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- After the selection is completed, white light converges in the glass column, and what finally appears is a pair of football shoes that look quite ancient.
¡¾Name: Jazz Dance¡¿
¡¾Type: Armor¡¿
¡¾Quality: Excellent¡¿
¡¾Defense: Weak¡¿
¡¾Attribute: None¡¿
[Special effects: Increase the limit speed of running, greatly reduce the physical energy consumption of long-term walking or running]
¡¾Note: This pair of sneakers belongs to an unprecedented winger. He is the first generation of European Footballer and an outstanding dribbling master. In his more than thirty-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." ¡¿
"The stuff is pretty goodand there are no equipment requirements." Feng Bujue said, "Even if I get stronger foot armor in the future, I can still sell it for a good price."
When he directly equipped the sneakers, he heard the system prompt: [When the equipment part contains "fashion peripherals", you can choose your preferred appearance in the menu]
Feng Bujue checked it. 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 also display the equipped shoes. When the mall opens in the future, many fashion peripherals will be put on the shelves. I believe that by then, there will be many players who will be covered from head to toe in fancy clothes bought with RMB, not showing their equipment, but showing their preference for style.
But during the closed beta phase, when there was no mall yet, more people chose to display their equipment. This is actually a kind of vanity. People always like to show something they have but others don¡¯t. The envy and jealous eyes of others can bring a considerable 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 rarely fall asleep before midnight regardless of whether they have to get up early the next day. They would rather doze off in a crowded subway or bus at six in the morning than sacrifice the things that belong to them after get off work. time. Feng Bujue is a typical example of a nocturnal person. He wakes up at noon every day and usually doesn't go to bed until nearly four o'clock at night. He believes that the early morning is the best time for him to be inspired.
But today, although there were still two or three hours until midnight, Feng Bujue suddenly felt the desire to create. He made a full pot of coffee, sat down in front of the computer, and started typing on the keyboard.
His pen name is "Bujue", and the novel he is serializing for the magazine is called "The Second-rate Detective and the Cat". In fact, he originally just wanted to write a story about a first-rate detective. But in his day, commercial novels had to have some gimmicks. Just like many comics use female characters to attract attention, the novel industry also had to follow the laws of the market. No matter how many years have passed, people's curiosity for novelty and beauty will always remain the same. It's a breakthrough.
When Feng Bujue was in poverty, he once had the idea of ??writing some erotic novels. As a self-proclaimed artist, he could easily find characters who seemed to resonate with him spiritually, such as Miller (France). A painter who was forced to trade sketches for shoes and oil paintings for beds due to life constraints. In order to cater to the sensory stimulation of the bourgeoisie, he also painted some sexy works) or Titian (ok, this is just out of interest) .
In short, Feng Bujue finally compromised and added gimmicks so that he could write the detective stories he liked and was good at writing. The setting of this book "The Second-rate Detective and the Cat" is just to split the protagonist into two characters. Originally, the protagonist of this book was supposed to be a shrewd guy, but now, he has become a kind but incompetent second-rate detective. Until one day, he discovered that his cat could talk, and only he could understand it. Nekomata happens to have god-like reasoning abilities
The editor of the magazine also praised Feng Bujue, saying that he used this setting well. 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 advantages of writing this way. First, it can buffer the tense plot, and second, it can make up the word count
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 I didn't write it for a month. But tonight, Feng Bujue got inspiration again and started to continue to pile up the story called "Two Ends of the Nightmare".
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After a night of silence, the next morning, when it was almost dawn, Feng Bujue saved the document and finally stood up from the computer desk. He stretched, yawned and glanced at the time.??It's already four forty in the morning. Feng Bujue then remembered that yesterday was Tomb-Sweeping DayDream Company specifically chose this day to start the closed beta test of Horror Park. It could be regarded as a promotional method used by an online game that uses horror as its selling point.
Since we have reached this point, the breakfast stall outside the community should also be set up. Feng Bujue's mind was still filled with various plots in the novel, and he was not tired at all. He decided to go out to eat something and then come back to sleep.
He took the keys and some change (he only had change) and went downstairs. Fifteen minutes later, he was on his way home with scallion pancakes and fried dough sticks.
When we returned to the community, we could already see some elderly residents coming out for morning exercises, or rushing to the community hospital early to queue up.
Feng Bujue rarely has contact with his neighbors. At this time, he is usually just asleep. For him, the day only begins at noon.
"Meow~" There was a small black and white tabby cat on the roadside, and it meowed at him as it passed by.
Feng Bujue stopped, looked at the cat for a few seconds, and confirmed, yes its eyes were staring at the breakfast in his hand.
"I'm talking about you" Feng Bujue came to the cat and squatted down. He looked at the wild cat without a collar on its neck and said softly: "Do you also eat the fried flour?"
"Meow." This cat seems to be completely unafraid of strangers, and this sound seems to be answering "yes" at this moment.
"These days, I only have clear soup noodles 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. There's something oily and watery here."
The cat stretched its head forward a little, sniffed the food Feng Bujue handed him, and then ate the scallion pancake in one bite. It licked its tongue, and then said "meow~" again. It seemed that This bite is not enough.
