Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 192 It’s like a broken leg, every cell is screaming

Back at the cabin, Anson Deer took off his scarf and wrapped it around Yuri's neck. The two sat down against the wall. Yuri lowered his white eyes, picked up the pencil, and slowly wrote down the characters in the notebook.

The girl's snow-white hair swayed gently with the tip of the pen.

Ansonlu said nothing, just played two games of Minesweeper and waited quietly for her to finish writing.

Soon, Yuri put the notebook on the ground, moved the notebook with his long white fingers, and slid it to Anson Deer's hand.

Ansonlu held his chin, took the notebook with a calm face, and scanned the concise words with his brown eyes.

The young man's face looked surprised at first, and then a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at Yuri blankly.

At this moment, Yuri was hugging her knees and curling up quietly in a corner of the room. She buried her cheek in the scarf Anson Deer gave her, and her eyes were covered by snow-white hair.

The fireplace was burning with firewood, emitting firelight, and a faint halo enveloped her silhouette.

"..."

The stone statue of the queen lowered her eyes, blue flames flashed, and she quickly disappeared.

February 18, at dusk, Huaxia Ancheng, Huijing Street.

Anson Lu touched his nose, couldn't help but smile, moved the mouse to Yu Mingdao's "Mario" avatar, and clicked on his account homepage.

"perhaps."

"It's not your fault." He added.

There were more than 300 players participating, and more than 270 people died from the beginning to the end. Only more than 30 people survived, including two serial players, Lorenzo and Yuri.

"Crow, what do you say?" Anson Deer leaned against the door and asked in a low voice.

"Ding." A prompt sounded from the phone.

Ansonlu raised his eyebrows. He could imagine that Yuri's painting style was probably as accurate as a machine, but it was difficult to draw things that transcended the rules.

After a moment, he raised the corner of his mouth, scratched his messy hair, and complained angrily: "Hey, hey, uncle, you are really too smart, you can even detect this."

"Gaba."

After a pause, he looked away: "Besides, he may not be dead. He might just be a citizen like Cosimo and hang out in the city."

Ansenlu moved his emotionless eyes, and the stone statue of the queen was half-kneeling on the ground with a respectful expression. She lowered her head to indicate that she had not found anyone in the apartment.

Yuri lowered his head and was silent for a long time: "Then are you going to find him?"

Ansondeer curled his lips, moved the mouse and continued to look down.

The blue and white kangaroo jumped out. I don't know what method he used, but he deciphered the code in a moment.

His account is still logged in, his avatar is Super Mario, and his ID is - "A passing elderly elemental mage".

Under the blogger's latest Weibo post, Yu Mingdao left messages and replied to many other people's messages. There is no need to guess that he is trying his best to protect Ansonlu's reputation.

"Give me the address."

This crusade was unprecedentedly brutal.

He turned his head and looked out the window, which was a tall green tree with leaves swaying gently in the dusk.

"Hey, I'm so damn convinced... Our Shiren's brains must be a bit sick, right? OK, I will take care of your child for you, just have a good rest."

Ansenlu didn't know how long Yu Mingdao had to investigate to find so many clues...

Ansonlu wanted to speak, but his throat was a little hoarse. He took a deep breath, with a complex light flowing in his eyes.

Next to the photo, a lot of analytical text was written in ballpoint pen: the time, place, and people before and after the Moscow violence incident. Yu Mingdao studied it very deeply and did not miss a single clue.

There is no doubt that due to the recent "old chess player rampage incident", the comment area under every Weibo post of this blogger has now been flooded with overwhelming curses.

"Well, I will go find him next." Ansenlu nodded, "By the way, I will confirm his condition. You should have a good rest first and don't think too much."

Several pages ago, this girl from Iceland wrote the name "Anson Deer" in crooked Chinese characters. She wrote the name, one stroke after another, and practiced it over and over again.

"……Why?"

Anson looked at Yuri twice, then stood up, put down his notebook, walked to the corridor, and closed the door.

"Thank you." Ansonlu waved his hand and said a little tiredly: "Use the travel voucher, Ancheng, and return to King Street."

"Pap..."

He ran upstream, running in such a mess, so unsightly, like a defeated dog with a broken leg and convulsions all over his body. Every cell in his body was shouting "Stop, stop, there is a dead end ahead."

