Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 192 It's like a broken leg, every cell is screaming

Back at the wooden house, An Senlu took off the scarf and wrapped it around Yuri's neck. The two sat down against the wall. Yuri lowered his snow-white eyes, picked up a pencil, and slowly wrote down the words on the notebook.

The girl's snow-white hair swayed gently with the pen tip.

An Senlu didn't say anything, just played two games of minesweeper, quietly waiting for her to finish writing.

Soon, Yuri put the book on the ground, moved the book with his slender, white fingers, and slid it to An Senlu's hand.

An Senlu held his chin, took the notebook with a calm face, and scanned the concise words with his brown eyes.

The young man's face was surprised at first, and then a gleam flashed across his eyes.

He turned his head and stared blankly at Yuri.

At this moment, Yuri was hugging her knees and quietly curled up in a corner of the room. She buried her cheeks in the scarf An Senlu gave her, and her eyes were covered by snow-white strands of hair.

Firewood was burning in the fireplace, emitting fire light, and a faint halo shrouded her silhouette.

He thought to himself, the contrast between the former and the latter is too great for this fellow, right?When Yu Mingdao was being prudish in front of him, he wasn't what he looked like on the Internet, okay?

Almost all the photos related to the case that can be found on the Internet have been printed out and pasted on the wall.

Outside of dungeon time, Yu Mingdao would check in at Chaohua almost every day, to see what An Senlu was doing these days, and whether this little boy had accomplished something big again...

"it is good."

An Senlu twitched his tongue, stunned.

An Senlu moved her unemotional eyes, and the stone statue of the queen was half-kneeling on the ground with a respectful expression. She lowered her head, indicating that she did not find anyone in the apartment.

In the end, Yu Mingdao used red handwriting to mark some messy conclusions.

The "chaohua" that this 39-year-old uncle often visits is "chaohua of old chess players".

An Senlu touched his nose with his hand, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

"I see." An Senlu said in a low voice.

"I said... fellow countryman, how can I repay your favor?"

"Ancheng, Huijing Street, Apartment 5, Building 203."

You Rui lowered his head and was silent for a long time: "Then are you going to find him?"

Ritsu Urushihara came towards him, "Mr. Lu, the official list of sacrifices for this round of dungeons has not been announced yet, and the news from my eyeliner is not so fast, so it would be better for you to confirm in person."

"Well, I'll look for him next." An Senlu nodded, "By the way, check his condition, and you should rest well first, and don't think too much about it."

It seems that this Icelandic girl thought it was her fault that killed Yu Mingdao, who was An Senlu's friend.

The blue and white kangaroo jumped out, and by some means, it deciphered the code in a short while.

Of course, this anxious uncle cannot scold the majority of netizens alone.

An Senlu stared at the screen, watching in silence for a long, long time...

"Thanks." An Senlu waved his hand, and said a little tiredly: "Use the travel pass, Ancheng, go back to King Street."

"Thanks, Mr. Kangaroo."

Looking closely, there are clues and evidence about the "Moscow case" - some photos are "Lorenzo with dark red eyes and a gloomy expression", and some are "Anson deer with cold eyes and holding a bloody arm".

An Senlu didn't know how long it would take Yu Mingdao to investigate before he could find so many clues...

Therefore, she was very afraid that An Senlu would hate her and alienate her because of this incident.

"Hahaha……"

But in the end, he was the only one who rushed out.

"Hey, I'm so fucking convinced... We Shangshi people must be a little bit sick, right? Okay, I will take care of your child for you. Let's have a good rest."

The shadow of the stone statue of the queen flitted across the corridor, and then disappeared instantly. In this short period of half a second, there was an inconspicuous crack in the door lock, and a gap opened in the door.

Undoubtedly, thanks to the recent "old chess player runaway incident", the blogger's comment section under every Weibo post has now been flooded with overwhelming criticism.

An Senlu moved his finger, hesitated for a moment, and clicked on the boss battle video.

The crow is still that crow, Anson Deer knows that this person will always provide the most effective and fastest information when he needs it.

The sound of a match being burned interrupted An Senlu's messy thoughts.

Before entering the dungeon, Yu Mingdao was still browsing the "Weibo" website.

"Gaba."

"You know how to draw?" An Senlu asked.

