The solar system is broken

Fanchuan fell.

However, it was not the collapse, but the national riots in Fanchuan, which directly opened the city and surrendered.

In fact, this kind of war-weariness has always existed in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, but it is a pity that the five big bosses have not agreed yet and clicked the red reject button.

In the end, the citizens and soldiers, who were short of food and clothing, could no longer bear it and chose to surrender forcefully.

After the furious soldiers killed some of the stubborn militants, the remaining fence-sitters instantly surrendered.

The entire Battle of Fanchuan lasted for three months before it was finally concluded.

Corpses were piled up on top of the city, and the entire river turned red with blood after the corpses were dumped.

The big carp in the river will be especially fat next year, but it's a pity that no one dares to eat them.

Leader: I'm hungry, I'm going to leave.

Leader: I have left the city expansion plan and the puppet plan in the policy.

Leader: Take what you need.

Artist: Slow Walk Tyrant.

Leader: Same as above.

【The leader has exited the room.】

The writer stood up from the computer and rubbed his eyes.

He took out the medicine bottle from the drawer and took two more pills.

The Penguin kept beeping.

Yichunyuan news 99 plus.

The writer was curious and started a group chat.

Madam: I heard that a lot of people from the Space Force have come down recently to inspect the game.

Chunhua: Check the game?

Xia Hua: It seems like you are playing to death.

Qiuhua:?

Madam: I don’t know, but my friends in South America said that cities have started to conduct anti-terrorism drills non-stop.

Madam: It is said to be related to the game.

Chunhua: Ghosts believe you.

Xia Hua: Qiang Qiang (emoticon package).

Qiuhua: Having said that, I remembered a piece of gossip from our research institute, which seemed to be a biological and neurological crime.

Madam: Did I just say it? Scientists have heard the news.

Spring Flowers: Neurological Crime?

Qiuhua: It’s probably a VR game inside a neural takeover.

The so-called nerve takeover is a kind of biochip implantation technology. VR is connected to the human sensory nerves through a biochip to achieve an extremely realistic effect.

As you can see, VR will take over neural perception, accidents often occur, and coupled with the immaturity of the technology, this technology was banned in the early years.

It's just that the law has never been able to prevent crime, and such things are often circulated in the underground black market.

However, in theory, this kind of thing is just a general crime, and it is a bit nonsense when it involves the Space Force.

The writer shook his hands, stretched his muscles, and didn't think much about it.

All this is sparse and ordinary.

Just when I was about to close the chat, an interesting thing caught the writer's attention.

Qiuhua: It is said that this game is related to a Chinese-American physicist.

Qiuhua: It seems to be a family named Jiang, with three generations...

Chinese, surnamed Jiang. This is okay. But...

Qiu Hua: It’s also related to the Hal Consortium. Xia Hua: The Hal Consortium? The one from Mi Air?

Qiuhua: Well. It is said that the Chinese man is also in a relationship with the son of the Hal Consortium...

Qiuhua: But who knows?

Fat Ya: What’s your name?

???

The writer was speechless when he saw his nickname, Fat Ya.

Fat Ya: Who changed my name?

Madam: Hahahahaha~

Madam: (goose crowing~emoticon).

If it's not the madam, it's a ghost.

Qiuhua: I don’t know.

Fat Ya changed her nickname to writer.

The madam changed your nickname.

Fat Ya: Is she a woman?

Qiuhua: I don’t know, but that physicist is very authoritative in the industry.

Xia Hua:? (Little Bear is confused) Is there a possibility that the son of the Hal Consortium is gay?

Madam: Pure love comes first!!

When the writer saw that his nickname had been changed again, he was speechless and felt a chill in his heart.

[Pang Ya will change her nickname to prostitute]

Madam: Hey~

Chunhua: Sister, the leader, vented all her unhappiness about the game on Sister Fatty.

Chun Hua: Wonderful~

Madam: Who told her not to give me fun?

Prostitute: I am the only male in the group?

Spring Flower:!

Xia Hua:!

Madam: You all sent "!", so what should I send?

silence...

Qiuhua: No surprise, you are indeed the only man.

Madam: You are a grown man, but the only photos in your space are of women?

