Extraterrestrial parasite

In fact, if the response speed of the keyboard was not limited, the speed of the right hand could be increased several times. Unfortunately, the current direct response device of human thought is still in an experimental nature, otherwise it would be quite good if used.

Chen Yang sat in his chair and looked drowsily, but he didn't know that a game engine beyond human imagination had been born. Compared with the coscos2d-x engine, this game engine was completely incomparable in terms of functionality and performance.

A good game engine, like the engine of a racing car, determines the performance of the entire racing car and is the basis for building a "building". Its importance is self-evident.

In order to complete several plans made by the right hand, it decided to develop a game that cannot be supported by the current game engine. Therefore, this new game engine is imperative.

"Jingle Bell……"

What woke up the sleepy Chen Yang was the ringtone of his cell phone. He couldn't help but trembled. He took a careful look at his right hand, which was still typing on the keyboard. Seeing that there was no response from it, he gently took it from his trouser pocket with his left hand. Take out the phone.

"Hello?"

"Is it Lao Chen? I'm Zhu Junchen."

The rich voice coming from the phone immediately reminded Chen Yang of the image of a man. It was one of his friends and his roommate in college.

"Old pig? Have you changed your number?" Chen Yang's mood changed a bit.

"Don't mention it. Yesterday when I went to buy groceries, my phone was touched and I got scolded by your sister-in-law."

"Oh." At this time, Chen Yang didn't know what emotion to use to answer. He could only express "oh" to express whether he agreed or disagreed.

"Old Chen, are you still guarding your noodle shop? Haven't you gone out to find another job?"

"No."

Chen Yang thought for a while and added: "It's pretty good for me now."

"Oh, forget it, I also know your temperament. In fact, it would be good to open a noodle shop. At least the pressure of life is not so great."

Zhu Junchen chatted with Chen Yang for a few words, and finally revealed the purpose of the call: "Are you free at noon? I'll treat you to a meal."

Have a meal?

As soon as Chen Yang heard this word, his ears perked up and his saliva began to secrete unconsciously. Even he didn't notice it and started smacking his mouth: "Why did you suddenly think of inviting me to dinner?"

"Hey, can't I treat you to dinner if you have nothing to do?"

"Well, let me think about it..."

Chen Yang muttered, but put the phone on the other side, carefully approached his right hand, and asked for instructions: "Sir Screw, I..."

"Go ahead."

His right hand directly interrupted Chen Yang's words, as if he knew what Chen Yang wanted to ask, "With your current income situation, it would be good to have a free lunch."

Whose fault is it that I have become so good at eating?

Not daring to slander him so openly, Chen Yang took his cell phone and said, "Okay, I'm free at noon, please tell me a location."

"Daweiwang hotpot restaurant on Binhe Road, I'll be there on time at twelve o'clock, you kid, don't be late."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang suddenly let go of the keyboard with his right hand, opened his palm and said, "It's five kilometers from here to the destination on Binhe Road. Let's set off now."

Chen Yang was stunned. He looked at the monitor and saw that a detailed electronic map of the city had been opened on it. No wonder his right hand knew the distance.

"Ouch..."

Just when Chen Yang was about to get up from the chair, the text message ring suddenly rang again. He picked it up casually and looked at it. His expression suddenly changed. The text message was actually from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, saying that 15,340 yuan was spent through online banking and the balance was 4,780 yuan.

Chen Yang's first thought was that his online banking account had been hacked, and a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart, so much so that his breathing felt stagnant, and his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were blood red.

"Parasite, you have severe mood swings."

Although the right hand cannot scan Chen Yang's memory at all times, it can vaguely feel Chen Yang's emotional fluctuations.

"Sir, Chief Luo, my online banking has been stolen."

This kind of thing that could only be seen on TV news in the past actually happened to him. Chen Yang felt a sense of absurd disbelief.

But he immediately remembered that his right hand was no longer the ordinary, rough right hand of the past, but a super right hand that must not be taken lightly. There was an unknown extraterrestrial creature living there. Its terror was beyond the imagination of humans. As long as he asked for help, It, things should be resolved soon.

So Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down. He even smiled that he was too nervous. The matter was not a big deal at all. I believe that the creature parasitic on his right hand would never sit idly by. After all, they are now The interests are connected.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just used it..."

After just one sentence, Chen Yang's smile froze...

I was your uncle. I was confused for a while. You spent more than fifteen thousand yuan. The one who dared to hack your account was none other than you, a bastard...

"ah!"

This slap instantly interrupted Chen Yang's violent anger. The next moment, the severe pain from all parts of his body made him groan, as if he was having an epilepsy, and he lay on the ground shaking all over.

A minute later, Chen Yang, whose clothes were soaked with sweat, stood up slowly under the command of his right hand.

With dull eyes and numb expression, Chen Yang, who had suffered another round of cruel punishment, had no energy to think about anything anymore, as if his soul had left his body.

In fact, the right hand is also in pain. It suffers from this damn backward and low-level creature. Why does it always fail to learn lessons after physical and mental stimulation? It seems that certain training measures must be taken for this host body. Whether it is mentally or physically, he should know that obeying the orders of advanced creatures must be engraved on the genetic level!

Moreover, this lowly and pitiful creature is not only disobedient, but also a "poor man" in human society. This guy only has two hundred yuan in his wallet now, and he can't even hear a sound when he throws it out.

Fortunately, the right hand is not in a hurry. It is very simple for him to get money in human society. However, in the current situation, the most important thing is not money, but another big problem. Only by solving that big problem can it implement its next plan.

Take it step by step, take your time, hide yourself well, and steadily complete your plan. It has the patience to drift through countless galaxies.

The weather in summer changes at a moment's notice. The sun is still shining brightly in the morning, but around noon the sun disappears for a stroll. Overcast clouds swarm in from the seaside, and soon the rain starts to fall like crazy.

Such weather conditions are obviously not suitable for walking on the streets. People either hide under the eaves to avoid the rain, or do not go out at all. Even the usually dense number of vehicles seems to have decreased a lot.

But under such a heavy rain, a man, holding a black umbrella, with an expressionless face, straightened his body, and walked step by step along the street in the heavy rain.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous, the right hand actually ordered this poor man to walk to his destination five kilometers away without allowing him to take a taxi.

What's even more ridiculous is that his right hand also requires him that every step he takes must be consistent without any confusion.

At the same time, you must look straight ahead and count every step.

This is a ridiculous request that makes absolutely no sense.

But what's even more ridiculous is that men have to obey the orders from their right hand, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

So, step after step, compared with the hurried steps of others, the man's steps were so slow and slow, always maintaining a standard speed.

At this time, if a passerby notices this man and keeps his eyes on this man for a few dozen seconds, he will be surprised to find that every time this man sets his feet, the distance before and after is the same. This is unusual for ordinary people. Absolutely impossible.

But on a rainy day, who would notice this strange man?

Therefore, this man determined the direction and moved forward almost in the shortest straight line on the street. No matter whether the person walking beside him was a woman, an old man or a child, he could not really affect even a single step of pause.