Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer!

【Um?Why is the script of the 7 gods different from that of the beauties? 】

[Is everyone's script different, it just revolves around Sangzhen? 】

[Going back upstairs, I just went out to look for it, and it's the same copy of "Entertainment to Death". The anchor's script is the same as the Seven Gods' script, so it should only be the beauty's script that is different! 】

[What do you mean, the other players are all policemen catching tomb robbers, and only the beauty is an archaeologist? 】

【Wow, the beauty is the most special, very nice~】

[Handsome police officer x beautiful professor, I can! 】

【emmmm I have a bad association...】

The next day, Shen Qingcheng was woken up by his manager.

He lazily sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, covered his mouth and yawned, very insincerely, "I'm sorry."

The mean-looking woman in a professional suit got up from the ground and said angrily, "How dare you kick me!"

"I haven't woken up yet, who told you to lift the quilt? I didn't intend to sue you for professional harassment..." Shen Qingcheng tilted his head innocently.

The other party didn't get his permission to enter his room without permission, opened the curtains and pulled his quilt, how could a conservative person like him accept it?So take advantage of the trend and jio...

"Who wants to harass you!" The woman suppressed her temper and glanced at her wrist. "It's getting late, and the audience is waiting for the live broadcast. You can't bear the consequences if you delay."

If he hadn't gone to Sang Town to find Lu Qi, he really wanted to see if he could afford the consequences.

"Oh." Shen Qingcheng responded perfunctorily, got up and got out of bed, when the alarm clock pointer on the bedside just pointed to 11 o'clock.

Standing in front of the sink in the bathroom, he was stunned for a while.

It's so annoying, I don't want to go out without Lu Qi.

A woman's voice admonishing Xiaohong came from outside the door:

"Don't you want to live anymore? I asked you to help him work, not to watch him sleep until noon!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Miss Xiao..."

"What's the use of apologizing? You can only apologize with this mouth, and you won't wake him up, right?"

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, his clothes hadn't been changed yet, and the women in the room were still going on, Shen Qingcheng leaned against the door of the bathroom and knocked on the door frame, "I need to change my clothes, please go out and argue, thank you."

With her head down, Xiao Hong was dragged out of the door by Sister Xiao, and the door was closed with a "bang".

Sister Xiao pinched Xiaohong's chin and looked at her coldly, "Recognize your identity, what you should do and what you shouldn't do, I don't want to say it again."

It was a thin face, with sunken cheeks, which made the eye sockets appear very deep.What's even weirder is that in Xiaohong's two eyes, there are only two tiny pupils on the white eyeballs.

Xiaohong quickly lowered her head.

Half an hour later, Shen Qingcheng finally left the hotel room dawdly.

The manager, Sister Xiao, said that the live broadcast started from leaving the room. He paid special attention to whether there were people carrying cameras or aerial photography machines around him, but he found neither.

Apart from him and Xiaohong along the way, Shen Qingcheng saw no third person, the hotel reception was empty, and an open book was placed on the counter.

After staying with Lu Qi for a long time, Shen Qingcheng went over and picked up the book and flipped through it. The book was brand new, and there was no record on it, including himself.

There was a brand new van parked in front of the hotel. Seeing that he hadn't lifted his foot, Xiaohong mustered up her courage, "Then, that's the car to take you to Sang Town."

Shen Qingcheng turned his head sideways, but he didn't see the speaker's face, only the top of little red hair's dull hair.

He lifted his foot, and Xiao Hong hurriedly followed after dragging a suitcase several times wider than himself.

It's obviously a van, but the space inside feels inexplicably cramped after sitting in it. What's more interesting is that the front driver's and co-driver's seats are separated from the rear space.

Shen Qingcheng: "Who is driving?"

He suddenly startled Xiaohong, "Yes, it's the driver Sister Xiao is looking for."

Shen Qingcheng hooked his lips, showing an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. If you say there is a driver, there will be a driver. I won't expose you.

He held his chin and looked out the window. The film and television city was almost dead silent. The shops on both sides of the street were closed, and he couldn't find a place for lunch.

The van drove forward slowly, and it rained after a while. The pattering raindrops hit the streets and buildings of the film and television city, and hit the hotel where Shen Qingcheng stayed overnight.

The rainwater flowed through the vermilion exterior wall of the hotel. Gradually, the vermilion turned into a light red, and the light red became rough. The hotel's paper-pasted exterior wall collapsed, revealing the bamboo sticks inside.

This is a paper house for funerals.

……

Shen Qingcheng dozed off in the car, and when he opened his eyes again, Xiaohong told him that Sangzhen had arrived.

The van is parked at the bus station in Sang Town. This bus station is no more regular than in big cities. It is just a larger open space with a round flower bed in the middle. There is a bus parked on the side of the road, dressed in plain Sang Town Residents are queuing up to get on the bus.

After Shen Qingcheng got off the car, he went into a small shop on the side of the road to buy a bottle of water and inquired about the situation, "Sister, where do you have a place to stay?"

This small store is not big, with an area of ​​about ten square meters. There is a cash register next to the door, and there is an exquisite ceramic vase on it.

The eldest sister who looked after the store had big arms and a round waist, her shiny hair was combed back and tied behind her head. She sat behind the cashier counter with her shoe insoles on and didn't lift her head. "It's upstairs."

Shen Qingcheng: "This is the only place that provides accommodation?"

Eldest sister: "Yes."

Shen Qingcheng turned his head and said to Xiaohong who caught up out of breath: "Go upstairs and book a room. I'll go to the beef noodle restaurant opposite for lunch. Come and find me after you pack up." Then he lifted his feet and left.

