Life Copy Game

【He Ao (Ander)】

[Permission Level: Ordinary Player]

[Physical fitness: 15 (13) (10 for ordinary people in the copy world, 5 for ordinary people in the main world)]

[Skill: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (Soul Binding) (Level E)]

[Mechanical modification: none]

[Martial Arts: Introducing Qi into the Body (Level F) (Cannot be used)]

[Character Abilities: Basic Firearms Proficiency, Introducing Qi into the Body (No Level)]

The level of Super Memory has been upgraded from F level to E level. His originally exhausted mental and physical strength are gradually recovering. Maybe this is the effect of the mysterious potion he drank? Super Memory absorbed the power of the potion, which not only made up for the loss of He Ao's life, but also resulted in a promotion.

"How do you know that potion will work for me?"

He Ao closed the attribute panel, leaned against the wall, and asked softly.

"Um?"

The little boy was lifting the metal-wrapped test tube, looking at the empty inner wall, and shaking it a few times. He seemed to be confused about how He Ao could suck the contents so cleanly.

"I don't know," he turned around and put the silver test tube in his pocket, "but I saw that you wanted it very much, so I gave it to you."

"So, it looks like I'm lucky,"

He Ao laughed. At this time, he had regained some strength. He put his hand in his pocket and fumbled out a toy pistol. After so many things, this gun was still lying safely in his pocket. He put the gun He handed it back to the little boy, "I'll give it back to you as a reward for saving me."

This little boy is the little boy who used a toy gun in exchange for a Ho-O hot dog at the entrance of the Crown Casino.

"This is not enough for you, you have to pay more."

The little boy took the pistol and deftly opened the magazine. He found that the last plastic bullet was gone. He looked a little frustrated, but he didn't say anything more. Instead, he took back the magazine and inserted the pistol into his toy police car. superior.

Only then did He Ao realize that the toy pistol and the toy police car were a pair.

He reached out and pressed the red button on the toy police car, and the piercing alarm bell sounded.

Hearing this alarm bell, He Ao instantly understood the logic of the incident.

The little boy used the alarm bell of a toy car to pretend that the police were coming and scared away the dancer, and then fed him the medicine in the silver test tube, saving his life.

It was similar to what he had guessed when he first woke up.

When he woke up and saw a little boy instead of Smith, he roughly guessed that the little boy had saved him.

Although it seemed to be a mistake, judging from the result, He Ao's life was indeed saved.

"Don't press it randomly!" The little boy hurriedly knocked his hand off and pressed it again to stop the alarm bell. "The battery is very expensive, and..."

"And what?"

He Ao was a little curious.

Just as he finished speaking, there were sudden sounds of rapid footsteps in the dark night, and a homeless man with unkempt hair and a worn leather jacket rushed out. He glanced around, saw the little boy, and rushed towards him in a hurry. Come over.

"I said who has been making noise here in the middle of the night, it turned out to be you, little brat."

As he walked over, he pretended to fight.

The little boy subconsciously hugged the toy car and huddled up.

boom--

With the crisp sound of the gunshot, the rapidly sliding bullet hit the concrete floor in front of the homeless man, splashing several pieces of cement.

The tramp, who had been so aggressive just now, suddenly froze in place.

"roll."

He Ao put down his gun and said calmly.

This one is an ordinary gun, and the Gauss gun is strapped to his waist.

"Get out of here, get out of here."

The homeless man shrank up immediately, nodded and rolled back into the darkness.

It's not that this guy didn't hear the sound of He Ao fighting with the dancer. He was just afraid of the power of the battle and huddled in the corner and didn't dare to come out.

The loud noise of the battle could not disturb him, but how could the alarm bell of a toy car disturb him?

It's just bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

This guy might not have wanted to test He Ao's ability to fight when he came out. If He Ao lost his ability to resist, not only would the little boy be beaten, but all the valuables on He Ao would be robbed.

The reason why he didn't rush out at the beginning was probably because he was frightened by the sound of the battle just now.

He Ao slowly put away the gun in his hand, and as he put away the gun, the little boy's eyes followed the movement of his hand.

"Are you a police officer?"

the boy asked tentatively.

"That's right," He Ao thought for a moment. In a sense, the investigator is equivalent to a special policeman in the copy world. He looked at the little boy's toy police car and said, "Do you want to be a policeman?"

The little boy glanced at the toy car in his hand and shook his head, "I don't want to."

He Ao smiled and stared at him.

"Just a little bit, you look so majestic," the little boy pursed his lips. He looked at He Ao and changed the topic, "Will someone come to rescue you later? Will there be an ambulance? I heard that ambulances are very popular." It’s expensive, but it’s very powerful. It can save people who are dying by lifting it up.”

"Who did you listen to?"

