Ark, after I died, the operators began to love me

Lin Yuxia hung up the phone. Xingxiong turned around and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, his heart full of struggle.

At this point, she didn't know which side she should stand on.

……

In fact, it's not just Xingxiong and Lin Yuxia who are in chaos now. Wei Yanwu's family is also in turmoil.

After reading the text message from Chen Huijie, Mrs. Wen Yue called her husband to discuss the matter.

Wei Yanwu looked embarrassed: "I knew there would be problems. When Lao Binghu told me about this with a smug look on his face, I was still thinking that I should just let the young people solve their own problems. Who would have thought that Xiao Chen would come back so soon?"

"Yeah, Shi Huaiya is the same, so impatient. If they had waited a day or two longer, or even earlier, it wouldn't have been so difficult."

Wei Yanwu was stunned when he heard this. He turned to look at his wife and asked with a complicated expression, "Madam, which side are you on?"

"Why do you care which side I stand on? You still have the nerve to talk about those confidantes you had when you were young. Let's not talk about the distant ones, just take Dosoles for example..."

Wei Yanwu panicked and said quickly: "Madam, let's not talk about the past anymore. I have never been to Dosores in all these years. You know that I only love you."

"Of course I believe you, but Mike and Xiao Chen are not engaged, and he and Shi Huaiya are not in a completely confirmed relationship. I'm worried that they will quarrel. After all, they are both flesh and blood, and I can't bear to let either of them go."

"Oh, Madam, don't worry. Since we are all in this together, let them solve it themselves. Shi Huaiya won't suffer any loss, and Hui Jie doesn't know the truth either. Just pretend that it never happened."

"How is that possible? Xiao Chen will find out sooner or later. You know she has a bad temper."

"Don't say that. I believe Huijie has been away from home for so long and is very different from before. Don't underestimate her."

"That's not what you, my uncle, said before."

"Let's not worry about that for now."

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door and the couple fell silent immediately, neither of them dared to speak first.

Wei Yanwu knew that the person standing at the door was Chen Huijie just by sensing the breath. He gave his wife a look, and Madam Wen Yue immediately understood and walked to the door with a smile on her face.

"Here I come, is that Xiao Chen?"

(End of this volume)

End of volume summary

The first and second volumes of this book have been officially completed.

As I said at the beginning, this book is completely about letting myself go. I'm tired of all those red tapes. Why can't I just be openly with the person I love?

Mike Ann is a very independent person. He likes something just because he likes it, and he doesn't need any excuses.

So what should be done in the first and second volumes was done. As for using Shi Huaiya to end the story at the end, it was because she was suppressed the most in the middle of the plot and her loss should be compensated.

Now Mike is ready to go to the North to take a look at the gate. Kal'tsit has gathered some teammates for him, and they meet up one by one on the way.

Let's get the next party started.

Volume 3: I had a dream within a dream that I couldn’t wake up from.

1. Lin Yuxia's gigolo

What is it like to travel with two handsome men?

There is no Zhihu or Tieba in Terra, so Mike is not comfortable putting this question on the intercity network, but he is sure of one thing: probably no one has a better say than him.

Whether it is Guiying or Zhongyue, they are both first-class handsome men. Now two of them are serving him alone. How great an honor is this?

Now Mike absolutely refused to admit that this was a self-destructive thought.

He drove 30 kilometers to the outskirts of the transfer station according to the location designated by Lin Yuxia, and soon found the only grocery store here.

It was afternoon, and the transit station was empty. Most of the caravans or people who were going on long journeys had already left. They walked a little further while it was still early. When Mike pushed open the door of the grocery store, he saw a middle-aged film man drowsily lying on the counter.

However, as if he heard someone coming in, the middle-aged man raised his head, revealing a rather old face.

Mike looked at the other person and guessed that this guy had never lived in a mobile city.

Although this land has mobile cities that can carry millions of people running around, due to the huge population, many people's impression of mobile cities is limited to hearing about them, and they have never entered them.

Perhaps young people have ambitions to leave land towns and live in mobile cities, while older people generally do not want to leave their homes where they have lived for a long time.

