Yu Guang

Chapter 3 Black Gun
After hunting, Wen Quan likes to go to the cafe on Liming Street for a drink.

Dawn Street is a very interesting street.

The main part of the street is a series of independent buildings with different styles, each building is hung with a very conspicuous and occasionally changed name, such as: Super Speed ​​(retro version), your journey to cultivate immortality, Hei Bajie, Castle in the Sky version 40.32, Boxing World 9.0, Peppa Pig, Starry Sky Whore... and so on.

The projects are complex and exciting.

On the thousands of Liming Streets operating simultaneously, all kinds of virtual images can be seen at any time.

Fairies with fluttering belts, brutes in simple animal clothes, beauties in sunglasses in full-body leather clothes, sexy men like those out of Greek mythology, young men equipped with a full set of miniature space mechs, monkeys, Tiaodan Superman, walking Mosaic...

Yes, this is the hottest virtual neighborhood in the human home planet.

Wen Quan has a dozen looks to choose from at Dawn Street, thanks to his outstanding game credentials.

But Wen Quan's favorite appearance combination is a Novice Village suit from a game that has been offline. The thin leather armor, leather boots with rough scratches, and gloves with holes make him look like a Like a down and out warrior.

Whenever a stranger notices his attire, Wen Quan's carefully crafted handsome face will show a charming smile, as if saying:

'It's quite a novice, but these are all old things. '

What is different today is that Wen Quan hesitated for a long time at the login interface on Liming Street.

He originally wanted to dress up handsomely, because he had an important date coming up.

But when Wen Quan's finger was about to land on the expensive 'suit thug' suit, he paused for a few seconds, and then slid his finger to the top box in the common column beside him.

"It's still this set."

After clicking twice to confirm, a blue light appeared all over Wen's body, and he in the mirror had been dressed.

Although I have been emotional countless times, but...

Oh, the bondage created by the leather boots and belt is so real!
It's a pity that the real physical sense of the virtual community is capped by the laws of the home planet.

In Wen Quan's eyes, there is always a simple interface frame, with various data beating inside, reminding him that this is not the real world.

The rusty iron sword at the waist is just a decoration on Dawn Street.

Wen Quan untied the iron sword and put it on the shoe cabinet by the door.

He wanted to look a little gentler about himself today.

Pushing open the door, Wen Quan was intoxicated by the complicated light signs on the street promoting the new tour, mixed with the talking and laughing of men and women.

"This is the best community release in years."

Wen Quan muttered in a low voice, and played a relaxing melody within the privacy range of half a meter around him, while he hummed a small tune and walked through the crowd.

Walking through the streets and alleys, passing through the screen plaza that gathers news information, glanced at the latest game information, and pushed open the door of the coffee shop.

It is still the familiar window seat facing the street, the familiar checked tablecloth, and the familiar touch brought by the hardwood chair.

Turn off the music, turn on the ambient sound, and the melodious piano music accompanied by the chatting and laughing of several virtual guests makes this place full of the atmosphere that can only be found in history books.

Wen Quan glanced at the time in the upper left corner of the eye interface.

09:25:45 p.m.

I have about 6 minutes left.

Wen Quan tapped the table twice with his fingers, and a sexy avatar came over with a pen and paper.

He tapped the screen that popped up in front of him a few more times, and a cup of coffee exuding white mist appeared in front of Wen Quanquan.

It's a pity that because the virtual community's taste simulation also has an upper limit - which is also subject to legal constraints - it is impossible to experience those rare and famous wines in a virtual environment, and it is also impossible to obtain real alcohol paralysis.

Wen Quan picked up his coffee and lowered his head to take a sip.

Ding, Ding——

Suddenly, a notification sound came from the ear, and a user applied to enter his seat.

Wen Quan agreed without thinking too much, and the figures of three girls appeared in the aisle ahead, talking and laughing and walking towards this side.

They all looked to be in their 20s, enjoying their youth to the fullest.

When Wen Quan first glanced over, what caught his eyes was the slender waist and the three almost perfect silhouettes.

The leading woman is Wen Quan's wife, an ordinary woman whose real age is 45 years old.

In the virtual community, she has short hair and a face that looks like a popular star. Her leather pants and shorts are also very fashionable. What attracts more attention is her hot figure. There seems to be some kind of fatal attraction hidden in the thread.

'Please forgive me. '

Wen Quan groaned a few times in his heart.

As soon as he thought of his wife's appearance in reality and her middle-aged figure, he lost the slightest interest in exploring the two girls who were walking with his wife.

"sit."

Wen Quan greeted him politely, although he didn't get up.

The two girls smiled and nodded at him, but they just stood by the chairs, completely sisters who came to cheer up their wives.

They have expensive and rare hair colors such as silver and sea blue, and the fashionable short skirts on their bodies seem to have been brought into the virtual community from reality, which perfectly demonstrates their considerable financial resources.

Yes, my wife's current social circle is completely different from my own.

"Cough," Wen Quan was a little afraid to look at the woman in front of him. Just as he was about to speak, he thought of the agreement between the two of them.

In the virtual community, they are now called brother and sister; each has their own social circles, and they don't want people to know that they are married.

"How did you think about that matter?" The wife asked proactively.

"That's it," Wen Quan said calmly, "When will we meet offline."

