"cut!"

"Zhang Weiguo, you are talking nonsense again."

"My Dharma name is the Supreme Master, or Master for short!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, pushed open the warehouse door, found a place, and continued to fall asleep.

Brother Liu was stunned.

As far as he knows, some vegetative patients with brain disease have a certain chance of having mental problems before falling into a coma.

"Brother."

"You can rest here today. I have to go back and report today's reception work. See you tomorrow."

As he spoke, the immortal in white robe boarded the tricycle and disappeared into the twilight in a hurry.

Liu Di followed the short-haired girl into the warehouse.

But there was nothing in it that looked like a human home.

Broken sandbags and old iron barrels were scattered all over the ground.

"Find a place to sleep for the night."

After the short-haired girl finished explaining things to Liu Di, she carried her bamboo basket and came to a corner of the warehouse.

Brother Liu saw it clearly.

She used a hoe to dig a big hole in the corner of the wall, and inside it were dozens of shining spiritual glass balls.

The short-haired girl carefully took out the thousand-year-old ginseng given by Liu Di, picked off the glass balls one by one, put them into the pit, and buried them carefully.

Brother Liu was puzzled.

Instead of eating the glass balls, she chose to store them?

moment.

The short-haired girl took care of everything and came to Brother Liu again. She found a sandbag and sat down casually. "Let me talk to you. You just came to this world. Do you feel lost and helpless?"

The girl looked at Liu Di. No matter how dirty her cheeks were, it could never hide her watery and extremely clear eyes.

She said, “Ask me any questions you have.”

Brother Liu thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Just one question for now, what's your name?"

The short-haired girl wiped the dirt off her face.

"My name is Zhang Zai Zai."

"What's not there is not there, and what's not there is there."

"My name is difficult to pronounce. If someone wants to find me, they will say Zhang is not in the house, not in the mountain, not in the river, not in the mall, not on the street."

"In the real world, my mother would probably have a hard time looking for me. She would say, 'I'm gone, I'm gone.'"

Speaking of.

This beautiful girl leaned on the sandbag, looking into the distance, her eyes full of longing.

Liu Di frowned.

The words are convoluted and very strange.

But the hidden emotions run deep too.

Brother Liu stepped forward and said with a distant look: "It's okay. As long as it's a door, it has two directions. If you can come here, you can go back. If I can go back, I will take you with me."

The girl smiled calmly, "My name is Zhang Zaibu, you can't take me with you just because you want to."

Liu Di also smiled and said, "My name is Liu Di, brother's brother, there is nothing I can't do."

After a long while, Zhang Buji exhaled slightly, "I hope you can return soon."

Brother Liu also had a gleam of light in his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Who is the white-robed immortal Zhang Weiguo to you?"

The girl Zhang Zaibu pulled up her short hair and said softly, "My dad."

Then, Zhang Zai forced a smile and looked at Brother Liu, "We were in the same car accident."

Brother Liu was silent for a while.

No wonder Zhang Weiguo always protects this short-haired girl.

No wonder Zhang Weiguo said this warehouse is the safest place in the entire district.

This should all be his arrangement.

Whether in reality or in the world of mind, a father is a father and he always wants his daughter to be safe at all times.

Brother Liu didn't say much, knowing that there was a real tragedy hidden in this.

In the end, he just said "oh" softly.

The young girl Zhang Buzai said with a smile: "I will hide the thousand-year-old ginseng you gave me. You know, I can't abandon my father. I have to save enough money to buy return tickets for two people."

Brother Liu nodded silently.

That's what I said.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But Zhang Weiguo had already introduced that among the nine continents of the brain world, T-one is the lowest level, and only by reaching the top can one get hope of returning.

Even to enter T-two, I don’t know how much mental energy I need to accumulate.

The only thing that supports the girl Zhang is the unattainable hope.

"I'm going to sleep first, don't have any improper thoughts about me."

Zhang Buzai glanced at Liu Di, turned around, and curled up behind a sandbag.

Liu Di scratched his head and said, "Okay."

Seeing that Zhang was not there and seemed to have fallen asleep, Liu Di put his hands behind his back and walked slowly in the warehouse.

Although there are a few holes in this warehouse, they can barely be called windows.

But it was covered by worn sacks and the scene outside could not be seen.

It should be dark outside at this time, and it is curfew period.

Liu Di couldn't help but wonder, what on earth is this curfew for? He raised his hand.

Brother Liu was about to lift the sack and take a look outside.

But another hand stretched out from the darkness and pinned him down.

Brother Liu was also startled. When he turned around, he saw a boy of about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was wearing glasses and had a simple face. There was a red ribbon on his forehead with the word "struggle" written on it.

This boy looks like he has island descent.

The struggling boy said cautiously: "Dude, you're new here, right? Look outside, do you want to die?"

Liu Di took back his hand, a little surprised, "Who is this?"

The struggling boy whispered: "My name is Jiumu Taichiro, I am from Japan, a professional e-sports player, the champion of the Canghai Cup e-sports competition, I shot down a plane while playing a game, and then I became a vegetable."

Brother Liu was awed.

This brother is direct enough!

"Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you! My name is Brother Liu, codename is Emperor Eight! I was killed by a fool. Forget it!"

The struggling boy looked around cautiously with his green eyes and whispered, "I'll tell you a secret about this world. This secret is only known to me. If I tell others, they won't believe it."

Speaking of.

The struggling boy dragged Liu Di to a corner and remained highly alert as if he would be assassinated at any time.

Liu Di was a little overwhelmed and held out his hand, saying, "Please speak."

The struggling boy whispered, "You may not believe this, but this brain world, at least this T-one area, is a computer game!"

“We are all players!”

"The logic is simple. Dig ginseng, fight monsters, defeat bosses, and earn money to level up!"

"Both the city lord and the guide Zhang Weiguo are NPCs!"

"This world is controlled by a supercomputer with precise calculations!"