Even if you are not very rich, even if you are very different from the residents of the mobile city, at least you can still have some control over your own destiny where you live, right?

"What do you want to order? Columbia beer, Victoria canned luncheon meat, matches. They're all on the counter. Help yourself."

Mike ignored the other party's scrutinizing gaze, walked to the counter, and took out the letter from Lin Yuxia from his pocket.

"Ms. Lin asked me to give it to you."

The grocery store owner took the envelope and looked at it twice, but did not open it. He did not doubt Mike's words and asked in a low voice, "What else did Miss Lin say?"

"Won't you read the letter?"

In response to Mike's question, the grocery store owner said, "Ms. Lin never writes specific tasks in her letters. Don't you even know that?"

Well, Mike didn’t know much about Lin Yuxia, but with her reminder, he had a deeper understanding.

"I want some weapons, and Miss Lin said you have a solution."

"Weapons? What kind of weapons? Swords, spears, clubs, shields, hammers..."

Before he finished speaking, Mike placed his hands on the counter and said seriously, "Gun, preferably a long-range weapon related to guns."

“It’s a little bit complicated.”

The grocery store owner looked up above Mike's head and did not find any traces of the Sakota race on the man in front of him.

"For Miss Lin's sake, buddy, I think even if you get the gun, you may not be able to use it as freely as the angels. It would be better to change to some weapons that you can control. What do you think?"

"I have a knife myself. If I just needed a knife, I wouldn't come to you."

The grocery store owner sighed, "If you come at another time, you may not be able to get an answer from me, but today is different. There just happens to be a mechanic coming to the transfer station to Longmen. I can't guarantee that you will get the answer you want from him, but at least I can take you to see him."

Mike nodded: "What about the cost?"

"You don't need to think about this. Since Miss Lin recommended you to come here, I will give her the bill no matter how much it costs."

After hearing this explanation, Mike secretly thought that something was wrong. Although he was not openly relying on Lin Yuxia for support, Lin Yuxia had calculated that he would incur huge expenses at the transfer station.

When it comes to relationships, Mike admits that he is a bit of a scumbag, but that doesn’t mean he is a scumbag, as scumbags and scumbags are two different creatures.

I'd better find a way to return the money to Lin Yuxia later.

The grocery store owner walked around the counter, hung a closed sign on the door, and waved, motioning Mike to leave through the back door.

"Aren't you going to keep the store open?"

"Under these circumstances, we can't open the gate. As you can see, not many people are traveling to Longmen recently. It may be that winter is approaching, and the number of people willing to travel has greatly decreased, except for the messengers."

The houses in the transfer station are arranged in an orderly manner. Behind the grocery store is a row of two-story buildings with various signs posted on the doors, including restaurants, barber shops, small clinics, and logistics company offices.

Mike and his companion came to a hotel, but after entering, they did not go upstairs, but went straight to the basement.

Well, Mike thought that the mechanic mentioned by the grocery store owner would live on the bright and clean second floor, but he didn't expect that the other party actually lived in the basement.

"Nothing. The basement is cheaper. The rent is one-third of the second floor."

This is a strong excuse, and even Mike has to admit that if it were him, he would probably make the same choice.

There was a knock on the door and a man's voice came from inside.

"I've already told you not to bother me unless it's necessary."

The grocery store owner tried to lower his voice: "Mr. Shesha, Miss Lin recommended a gentleman to see you. He wants to get some long-range weapons from you."

There was no sound in the room.

The grocery store owner turned around and looked at Mike again: "Just wait here. I'll leave first. This place is not suitable for too many people."

The expression on the new customer's face froze. The grocer saw this and sighed in his heart that this was indeed the case. He had also been shocked when he first saw the mechanic.

But what he didn't know was that what shocked Mike was not that the mechanic lived in the basement, but that he knew this mechanic.

To this day, Mike is still not used to calling a gun a "gun".

He knew very well that Shesha's professional field was to study how to stimulate ammunition for greater firepower of firearms. Lin Yuxia did not mention Shesha's name, but recommended him, probably because of this point.