He Ao stood up with difficulty and staggered towards the briefcase.

"My Father."

The little boy stretched out his hand to help him, watching his movements curiously.

"Where's your dad?"

He Ao walked forward step by step.

"He died," the little boy replied calmly. "He couldn't call an ambulance, and then he died."

Then he circled around He Ao, "You haven't answered me yet. Do you have an ambulance?"

He Ao paused for a moment, then continued walking forward, "I don't have an ambulance."

"Can't you call an ambulance?"

The little boy was a little confused.

"Well," He Ao nodded slightly. He walked to the briefcase and squatted down. "The ambulance is too expensive, more than a thousand federal coins per trip."

"It's so expensive." The little boy seemed to know the price of an ambulance for the first time. He calculated on his fingers, "One big fried chicken leg is one federal coin. More than a thousand federal coins can buy more than a thousand fried chicken legs!"

His eyes were widened, shock written all over his face.

"Um."

He Ao opened the briefcase. There was a tablet computer inside, which had been smashed by scattered gravel. Three pens were scattered out. He Ao rummaged around and found a paper notebook and a bottle of beautifully packaged thumb-sized pens. of ink.

Paper is rarely used in the copy world. School teaching is generally completed with high-precision pressure-sensitive electronic paper, and social communication is all handed over to electronic files. The reduced demand has also caused the price of paper and books to rise.

But the paper industry has not disappeared. Human beings' acceptance of knowledge in paper books is better than electronic paper in some cases.

Therefore, elite private schools and some universities still use paper. For example, the private school Ander attended when he was a child used paper books for teaching.

In addition, some social elites and ancient families still use paper to pass down some documents or write on paper, so using paper has become a symbol of "upper class" in a sense.

The ability to find notebooks, pens, and ink from the briefcase proves that this man's social status is not low.

He Ao didn't know why the man came to see the dancer, but he looked around and found nothing else.

"Are you looking for a book?" The little boy looked at He Ao's movements in confusion. He tilted his head, then ran a few steps and waved to He Ao, "Follow me."

He Ao looked at him doubtfully, then picked up his notebook, pen, and ink, and followed him into the depths of the building.

Along the way they passed a burning fire, and many homeless people gathered around to keep warm. These homeless people stared at them like hungry beasts.

Then He Ao silently raised the gun in his hand, and the homeless people slowly turned their attention back.

After passing through several such fires, the little boy finally took He Ao to his destination.

This looks like a small warehouse room, locked with a big iron lock. The lock and door have signs of being smashed. Next to the door is a small breathable window. It is extremely narrow, and an adult can barely fit one head in it. Go in.

The glass of the window had been smashed, and He Ao looked inside through the window. The warehouse was not big, and it was empty. Only a shabby coat and some small bags with bulging bags could be seen.

"Wait a moment."

The little boy put the toy on the ground, skillfully climbed into the window, and rummaged in a bag. After a while, he took out two books from it, ran over and swayed through the window, "This is what you are looking for." ?"

He Ao looked carefully and saw that they were two textbooks for lower grades of elementary school. He nodded, "This is it!"

The little boy held the book proudly and climbed over the window. He Ao reached out to pick him up.

While catching him, He Ao looked into the window and asked, "Do you live here?"

"right!"

The little boy patted his clothes and handed the book to He Ao.

"Then you went so far to the Crown Casino?"

He Ao borrowed the book and asked casually.

"Gamblers over there are very generous when they win money. There are also some small shops that specialize in dealing with gamblers who have lost everything. It's very cheap to buy food in those shops, and it doesn't cost me anything to take the bus."

The little boy said very tactfully that his height is only about one meter, and the pay line for buses in Chenxi City is one meter per meter.

He Ao flipped through the book the little boy gave him. Both books were very new and seemed to have been rarely flipped. He was a little curious, "Where did you get such a new book?"

"Someone came to hand out bread before, and they were given out together. I thought it would be good to use to start a fire, so I took it.

Later they stopped distributing it and taught writing instead. They only accepted children and received a piece of bread for each class. They were a bunch of weirdos.

But they give them plenty of bread, which is delicious, and they are rewarded with toys if they learn well. I quite like them."

The boy rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "It's just that they stopped coming frequently. At first it was once a week, then once every two weeks, and now they may not come once every month or two."

He Ao turned the book to the back and saw a line of text printed on the back, [Morning Street Children's Aid Society, donation hotline: 010****375]

"Maybe I have no money."

He put the book away casually.

"By the way, what are you doing with these books?" The boy looked at He Ao in confusion, "Do you want to go to school too?"

"No," He Ao shook his head, clicked on the character panel again, and looked at (Ender) after his name, "In order to complete the mission."

This mission has finally reached its final stage.