Chapter 3972: There Are No Enemies Before, but There Are Tears Behind Bars.

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If I were an ordinary person, I must have been taken away by a dump truck just now. Even in my dream, I didn't want to be hit and killed by this thing.

In contrast, I suddenly found that Mazda's car is a bit cute. At least people know how to brake, while dump trucks only know how to hit people.

Is it my fault for standing in the middle of the road?

It's the dump trucks that are so rampant at night. When they turn on their high beams and take off their signs, they are loaded with construction waste and turn the steering wheel that their relatives don't recognize. They are the masters of the city late at night. Even the saviors can't afford to offend them, so they can only moisturize them.

Watching the dump truck with Chinese characteristics whizzing away, I breathed a sigh of relief, smashed it a few times, and sighed.

And then found out...

Unexpectedly, there was no trace of remembrance, let alone the slightest emotion of returning home. There was no fluctuation in my heart, but my first reaction just now was to complain about the dump truck.

I couldn't help but feel very ashamed in my heart, and I felt a bit anxious and uneasy about being a Japanese traitor.

It’s such a disgrace to those who travel through time. When people arrive in another world, they wish they could transfer the characteristics of the entire Celestial Dynasty there and undergo a comprehensive transformation from material to spiritual aspects. On the contrary, I have been completely assimilated into the other world and been corrupted by the sugar-coated bullets and gentle traps there. When I came back today, I only had a boring feeling that was half familiar and half unfamiliar.

The first thing that came to mind was to end this trip to the sea clan as soon as possible and return home to stay with the girls.

Forget it, it's just a fantasy.

Now that we have figured out which side is our home, there is one thing we should do as a matter of course, which becomes less important.

Figure out where you are now, then remember where your home is, and... go home.

I'm so unfamiliar with my home. I don't even know where the address is, let alone any roommates I don't have.

But, having said that, since I'm back, it's rare to come back, and it's probably just this opportunity. Even if it's just an illusion, I can't just spend it in a daze.

I don’t know how many days I will stay. The ceremony in Eria said it was about five days, but based on my own PTSD about the illusion...ah, I should say it is an in-depth study. Five days in reality, I am afraid here. I don’t know if it will be extended to more than ten days, or even several months.

Nothing else, the fantasy only has the function of extending time, otherwise who would care?

So, I can’t stand on the road or on the side of the road and wait for dozens of days or months, or wait for a novice dump truck driver to send me away?

Hey, it’s all coming, right, right, it’s all coming.

Just one word, wave, travel.

Set the tone, make the point clear, what else is there to think about? No, then, let’s aim for the neon dimming deep in the city.

Almost forgot.

I quickly took a look at myself and saw that it was a pair of crisp plaid short-sleeved work pants. The service in this illusion can be said to be very attentive. Coupled with the ordinary appearance, it is no wonder that it did not attract more attention from passers-by.

Not only that, even the body shape has changed a lot. After time travel, due to constant training, the body has grown a lot taller. Naturally, it cannot be compared with barbarians, but at least among a group of Spartan warriors, Among the adventurers who serve as templates, they are not too short. What impressed me most is that when I first met Sister Sharna, I was a little shorter than her, but later on I was half a head taller than her.

Probably over 1.9 meters tall? This is not the main thing. I heard that elementary school students are already 1.9 meters tall. It is mainly due to decades of physical training. Those hard muscles are not conspicuous in the Dark Continent, but it is indeed a bit inconsistent here. It is inappropriate. A muscular man from a real hot-blooded fighting comic.

After looking around for a few times, I realized that the hard muscles I had exercised for decades had shrunk. The eight-pack abs were still there, but they were not exaggerated. I guess they were only at the level of a gym expert. He has also become shorter. If you put his physique in an adventurer's bar, it would be no different than if you were standing in the wind. Even mages dare to roll up their sleeves and reveal their bulging biceps to laugh at themselves.

It's a bit real, a bit too real. I frowned. Although the change in physique makes me less noticeable, which is the result I want, but... is this illusion too... too detailed?

It's just a fantasy for you, why don't you go to all the trouble to make me a transparent person?

Emma, ​​don't worry, it's all over.

I quickened my pace and walked through the dazzling streets. The tall young lady outside the clothing store ignored me. The cute girl in the milk tea shop couldn't stop me, but I was almost sucked in by the uncle at the barbecue restaurant. Damn it.

With the remaining keen sense of smell, he suddenly turned right on the bustling street. The light source separated the streets and alleys. The noise seemed to be left behind, and the light dimmed suddenly.

That’s it!

I felt refreshed and plunged deeper into the alley. Behind the flickering lampposts, there were some women with heavy make-up hiding. They puffed out smoke rings, crossed their fingers in this direction, and called out affectionately. .

"Beautiful boy."

No, no, Auntie, don't do this. The child is still young and cannot see this.

I walked through this tortured road in a hurry, and out of the corner of my eye I caught a half-lit sign saying "Computer Repair". Under the sizzling sound of fluorescent lights, there was a dark and narrow staircase leading to the basement.

When I got here, I stopped my hurried steps and listened to the faint noise coming from the basement. I smiled with pride and realized that my sword is still young.

Found you, Black Internet Cafe.

Ah, no, I, the savior of the house, finally came back. Of course, the first thing I did was surf the Internet. Otherwise, what do you think, looking for those old aunties outside? Taking a step back and leaving aside the girls, isn’t the women’s street delicious?

