuse to leave so that he could check the electric box.

Before the community cards were turned, Takemoto pushed all the chips: "This puts me allin."

Qin Jiu nodded, and then pushed all the chips in front of his elbows to the middle of the red velvet table: "Follow."

He has an A of clubs and a 10 of clubs.

Hojo Natsuki raised his eyes to see the croupier turn over the remaining three community cards one by one. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but looked carefully at the other party's gloves and cuffs without looking at the cards.

Club J, club Q, club K.

Gin pressed A and 10 of clubs onto the table, and raised a short-stemmed glass filled with ice-orange liquor.

"Unfortunately, I thought I was sure to win." The confident smile on Takemoto's face faded, he shook his head with regret, and threw away the two cards in his hand, "Four of a Kind."

"Royal Flush." ​​Vodka immediately cheered, "Brother is amazing."

Takemoto pretended to sigh, "It's because I'm not as skilled as others."

Gin still had that noncommittal expression, his green eyes staring at Takemoto, who was flamboyant in acting.

The other party wasn't embarrassed, and after flattering him, he casually said, "It's not a big game, even though you're allin and you don't have much money, why don't you give Mr. Gin some interesting gifts?"

It was waiting here.

Hojo Natsuki sat drinking expressionlessly, but couldn't help laughing in his heart.

The croupier's skill in changing cards just now is really good, and he can be regarded as a top player in the industry. I don't know if Gin can see it - even if he sees it, he just doesn't care.

"The degree is very high." Qin Jiu frowned at him.

"……Hey?"

Hojo Natsuki's movements stopped, and the ball of ice made a tinkling sound in the glass.

He said, "Don't drink."

Hojo Natsuki didn't really drink, but used the act of drinking to cover up his expression.But the boss said so, he put down the glass obediently, and his hand was empty.

So he blinked blankly, just in time to catch the fleeting smile on the corner of Qin Jiu's mouth.

... Gin seems to be smiling?why are you laughing?

Before he could think about it, Mr. Takemoto's "gift" arrived.

It was a blond beauty, her high-heeled shoes made the floor crisp and sound, her hot body was wrapped in a semi-opaque white shirt and miniskirt, her pupils were beautiful blue-gray.

Gifts or gifts are all too common here.

The beauty looked very winking, and walked slowly, bowed slightly towards the gin, and said softly: "Sir, just call me Belianna."

The voice is soft and melodious, with a catchy ending.

And Gin didn't speak, resting his slender fingers on the edge of the wine glass, he glanced at Hojo Natsuki who was distracted—as if he was sitting upright and indifferent, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

He was thinking about that weird player forum.

It cannot be deleted, and there is no warning about the opportunity of binding. Could it be a conspiracy by a hostile organization?Is it necessary to spend so much time dealing with a member without a code name?

Belliana sat down beside him and poured wine and fruit.

Seeing Gin's expressionless face, but showing no sign of disgust, Takemoto calmly let out a sigh of relief.

Hojo Natsuki became more and more uninterested, his mind had already drifted to the main electrical box, and he was so bored that he sketched the floor plan of the underground casino in his brain based on his memory.

"Di-di-di-"

The alarm that the phone forgot to cancel rang.

His alarm and ringtone are the same default ringtone.Hojo Natsuki made an apologetic gesture logically, pretended to go out to answer the phone, and then left with a brisk foot.

The members stationed at the door of the power distribution room recognized him, and seeing his sullen and serious appearance, they didn't dare to stop him at all.

Natsuki Hojo took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on. With the help of auxiliary equipment, it didn't take long for him to find a bomb hidden deep in the intricate wires.

Judging from the initial specifications of the appearance, it is indeed only the level of destroying the electric room.He should immediately reprimand these members for their dereliction of duty, and wonder if any of them cooperated with Takemoto Riyo...

But Natsuki Hojo thought for a moment, just took off the frame slowly, and left as if nothing had happened.

Compared with the boring and meaningless job, he is more looking forward to what happens after he chooses to let it go.

The bomb goes off and chaos ensues?What is this forum trying to guide him to do?

Hojo Natsuki dodged into the corner of the corridor, and clicked on the forum app on the screen.

