“Yes.” Zheng Qing nodded frankly, “Because I’m not good at hiding things, and the logistics team has a very high opinion of your intelligence.”
“I’m intelligent, but I lack experience,” Li Changzhou laughed.
He sat down on the stone bench, patted the police dog's head, and asked, "What brings you here?"
The police dog remained motionless, like a stray dog drenched in the rain, whimpering helplessly in his hands.
Zheng Qing glanced at the storm, her expression somewhat surprised, but then she became serious and said, "The white card player who won the championship is 'King of Black Mist'."
"Officer Zheng, I've been terribly wronged this time!" The King of Black Mist was practically in tears.
He took out his black identity card, held it in his hand, covered the attributes and skills, and showed it to Zheng Qing and the people "behind" her.
Nickname: King of the Black Mist
Name: Li Changzhou
The photo is 100% of Li Changzhou himself.
The card is also 100% a black identity card.
"So, live streaming can not only hide one's appearance, but also change one's nickname?" Zheng Qing pondered.
“Unless the white card and the black card can have the same name.” Li Changzhou clenched his fist, and the identity card disappeared.
"Do you have any suspects? Of the 499 surviving players, who knows your 'nickname'?"
"There are many more, and we use this title in all our activities."
Li Changzhou pretended to think seriously for a while before shaking his head and saying, "I don't know."
Zheng Qing nodded, then suddenly asked, "Where did you go last night?"
“I can’t say.” Li Changzhou smiled. “It concerns my instincts, so I can’t tell you.”
"Okay, I won't ask." Zheng Qing's expression relaxed. "Actually, there's something else I wanted to discuss..."
"Wait a minute." Li Changzhou interrupted her. "Officer Zheng, we just finished an event and didn't sleep last night. Whatever it is, let's forget about it today."
As he spoke, he yawned deeply, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
Zheng Qing thought for a moment (perhaps listening to the logistics team's advice) and said, "Then you should get some rest. I'll come to see you tonight."
"Okay, come tonight." Li Changzhou got up to see the guest out.
Zheng Qing walked out of the courtyard and listened carefully to the logistics team's analysis of the questioning.
They all agreed that Li Changzhou was hiding something, but the white card champion was definitely not him.
The Special Operations Bureau has been studying value games, and so far, all the evidence suggests that it is impossible for a player to have both a white card and a black card.
So why did the champion use the nickname 'King of the Black Mist'?
Was it a random choice? Or was it an attempt to cause trouble for Li Changzhou?
If the intention was to cause trouble for Li Changzhou, then why?
Did Li Changzhou cause trouble for the other party first? Does this mean that Li Changzhou was a lot of trouble for that champion?
Li Changzhou is troublesome... Is he strong? Has his ability been strange? Or is it a contradiction in his intelligence, character, or values?
As Zheng Qing got into the jeep and was about to step on the gas, she suddenly remembered something.
She asked Storm in the passenger seat, "Storm, what do you think of Li Changzhou?"
"I think he's going to eat me up." Storm lay on the passenger seat; the voice sounded like a male dog.
There are no gender requirements for police dogs; as long as they are qualified and pass a strict screening process, either male or female is acceptable.
"Eat you... He likes to eat dog meat?" Zheng Qing had a sudden inspiration.
The voice immediately came through the earpiece: "Captain Zheng, bring some dog meat over tonight."
"Woof!" Storm's ears are very sensitive.
Li Changzhou returned to Li Qianxia's bedroom, where she had already tidied up the bed.
"Gone?" he asked Yang Qinglan, who was concentrating.
"They're gone." Yang Qinglan opened her eyes.
Compared to Li Changzhou's 4-point perception, her extreme perception is more trustworthy.
“You shouldn’t have used the code name ‘King of the Black Mist.’ If the champion of the next event is also broadcast live, people will know you’re lying,” she said.
"You think I'm afraid of them?" Li Changzhou laughed. "A bunch of chickens and dogs, whoever comes here is just giving me free skills."
Yang Qinglan turned to look at Li Qianxia, who was still hesitating about which blanket to bring: "Qianxia, hurry up. Your brother has an intelligence of 6. He'll only cause trouble outside."
She wasn't actually that worried.
Li Changzhou was bragging. He couldn't possibly win the Full Moon event alone. He would have been shot dead by Wang Donghua long ago, or turned into a paper doll by that 'Jiang who reads pornographic magazines'.
But he is not alone.
Now there's a honey pot world.
One more thing, the winner of the next event might collude with each other to lie, saying that the ID used in the live stream was temporary.
Nobody wants to expose themselves, and the champion who wins a lot of prize money is even less likely to.
Li Qianxia had no opinion on this matter; she unconditionally supported whatever her brother did in public.
Back in the honey pot world, Li Qianxia seemed to be drawn to the bed and plunged into it.
The sky was clear, the leaves were lush, and the air was fresh and gentle; she was asleep.
In Prague, she flew all night and faced the players directly, maintaining a high level of concentration throughout. After returning, she was excited for half the night and was already exhausted.
Yang Qinglan didn't sleep. She chose a thick branch, took out a dagger, dug small holes, and began to plant seeds.
Li Changzhou was on another branch.
The Emerald Bee Sword was swung, and flames from the cartridge igniter clung to its blade.
Sweat dripped down his temples.
My clothes were soaked with sweat, as if I had just crawled up from a large lake at my feet, and the sweat was quickly evaporated by the flames.
His body was wet and then dry, and he was still very hot, but his gaze remained fixed on the Emerald Bee Sword and the flames wrapped around it.
When he was mentally exhausted and could no longer control the flames, he would practice the Bull Horn Spiral Force by doing a handstand while recovering his energy and waiting for the next training session.
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