At the moment when all ordinary players ran back, Yu Mingdao looked at Yuri's figure in surprise. He also knew that Yuri's only "extreme ice" that could be used to save his life had fallen into the cooling down period.

As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded, An Senlu shook his head to clear up his chaotic thoughts. He took a hand out of his pocket, shook the mouse slightly, and turned on the laptop on the table.

His account is still logged in, his avatar is Super Mario, and his ID is "an old elemental mage passing by".

"Lorenzo arrived in Moscow before Anson Deer", "The sequence player who really lost control may be the pope of the law enforcement team", "If the facts are as I thought, why did Anson Deer bear the crime of Lorenzo? Did the person make a deal?"

Yuri didn't respond.

He saw that at the end, the Boss released an AOE skill, and the huge ball of light spread into fifty beams in the sky, scattering to the earth like meteors in the daytime.

"Ding." A notification sound came from the phone.

An Senlu pouted, moved the mouse and continued to look down.

An Senlu looked at You Rui twice, then stood up, put down his notebook, walked to the corridor, and closed the door.

"pat..."

The cold wind gently slaps the doors and windows, and winter in Norway is full of ice and snow. It seems that this wooden house is unwilling to let go of the noisy wind and snow.

On the lonely street with few people, dilapidated and yellowed shop signs, a boy in a hoodie and a hood walked out of the alley, looked up and walked to the fifth apartment building following the signs.

The shadow was cast on the wall, like a kitten with its head down.

Every time this account sends a message, it will be blasted. Yu Mingdao's violent messages are very pale and powerless in the face of the overwhelming scolding from netizens.

An Senlu touched his nose, couldn't help smiling, moved the mouse to Yu Mingdao's "Mario" avatar, and clicked on his account homepage.

After a while, he raised the corner of his mouth, scratched his messy hair, and complained angrily: "Hey, uncle, you are really too smart, you can find out all of this."

Next to it, there is a messy portrait. Although the brushstrokes are very casual, it can be seen that she has a good foundation.

The stone statue of the queen lowered its eyes, and the blue flames flickered, and she quickly disappeared.

"give me the address."

Turning to the back, his eye sockets were slightly red, and his nose was sour.

"The teacher said that I have no talent, that painting needs inspiration, and inspiration comes from emotions, but I can't do it."

"It's not your fault," he said again.

He said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Next to the photo, there is a lot of analytical text written in a ballpoint pen: Yu Mingdao has studied the time, place, and characters before and after the Moscow runaway incident, and he has not missed a single clue.

An Senlu raised his eyebrows. He can imagine Yuri's painting style, which is mostly as accurate as a machine, but it is difficult to draw something out of the rules.

"Crow, what do you say?" An Senlu leaned against the door and asked in a low voice.

"Besides, isn't this a very good drawing?"

This stubbornness is as strange as "the idiot who wants to use a frying pan to fight the flood".

"Also..." An Senlu closed his notebook and said calmly, "I don't blame you for what happened to Uncle Yu Mingdao."

Go up the stairs to the second floor and find apartment 03.

At the end of the scolding, Yu Mingdao even said "Damn, you keyboard warriors are waiting for me, you dare to yell at only a few levels, wait for me to enter the dungeon and kill a kid with a fireball".

This person seemed to be really worried about him, so desperately trying to find clues for him, trying to clear his name...

"Why else? He saved you by himself, and you didn't force him to do something." An Senlu said, "He is an adult, and he will take responsibility for what he does."

"Let her go." He said, "Whether you have talent or not, you can do whatever you like, and there is no reason for others to interfere."

Turning the book forward, you can see a lot of traces of practicing Chinese characters—the writing is clumsy, but it can be seen from the above that she has been studying Chinese hard during this time.

This ID is somewhat youthful, but it still exudes the embarrassment of "a serious old man eliminated by the times".

"I understand."

Yuri still didn't respond, but buried his head deeper.

After a pause, he looked away: "Besides, he may not necessarily be dead, he may just become a citizen like Cosimo, hanging around in the city."

"perhaps."

But he tried his best to resist the idea of ​​stopping, just passed all the players desperately, ran forward, ran, ran, and finally reached in front of Yuri.

This crusade can be described as unprecedentedly tragic.

