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

Back in the cabin, Anson Deer took off his scarf and wrapped it around Yuri's neck. The two sat down against the wall. Yuri lowered his snow-white eyes, picked up the pencil, and slowly wrote on the notebook.

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

Anson Lu said nothing, just played two rounds of Minesweeper and waited quietly for her to finish writing.

Soon, Yuri put the notebook on the ground, moved the notebook with his slender white fingers, and slid it to Anson Deer's hand.

Anson Lu held his chin and took the notebook calmly, his brown eyes scanning the concise words.

The boy's face was surprised at first, and then a gleam of light flashed across his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at Yuri blankly.

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

The fireplace was burning with wood, emitting flames, and a faint halo enveloped her silhouette.

The shadow cast on the wall looked like a kitten with its head lowered.

It seems that the Icelandic girl thought it was her fault that she killed Yu Mingdao, who was Anson Lu's friend.

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

The cold wind gently hits the doors and windows. In the Norwegian winter, everything is covered with ice and snow. The noisy wind and snow seem unwilling to let go of even this wooden house.

Anson Lu wanted to speak, but his throat was a little hoarse. He took a deep breath, and there was a complicated light in his eyes.

Snap…

The sound of a match burning interrupted Anson Lu's messy thoughts.

He said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter."

Yuri didn't respond.

"It's not your fault," he added.

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

Anson Lu lowered her eyes, her gaze fixed on the Chinese characters on the notebook. Most of the characters were quite simple, but some were oddly crooked and written awkwardly, as if she didn't hold the pen steadily.

If you flip the notebook further back, you can see many traces of practicing Chinese characters - they are written very clumsily, but you can tell from them that she has been learning Chinese well during this period.

Several pages before, this girl from Iceland wrote the name "Anson Deer" in crooked Chinese characters. She wrote the name, one stroke after another, practicing over and over again.

Next to it, there is a messy portrait. Although the brushstrokes are very casual, her skills can be seen.

"You can draw?" Anson Lu asked.

Yuri spoke up: "I learned it when I was a kid."

"Why don't I see you painting much now?"

“My teacher said I had no talent, that painting requires inspiration, and inspiration comes from emotions, and I couldn’t do that.”

Anson Lu raised his eyebrows. He could imagine Yuri's painting style. It was probably as accurate as a machine, but it was difficult for him to draw things that went beyond the rules.

"Let her go," he said. "Whether she has talent or not, she should just do what she likes. There is no reason for others to interfere."

“…”

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

"perhaps."

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

"……Why?"

"Why else? He went to save you on his own initiative. You didn't force him to do anything." Anson Lu said, "He is an adult. He will take responsibility for his own actions."

After a pause, he looked away: "Besides, he may not be dead. Maybe he has become a citizen like Cosimo, hanging out in the city."

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

"Well, I'll go find him next." Anson Lu nodded, "And check on his condition. You should have a good rest first and don't think too much."

"I see."

"Wait until I come back."

"good."

Anson Luduo looked at Yuri twice, then stood up, put down the notebook, walked to the corridor and closed the door.

At this time, Urushihara Ritsu had already arrived. Anshin Lu had called him here in advance.

"Crow, what do you say?" Anson Deer asked in a low voice, leaning against the door.

Urushihara Ritsu walked over and said, "Lu Jun, the official has not yet announced the list of sacrifices in this round of dungeons, and my informants are not that fast in getting the news, so it would be better if you go and confirm it yourself."

"Give me the address."

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

"Thank you." Anson Lu waved his hand and said tiredly: "Use the travel scroll, Ancheng, and return to Jing Street."

On February 18, at dusk, in Huaxia'an City, Huijing Street.

On the deserted street with few people and dilapidated yellowed shop signs, a boy wearing a hoodie and a hood walked out of the alley, looked up and around, and followed the signs to the fifth apartment building.

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

I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

The shadow of the stone statue of the queen passed through the corridor and disappeared immediately. In this short half second, an inconspicuous crack appeared on the door lock and the door opened a crack.

Anson Lu pushed the door open and walked in, then closed it gently.

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

Anson Deer moved his emotionless eyes. The stone statue of the queen was half-kneeling on the ground with an expression of respect. She lowered her head, indicating that she did not find anyone in the apartment.

"I see." Anson Deer whispered.

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

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

[Ritsuki Urushihara: Lu-kun, I just got the boss battle video of this "Kyoto Collaboration Dungeon". 】

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

Anson Lu moved his finger, hesitated for a moment, and finally clicked on the Boss battle video.

This punitive war was unprecedentedly brutal.

There were more than 300 players participating in the event, and more than 270 of them died from the beginning to the end. Only more than 30 people survived, including two sequence players, Lorenzo and Yuri.

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

At the moment when all the ordinary players were running back, Yu Mingdao looked at Yuri's figure in doubt. He also knew that the "Extreme Ice", the only thing Yuri could use to save his life, had entered a cooling period.

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

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

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

He ran upstream, his movement was so miserable and unsightly, like a defeated dog with a broken leg and convulsing body. Every cell in his body was shouting, "Stop, stop, there's a dead end ahead."

But he tried his best to resist the urge to stop. He just ran past all the players, running, running, and finally protecting Yuri.

When Anson Lu saw this, his face twitched slightly, and he turned off the video with his slender fingers and didn't continue watching.