”.

"I know." Anson Deer whispered.

He said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter."

Qi Yuanlu walked towards him and said, "Lu Jun, the official list of sacrifices for this round of dungeons has not yet been announced, and my informants are not so quick to get the news, so it would be better for you to confirm it in person."

"I said...fellow, how can I repay you this favor?"

Anson Deer hugged its shoulders and looked at the computer screen.

Go up the stairs to the second floor and find Apartment 03.

Yuri spoke: "I learned it when I was a kid."

The window is open, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines in. The furnishings of the room are very simple and clean, as meticulous as Yu Mingdao's appearance: cradle, bookshelf, table, ashtray, laptop, cigarette case, lighter, photos of his wife, brother

photos.

He saw at the end, the Boss released an AOE skill, and the huge ball of light spread into fifty beams of light in the sky, spreading to the earth like meteors during the day.

Yuri didn't respond.

Outside of dungeon time, Yu Mingdao would check in at Super Chat almost every day to see what Ansenlu was doing these days and whether this little kid had accomplished anything big again...

"Apartment No. 203, Building 5, Huijing Street, Ancheng."

The shadow is cast on the wall, like a kitten with its head lowered.

Every time a message was posted from this account, the screen was flooded with messages. Yu Mingdao's violent messages were very pale and powerless in the face of the overwhelming curses from netizens.

"Why don't I see you painting much now?"

"good."

"Let her go." He said, "Regardless of whether she has talent or not, she can do whatever she likes. There is no reason for others to interfere."

Flipping the book forward, you can see many traces of practicing Chinese characters - the writing is clumsy, but it can be seen from the above that she has been studying Chinese well during this time.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Click to open the home page.

At this time, Qi Yuanlu had already arrived. An Senlu had called him here in advance.

But in the end, he was the only one who rushed out.

This person seems to be really worried about him, trying so hard to find clues for him and clear his name...

However, it is obviously such a vulgar and boring text that even makes people laugh.

Turning to the back, his eyes were slightly red and his nose was sore.

But, for what? Just for that travel voucher? Or because I saved his life in Tokyo?

This 39-year-old uncle often visits "Chaohua", which is "Old Chess Players Chaohua".

But he tried his best to resist the idea of ​​stopping, and just desperately passed all the players, running forward, running, running, and finally reached Yuri in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr. Kangaroo."

[Urushihara Ritsu: Lu-kun, I just got the Boss battle video of this "Kyoto Collaboration Dungeon". 】

As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded, Ansonlu shook his head to get rid of the chaotic thoughts. He took a hand out of his pocket, shook the mouse slightly, and opened the laptop on the table.

"Besides, isn't this a very good painting?"

Of course, this anxious uncle cannot scold the vast number of netizens on his own.

It seems that this Icelandic girl thought it was her fault for killing Yu Mingdao, who was Anson Lu's friend.

[Yu Ming said: Fuck you, I played a dungeon with an old chess player, don’t I understand him better than you do?]

[Yu Mingdao: One or two people know that aliens are coming to invade the earth. You traitors are all going to smash rockets, right? He is from China.]

[Yu Mingdao: Tell me again, who are the lackeys of the serial players? No matter how good those serial players are, aren’t they more useful than you fools who are greedy for life and afraid of death?]

[Yu Mingdao: Damn it, it’s more important than qualifications. I’m a professor at Anseong University. Who are you brats?]

Ansen Lu could imagine the scene at that time. This old man, who was thirty-nine years old and still not stable enough, was smoking a cigarette while typing and cursing with netizens.

Ansonlu stared at the screen in silence for a long, long time...

This ID has a somewhat youthful feel, but it still exudes the embarrassment of a "serious old man who has been eliminated by the times".

On a lonely street with few people, dilapidated and yellowed shop signs, a young man wearing a hoodie walked out of the alley, looked up and around, and followed the street signs to the fifth apartment building.

"The teacher said I had no talent, saying that painting requires inspiration, and inspiration comes from emotions, but I can't do it."

"Why else? It was him who saved you, and you didn't force him to do anything." Ansonlu said, "He is an adult, and he will take responsibility for what he does."