On the first few pages, this girl from Iceland wrote the name "Ansen Deer" in crooked Chinese characters. She wrote this name, one stroke after another, and practiced it over and over again.

On February 2, at dusk, Huaxia Ancheng, Huijing Street.

An Senlu stared at the densely packed photos and words, and was stunned for a while before he recovered.

A total of more than 300 players participated, more than 270 people died from the beginning to the end, and only more than 30 people survived, including the two sequence players Lorenzo and Yuri.

He turned his head and looked out of the window. It was a tall green tree with leaves swaying gently in the dusk.

An Senlu lowered her eyes, and her gaze stayed on the Chinese characters on the notebook. Most of the fonts were quite simple, but some of the fonts were strangely crooked, and the writing was a bit jerky. It seemed that her pen was not very stable.

Before entering the dungeon, Yu Mingdao seemed to be flipping through the homepage of the Weibo user "Old Chess Player Bot". It is estimated that he was still smoking at the time, and there was some silver dust left in the ashtray.

He was not that great at all. At that time, his feet and hands were shaking, and his face was as pale as a dead man.

When An Senlu saw this, his face twitched slightly, and he turned off the video with his slender fingers, and did not continue watching.

"My fellow, how boring are you?"

"……why?"

Even though he saw the screen full of insults and eccentric words, An Senlu still didn't care. He just moved the mouse and read some of Yu Mingdao's comments on Weibo.

"wait me back."

An Senlu rubbed the Tianming acupoint, thinking: Uncle Yu Mingdao, how can you compare with the little girl who chases stars?If you worship me so much, why don't you show anything when you see me?
He sighed softly, took another look, and there was still a homepage open.

He went upstream, running so embarrassingly, so unsightly, like a defeated dog with a broken leg and convulsions all over his body, every cell in his body was shouting "Stop, stop, there is a dead end ahead ".

Yuri said: "I learned it when I was a child."

"Why don't you see your paintings much now?"

The window was open, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured in. The furnishings in the room were very simple and clean, just like Yu Mingdao's appearance: cradle, bookshelf, table, ashtray, laptop, cigarette case, lighter, photos of his wife, younger brother, etc. Photo.

However, it is obviously such a vulgar and boring text, which even makes people laugh.

At this time, Ritsu Urushihara had already arrived, and it was An Senlu who called him in advance.

An Senlu hugged its shoulders and looked at the computer screen.

"..."

But what is it for?Just for that travel pass?Or because I saved his life in Tokyo?

After a long silence, he took a deep breath and looked up at the wall of the apartment, where many printed photos were pasted.

He reached out and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

[Urushihara Ritsu: Lu-kun, I just got the boss battle video of this "Kyoto cooperation copy". 】

Under the blogger's latest Weibo post, Yu Mingdao left a message and replied to many messages from others, so there is no need to guess, he is trying his best to maintain An Senlu's reputation.

Click on the homepage.

Yu Mingdao knew that he would die, so he hesitated for a long, long time.

An Senlu pushed the door and walked in, then gently closed the door.

An Senlu wanted to speak, but his throat was a little hoarse. He took a deep breath, with a complicated light in his eyes.

[Yu Mingdao: Fuck you, I played a dungeon with the old chess player, don't you know him better than you? ]
[Yu Mingdao: One or two people will know what people say. Aliens have come to invade the earth. All of you gangsters are going to smash rockets, right? He is from China. ]
[Yu Mingdao: Try saying something again, who is the lackey of the sequence player?No matter what those sequence players are, aren't they more useful than you idiots who are greedy for life and afraid of death? ]
[Yu Mingdao: Damn it, it's more than qualifications. I'm a professor at Ancheng University. What are you little devils? ]
An Senlu can imagine the scene at that time, this old man who is 39 years old and not stable enough, smoking a cigarette, typing cursingly and fighting with netizens.

But he still keeps posting...posting...posting...from afternoon to night, scolding people without doing anything, completely lacking the demeanor and bearing that a professor should have.

Through the gaps between the leaves, you can see the red sunset glow, and the sunset glow also saw him, casting the last afterglow on it, and the afterglow of the sunset brought mottled light and shadow.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, she is really important to me." An Senlu pursed his lips and whispered:
"Thank you for helping me protect her, really... thank you."

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