This means that during their conversation, Mike should try not to reveal his identity and just play the role of the guest recommended by Miss Lin.

In addition, Mike was also worried about another problem, that is, what should he do if Shesha took out a letter written by Kal'tsit in front of him?

But when I think about it carefully, the probability of such a thing happening is extremely small, so I gradually feel relieved.

With a creak, the door of the room opened.

The red-haired mechanic stood at the door, looking at Mike half a meter away with a puzzled look.

"You were recommended by Miss Lin. Come in. I can't ask you to stay outside."

Mike didn't say anything. He walked into the room and noticed that even though he lived in a cramped basement, Shesha was busy with his work.

2. Zero negative reviews for Shesha

A modified grenade launcher was placed on the table, with several drawings with scattered lines pressed underneath by a large screw.

If that were all, he couldn't see the possibility that Shesha could provide any help.

"You want a ranged weapon?"

Shesha stated what Mike needed. He had heard the grocery store owner say it once and kept it in mind.

Nowadays, many people want long-range weapons. Some choose bows, some choose crossbows, but the latter are more common.

It takes a long time to practice bows, and it also requires complex training programs such as strengthening arm and waist strength, but it is different with crossbows, which can be mastered quickly.

As for firearms, apart from the Shakota, few other races choose this thankless weapon.

The bullets activated by the etched array are very expensive, and only wealthy people would use such expensive ammunition.

"Tell me what you need and what you want to use these things for? Hunting, self-defense, or something else?"

Based on Mike's understanding of Shesha, he knew that this man would ask these questions and report them to Lin Yuxia afterwards, but Mike couldn't just say that he wanted to buy long-range weapons to facilitate his trip to the North. So far, this was still a secret. Although Lin Yuxia could guess some of it, he couldn't tell the secret to Shesha. The fewer people who knew, the better.

"For self-defense, I have to go to a far place, and I'm in a hurry. Bandits are not uncommon on the roads in this land. I don't want to be robbed and have to hand over my money with both hands. At least I have to have basic resistance."

"Smart choice."

Shesha praised him, but Mike couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or if it came from the heart.

The red-haired man sat on the bed, stretched out his hand and took out a box from under the bed, and said as he walked: "There are few wise people in this land, and even fewer wise people with foresight. It is a very good decision to prepare a weapon for yourself when you go out on a long journey.

"I have seen some reckless guys who set out on a journey without hesitation, but when they encounter robbers on the road, they can only helplessly pick up stones to throw at the enemy. How can a mere small stone compare to the enemy's swords and spells? I am glad that you are not such a fool."

"Do you ask such detailed questions when recommending weapons to everyone?"

"Of course not," Shesha turned to look at Mike, "You are an exception."

He exerted force with his arms, picked up the box and placed it on the table. With two clicks, he unlocked the locks on both sides of the box, and the man displayed his collections to Mike one by one.

"These are all my works, and they have been precisely debugged. You can rest assured. If there are any problems, you can complain to Miss Lin. By the way, I want to tell you that so far, there have been zero negative reviews for the weapons I have sold."

Mike thought for a few seconds and sighed, "I am going on a long journey with your weapon now. If something goes wrong on the way, I think the probability of me returning to Longmen alive is very small. Does the zero negative review you mentioned mean that those guys who lost their lives because of your weapon will never have the chance to give you a bad review again?"

Shesha's expression froze.

He took two deep breaths, his face flushed, and then slowly recovered.

Mike was also surprised. It was the first time he saw Shesha Hongwen.

"There's no need for me to be angry with you. After all, you were recommended by Miss Lin."

Shesha reached out and opened the compartment of the box, and a total of three weapons appeared in front of Mike.

A crude-looking revolver in an off-white color; a small crossbow that can be used with one hand; and a cut-barrel shotgun with an "unfinished" label on it.

"Won't you introduce yourself?"

“It depends on which one you want.”

"What if I want them all?"

Shesha shook his head: "Sorry, I'm afraid not. I won't sell you the last weapon. That would harm you."

Mike agreed with his point of view, pointed at the revolver and asked, "What if I choose this revolver?"