After the selection, the white light in the glass column converges, and finally a pair of football shoes that look quite old are presented.
【Name: Jazz Dance】
[Type: Armor] [Quality: Excellent] [Defense: Weak] [attribute: none] [Special effects: increase the limit speed of running, greatly reduce the energy consumption of long-term walking or running] [Remarks: This pair of sneakers belonged to an unprecedented winger. He was the first generation of European footballer and an excellent dribbling master. In his more than 30-year career, he has never been shown a red or yellow card. Another athlete known as the king of football once commented-“He is the one who taught us how to play football”. 】“It’s a good item… and there are no equipment requirements.” Feng Bujue said: “Even if you get stronger foot armor in the future, it can be sold at a good price.”
When he directly equipped the sneakers, he heard a system prompt: [When the part of the equipment contains “fashion peripherals”, you can choose your preferred appearance in the menu]
Feng Bujue checked it out. The meaning of this function is that players can choose to display the appearance of the sneakers that come with the system, or they can display the equipped shoes. When the mall opens in the future, there will be many fashion peripherals on the shelves. I believe that by that time, there should be many players who will be wrapped from head to toe in exotic costumes bought in RMB, not showing equipment, but showing their preference for styling.
But in the internal testing stage, when there is no mall, there are more people who choose to display equipment. This is actually a kind of vanity. People always like to show something that they have but others don’t. The envious eyes of others can bring a certain degree of satisfaction.
After tidying up the space, Feng Bujue disconnected the nerve connection.
After coming out of the game cabin, about two hours had passed in real time. At this time, the night was dark, the wind was howling outside the window, and there were no stars in the city sky. Of course, Feng Bujue rarely visited.
Young people in big cities, no matter whether they have to get up early the next day or not, seldom fall asleep before midnight. They would rather doze off on the crowded subway or bus at six o’clock in the morning than sacrifice their private life after get off work. time. Feng Bujue is a typical nocturnal person. He wakes up at noon every day and usually does not go to bed until nearly four o’clock at night. He thinks that the best time for inspiration is in the early hours of the morning.
But today, although there were still two or three hours before midnight, Feng Bujue suddenly felt the desire to create. He made a whole pot of coffee, sat down in front of the computer, and started typing on the keyboard.
His pen name is “Wujue”, and the novel he is serializing for a magazine is called “Second-Rate Detective and Cat”. In fact, he only wanted to write a story about a first-rate detective. But in his time, commercial novels had to be gimmicks, just like many comics used female characters to attract attention, the novel industry also had to follow the laws of the market, no matter how many years passed, people’s psychology of hunting for novelty and hunting for beauty will always be the same. It is a breakthrough.
When Feng Bujue was in poverty, he once had the idea of writing some pornographic novels. As a self-proclaimed artist, he could easily find characters who seemed to resonate with him spiritually, such as Miller (France Painters, who were forced to use sketches to change shoes, oil paintings to change beds, and painted some eclectic works to cater to bourgeois sensory stimulation) or Titian (well, this one is out of interest) .
In short, Feng Bujue finally compromised and added a gimmick so that he could write the detective stories he likes to write and is also good at writing. The setting of this “Second-Rate Detective and Cat” is nothing more than splitting a protagonist into two roles. Originally, the protagonist of this book should be a shrewd guy, but now, he has become a kind but incompetent second-rate detective. Until one day, he found that his cat can talk, and only he can understand it. Cats happen to have god-like reasoning ability…
The editor of the magazine also praised Feng Bujue, saying that he used this setting well, and the funny interaction between the protagonist and the cat in the novel can dilute the overall gloomy style of the detective novel. Feng Bujue also gradually discovered the benefits of writing like this, one is that it can buffer the tense plot, and the other is that it can make up the number of words…
In addition to this serialization, Feng Bujue is also writing a long story, which is the kind of published novel that can really make him some money as mentioned before. Originally, the creation of that book was almost completely stuck in a bottleneck, and he hadn’t started writing for a month in a row, but tonight, Feng Bujue was inspired again, and continued to pile up the story called “Nightmare Both Ends”.
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There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, when the sky was about to dawn, Feng Bujue saved the file, and finally stood up from the computer desk. He stretched, yawned and glanced at the time. It was already four in the morning. It’s forty. Feng Bujue just remembered that yesterday was Tomb-sweeping Day… Dream Company specially picked such a day to start the closed beta test of Horror Paradise, which can be regarded as a promotional method used by an online game that sells horror as its selling point.
Now that this point has been reached, the breakfast stalls outside the neighborhood should have been set up. Feng Bujue’s mind is still filled with various plots in the novel, and he is not tired at all. He decides to go out to eat something before going back to sleep.
He took the keys and some change (he only had change) and went downstairs. Fifteen minutes later, he was already on his way home with scallion pancakes and deep-fried dough sticks.
When I returned to the community, I could already see some elderly residents coming out for morning exercises one after another, or rushing to queue at the gate of the community hospital early.
Feng Bujue rarely had contact with his neighbors. He usually just fell asleep at this time. For him, the day doesn’t start until noon.
“Meow~” There was a black and white cat beside the road, and it called out to him when it passed by.
Feng Bujue stopped, looked at the cat for a few seconds, and confirmed, that’s right… Its eyes were fixed on the breakfast in his hand.
“I said you…” Feng Bujue came to the cat and knelt down, looked at the wild cat without a collar and said softly: “Do you also eat fried flour?”
“Meow.” The cat seemed not afraid of strangers at all, and this sound seemed to be answering “yes” at this moment.
“These days I only have vermicelli in clear soup to eat.” Feng Bujue said as he broke off a small piece of scallion pancake and handed it to the cat’s mouth: “This is the only thing I can buy with the last few dollars. Here it is, something oily and watery.”