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

Upon closer inspection, they were clues and evidence about the "Moscow case" - some of the photos showed "Lorenzo with dark red pupils and a gloomy expression", and some showed "Anson Deer with cold eyes, grasping a bloody arm".

Almost all the case-related photos that could be found on the Internet were printed out and posted on the wall.

Next to the photo, there was a lot of analytical text written in ballpoint pen: the time, place, and people before and after the Moscow rampage. Yu Mingdao did a lot of research and did not miss a single clue.

Finally, Yu Mingdao marked some messy conclusions in red.

"Lorenzo arrived in Moscow before Anson Lu", "The real out-of-control Sequence Player might be the Pope of the Law Enforcement Team", "If the facts are really as I think, why did Anson Lu take on Lorenzo's crime? Did the two of them make a deal?"

Anson Lu stared at the densely packed photos and texts for a long time before he came to his senses.

After a moment, he raised the corner of his mouth, scratched his messy hair, and complained unhappily: "Hey, hey, hey, uncle, you are really too smart. You can even find out this."

Anson Lu didn't know how long Yu Mingdao would have to investigate to find so many clues...

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

But why? Just for that travel voucher? Or because I saved his life in Tokyo?

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually dimmed. Anson Lu shook his head to dispel his chaotic thoughts. He took a hand out of his pocket, moved the mouse slightly, and opened the laptop on the table.

"Gaba."

The blue and white kangaroo jumped out, and used some unknown means to decipher the code in a short while.

"Thanks, Kangaroo-kun."

Anson Deer hugged its shoulders and looked at the computer screen.

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

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

This ID has some youthful flavor, but it still gives off the embarrassment of a "serious old uncle who has been eliminated by the times."

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

This 39-year-old uncle often visits the "super topic" called "Old Chess Players Super Topic".

Outside of dungeon time, Yu Mingdao would check in on the super chat almost every day to see what Anson Lu was doing these days and whether the little guy had accomplished anything big again...

Ansen Lu rubbed Tianming acupoint and thought: Uncle Yu Mingdao, how can you compare with the star-chasing girl? If you admire me so much, why don't you show any expression when you really see me?

He sighed softly and looked twice again. There was still a homepage open.

Click on the home page.

Before entering the dungeon, Yu Mingdao seemed to be browsing the homepage of a Weibo user named "旧日棋手博特". He was probably smoking at the time, and there was some silver ash left in the ashtray.

"My fellow countryman, how bored are you?"

Anson Lu curled his lips and moved the mouse to continue reading.

There is no doubt that due to the influence of the recent "former chess player rampage incident", the comment section under every Weibo post of this blogger has now been flooded with overwhelming insults.

Even though he saw a screen full of insults and sarcastic remarks, Anson Lu still didn't care. He just moved the mouse and read some of Yu Mingdao's comments on Weibo.

Under the blogger's latest Weibo post, Yu Mingdao left comments and replied to many messages. There is no need to guess that he is doing his best to protect Anson Lu's reputation.

[Yu Mingdao: Fuck you, I played a dungeon with my old chess player, don’t I understand him better than you?]

[Yu Mingdao: You just follow the crowd and say that aliens are invading the earth, and you traitors are all going to smash the rockets, right? He is a Chinese.]

[Yu Mingdao: Say it again, who are the running dogs of the sequence players? No matter how good those sequence players are, aren't they more useful than you stupid people who are afraid of death?]

[Yu Mingdao: Damn it, you're still comparing qualifications. I'm a professor at Ancheng University. Who the hell are you little brats?]

Anson Lu could imagine the scene at that time. This old man, who was already 39 years old and still not steady enough, was smoking a cigarette, typing and swearing at netizens.

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

Every time this account sends a message, it is flooded with comments. Yu Mingdao's angry messages seem pale and powerless in the face of the overwhelming insults from netizens.

But he just kept sending... sending... sending... from afternoon to night, doing nothing but arguing with people. He totally lacked the demeanor and bearing that a professor should have.

This stubbornness is as strange as "an idiot trying to fight a flood with a frying pan."

Towards the end of the cursing, Yu Mingdao even said something like "Damn it, you bunch of keyboard warriors, just wait for me, you dare to make a fuss at just a few levels, wait until I enter the dungeon and smash that little devil to death with a fireball."

"Hahaha……"

Anson Lu was so stunned that he smacked his lips.

He thought, isn't this fellow villager's contrast between himself in public and behind the scenes too big? When Yu Mingdao was being serious in front of him, he was completely different from what he was like on the Internet, right?

However, the text is so vulgar, boring, and even funny.

Anson Lu stared at the screen in silence for a long, long time...

When he turned to the back, his eyes were slightly red and his nose was very sore.

"I say...fellow villager, how can I repay you for this favor?"

Anson Deer touched his nose with his hand, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, I'm really fucking convinced... We Shangshi people must have some mental problems, right? Okay, I'll help you take care of your child, have a good rest."

He turned his head and looked out the window. There was a tall green tree, its leaves swaying gently in the dusk.

Through the gaps between the leaves, he could see the crimson sunset. The sunset also saw him and cast its last rays of light on him, which brought mottled light and shadows.

Two lines of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, she is really important to me."

Anson Deer pursed his lips and whispered.

"Thank you for helping me protect her, really...thank you."

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