At the moment when all the ordinary players ran back, Yu Mingdao looked at Yuri's figure in surprise. He also knew that the only "extreme ice" that Yuri could use to save his life had fallen into the cooling time.

After taking a closer look, there were clues and evidence about the "Moscow Case" - some of the photos showed "Lorenzo with dark red pupils and a gloomy expression", and some showed "an Anson deer with cold eyes and a bloody arm".

"So you can still draw?" Ansonlu asked.

He was not that great at all. At that time, his feet and hands were trembling, and his face was as pale as a dead man.

An Senlu rubbed Tianming point and thought: Uncle Yu Mingdao, how can you compare with the little girl chasing stars? If you admire me so much, how come you don't express anything when you see me?

He sighed softly and looked at it twice. There was another home page open.

Anson deer clicked his tongue and was dumbfounded.

"And..." An Senlu closed the book and said calmly: "I don't blame you for what happened to Uncle Yu Mingdao."

But he still kept posting...posting...posting...from afternoon to evening, just scolding people without doing anything. He completely lacked the demeanor and bearing that a professor should have.

He thought to himself, isn't the contrast between this fellow countryman's front and back too great? When Yu Mingdao acted serious in front of him, he was not like that on the Internet at all, right?

When Ansenlu saw this, his face twitched slightly, and he turned off the video with his long fingers, not continuing to watch it.

"Hahaha……"

Finally, Yu Mingdao marked some messy conclusions in red writing.

Next to it, there is a messy portrait. Although the brushstrokes are very casual, her skills can be seen.

Ansonlu pushed the door open and walked in, then closed the door gently.

The crow is still the same crow, and Anson Deer knows that this person will always provide the most effective and fastest information when he needs it.

Therefore, she was very afraid that Ansonlu would hate her and alienate her because of this incident.

"My dear fellow, how boring are you?"

After the scolding, Yu Mingdao even said something like "Holy shit, you keyboard warriors are just waiting for me. You are only a few levels and you dare to scream. When I enter the dungeon, I will kill a kid with a fireball."

Almost all the photos related to the case that can be found online have been printed out and posted on the wall.

An Senlu lowered her eyes and focused on the Chinese characters in the notebook. Most of the fonts were quite simple, but some of them were strangely crooked and the writing was a bit jerky. It seemed that her pen was not held very steadily.

Before entering the copy, Yu Mingdao was still browsing the "Weibo" website.

"Lorenzo arrived in Moscow before Anson Deer", "The truly out-of-control sequence player may be the Pope of the law enforcement team", "If the facts are as I thought, why did Anson Deer bear Lorenzo's crime? Two

Did one make a deal?”

"I see."

Ansonlu moved his finger, hesitated for a moment, and then clicked on the boss battle video.

This stubbornness is as strange as "the idiot who wants to use a frying pan to fight the flood".

Before entering the dungeon, Yu Mingdao seemed to be browsing the homepage of the Weibo user "Old Chess Player Bot". He was probably still smoking at the time, and there was some silver ash left in the ashtray.

Yu Mingdao knew that he would die, so he hesitated for a long time.

Even though the screen was full of insults and weird words, An Senlu still didn't care. He just moved the mouse and read some of Yu Mingdao's messages on Weibo.

The cold wind gently beats on the doors and windows, and the Norwegian winter is full of ice and snow everywhere. It seems that even this wooden house is unwilling to let go of the noisy wind and snow.

"Wait until I come back."

The shadow of the queen's stone statue passed by in the corridor, and then disappeared immediately. In this short half second, an inconspicuous crack appeared in the door lock, and the door opened a gap.

Yuri still didn't respond, but buried his head deeper.

After a long period of dead silence, he took a deep breath and looked up at the wall of the apartment, which was covered with many printed photos.

Anson Lu touched his nose with his hand and raised the corners of his mouth in a mocking arc.

Anson Lu stared at the densely packed photos and texts, and was stunned for a while before he recovered.

The sound of a match being burned interrupted Anson's chaotic thoughts.

Through the gaps between the leaves, one can see the crimson-colored sunset. The sunset also sees him and casts its last afterglow. The afterglow of the setting sun brings mottled light and shadow.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, she is really important to me." Ansenlu pursed his lips and whispered:

"Thank you for helping me protect her, really... thank you."

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