Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

Qiao Qi walked into the fifth corridor wearing a white coat and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He had a stinky face, looking like a plane crashed in a card game, just swiping Weibo, but saw a white ticket party (*no krypton gold player) showing off his new special prize from a single draw The kryptonite of ssr.

Behind him, followed by a few trembling guards. The guards looked at each other, wondering why this man, who was known for his noble status and harsh personality, didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but came here in a condescending manner.

Yet they still opened the door for him. After all, the person in front of him is a relative of the seventh consul, the nephew of the museum curator, a Ph.D. from Central University, and a rising star in the field of psychology. They can’t afford to offend people like this, and they don’t dare to offend them.

——What's more, this person is still in charge of the plan to "recover the southern border" recently, a friend of the admiral.

Therefore, rather than blocking his entry according to the rules and regulations, the guards wanted to do their best to please him, so they not only opened the door, but also delivered the door.

In normal times, unless it is the specified patrol time, these guards rarely take the initiative to wander and patrol these corridors. The museum's guarding equipment is quite reliable, and rather than wandering around in the icy corridors, it's better to go back to the warm room and watch a few online sensory movies. As a result, several potential criminals who were sleeping in the corridor all woke up. They opened their eyes, or they were puzzled, or looked at the sudden person in the corridor, not knowing what they were thinking.

The red-haired girl who was sitting by the bed with dull eyes like a puppet also rolled her eyes as they entered.

"They must have come to trouble No. 81," she heard the person next to her say.

"No. 81 is too arrogant." The woman who had been humiliated while painting also whispered, "Hey, among all of us, he is the most... Now it's okay—"

"Will he be killed?"

"do not know……"

The red-haired girl moved her fingers in the murmur.

Will that person die?

The people around her are speculating about that person's fate. Perhaps they didn't realize it themselves, before that, they seldom spoke.

They pay little attention to the outside world and are indifferent to the world in which they live. However, on this day...they couldn't help but have a conversation.

"Quiet!" the guard yelled, and all the potential criminals who were still whispering just now became silent. Then, he looked at Qiao Qi ingratiatingly, and said, "Dr. Qiao, these prisoners have been very restless recently. Hey, it's all because of this No. 81..."

"I know."

Georgie just casually glanced at these various potential prisoners, and then headed towards the cell where No. 81 was located without looking sideways.

It was not only the NPCs who were awakened by their movements, but also the players who had already slept. Lu Xiaotian pricked up his ears and listened to the movement outside. After hearing the familiar name "No. 81", he hurriedly climbed to Lin Huai's side and knocked on the glass: "Hey, Brother Lin, those people seem to be targeting you. here!"

"To make the guards so inspiring, today's person is not small..." Fatty Wang also said, shaking the flesh on his chin, "Brother, what are you doing now?"

The youth at the center of their discussion were also lying on the glass. He listened to the sound from the corridor and reasoned: "It's really strange, why is a rich second-generation looking for me in the middle of the night? If you have time to come to me in the middle of the night, why don't you go and deal with the **** dealer online... …”

"I don't think it's surprising that anyone came to you..." The white-collar workers in the corridor on the other side were unable to complain.

"I'm still bringing so many people here. If they want to do ○ or ○ or ○ to me here, I can't resist..."

"...Brother, you are still worried about this..." Fatty Wang raised his forehead, "I think you should first be worried that they will beat you up..."

"Brother Lin, you should think of a way." Lu Xiaotian said anxiously, "What if they really think so much about what to do to Brother Lin... what? I like slutty..."

Lin Huai: "...Thank you for your concern, but why do you make me so unhappy when you say this."

There was a chuckle from the cell opposite.

Lin Huai turned around and saw the girl wearing sunflowers smiling at him.

"But I think it's better for you to make some preparations." She tilted her head and narrowed her amber eyes. "The other party has named No. 81, and it's aggressive..."

There was not much concern in her tone, but more joy in watching the excitement. Lu Xiaotian on the other side also spoke in a hurry: "Yes, Brother Lin, although your daily point deduction reminder is as annoying as rap, but if you die, I will definitely be very uncomfortable..."

"What you said makes sense," Lin Huai put his hands down from the glass, "It seems that I really should make some preparations..."

Saying that, he pushed to the corner step by step. After examining the firmness of the corner, he grabbed a book and took a deep breath.

...then, he stood upside down.

Lu Xiaotian, who was watching his strange behavior, was stunned. Seeing this, Fatty Wang also crawled over: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"camouflage."

"Fake? Disguise for what?"

"I pretended to be number 18." Lin Huai pointed to his chest.

Fatty and others:  …

While a few people were gossiping, Dr. Qiao finally came to the end of the fifth corridor.

