Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

"It's a ten-dollar machine."

Lu Mingfei walked into the Internet cafe, took out a brand new hundred-yuan bill and put it on the front desk. He added: "Please help me get a bottle of Nutrition Express, a bucket of instant noodles, some intestines... and more Just an egg."

The cashier girl was lying on the cashier counter, holding up the hundred-dollar bill in boredom, looking at it through the fluorescent lamp, and then looking at Lu Mingfei with suspicion.

After all, the only people who can come to his Internet cafe are poor students, and few students will go online with a hundred yuan in pocket.

What's more, the boy in front of her is quite familiar to her. The master who used to feel distressed if he had a small intestine, has suddenly become rich recently and is even willing to add eggs to his instant noodles.

This made her a little suspicious that the other party was a filial son who had stolen the family's money.

But this has nothing to do with her.

"Want starch sausage or king of kings?" The little girl threw the ticket into the drawer and asked casually, "What flavor of instant noodles do you want?"

Lu Mingfei glanced at the small shelves filled with Nutrition Express, braised beef noodles, and the king of kings that he couldn't tell whether they were made from starch or not.

"... Braised beef will do." He turned around and watched the cashier girl slowly looking for money like a sloth, "Take a king of kings and a braised egg."

"Nutrition Express is five yuan, instant noodles are four yuan, braised eggs are three yuan, King of Kings is two yuan, I'm looking for you... um, seventy-six yuan, right?"

The little girl thrust a large handful of tattered Iraqi war-damaged dollar bills into Lu Mingfei's hand.

Lu Mingfei hurriedly held it in his arms, glanced hesitantly and said nothing, muttering that the cost of accessing the Internet was getting higher and higher.

The little girl ignored him and took out a card and swiped it beside him. A face that was nothing like Lu Mingfei popped up on the screen.

Lu Mingfei poked his head and wrote down his phone number, put a lot of money in his pocket and walked into the smoky Internet cafe.

Under the fluorescent lamp, the smoke drifted up like clouds and dragons, and was shattered by the whirring electric fan.

Some cheered, some cursed, some danced excitedly, and some angrily cursed that the network connection was interrupted. Occasionally, they cursed a few words about the boss's family tree, and then started to play again honestly.

Lu Mingfei remembers that the name of this game is "Cross Fire"?

Zhao Menghua and Xu Yanyan like to play, but Lu Mingfei still prefers to play "CS".

Being led by someone to play FPS games for a period of time gave him some understanding of this type of game.

However, the person who carried the gun with him in the past is no longer there. When he is alone, he still likes pure e-sports, either StarCraft, Dota, or Red Alert.

"well."

When he thought of these things, Lu Mingfei, who was sitting on the old sofa chair and touching the unfamiliar keyboard and mouse, couldn't help but sigh, and he couldn't help but lament that things are different and people are different.

He opened StarCraft, stayed in the lobby for a long time, and hesitated for a long time before opening the Protoss.

The opponent they encountered in this game was the human race. It was clear that they were full of strength and wanted to fight an unprecedented defensive battle at their own base.

Whether it was a forceful assault from an aircraft carrier, an airborne landing taking advantage of the chaos, or a violent attack by the soldiers, they were all ready to make Lu Mingfei bleed like a river.

Lu Mingfei felt his adrenaline surge a little, as if he was a leading general and immediately faced his opponent with a sword.

But less than half an hour passed,

Lu Mingfei's raised eyebrows gradually drooped. He drank the last sip of Nutritional Express listlessly, stood up and walked to the bathroom after a few operations.

A reminder of six consecutive atomic bomb launches. Almost at the same moment, Lu Mingfei launched six atomic bombs.

The opponent who originally felt that he had a chance to win frantically dragged the mouse, but it was too late to find the navigation red dot of the atomic bomb.

Six atomic bombs were dropped one after another, and the human team and the defenses of the copper and iron walls were reduced to nothing. Only ruins remained of the painstakingly built base, and the last building was covered in red blood and burning with blazing flames.

When Lu Mingfei came back from the bathroom, he saw the victory window pop up on the screen.

Then comes the close-up of the Protoss CG, and finally the data settlement page.

The opponent was obviously stunned by a sap, and he didn't even have time to hit GG.

Atomic bombs are weapons of the human race, but Lu Mingfei uses the weapons of the gods.

He used the Protoss' top unit "Dark Archon" to capture human farmers, copied a human army, and then spent a long time copying an entire set of human buildings.