There is a house for rent at the station, so if Lu Qi comes, they will definitely meet him.

As for the script, we'll wait until he's finished his lunch.

"Okay, okay." Xiaohong nodded again and again, she couldn't catch her breath and had to drag the suitcase to follow Shen Qingcheng's orders.

The entire bus station is in the shape of a "Y", and the beef noodle restaurant is on the small branch on the right side of the "Y".

There were two tables of guests sitting in the noodle shop, Shen Qingcheng glanced at the clock on the wall when he entered, it was less than two o'clock.

He walked to the seat not far from the two tables of guests and sat down, shouted inside, "Signboard, two two." Then he pulled out a napkin and began to wipe the table.

This is Shen Qingcheng's habit when eating out, no matter how hygienic the restaurant looks like, he will wipe the table with paper.

The table is a rectangular wooden table. Besides paper towels, chopsticks, vinegar, soy sauce, chili powder and salt are placed against the wall.

The containers for the latter are glass bottles and small porcelain jars.

Shen Qingcheng took a few more glances, and then looked away after the boss brought the noodles.

"Has your family gone to the river in the back mountain?"

"Go and go."

The guests at the two tables next to him suddenly started talking, Shen Qingcheng paused while eating the noodles, and then - "Suck".

"Well, is it the same as I said?"

"Hey, I've asked my wife to pick up quite a few of them, and I'm sure I'll gain a lot when it rains next time by the river."

"Then there are probably quite a few people with this idea in our town, and so does the owner of the shop I knocked on, hey!"

"Did you pick it up too?"

"Nonsense, if you don't pick it up, don't pick it up!"

"Then do you want to... take it for some money?"

"What's the hurry, the things I just picked up are too new, they will take a while, and we are not short of money now, so it's not bad to keep them as family heirlooms for future generations."

The conversation ended here, and then the two seemed to notice him, and they speeded up to finish eating, pay the bill and left.

The shopkeeper came out to clear the table.

He is a man in his 30s, with a very ordinary face, and chatting with him while tidying up, "Is the young man a foreigner?"

"No." Shen Qingcheng opened his mouth and said.

The shop owner looked back at him unexpectedly, "Your accent doesn't sound like a local."

Shen Qingcheng raised a bright smile, "Hey, my hometown is in the surrounding villages. When I was young, I went to the city to study with my parents, and I just came back now."

The shop owner didn't expect him to say that, he was a little speechless, and he said after a while, "A funny thing happened in the town recently,"

"Boss, I'm done." Shen Qingcheng put down the bowl and chopsticks, and wiped his mouth with a tissue, "It tastes good, the boss is good at cooking."

Shop owner: "..."

Shen Qingcheng: "8 yuan, right? I'll give it in cash."

After leaving the cash, Shen Qingcheng bid farewell to the store owner and left briskly. The man in the store picked up the banknotes on the table, and his face immediately sank.

After Shen Qingcheng came out, he walked around the flower bed in the middle of the station twice, and within 2 minutes, Xiaohong came out from an alley next to the small shop.

When someone came to him, Shen Qingcheng said, "You move very slowly."

Xiaohong immediately apologized in trepidation, "Yes, I'm sorry, I haven't done this before..."

Shen Qingcheng: "Take me for a walk around, I'll digest."

Xiaohong lowered her head and asked, "You, where do you want to go?"

Shen Qingcheng raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were meaningful, but he said: "Whatever."

Xiaohong led Shen Qingcheng towards the small branch on the left of the word "Y".

The buildings here look very new, and many stores have not been opened, like the newly planned area.

A road leads to a big mountain in the distance outside the town. Yellow wild chrysanthemums bloom on the side of the road, and the bitter fragrance floats into the nose.

Shen Qingcheng was walking on the road, sniffing the unique bitter fragrance of wild chrysanthemums, and saw an old lady with a basket walking towards her from a distance.

The old lady's pace was not slow, and she walked to him in a short while, her feet were unsteady, "Ouch!"

Shen Qingcheng heard the crisp sound of porcelain being smashed.

He bent down to help the old lady, but the old lady waved her hand vigilantly, "No, no, no."

Distress flashed across her face, she lifted the blue calico and looked inside the basket, her distress turned into flesh pain.

Soon the old lady got up from the ground and hurried away with the basket on her shoulders.

"Oh." He sighed deeply.

Xiaohong boldly asked: "You, why are you sighing?"

Shen Qingcheng: "As an artist, I feel deeply inadequate in my professional ability."

Look at the people in this town, they are all movie kings.

Xiaohong couldn't understand, "Then, shall we continue shopping?"

Shen Qingcheng laughed, "Go shopping, why don't you go shopping?"

The two then walked forward along the road, turned left at the end, and they circled behind the big mountain they had seen before, and the sound of gurgling water came into their ears.

A message notification sounded from the terminal, Shen Qingcheng didn't look at it for a while, but when he turned his head, Xiaohong disappeared behind him.

At the same time, Lu Qi also received a message on his terminal:

[The tomb thief repeatedly inquired about the whereabouts of the antiques, but was found out by the residents of Sang Town. The residents were filled with righteous indignation. The mayor organized the townspeople to arrest this little thief and teach him a lesson. Please go and help the residents of Sang Town. 】

Lu Qi's eyes sank after reading it.

If the tomb robber is just an NPC who guides the plot, it is impossible to cause the plot to change without the player's participation.

Then there is only one explanation, the tomb robber is a player.

He thought of Shen Meiren.

The author has something to say:

Lu Knight Qi is going to save Prince Shen!

Prince Shen: Hello Uncle Police~