The writer then remembered that there was a photo in his space, but it was a photo of Jiang Che when he was young.

Prostitute: That's my sister.

Madam: I didn’t expect such a cruel man like you to have a beautiful sister.

Prostitute: Scientist, what else do you know?

Qiuhua: I can’t disclose it, but if you are interested, we can meet.

Prostitute: address.

Qiuhua: I’ll send it to you via email.

Prostitute: When?

Qiuhua: You can come anytime, I’ll be there.

Prostitute: I'm off.

Madam: Damn it, you cheated me of a girl so quickly.

Xia Hua: Mom, don’t be angry, do you still have me?

Chunhua: And me, and me.

Madam: Wuwuwu~

The spring scenery in Yichun Courtyard is endless. There are so many women’s dramas.

The writer sat in front of the computer and waited for two minutes before an email was sent.

The address is very familiar.

Jiangnan University Laboratory Building, No. 12 Physics Laboratory.

"Huh!" The writer stretched and stood up.

It's a bit crazy. It's been two days and this game hasn't been released yet. It's probably going to be obsolete.

Eat something and then sleep.

This time is three-thirty in the morning at constant time, and it is expected that the sunrise time at the observatory will be close to one day away. After dinner, I go to bed, which happens to be sunrise.

Regardless of whether it's true or not, the writer thinks it's best to ask. This world is a circle and it's very chaotic.

Putting down the medicine bottle, the writer pushed his wheelchair out the door, but heard a knock on the door.

The writer became confused, who was reading the water meter?

But it’s only August or September, and it’s not yet the payment time.

Click, the door opened.

Sichuan Yuan stood at the door holding the dog, and the dog kept timidly hiding under Sichuan Yuan's crotch.

"I'm starving to death." When I fell asleep, someone actually gave me a pillow.

Kawahara, "Hey, it looks like I'm back at the right time."

"There's no additional service fee, right?" The writer spread his hands.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he can't do anything. If Chuan Yuan doesn't come, he may have to worry for a while.

"Not necessarily~" Kawa Yuan blinked.

The writer waved his hand and said, "It's just you. Don't worry, I can afford it now."

Sichuan Yuan blushed, "Young disciple!"

The writer touched his nose and asked, "What did I do wrong?"

Kawahara rolled his eyes at him, "I have been to the hospital. My sister is recovering well."

Hearing this title, the writer felt a little bad.

It's definitely not good to get together with this woman.

"Sister asked me to take care of you for a few days," Kawahara shrugged and gave the writer a malicious look.

"Oh," the writer's expression was very cold, and he rarely had any objection.

But what the writer thought was that if he was going to trouble other people, it would be better to catch someone who could make a living.

"I guess you agreed," Chuan Yuan looked calm on the surface, but actually he was a little excited in his heart.

Bugui Chuanyuan was excited that she had a mobile database.

Kawahara handed the dog leash to the writer and entered the kitchen.

The writer looked at the restless dog and frowned. This thing seemed to be very excited.

Kawahara is happily cooking, and the writer is "playing with the dog".

When Sichuan Yuan came out with the dishes, the writer hugged the dog and fell asleep drooling.

The poor dog was grinning and did not dare to move. When the writer was half-awake, he even pulled the dog.

The dog howled softly, but did not dare to move at all. The dog was helplessly rested on the writer's pillow.

Chuan Yuan looked at the man and the dog, and pursed his lips and smiled. It was so funny.

"dinner time."

"It's time to eat!!" The writer woke up in surprise, and the dog on his knees was shaken to the ground by him.

The dog was also startled and howled dissatisfiedly.

But with the writer around, it didn't dare to be too loud.

In fact, Sichuan’s cuisine is of a very high standard, but it’s not suitable for everyone’s taste.

People in the Kingdom of the Sun are generally on the lighter side, but the writer is a loyal fan of Sichuan cuisine and likes excitement and excitement to maintain high energy throughout the day.

(Actually, there are many more non-spicy Sichuan dishes than spicy ones, but the rare secret is that this kind of Sichuan cuisine is either complicated to make or too expensive.)

(It’s not common for writers to have a 1w junior writer, and that’s understandable.)