Before coming here, he had many assumptions in his mind. He assumed 81 would sit on the couch with his hands down, and gave him a creepy smile as he looked at him. He assumed 81 would sit on the bed and read, biting the pencil as if he was harmless. He assumed that 81 would be sitting in the corner, looking at the non-existent sky, muttering to himself like a lunatic...

He had made too many assumptions about this man, each filled with what might be called detailed logical reasoning. As a Ph.D. in psychology, he cared more about the unprecedented exhibition than anyone on the first day of "Eden" and watched it live.

——Then, he saw this number 81.

The failure of the entire show.

At first, he only thought that this person was an ordinary jumping clown - a clown who would be dealt with due to "sudden illness" and other reasons the next day, and got his confirmation from Dr. Lucier. However, just overnight, the winds of the whole world changed. People went to the fifth corridor to watch No. 81 with curiosity. The entire exhibition completely deviated from its original purpose, and Dr. Lucier, who he respected as a teacher, also regretted telling him that in view of "all kinds of force majeure", this person was left behind. He will not only live today, but will live many days——

Ridiculous, simply ridiculous! With great anger, he found his uncle, the director of the Greenhouse Capital Museum, and had a conversation. During the conversation, he proposed: "This person obviously shows strong aggressiveness, why not deal with him? Why keep him? This will turn us into a joke, which is a joke!"

However, his uncle, who had always been suave to him, refuted his opinion for the first time at that time, and told him that it was not a potential problem.

- What's the problem?

More factors, deeper consideration, greater interests, the curator said meaningfully. In the end, he patted his nephew on the shoulder: "But in the end, your good friend also contributed a lot to this incident. It was him who finally changed the decision of that person's execution."

Ridiculous, really ridiculous!

He didn't believe that his longed-for friend would actually do such a thing, and after a moment of calm, he immediately decided to ask. Unexpectedly, outside the door, I heard the man instructing the adjutant to give throat candy to the jumping clown.

... Obviously it was me first, whether it was friends or chatting... At that moment, countless barrages floated in Dr. Qiao's mind in sequence. At that moment, Touma Kazuya, Saiyuan Temple World, Shichinomiya Tomoyin possessed souls... When he came back to his senses, he had already come to Cell No. 81.

and saw the prisoner.

However……

"Is this No. 81?" He looked at the guard beside him uncertainly, "How did he..."

"No." The reply came quickly from the glass room, "This is No. 18, and No. 81 is in front."

Dr. Joe:  …

After a long while, he sneered: "Do you think I will believe it, raise your head! No, turn around first!"

The young man in front of him slowly put himself down from the corner and turned to look at him.

When he saw No. 81's face clearly, Dr. Qiao was in a trance.

In all fairness, the prisoner was quite handsome. His frail figure, pale skin and sullen demeanor, against the backdrop of the glass cell, showed a slightly neurotic temperament, sharp and special, and aroused people's desire to study and explore.

However, what attracts people is the pair of equally dark eyes under the dark forehead, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth under the straight bridge of the nose.

This person can be reminiscent of many things, the exquisitely dressed dolls in the shop windows smashed by baseball bats, the burning gasoline in the old castle, the terrorists in the fancy suits in the opera hall... In short, everything is beautiful, dangerous , and something that feels out of place.

Even with a strange prejudice in her heart, Qiao Qi has to honestly say that this person is really good in appearance - otherwise, he would not have attracted the attention of two rich people on the first day of development, when he first appeared on the roster. , and suggested that the curator "handled" him to them after the show...

...Although these rich people withdrew their requests after seeing the record of this person's bad mouth.

After realizing that he was distracted, Dr. Qiao coughed and said sharply, "Are you the clown who jumped on the beam?"

"No." Lin Huai whispered, "i\'mbatman."

Dr. Joe:  …

"Do you know who you're talking to?" shouted the guard. "The person in front of you is Dr. Joe Georgie! You should know that the seventh consul is also named Joe?"

"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you." Lin Huai said insincerely, "I'm sorry, I didn't see it at all just now..."

"why?"

"Your hair," Lin Huai pointed to his head, "is lacking in a sense of wisdom."

Dr. Qiao was stunned for a long time, and didn't seem to realize what the man was saying. For a long time, he turned to the guard: "What is he talking about?"

The guards were also at a loss. A girl's chuckle came from the glass room next door: "He's saying you're bald."

Dr. Joe:  …

He realized that from the moment he stepped into the fifth corridor, he seemed to be taken out of rhythm by the other party. For a long time, he took a deep breath, looked at the cunning prisoner, and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

"Stand upside down."

"You don't sleep at night, why did you come here to stand upside down?"

