Please ask the dream.

Chapter 273: The Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder of Gamers
The picture blurred, and Feng Xue immediately wanted to close his eyes, but he found that he was actually squinting, with the corners of his mouth maintaining an upward arc. The bonus from the collection was no longer as insignificant as before.

There is no doubt that this is an adaptive reaction after he maintained a squinting state in the previous nodes, just like after beheading the mecha, the exploration character had a habit of beheading the enemy in the storyline, just like after playing death heavy metal on the rare playlist, all the Qingyun thieves' troops began to sing death heavy metal, it is a continuation of habit.

However, the behavior of squinting eyes is quite difficult to adapt to, so it took several steps to finally develop it.

Feeling his mind clear, Feng Xue's smile became more sincere. The original plan was sorted out again. Feng Xue raised his head and saw Lou Shuang looking at the city map spread out on the table with a troubled look on his face.

This map of Duyang City had obviously been carefully checked, with many places marked. The auditorium in the city center was especially marked with the words "goodwill meeting venue" and "heavily guarded."

As if noticing Feng Xue's gaze, Lou Shuang raised her head, her eyes somewhat evasive, but she still spoke:

"Brother-in-law, let's forget it. Anyway, with that bastard Jia Chuanlin's personality, even if we really complete the task, he probably won't remove the collar obediently..."

"But at least it won't be activated immediately." Feng Xue resisted the urge to roll his eyes and responded. Qingyun Nation's bomb collar is a half-structure, half-solid device. Once the outer shell is damaged, it will immediately explode. And once it explodes, the internal device will instantly overdraw the G·I particles around the collar to increase the power of the explosion, eliminating the possibility of using the structure to resist. In a sense, it is the same type of thing as Feng Xue's Xiong Jitian.

After all, unless you're fast enough to remove the collar and throw it away before it triggers the detonation, there's no way anyone can remove it through unconventional means.

If it was the few games he played with action figures or unfinished assembly toys, he could have given it a try, but he now had a 30% speed reduction, and facing something that required a lot of reaction and attack speed, he had no way of doing anything.

Seeing Lou Shuang's uneasy look, Feng Xue said directly and forcefully:
"Okay, brace yourself before the mission. It's the same as always. One person lures out the enemy, and the other person takes action. This time, the target is a shadow warrior. If the dreamer beside him doesn't show up, no one will know which one is the real one. You go to wait near the Friendship Association Hall, and I will intercept the advancing convoy. You take the opportunity to eliminate the sentry on the commanding heights, and then snipe when the real person shows up."

"Okay!" Although Lou Shuang was still a little conflicted, since they had already talked about the mission plan, she immediately got into the state after being educated in a killer family since childhood. Feng Xue was slightly relieved when he saw this. He didn't care at all whether the collar could be removed or not. After all, he knew very well that this was just a copy simulating the past. Those who had died would not come back to life because of his choice, and those who were still alive would not die because of his behavior.

However, as a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder who has to start over if he accidentally talks to Quirrel (Note ①) while playing Hollow Knight, Feng Xue still hopes that every NPC can survive until the end of the game.

As for reality? Plot?
It doesn’t matter, as long as I’m still alive when I complete the game!

Therefore, he didn't care at all whether the man called Jia Chuanlin, who was probably the commander in charge of the thief's military collar in Qingyun, fulfilled his promise. At worst, he would just kill him in real life when he became rich in the future.

Perhaps it was because Feng Xue's confident look served as an example that Lou Shuang's emotions gradually calmed down. She re-examined the city map, circled the locations that could be used as sniper points, and then thought about how to seize a favorable terrain based on the nearby light and dark sentries.

Feng Xue looked at her expression and asked casually:
"How long until the Goodwill Meeting?"

Lou Shuang paused for a moment, looked at her watch, and then said:

"There are still three hours left. According to the schedule given by the intelligence department, the guy who is not sure whether he is a substitute or the real person will set out from the military camp outside the city in two hours and arrive at the venue half an hour before the goodwill meeting starts."

"Okay, I'll go and stake out the spot now. The streets will be under martial law soon, and it won't be easy to move quickly then."

Feng Xue waved her hand, straightened her appearance, and turned to go out. At this time, Lou Shuang did not suddenly hug him from behind like in classic American movies, and then follow the tradition of always having artillery before a battle. She just looked at the map quietly and said solemnly:

"Be careful." "Don't worry." Feng Xue waved his hand with his back to Lou Shuang, maintaining that squinty smile and imitating a sunny and cheerful boy.

As a warm and comfortable aura emanated from him, Feng Xue's smile also became gentler.

"Go for broke! I want to strengthen my intuition about the exact location of Guan Shanping's true self!"

Yes, he didn't go to block the substitute as he told Lou Shuang, but directly threw the dice.

Are you kidding? If you have to roll the dice to determine the enemy's position, why not just roll it from the beginning?

"14"

In that state where time seemed to be almost frozen, the twenty-sided dice revealed the number on the top. Along with the number that Feng Xue had ever bet everything on, a strong inspiration seemed to rush up from the top of his head!

The squinting eyes themselves can enhance perception and wisdom. At the moment when his intuition was enhanced, he almost instantly locked onto a direction.

He didn't know where it was, but he knew that the target must be there!
The muscles all over his body began to move rhythmically, and barely audible notes were resounding around him. The melodies sounded very chaotic at first, but as the sounds continued, they tended to slowly come together.

He just walked on the road and passed by the Hongying Army several times, but no one suspected him.

Firstly, the direction he was heading to was not a military restricted area, and secondly, he seemed too harmless at this moment. No matter from which angle you looked at him, he was a sunny young man listening to avant-garde music. Even when they passed by each other, he would greet them in Hongying language with a Risuku City accent.

Even though no soldier recognized the young man, no one would be so foolish as to stop him just because of his attitude.

Feng Xue walked through the streets and alleys naturally and arrived at the direction he intuitively identified -

Duyang Grand Theater.

To be precise, it is the villa area next to Duyang Grand Theater.

"It seems that Mr. Guanshan really likes music..."

Feng Xue's smile grew brighter and brighter. He walked towards the door of the apartment with a step that showed he didn't recognize anyone. The security guard at the door was hesitating whether to step forward to stop him when he suddenly felt a spasm in his brain and almost collapsed at his post.

Feng Xue, who had already completely locked onto the target position, stopped his muscle notes that had just produced a sense of order, and took out a small player.

The next moment, the public broadcast mode begins!

(End of this chapter)