"Boss, get on the plane and ask for a quieter one."

A middle-aged man with yellow hair and a bit of a ruffian touch casually pricked the bucket of instant noodles with his chopsticks, glanced at him from the corner of his eye, curled his lips, and spoke a series of words in a professional manner.

"Unit No. 99, deposit of 100 yuan, 5 yuan per hour, 25 yuan for the night from 12 to 8 o'clock."

I subconsciously looked into the inventory and was stunned for a moment, then for a moment.

I was stunned for a moment, but suddenly thought of something - can I settle the bill with gold coins? Or maybe gems?

The second moment was when he realized that the inventory... was gone.

Good guy, you don’t have to worry about it now, but I have to complain that this illusion experience is terrible.

After calming down, I reached into my pocket, fiddled with it, and took out a brand new hundred-yuan bill. I blew on it, flicked my fingers, and handed it to the other person gracefully.

Hey, you can imagine me, and I can imagine you. Let’s all create illusions together, like matryoshka dolls. We can all use matryoshka dolls.

I turned on the phone, found the familiar icon and clicked it gently to enter the familiar screen. My expression gradually became ferocious.

It's late at night and it's time to kill everything.

Profession? Of course I chose the one I am most familiar with...the wizard.

What is a druid? I have never played this rubbish profession.

Damn it, HD Akara! The nagging look can be said to be very restorative.

Who is this old drunkard? Red-haired Spartan? It makes me laugh so hard, screenshots.

Qiaxi...that's weird, you said it's already high definition, so why can't you provide a function to adjust the viewing angle? I have no other intention, I just want to try the quality and finish of this game, see how serious the mold wear is, and prepare to criticize it.

What about Kane? Oh, now that I think about it, I still need to save him.

Kid...it's time to go out and get some money and buy (gamble) a camp graduation outfit.

I quickly turned around and went out, passing by the Evil Cave without even looking at it. My great savior came here and got on this machine, not for anything else, just to prove——

Even if I can't beat the Three Demon Gods in reality, at least I can still beat them in the game.

When we arrived at the Cold Plains, hey, I know this place very well. I know it so well that I can find the way with my eyes closed. Look, look, isn't this the exit...eh...eh...ah? Why did my witch die? !

Blood Crow and I are inseparable!

I forgot to click on the teleportation station, but everything was in my plan. Akara was right, the corpse is very bad when it gets angry, and it occupies the cave and won't poop. The three demons need to wait for a while, I have to punish it. .

After leveling up and gaining skill points, I first ordered the Ice Encapsulation Armor, which instantly gave me a sense of security. Then I killed the Blood Crow, hired an Ice Arrow Girl, and went all the way to the Stone Wilderness.

Remember...the mission to save Kane seems to be here?

Forget it, Kane and I are not familiar with each other, so the identification scroll is enough.

The process went smoothly, but I didn't know why, but good stuff never came out, and finally I got a piece of golden equipment from Sister An.

Could it be that he was infected by luck in real life? Gee, I should have chosen the barbarian and named him Seattle.

Me: Next, it’s time to save Horadric.

Duriel: Next, it's time to slay the witches.

I was fully immersed in the game, time flew by quickly, and in a blink of an eye I had arrived at the model worker’s territory.

Model workers, model workers, it’s time to give them something good.

I let out a wailing cry like a non-chief. Logically speaking, by this point in the game, I should have been wearing primary gold equipment, mixed with one or two pieces of green dark gold. Why on earth, why am I so blue? It's even a little white.

Why is this ghost game so realistic?

Amidst the wailing of countless fierce souls, the model worker fell in front of the blood pool, and the equipment exploded all over the ground. After looking at the condition, my face instantly stretched.

"There is a magic bead here." Someone pointed out from the side, and I saw it too. I quickly picked it up, slapped the identification scroll up, and the attributes suddenly appeared.

"Good thing, you can graduate on normal difficulty." The voice just now said again.

I was a little dissatisfied at that time, how can you understand better than me? I am afraid of scaring you when I say this. I have been fighting these monsters and monsters in this crappy game for decades with these crappy gadgets.

No one knows this game better than me!

After taking a look at the attributes of the magic orb, there are 2 ice, 3 heating, and 2 fireballs. It also comes with an additional ten points of mana. It is indeed a first-world mage graduation outfit.

"Exit and save, be careful that the crash equipment will be gone." The voice sounded again. Although I was unhappy, it was true, so I obeyed.

As soon as he exited the game screen, his shoulder was pressed down gently by a powerful hand.

Looking back, the person holding out his hand was an old man with a Chinese character face, a strong build, short hair and thick eyebrows, exuding a capable aura. It was probably him who had spoken just now, and it was hard to tell that he was a member of the same profession.

Behind him was the owner of Huangmao Internet Cafe with an inexplicably angry look on his face, pointing directly at me as if he owed him money.

"Ah, SIR, that's him. I could tell at a glance that he was up to something, and it was indeed true. This guy used counterfeit coins!"

"This is the situation. Comrade, please cooperate with the investigation and come back to the station with us."

Skillfully flashing the certificate, the big hand on the shoulder increased the strength. The uncle seemed to be loose, but in fact his body was secretly accumulating vigilance. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I clearly saw a shadow shaking at the only entrance and exit.

I:"……"

This broken illusion...

not yet! waived! have! point! too! real! Reality! Got it! Bar! ! !

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