Lost Narrative Poetry

"Did you kill a lot?" Gao Cheng Saya's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is probably the only good news in such a bad situation, and judging from this guy's ability, he has been busy since noon and has only come back at midnight, and he still uses righteous means. The efficiency must be quite amazing. of.

Perhaps if you think about it more optimistically, how many thousands of dead zombies did he kill? fifty thousand? One hundred thousand? still……

If he hadn't known that it was impossible and unrealistic, Saya Takagi would have really wished that the other party had been busy for such a long time and had already cleared out all the dead zombies in Bedlord City.

In that case, it is really the best development.

"As for the exact number of kills, I can only say that it is really not too little. Anyway, in exchange for experience, I can upgrade many levels and increase my blood to 39 points. I can even continue to click on other points..."

Xia Ran said seriously, and then smacked her lips with regret.

"But in the future, there will probably be very few such good things, and it is actually a waste to kill them in such a hurry, because there is no time to gather them as much as possible, just for the sake of speed..."

"Can't you be more serious?"

Takagi Saya said feebly, this person never seems to be serious and always behaves so heartlessly.

Although this is not without its benefits, it is precisely because this person has always been like this that they can barely maintain a more positive and relaxed mentality, instead of being gloomy, desperate, and depressed...

The role of the backbone is really important. If the leader of a team is anxious all day long and shows no confidence in himself, then the people below will only feel worse.

Leadership is a combination of behaviors that will inspire people to follow the leader rather than simply obey.

"I'm very serious..." Xia Ran smiled slightly, put down the book in his hand, jumped down from the window sill, stretched out his hand to push on the bridge of his nose, but the result was nothing.

However, he didn't pay too much attention, he just smiled. His short-sightedness was treated by the white space as a hidden danger and unhealthy state. It was a recent thing that he didn't wear glasses.

It is quite reasonable that habits developed in the past cannot be changed for a while.

"On your side, your current mood is not quite right. It's better to have a good night's rest... Don't think too much and put too much pressure on yourself. In fact, no matter how bad the situation is, it will still be like that. You don't want to die, right? "

He looked around at the crowd and continued with a hint.

"As long as you don't want to die, you can only continue to work hard to live, and think about so many things that you have no way to contact or solve. There are only disadvantages and no benefits... The nerves are getting thinner and thinner, and they are getting tighter and tighter, and you can't point them accurately. When will it stop?"

Everyone looked at each other and smiled bitterly. It's not that they didn't understand this truth, but how easy was it to be as free and easy as this guy?

The opponent's power is beyond what ordinary people can imagine. He can protect himself no matter where he goes, and he can even be said to be unscrupulous. And the most important thing is that he is not from this world at all.

When the time comes, he will leave directly. By that time, it will really be a flood, and it will have nothing to do with him.

"Okay, you look like you've been tired all day. It's almost two o'clock now, so you should go to bed first. If you have anything to do, we can talk about it tomorrow..."

Seeing that they were silent, Xia Ran thought for a moment and simply cast a calming spell on these people equally. Invisible spiritual power flowed out, opening up an equally invisible mind force field, moistening things and covering everyone silently.

It's not like the performance in the game. It's like releasing a wave fist by clenching the five fingers, smashing out a ball of magic light, hitting the target and wrapping around the target, and the corresponding magic effect can be exerted.

That's really just a performance in the game. After all, if you want to take care of players, you naturally have to use some simple and intuitive special effects as a form of expression of skills. You can't let players dance in the air, right?

——Do you still want to make money?

All in all, when the fantasy becomes reality, it becomes another form of expression. It can either directly release spells on single targets, or convert them into group-wide effects at the same time.

It's not like the skills in the game, which are restricted by various data and appear mechanical and rigid. A single target is a single target, and a group is a group. The duration is as long as it should be, and the attack distance is as far as it needs to be. How far……

There is no degree of freedom at all, and you can't adjust it even if you want. The so-called spells are actually firearms embodied in another form. The only thing the player can do is to control the direction of the muzzle and pull the trigger to fire bullets...

For Busujima Yako, Takagi Saya and others, the feeling is very magical. Obviously, they are not profound and reasonable words, they are just commonplace comforting words, but from the mouth of the young man in front of them, it is really It is refreshing.