The cat stretched its head forward a little, sniffed the food Wen Feng Bujue handed over, and then ate the scallion pancake in one gulp. It licked its tongue, and then gave another “meow~”, it seems This one bite is not enough.
Feng Bujue broke off another small piece of cake and gave it, “It doesn’t look cute at all, and it doesn’t look like a rare breed. How dare you beg for food from a strange human being directly, and you have to make an inch of it…” He taunted As he said that, he instinctively broke off the next piece of scallion pancake and delivered it quickly: “Go to the trash can for me seriously, bastard!”
Speaking of trash cans, Feng Bujue unconsciously raised his head and glanced at the three sorted trash cans in front of the apartment building. Those cup-shaped trash cans on all four sides were very tall, about 1.4 meters wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. If you want to jump in and look for things, you have to take advantage of the time when the trash can is full, otherwise you may be able to jump in but not climb out. If you are dumped into the garbage truck together, it will basically become a dead cat.
“Hey…” Feng Bujue sighed, and simply tore up half of the cake, sprinkled it on the palm of his hand, and stretched it out in front of the cat: “Actually, it’s not easy for you wild cats. , There was a cat hiding under a car to keep warm by the residual heat of the engine, and in the morning, when the unsuspecting owner started the car, it was run over to death.” He patted the kitten’s head, and said something, He prefers to talk to cats. Facing humans, Feng Bujue can’t say: “You stray cats can only live for three years on average. As for me, I might die suddenly due to an unknown brain disease at any time. Today we are destined… He took the remaining half of the cake, put it in his mouth and took a bite, then said vaguely: “…we can share the same cake, maybe we can be brothers in the next life…”
“Xiao Feng, is that you?” A familiar voice sounded from behind.
Feng Bujue turned his face away and saw his landlord aunt. The aunt’s surname is Liu, and she has been retired for five years. Her wife’s surname is He, and she is a retired cadre. Although Aunt Liu usually speaks a little aggressively, she is actually a nice person.
This Aunt Liu lives in the same building as Feng Bujue. She has three apartments under her name, and one is on the other side of the complex, which is also rented out. As for the two sets in this building, Aunt Liu thought the thirteenth floor was unlucky, so she lived on the eighth floor, and the other was rented to Feng Bujue for a long time.
“It’s really you, I’m still worried that I’ve identified the wrong person.” Aunt Liu was carrying a vegetable basket in her hand, and she must have just returned from the vegetable market: “The sun is really coming out from the west today, and I can see it early in the morning.” Are you going downstairs?” She turned her eyes to the little cat, and the topic changed: “I said Xiaofeng, it’s not the aunt who said you, how can you feed the wild cat, you feed it once today, tomorrow it will be here If five or six squats can emerge, aren’t you causing trouble to other neighbors?”
“It makes sense.” Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds, and replied, “It seems that there is only one way…” He held the breakfast in one hand, and picked up the dirty wild cat in the other, “Take it home and raise it .”
Aunt Liu was taken aback: “You really know how to make your own decisions, have you asked me?”
“Look… in this community, dogs can be raised, and this cat doesn’t go out…” Feng Bujue squeezed out a smiling face, trying to be cute.
“You really want to raise it?” Aunt Liu thought that Feng Bujue was just talking casually. Suddenly, her demeanor changed slightly, she looked at Feng Bujue’s face, then at the cat: “Hey… don’t tell me, you two really look alike.” Her eyes moved down a bit: ” And the cat is male too.”
The corners of Feng Bujue’s mouth twitched: “Auntie, there’s something wrong with the ‘also’ in your sentence…I’m a ‘male’…”
“Auntie doesn’t talk to you, you are a cultural person, but I am not.” Aunt Liu said: “Let me be clear first, you can raise this cat if you really want to, but your litter is already messy enough. Pay more attention to hygiene, most of the people in our building are elderly people, if anyone comes to me and tells me that your place smells…”
“I’ll cook it and eat it.” Feng Bujue snapped.
“Meow!” The little cat yelled dissatisfied in Feng Bujue’s arms as if he understood.
“Cook your head! You can’t cook it even if you cook it.” Aunt Liu said as she walked, “Let’s go…”
“Where are you going?” Feng Bujue asked.
“Go to the pet clinic in the community to vaccinate it.” Aunt Liu said, “What should I do if it has cat plague?”
“Uh…” Feng Bujue hesitated for a few seconds and said, “It’s like this…I have recently…”
“When are you short of money, kid?” Aunt Liu interrupted: “Okay, okay, Auntie will help you to pay for it first, and just give it back to me when paying the rent.” She just took a step, He stopped again: “Look at my brain, let me go upstairs and put the dishes down first.”
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When Feng Bujue returned home, it was already seven o’clock in the morning. Not only did he bring back a cat, but he also brought back sand trays, cat food, plastic bowls, toys, etc…
“Let’s not be brothers in the next life.” Feng Bujue held the little cat in front of his eyes: “You should reincarnate as a woman, and use your body to repay my kindness.”
“Meow.” The little cat yawned lazily, with a look of contempt on Feng Bujue.
While packing up his things, Feng Bujue pressed the answering machine, and the recording sounded: “You have, 1, a message.”
The dull voice was followed by a beep, and then Wang Tanzhi’s voice came from inside: “Brother Jue, are you still not answering the phone? It’s a day off today, so I’ll come to your house in the afternoon and bring you something nasty.” Eat, anyway, you are here, so it’s settled.”
At this time, the little cat jumped to the phone, stretched out its claws and scratched the buttons of the phone, then sniffed it with its nose, and then it seemed to lose interest, and jumped on the sofa to lie down.
“It’s as if I’m busy at home every day.” Feng Bujue murmured unhappily to himself, but in fact…he was very busy.
