Thriller Paradise Chapter 32:

After the selection, the white light gathered in the glass column, finally showing a pair of football boots that looked quite old in style.

　　[Name: Dance of Jazz]

　　[Type: Armor]

　　[Quality: Excellent]

　　[Defense: Weak]

　　[Attribute: None]

　　 [Special effects: increase the extreme speed of running, greatly reduce the physical energy consumption of long-term walking or running]

　　 [Note: This pair of sneakers belongs to an unprecedented winger. He is the first generation of European footballer and an excellent dribbling master. In his more than 30 years of professional career, he has never been shown a red or yellow card. Another player known as the king of the ball once commented that-"He is the one who taught us how to play." 】

　　 "The things are pretty good... and they don't have equipment conditions." Feng Bujue said: "Even if you get stronger foot armor in the future, it can sell for a good price."

　　 When he directly equipped the sneakers, he heard the system prompt: [When the equipment contains "fashion peripherals", you can select your preferred appearance in the menu]

　　Feng Bujue checked it out. This function means that players can choose to display the appearance of the sneakers that come with the system or display the shoes after equipment. When the mall opens in the future, there will be many fashion accessories on the shelves. I believe that by then, there will be no fewer players who will be wrapped up in exotic outfits bought from RMB from head to toe, without displaying equipment, and showing their favorite styles.

　　 But in the internal beta phase, when there is no mall, many people choose to display equipment instead. This is actually a kind of vanity. People always like to show something they have but others don't. The envy and hatred look of others can bring a considerable degree of satisfaction.

　　 After finishing the space, Feng Bujue disconnected his nerves.

　　 came out of the game cabin, about two hours later in real time. At this time, the night was deep, the wind was whistling outside the window, and the city sky could not see the stars. Of course, Feng Bujue rarely looked.

　　 Young people in big cities, regardless of whether they have to get up early the next day, rarely fall asleep before midnight. They prefer to doze off on a crowded subway or bus at six in the morning, and they don’t want to sacrifice after get off work. Those are their own time. Feng Bujue is even more typical of day and night. He starts at noon every day and usually goes to bed close to four o'clock in the evening. He thinks that the early hours of every day are the best moments for his inspiration.

　　 But today, although there are still two or three hours before midnight, Feng Bujue suddenly felt a 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 "Second-rate Detective and Cat". In fact, he just wanted to write a story about a first-class detective. But in his years, commercial novels had to make some gimmicks. Just like many comics used female characters to attract attention, the novel industry also had to follow the laws of the market. No matter how many years in the past, people’s curiosity and glamorous mentality will always be the same. It is a breakthrough.

　　 When Feng Bujue was destitute and destitute, he had also thought of writing novels about **** hunting. As a self-proclaimed artist, he could easily find people who seemed to resonate with him in spirit, such as Mi Le (French painter, who was forced to use sketches to change shoes, use oil paintings to change beds, and painted some fragrant works to cater to the sensory stimulation of bourgeois) or Titian (well, this one is an artist) In interest).

　　 In short, Feng Bujue finally compromised to join the gimmick so that he could write detective stories that he likes and is good at. The setting of "Second-rate Detective and Cat" is just to split a protagonist into two characters. Originally, the protagonist of this book should be a shrewd guy, but now, he has become a kind but incapable second-rate detective. Until one day, he found out that his cat could speak, and only he could understand that. The cat happens to have the same reasoning ability as a god...

The editor of 　　 Magazine also praised Feng Bujue, saying that his setting is well used. 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 in this way. First, it can buffer the tense plot, and second, it can make up the number of words...

　　 In addition to this series, Feng Bujue is also writing a long story, which I mentioned before, the kind of published novel that really allows him to make some money. Originally, the creation of that book almost completely fell into a bottleneck, and hadn't started writing for a month, but tonight, Feng Bujue had the inspiration again and began to pile up the story called "Nightmare Two Sides".

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　　 was speechless for a whole night. The next morning, when the sky was about to dawn, Feng Bujue saved the document and finally got up from the computer desk. He stretched his waist and yawned and glanced at the time. It's four forty in the morning. Feng Bujue just remembered that yesterday was Ching Ming Festival... Dream Company specially selected such a day to start the internal testing of Thriller Paradise, which can be regarded as a propaganda method used by an online game that sells horror.

　　Since this point has been reached, the breakfast stall outside the gate of the community should also be set up. Feng Bujue's mind is still full of plots from the novel, and he is not tired. He decided to go out to eat something and come back. sleep.

　　 He took the key and some change (he only had change) and went downstairs. After fifteen minutes, he was on his way home with scallion pancakes and fried dough sticks.

　　 When I returned to the community, I could already see some elderly residents coming out for morning exercises one after another, or rushing to the community hospital to line up early.

　　Feng Bujue rarely has contact with neighbors. At this time, he usually has just fallen asleep. For him, the day's time only begins at noon.

　　 "Meow~" There was a small black and white tabby cat by the side of the road, and called at him as it passed by.

　　Feng Bujue stopped, and looked at the cat for a few seconds, and confirmed, yes... Its eyes were fixed on the breakfast in his hand.

　　 "I said you..." Feng Bujue came to the cat and squatted down, looking at the wild cat without a collar around his neck, and whispered, "Can you also eat fried flour?"

　　 "Meow." The cat seemed not afraid of strangers at all, and at this moment it seemed to be answering "Yes."

　　 "I only have clear noodles in clear soup these days." Feng Bujue said, breaking a small piece of scallion pancake and handing it to the cat's mouth: "This is the last few dollars I spent The only thing I can buy is oil and water."