It seemed that there was an unknown magic power in the words, which made them feel relaxed unconsciously. The worry on their faces slowly faded away, revealing a relaxed look. It seemed that the pressure in their hearts was easily relieved. .

After the mood relaxed, fatigue and fatigue naturally quickly rushed to the whole body, and some people began to yawn... And as we all know, yawning is contagious, so people started to yawn one after another.

Under the comfort of the calming technique, the protagonist Tuan and others also underwent a conversational therapy, and the effect seemed to be pretty good——

Although the problem has not been solved and the current situation has not improved in any substantial way, at least they can better accept the reality instead of simply accumulating stress, fear and various negative emotions.

This is not helpful at all.

After sending away the protagonists who all started to yawn, Xia Ran gently closed the door of his room and felt that he actually had the talent to be a psychiatrist. He solved this group of people with just a few words. people.

Well, if he really becomes a psychiatrist, he will definitely be the best in the world... He thought so humbly.

But this is indeed true. All the psychiatrists in this world have probably died a long time ago. If he is not the best in the world, who else can think of himself as the best in the world?

Xia Ran returned to the window sill and continued to read by the moonlight. He still had plenty of mental power, and it was not suitable to continue to exercise his mental power now. He was afraid that he would automatically increase an attribute point and break through the 40-point mark, so he went into meditation. It also stopped.

Since he couldn't meditate and couldn't sleep for the time being, he naturally had no choice but to read books to pass the time. Anyway, he had already formed a habit in this area, and he wouldn't find it boring. Instead, he could adjust his mood very well.

In fact, there is no need to use the moonlight to read. This does not mean that his eyesight is so good, but that he has accidentally discovered another use of mental power before.

That is, as long as through physical contact, he can extend his mental power to cover certain objects and read the information on them. Just like now, he was not really reading with his eyes, but through the touch of his palms, lines of text flowed into his heart.

Not even a single punctuation mark is missed, and even turning pages is just a habitual gesture, which is very magical.

Xia Ran was as if he had gotten a novel toy and enjoyed it endlessly. He felt that the characteristics and application direction of this mental power were probably the prerequisites for advanced abilities such as "mental power scanning".

After all, strictly speaking, this is also the direction in which mental power is released to read information. It cannot leave the body directly, and must use his limbs to make physical contact. But it should be considered a... prototype, right?

While reading the book in his hand in this way, he looked out at the dark and lightless city.

He was scrambling for time today to remember this incident temporarily, because he had forgotten many plot details and the like. Naturally, he had subconsciously ignored the impact of the nuclear explosion EMP before, but luckily he remembered it temporarily.

——So it is not a complete missed opportunity. Although it was a bit wasted, he still scored an unimaginable amount of points.

But this is the last big windfall. In the future, there will probably be very few opportunities to directly and easily obtain large amounts of points. Moreover, the power system is completely paralyzed, and many electrical appliances have been directly scrapped. If you want to use it like this It’s also difficult to score.

It’s not that it’s absolutely impossible, but it’s not as convenient as before. It doesn’t mean that you can just carry a few speakers on stage, but you have to bring a generator with you to regenerate electricity and lay out the wiring...

Therefore, the next step is to use the power of others to eliminate the relatively scattered zombie groups and slow down the speed of accumulating points, hoping to catch up with his own plan.

With this in mind, he opened his information page and took a look. The residence time calculated by White Space had changed again. Now there were only three months left. It seemed that his previous spree of monsters had a major impact. .

And this time will be further shortened, unless he gives up from now on and does nothing.

Sighing softly, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the door——

"Please come in."

"..."

"..."

The door handle was gently twisted and then pushed open, and a slim figure with long purple hair appeared beside the door, holding a tray in her hand, and the top of the bowl seemed to be steaming.

"Would you like a late-night snack?" Yako Busujima asked softly with a smile.

"I'm extremely happy." Xia Ran tilted his head, then smiled, and put down the book, "But I guess you're not here specifically to bring me supper, right?"

"No, I just brought you a late-night snack specifically for classmate Xia Ran. Didn't you say you wanted to eat it yesterday? And I see that you haven't eaten anything today..." Busujima Yaozi said calmly, She came over and put the tray down.

"Thank you very much, but..." Xia Ran paused for a moment, then said very seriously, "You don't have to worry about killing people, and don't have any psychological burden. The times have really changed."