In the eyes of normal people, this is considered a madman's play. This tactic should only exist in theory.

But in Lu Mingfei's opinion, it was just a way to kill time.

He sat looking at the game lobby on the screen for a while, feeling increasingly impatient for some reason.

I used to be very satisfied just playing a few games, but now I feel like something is stirring in my heart, and I feel like it's stuck in my throat and I can't spit it out or swallow it.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously wanted to sigh but couldn't find a reason to sigh. He always felt that everything he was doing was a waste of time.

Feel like you should do more important things and make your reasons for action meaningful.

Instead of letting time pass by little by little between your fingers on the mouse like now.

Maybe he should go home and prepare for the college entrance examination?

He is intermittently complacent and constantly eats and waits for death.

It seems that I have been feeling this way from time to time during this period.

"...Is it a sequelae?" Lu Mingfei whispered.

He remembered the "psychological counseling" he had received a few months ago, and the gentle foreign man sitting in front of him.

The police came directly to the door for psychological counseling, one day after Jiang Shouyun left.

They said that Lu Mingfei was involved in a bombing case and witnessed the acts of terrorist extremist organizations at the playground.

In the words of the policeman, it is "in order to prevent teenagers from suffering from mental illness and inevitably growing into antisocial personalities..."

Lu Mingfei looked hesitant to speak, but his aunt was startled and pushed him out of the house, as if she was afraid that he would pull out a bomb and blow up the house where she had not paid off the mortgage.

Lu Mingfei, who was sandwiched between two policemen, was glad that he was not handcuffed with a silver bracelet.

Otherwise, it would be hard to tell if the neighbors saw it.

At that time, Lu Mingfei was still confused and didn't know what was waiting for him. Otherwise, he would have hugged his uncle's leg and was beaten to death by his aunt without following him out.

Only when he was brought to the police station and saw Chen Wenwen and Zhao Menghua did Lu Mingfei understand what the so-called "explosion case" was.

Among the monsters that appeared in the amusement park, it was Chu Zihang who put the "bomb"...

ha! The terrorist extremist organization is actually me?

Who knows how trembling he was at that time.

Especially after seeing Chen Wenwen and Zhao Menghua walking out of it with blank faces, Lu Mingfei was even more filled with fear.

In fact, Brother Chu and Brother Jiang are members of a terrorist organization?

Were the monsters that appeared at that time the creation of biochemical modification?

its not right.

Then what appeared on the rainy night of the typhoon?

I'm mad? Or has the world gone crazy?

Lu Mingfei imagined a big drama in his mind.

Until I walked into the room and saw the foreign man in a white coat, sitting there and looking at me with a smile, with the gentleness and charm unique to men.

Everything here looked normal, and there were no torture devices as he imagined. It was like a free psychological consultation for high school students.

But Lu Mingfei couldn't help but swallow his saliva, because he knew why he came and who was sitting there.

The eyes of the man in front of him actually lit up with golden light, and Lu Mingfei's eyes were so wide that he stared at those golden pupils.

[Name: Anani Fink]

[Identity: ① Psychological Counseling Teacher of Kassel College Branch in China ② Unknown]

[Special Ability: Word Spirit·Hypnosis]

The guy in front of me is really from Kassel College, and his words sound very, very bad.

Word Spirit·Hypnosis.

He had only seen such an intuitive name in novels and... anime before.

Lu Mingfei originally wanted to cooperate with the other party honestly.

After all, that scene always appeared in his dreams, making him unable to sleep well for a long time.

Then, he listened to the story told by the man in front of him for half an hour.

Probably "We are friends, right? Friends won't lie to you, right? In fact, you didn't see anything that day, right? In fact, you just saw the explosion on the Ferris wheel..."

Ababa Ababa Ababa.

The confusion on his face at that time was exactly the same as that of Zhao Menghua. No matter who looked at it, they would not find any trace of acting.

In fact, he did act in his true colors.

He kept saying "Ah, yes, yes, yes" in bewilderment the whole time, and was finally driven home in a police car by two gentle policemen.

Later, he asked Zhao Menghua overtly and secretly, but found that they had forgotten all about it and looked like they had been brainwashed.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Lu Mingfei understood that maybe he was... safe?

It has been four or five months since he received psychological counseling.

His life seemed to have returned to its usual routine.

Study when the sun rises and return when the sun sets.

It's just that what used to be three points and one line has become four points and one line. Apart from the two save points of Internet cafe, school and home, he also has to go to the Children's Palace to learn kendo after school.