[Homepage], the post is automatically refreshed, only the floating content on the first page is displayed, and there is no search function.

Try to use the crawler to grab the field... Well, the anti-crawling technology of this APP is very powerful, and it can't catch it at all.

[Post], the input box can be clicked normally, but the send button is grayed out and cannot be used.

[My] The following three lines are [Post Record], [Reply Record], and [Private Message].

Select to view [post records], sorted by time.

[Help] Why did the kid named □□ give me flowers? Is this a plot point?

【Help】□□Call me "Don't die", does it mean death FLAG? help, save QAQ

……

The harmonized □□ should be a personal name.

Hojo Natsuki tried to click on the post, and a line popped up [Insufficient level, no right to view].

Interesting, the reason for restricting permissions is [Insufficient level]?

Can it be upgraded?

He went to look at the [Reply Record] and [Private Message] at the back, and it was so excessive that the whole area was covered with mosaics, and the prompt of insufficient level also popped up after clicking.

After checking a few strategy posts on the homepage, he has a general understanding of how the game is played.

With Japan as the background, the main line is the duel between the red side (police, detective) and the black side (organization).

It is a stand-alone game, not connected to the Internet, but there are team mode and single player mode.

Players draw character cards of different forces, complete related tasks, explore the plot, and the ultimate goal is to help their camp win.

...But there are also some people who play faction confrontation as a game of knocking CP to find candy.

For example, this hot post on the homepage.

[CP Qinshu] Today's New Sugar Express [Candy] [Envelope] You are my exclusive love letter [Envelope] [Candy]

[Lord | Love Letter Parade: I have gathered my family members, and it’s me again, I’ll show you the new candy I got with my black square card (the dog’s head is holding a rose]

【1L: Sofa! 】

[2L: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

[3L: Live broadcast! !Great! ! 】

[Landlord|Love Letter Parade: Come on, let's start with the follow-up from last time.

Timeline: In the first 8 years of Conan, Xiaoshu just returned to Liben at the age of 17, and Aqin was 21.

A group of organizational talents graduated and returned, and then the code members held a meeting and competed.

Ah Qin frowns and flips through the resumes, throwing away one after another, as ruthless as a shredder.

In the end only the saplings remained.

"I want him."]

[Old Landlord|Love Letter Parade: The picture above, please help me take it down so as not to be screened (game screenshot.jpg)]

"Gin Jiu holds a thin resume, and the one-inch ID photo in the upper right corner shows a handsome and handsome black-haired boy.

Crooked eyes, smiling lightly. "

Hojo Natsuki would never fail to recognize himself.

The high-definition screenshots are as beautiful as a movie screen, which is not at the level that can be captured by pirates or surveillance.

His faith was slightly shaken.

[5L: Ah Xun! !Love letter is amazing with you! ! ! 】

[11L: Modamadamadamaduo (loud) Go on! 】

[19L: Daily sigh, big brother, you love him so much]

He couldn't laugh or cry, what is this all about?

It is obviously a very common thing, but it becomes completely different when interpreted by the love brain.

[Landlord|Love Letter Parade: A good thing I found today! !

The timeline is the appearance of Xiaoshu returning to Liben for more than a year?

Look, the little tree wearing Aqin's coat——!It's as if I haven't woken up in a daze! (game screenshot.jpg)

Don't say you can't recognize Ah Qin's clothes, all of you will be fired and dealt with by Fen Ji, thank you]

"Natsuki was wrapped in an oversized black windbreaker, curled up on the stairs with her drooping forehead, her face was pale and tired, as if she was waiting for someone.

The sunset light gilded his silhouette. "

[55L: Pinching? This is fragile, Niu Zibang, my family members]

[56L: I drop my schoolbag! !Take your schoolbag with your mother!How can mom live without you——! (crying loudly)]

[65L: Brother, you love him so much...]

Hojo Natsuki originally had a smile on his lips, but when he saw this photo, his first reaction was that he didn't know why—when did it happen...

A few seconds later, he recalled the scene where this happened, and the faint smile quickly faded from his face.

He closed the phone expressionlessly.