Feng Bujue broke off another small piece of cake and gave it to it, "It doesn't look cute at all, and it doesn't look like a rare breed. How dare you directly ask for food from a strange human being, and you have to go above and beyond" he mocked. While talking, he instinctively broke off the next piece of scallion pancake and quickly went to it: "Go and dig through the trash can seriously, you bastard!"
Speaking of trash cans, Feng Bujue unconsciously glanced up at the three classified trash cans in front of the apartment building. Those cup-shaped trash cans with four sides were very tall, about 1.4 meters tall, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. If a cat were If you want to jump in and dig things out, you have to do it when the trash can is full, otherwise you may jump in and be unable to climb out. If it is dumped into the garbage truck together, it will basically become a dead cat.
"Hey" Feng Bujue sighed, simply tore up half a piece of cake, sprinkled it on his palms, and stretched it out in front of the cat: "Actually, it's not easy for you wild cats. I heard that in winter, in our community, , there was a cat hiding under a car to keep warm by the residual heat of the engine. In the morning, when the unknowing owner started the car, it was crushed to death." He touched the kitten's head and said something, He preferred to talk to the cats. Facing humans, Feng Bujue couldn't say anything: "You stray cats can only live an average of three years. As for me, I might die suddenly from an unknown brain disease at any time. Today we are destined "He took the remaining half of the cake, put it into his mouth and took a bite, and then said vaguely: "We can eat the same cake together, maybe we can be brothers in the next life"
"Xiao Feng, is that you?" A familiar voice sounded from behind.
Feng Bujue turned around and saw his landlady. The aunt's surname is Liu and she has been retired for five years. Her wife's surname is He and he is a retired cadre. Although Aunt Liu usually speaks a little harshly, she is actually quite a nice person.
This Aunt Liu lives in the same building as Feng Bujue. She has three apartments in her name, one of which is on the other side of the community and has been rented out. As for the two apartments in this building, Aunt Liu thought the thirteenth floor was unlucky, so she lived on the eighth floor, and the other one was rented to Feng Bujue for a long time.
"It's really you. I was worried that I had recognized the wrong person." Aunt Liu was holding a vegetable basket in her hand. She must have just come back from the market: "Today, the sun is really shining in the west. You can actually see it so early in the morning. Are you going downstairs?" She turned her attention to the little tabby cat and changed the topic: "I said Xiao Feng, it's not the aunt who said you, how can you feed a wild cat? If you feed it today, you will feed it here tomorrow. If five or six of them come out to squat, aren't you causing trouble to other neighbors?"
"It makes sense." Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds and replied: "It seems there is only one way" He held breakfast in one hand and picked up the dirty wild cat in the other, "Take it home and raise it. .¡±
Aunt Liu was startled: "You really know how to make your own decisions. Have you asked me?"
"Lookwe can keep dogs in our community, but this cat doesn't go out"?I unconsciously put on a smile, trying to look cute.
"Do you really want to support me?" Aunt Liu originally thought that Feng Bujue was just talking casually. Suddenly, her expression changed slightly. She looked at Feng Bujue's face and then at the cat: "Hey don't say it, you two really look alike." Her eyes moved down a little further: " And this cat is also male.¡±
The corners of Feng Bujue¡¯s mouth twitched: ¡°Aunt, there¡¯s something wrong with the word ¡®ye¡¯ in your sentence I¡¯m a ¡®man¡¯¡±
"Auntie, I won't talk to you. You are a cultured person, and I am not." Aunt Liu said, "Let me make it clear first, you can raise this cat if you really want to, but your nest is already messy. You have to pay more attention to hygiene. Most of the people in our building are elderly. If anyone comes to me and says your place smells"
"I'll cook it and eat it." Feng Bujue said quickly.
"Meow!" The little cat seemed to understand and barked dissatisfiedly in Feng Bujue's arms.
"Cook it! Even if you cook it, you can't cook it." Aunt Liu stepped forward and said as she walked: "Let's go"
"Where to go?" 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, "That's rightI have something on hand recently"
"When have you ever been short of money?" Aunt Liu interrupted: "Okay, okay, I'll help you cushion it first, and just give it back to me when you pay the rent." She just took a step forward, He stopped again and said, "Look at my brain, let me go upstairs and put down the dishes 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 a bunch of stuff like a sand table, cat food, plastic bowls, toys, etc
"Let's not be brothers in the next life." Feng Bujue raised the little cat in front of his eyes: "You should be reincarnated as a woman and use your body to repay this kindness to me."
"Meow." The little cat yawned lazily, with an expression that seemed to cast a look of contempt on Feng Bujue.
Feng Bujue packed his things and pressed the answering machine. The recording sounded: "You have 1 message."
The dull voice was followed by a beep, and then Wang Tanzhi's voice came from inside: "Brother Jue, you're not answering the phone? Today is a day off. I'll come to your house in the afternoon and bring you something meaty. Eat, you¡¯re here anyway, that¡¯s settled.¡±
At this time, the little cat jumped to the phone, stretched out its paws to scratch the buttons of the phone, and sniffed it with its nose. Then it seemed to lose interest and jumped to the sofa and lay down.
"It sounds like I am very idle at home every day." Feng Bujue muttered to himself unhappily, but in fact he was just very idle.
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