"...Oh, let's go to the Children's Palace to see it."

Lu Mingfei sat on a hard chair and scratched his cheek, a little fire in his heart began to waver.

After exiting the interface, I was about to exit the game when the private chat window suddenly jumped.

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat and he moved the mouse to the lower right corner.

But when he saw the blinking icon showing a cheap panda head, he sighed in disappointment.

"Hey! Hey! Are you there?"

The remark of that ID is "Old Tang", and when you click on it, you will be greeted by a familiar greeting.

"I'm here, I'm here." Lu Mingfei replied while stroking the keyboard, "There have been a lot of troubles recently, and I haven't had time to play games."

Old Tang prides himself on being the number one player on the channel and has had nearly a hundred friendly matches with him.

But this was also the result of Lu Mingfei's mercy. Although the two had never met, they were already friends, so Lu Mingfei only accommodated him a little.

"I remember you are obviously a high school student, right? What trouble can you get into at your age?"

Old Tang posted a sweaty emoji, "Did you fail in the exam and your parents were called? Or, did you have a puppy love and your teacher discovered you and your parents were called?"

"In short, you are called a parent, right!" Lu Mingfei replied speechlessly, "I'm not a primary school student. I will be in my senior year of high school next year."

"That means you failed the exam. Oh, my poor Ming Ming. The college entrance examination will be held in June or July in China, right?"

There was sympathy in every word Old Tang said, and then he added: "That's right, I feel like girls won't like your personality either."

Lu Mingfei felt a little heart-warming at his concern, but it disappeared immediately after seeing the following words.

"I'm really sorry that I'm so weak." He replied angrily.

"Obviously, to be honest, you actually have strength and brains, but you are not very confident. You have to be more confident and show off your interstellar fighting style. What girl can't catch up with you?"

Old Tang made a mean panda haircut: "Confidence, self-confidence, you know? Just like me, in the worst case, let's go to the game. Your game talent is so good, you are 50-50 against me. It would be a waste if you don't play the game." ”

"Who said no one likes me!"

Although he knew that the other party was trying to comfort him, Lu Mingfei could not help but grind his teeth.

Old Tang is good at everything, but he is too narcissistic and likes to brag, which is really annoying sometimes.

He said that he was a Chinese-American living alone in the United States. He worked as a private detective and traveled all over the world. He was so dizzy from flying that he would go on an adventure in North America today and collect unearthed cultural relics tomorrow.

He said that he had a little money, but he always cried about poverty.

"Yes, yes, someone likes you, I believe it." Old Tang replied casually, "Okay, let's cut it first and forget all the worries. I have to go to the hospital later."

You obviously don't believe it at all.

"Go to the hospital?" Lu Mingfei cursed in his heart, but still typed and asked, "Are you sick?"

"Hi, it's actually nothing. I just had some auditory hallucinations recently. I heard someone calling me brother. I always have nightmares when I sleep. When I wake up, I can't remember the content of the dream. It makes me have a nervous breakdown. "

Old Tang was full of resentment and said: "Should this kind of problem be seen by a psychiatrist? The American medical insurance is so stupid. Every time you see it, you will have a massive bleeding. When I think about it, I have an even bigger headache."

"...What's wrong with you?" Lu Mingfei complained: "I feel that going to a Taoist temple to exorcise evil spirits and get a blessing is more reliable than going to the hospital to see a doctor."

He seemed to have thought of something. After a pause, he started typing on the keyboard again and said, "Speaking of which, when I dozed off in class during the day, I always dreamed of a naughty kid calling me brother."

"Once he kicked me out of my dream. He was so scared that I screamed out during the teacher's lecture and was made to stand for a day."

"Hey, then I'm a little better than you. At least I feel that the one I dreamed about is not as bad as yours." Old Tang immediately gained great psychological comfort from the comparison.

"Damn! You want to piss me off to death, right?" Lu Mingfei thought of the face that appeared in his dream and wanted to be beaten, and typed, "Okay, come and cut a plate, and then leave after cutting. I'll have some more later. matter."

"Hey, come on, I'm in good shape today, watch me beat you to a pulp!"

Lu Mingfei's fingers jumped on the keyboard, and the army on the screen began to take shape again.

The berserkers gathered into a stream of iron, the ion light saber flashed, the dragon knights danced, and the aircraft carrier gathered into a group.

The light from the screen illuminated Lu Mingfei's blank face.