　　 The cat stretched his head forward, sniffed the food Wen Fengbujue passed over, and then ate the scallion pancake in one bite. It licked its tongue, and then "meow~" , It seems that this bite is not enough.

　　Feng Bujue broke a small piece of pie and gave it to him, "It looks completely uncute, and it is not a rare breed, so he dares to directly ask for something to eat from a strange human, and it has to be an inch..." While taunting, he instinctively broke the next piece of scallion pancake, and delivered it very expressly: "Take me to the trash bin seriously, bastard!"

　　 Speaking of trash cans, Feng Bujue unconsciously raised his head and glanced at the three sorted trash cans in front of the apartment building. The cup-shaped trash cans on the four sides were very high, about one meter four, wide and narrow at the top. , If the cat wants to jump in and turn over things, it must take advantage of the full time of the trash can, otherwise it may jump in and cannot climb out. If it is dumped into the trash truck, it will basically become a dead cat. Up.

　　 "Hey..." Feng Bujue sighed, and simply tore up half of the pie, sprinkled it on his palm, and stretched it out in front of the cat: "In fact, it's not easy for you wild cats. I heard that in winter, In our community, a cat was hiding under a car and was warmed by the residual temperature of the engine. In the morning, when an unsuspecting owner started the car, it was run over to death." He touched the head of the kitten. There are some things he prefers to talk to cats. In the face of humans, Feng Bujue can’t say: “You stray cats can only live for three years on average. As for me, I might die suddenly due to an unknown brain disease at any time. Today we Destined..." He took the remaining half of the pie, put it in his mouth and ate a bite, and then said vaguely: "...you can eat the same pie, maybe, I can be a brother 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 has been retired for five years. Her wife and son are surnamed He, a retired cadre. Although Aunt Liu usually speaks a bit aggressively, she is actually a good person.

　　 This Aunt Liu and Feng Bujue live in the same building. She has three suites under her name, one of which is on the other side of the community, and has also been rented out. As for the two sets in this building, Aunt Liu lived on the eighth floor because Aunt Liu thought the thirteenth floor was unlucky, so she lived on the eighth floor, and the other was rented to Feng Bujue for a long time.

　　 "It's really you, I'm still worried about confessing the wrong person." Aunt Liu was carrying a vegetable basket in her hand. She should have just returned from the food market: "This is really the sun coming out from the west, early in the morning. Can you actually see you coming downstairs?" She turned her gaze to the little cat, and the topic turned to: "I said Xiaofeng, it was not the aunt who said you, how can the wild cat feed it? You feed it this time today. There will be five or six squatting here tomorrow. Aren’t you making trouble for other neighbors?"

　　 "It makes sense." Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds, and then replied, "It seems that there is only one way..." He held early in one hand, and picked up the dirty wild cat in the other, "Take it home. Go and raise it."

　　 Aunt Liu was taken aback: "You kid really knows what to do, have you asked me?"

　　 "Look...in our community, dogs can be raised, and this cat doesn't go out..." Feng Bujue squeezed out a smile and wanted to be cute.

　　 "Do you really want to raise?" Aunt Liu thought 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 tell me, you two look really alike." Her gaze shifted down again: " And this cat is also male."

　　Feng Bujue’s mouth twitched: "Mother, there is a problem with the use of "also" in your sentence... I am a "male"..."

　　 "Auntie doesn't tell you about it. You are an educator, and I am not." Aunt Liu said: "First make it clear, you really want to raise this cat, but your litter is already messy enough. If you have a cat, you have to pay more attention to hygiene. Most of our buildings are elderly people. If anyone comes to me and tells me that you have a smell..."

　　 "I will cook it and eat it." Feng Bujue snatched.

　　 "Meow!" As if she understood, the little cat yelled dissatisfiedly in Feng Bujue's arm.

　　"Boil you! If you cook it, you can't cook it~IndoMTL.com~ Aunt Liu stepped forward and said: "Walk..."

　　 "Where to go?" Feng Bujue asked.

　　"Go to the pet clinic in the community to get it vaccinated." Aunt Liu said: "What should I do if it has cat plague on it?"

　　 "Uh..." Feng Bujue hesitated for a few seconds and said: "That's it... I have on hand recently..."

　　 "When is your kid not on hand?" Aunt Liu interrupted: "Okay, I will help you to pad it first, and you will return it to me when you pay the rent." She was just stepping away. Started and stopped again: "Look at my brain, let me go upstairs and put the food down."

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　　 When Feng Bujue returned home, it was already 7 o’clock in the morning. He not only brought back a cat, but also brought back a pile of things like sandboxes, cat food, plastic bowls and toys...

　　 "Let's stop being brothers in the next life." Feng Bujue raised the little cat to his eyes: "You should reincarnate as a woman, and use your body to repay my kindness."

　　 "Meow." The little tabby cat yawned lazily, with a look that seemed to cast contempt at Feng Bujue.

　　Feng Bujue packed his things and pressed the answering machine at the same time, and the recording sounded: "You have, 1, a message."

After the 　　 mute voice, there was a beep, and then Wang Tanzhi's voice came from inside: "Brother Jue, don’t answer the phone? I will come to your house this afternoon on the rest day, and bring some meat. I’ll eat it for you, anyway, you’re here, so it’s settled."

　　 At this time, the small tabby cat jumped to the phone, stretched out his paws to scratch the buttons of the phone, sniffed again, and then lost interest, jumped onto the sofa and lay down.

　　 "It's as if Laozi Tiantiantun is idle at home." Feng Bujue said to himself unhappily, but in fact...he is very idle.