"Tomorrow, at noon tomorrow," the woman lit a cigarette and lightly puffed out a smoke ring, "Is there anything else you want to tell me? Those conditions I put forward before?"

"I promise."

Wen Quan smiled, looked at the time in the upper left corner of the interface frame, and continued:

"My income is not bad now, I am the deputy head of a hunting group, and someone introduced me to a good fund, and I am about to invest a sum of money in it..."

"These are your own business."

The woman interrupted him, showing a bit of impatience on her small face, "I don't think you need to tell me this."

"Yep."

Wen Quan's thumb was embedded in the round handle of the coffee cup.

He glanced at the time in the upper left corner:

09:30:05 p.m.

Wen Quan seemed to want to say something, but he just smiled. He looked up at the woman in front of him, as if he saw the partner who had spent many days and nights laughing with him through two layers of virtual camouflage.

She is still so young, beautiful, gentle, and full of kindness to life.

she……

"What's that outside?"

The two girls standing beside the chair spoke in a voiceless voice. Their gazes passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw the figure that was walking slowly.

It was a dark figure.

The black smoke spread out from under his cloak, eroding towards all parts of the street;

Light blue squares appeared on the streets and various items on the edge of the black smoke.

Under the cloak, one could faintly see a miserable green phosphorescence, and the stone road he walked on left burning footprints one after another.

The air on the street was filled with the smell of anxiety. Many girls covered their noses, and their respective environmental control buttons failed at the same moment.

A chubby young man shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Dude! How much did you pay for this special effect?"

The dark figure did not respond.

The figure continued to step forward, and after leaving two flame footprints, it stood outside the window of the coffee shop.

He slowly raised his head, revealing the cold eyes under the cloak, and the festered face with a few pieces of rotten flesh hanging on it.

Even today when horror games are very popular, the two girls on the other side of the window still screamed involuntarily.

Wen Quan's wife looked up, her face was a little pale, and she curled up on the edge of the chair in fright.

Wen Quan looked at his wife calmly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and said:

"Why are you still frightened by such strange things? Aren't they all virtual?"

Outside the window, the man under the cloak stared at Wen Quan, and took out a revolver wrapped in flames in his arms with his right hand.

This kind of firearm, which has long disappeared in reality and only appears in history books and the bottom of collectors' boxes, has made the onlookers tremble at this moment.

The palm and arm of the cloaked man passed through the glass window without hindrance, and a light blue film of light appeared in the penetrated area.

click.

The muzzle of the gun touched Wen Quan's left temple, and the opponent's finger pressed the primer and the firing pin.

Wen Quan glanced at his wife, then raised his head to look at the person outside the window, frowned and said: "This joke is not very good, who invited you to play tricks on me?"

The figure suddenly spoke, a dry, old voice, like a frosted cloth scratching glass, made the scalps of users who turned on the ambient sound numb.

He spat out four words: "Warm and moist as jade."

"You... how do you know my ID?"

Wen Quan was stunned for a moment, and immediately widened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

He wanted to stand up, his voice became a little thin and trembling.

But clouds of black air rushed in, like palms, passing through the glass window, and firmly pressed Wen Quan on the chair.

"How do you know this name! Who are you? How do you know my ID!"

Wen Quan's voice trembled more obviously.

"No, what are you doing?" Wen Quan's wife's eyes were full of confusion.

There was a glint in the eyes of the figure outside the window, and he pulled the trigger unhurriedly.

"you are the first."

boom!
Blood splattered, and the shielding protocol on Liming Street was completely invalidated at this moment. Hot blood splattered on the coffee shop and on the face of the woman opposite.

The picture seemed to freeze until the scream broke the brief silence.

More users flocked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop, their eyes full of confusion, and messages began to pop up on the public channel.

[Username hidden]: What's going on?Isn't it forbidden to use weapons in Liming Street?

[Level [-] Bumblebee Dawn Justice]: Who made this plug-in?Isn't Liming Street a forum?Can you do it directly here?interesting.

[Username hidden]: I was bragging on the forum, and then I was shot and collapsed?Hahaha.

[Username is not hidden · Dead by Daylight]: It may be a new propaganda method of Weixing Company.

[Old Times Bright Moon·Flying Fairy Beyond the Sky]: It's a bit weird.

...

The news was quickly swiping the screen, halos appeared on the street, and more and more users came across the branch line.

In the coffee shop, Wen Quan's wife kept dialing the communication number Wen Quan connected to the port device. After a dozen times of notifications that no one answered, she panicked.

"I, I'll go offline to have a look!"

She said something in a trembling voice, and hastily pressed the logout button.

Half a minute later, a woman's scream came from a fairly decent high-rise apartment.

A few minutes later, the piercing sound of sirens echoing in the air broke the long-lasting tranquility of the city.

In the dimly lit room of the high-rise apartment, a bloated woman was slumped at the door of the study. Her still beautiful pupils reflected the miserable appearance of the deceased.

Her husband, Wen Quan, was sitting on the ergonomic chair. Wen Quan was wearing the latest spinal connection port on his back, and his body, which had been exercising all the year round, was wrapped in a comfortable body suit.

But at this moment, Wen Quan tilted his head, his eyes were wide open, and there was a horrible blood hole in his right temple, where blood mixed with brain matter flowed down.

despair.

There were slight ripples in the pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)