"In order to allow knowledge to settle." Lin Huai said sincerely, "As you can see, I was reading a book just now. Under the action of gravity, through the way of handstand, knowledge will penetrate more into the brain..."

Saying that, he raised the book in his hand.

Dr. Qiao fell silent as he looked at the "Big Greenhouse Dictionary" in his hand.

After a long time, he said again: "But I just saw that you took the book upside down, number 81."

"Oh, it's actually because I'm endorsing. It's just like the so-called back-and-forth..."

"It's not the book that I want to memorize, number 81."

Saying so, Dr. Qiao never gave up his observation of the other party for a moment. He scrutinized and looked at the other party's demeanor, only to feel that every pose and every movement of the other party was full of irregularities and strangeness that made him unbearable. Why does the admiral like you so much?"

The moment he said this, all the other players who were pretending to be sleeping quietly opened their eyes.

——Even including Zhao Jingtian on the opposite side.

"...He saved you, and before that, you never met." He then pressed his hand to the glass, "There are other people, people on the Internet, museum visitors%...one by one. It's like being poisoned by you."

"It's simply incomprehensible that a criminal, a natural born criminal with no quality, can actually become an Internet hero." He sneered, "I want to see what kind of magic you have!"

As he said that, he vigorously propped up his body from the glass, turned to leave, but saw the other party hug him and shouted, "Hey, let's talk about it, don't take my clothes off."

Dr. Joe:  …

He obviously felt that after 81 said that sentence, the eyes of the guards standing behind him changed. He resisted the urge to complain and left with a sneer.

But at this moment, the voice of the other party came from behind.

"You will soon know what kind of magic I have." The other party's voice with a lazy smile came, "For example, within an hour, you will come to see me a second time—"

"impossible."

"Don't be so quick to deny it." The man chuckled, "You will."

Dr. Joe angrily left, along with two guards. The only remaining security guard came to Cabinet No. 81 after checking the glass cabinets.

No. 81, who used to fight with Confucian scholars, is now lying on the bed with a small red dictionary in his hand. He knocked on the cabinet door curiously, successfully attracting the other person's eyes.

81: ?

"Why did you just say that Dr. Joe will be back?" the guard asked curiously.

"Why do you think not?" No. 81 raised his eyebrows.

"If I were him, I definitely wouldn't come back to see you again." The guard affirmed, "What sorcery did you use?"

Lin Huai looked at the curious young guard in front of him and narrowed his eyes.

"Would you like to make a bet with me?" he said. "Just bet that Dr. Joe will be back."

"Okay." The guard replied with no sense of crisis and no qualms about watching the fun, "What are you betting on?"

Lin Huai shook his finger at him: "A small agreement."

After Dr. Qiao's group and the last guard left the fifth corridor angrily, Lu Xiaotian and Fatty Wang, who had shrunk to one side, finally crawled over again. Fatty Wang looked at Lin Huai, and he couldn't help laughing and crying: "What did you mean when you said **** just now!!"

"...Probably want to add a bit of beauty to this place?" Lin Huai said casually, "Well, it just feels like the atmosphere is very suitable..."

"What kind of atmosphere is suitable!" Fatty Wang complained loudly, "Did you know that you managed to get rid of the NPC? Didn't you hear, that NPC is the second generation of Quan, follow him, and you can escape sea ​​of ​​bitterness……"

"Brother Lin, how did you know he would come back?" Lu Xiaotian asked a different question.

Lin Huai looked at him, squinting and smiling.

"Look here."

Lu Xiaotian looked up and saw an ID card lying quietly where his finger was pointing.

"Just now when he was lying on the glass, because he was too excited, the ID card in his trouser pocket just fell out." Lin Huai said, "I bet he will come back to find the ID card within an hour."

Fatty Wang: "Brother, you are really observant..."

Half an hour later, Dr. Qiao, who had long since left, had a dark face again and returned to the fifth corridor angrily.

As soon as he entered, he heard a whistle from No. 81: "Your Yida is here."

Dr. Qiao picked up the card and left with a dark face without looking at the other party.

After Dr. Joe and the others left again, the young guard stayed in the corridor again. He looked at Lin Huai and said with emotion, "I really didn't expect..."

"Haha." Lin Huai shook his shoulders and smiled, "I didn't expect it to happen like a god..."

Guard: "I didn't expect you to be able to reason in addition to being a lunatic!"

"...Delete the previous sentence. Thank you." Lin Huai almost fell, "Now is the time for you to keep your promise."

"What do you want to do?" the guard asked with interest. "Of course you have to remember that as a small guard, my authority is very limited, and I can't do anything other than transport a little supplies..."