God Simulator

  Chapter 394 Return of the Dead

  A corner of the zoo.

  Song Shiyi held a cup of milk tea in her hand and looked inside through the fence—in a simple play area made of logs, two giant pandas were leisurely nibbling on bamboo.

  Giant pandas are one big and one small, the big one is named Duoduo, and the small one is called Pengpeng.

  Duoduo has a quiet personality and spends most of the time lying flat on the ground in various postures.

  Peng Peng is lively and runs around in the park every day, either climbing trees, rolling over, or wrestling with bamboos.

  The spring breeze in early March is still cool, but there is an endless stream of tourists watching giant pandas. Just seeing this cute black and white creature will make people smile involuntarily.

   Song Shiyi looked at the giant panda, and remembered that when she was in the girl group, everyone tried their best to sing and dance, and it seemed that they wanted to become such a popular existence as a panda.

   "Song Jian, is there something in their stomachs?"

   The female companion next to him asked.

  Wei Yingxue's voice was soft and soft, but the words were clear.

  Different from Song Shiyi who just put on a thin jacket and traveled lightly, Wei Yingxue was wrapped in a thick plush coat, which made her smaller body look a bit clumsy.

  She wears a black beret, a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and holds a foldable guide stick.

  Wei Yingxue lost her eyesight very early.

  Song Shiyi shook the pearls in the milk tea cup: "You'll find out later."

  She scanned the surrounding tourists from the corner of her eye to ensure that there were no suspicious people interfering.

  Not long ago, a donor gave the committee a batch of props, and during the handover, the "Qian Yingluo" among them disappeared. Later, the Security Bureau tracked all the way, and finally found the giant panda area of ​​the zoo.

  Qian Yingluo, shaped like a galloping horse, is smelted from agate and gold. It was passed down from a monk in ancient India.

  This thing has two characteristics, one is that it likes to run and move, and the other is that it likes to be watched and paid attention to by others.

  It fits with the giant panda, which seems reasonable.

   But this creates another problem.

  Giant pandas are precious national treasures, and risky methods cannot be used for inspection. If danger is sensed, Qian Yingluo will escape again.

  Song Shiyi led the assistant prosecutor Wei Yingxue to follow the zoo for three days, in order to further determine the location of Qian Yingluo, and then complete the arrest without harming the giant panda or alarming Qian Yingluo.

   Now she has a plan.

  Song Shiyi made a phone call.

   A few minutes later, the zoo staff took away the two giant pandas inside on the grounds that they needed a physical examination, causing complaints from the visitors.

   "It's time for you to go out, it is dormant in this park."

  Song Shiyi said to her companion.

  Wei Yingxue nodded, raised her hand and touched her neck. There was a black necklace tied around the slender female neck, and a small silver six-pointed star pendant hung on the necklace.

  She turned the six-pointed star lightly with her fingers, and then her body trembled slightly.

   After a while, she folded the guide stick and moved her fingers lightly: "Let me do this kind of trivial matter. Your bureau really likes to overqualify."

   "You are also temporarily a member of the Secrecy Bureau."

  Song Shiyi took out a black square rangefinder camera from her bag, handed it to the other party and said, "Please perform your job duties."

  Wei Yingxue muttered something and grabbed the camera with one hand.

  She walked to the railing and stroked the mirror frame with her fingers, as if she was checking every move inside through the black lens.

   "Let me see, where is that little thing... on a tree? No."

   "Under the board? Neither."

   "In the gutter? No."

   "..."

   "Oh, found you."

   Wei Yingxue raised her voice, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She raised the camera in her hand and aimed at the locked position.

"So…"

   "Smile, eggplant."

  Her finger pressed the shutter button.

  A photo with a wide white border slowly spits out from the top of the camera.

   "Done."

  Wei Yingxue flicked the photo lightly: "Although "Xianle" is bulky and bulky, it is convenient to use. "

  A passerby next to him was curious: "What are you shooting?"

   "Just a random selfie."

  Wei Yingxue said with a smile.

  The passer-by also had a camera hanging around his neck, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the camera in the hand of the girl in sunglasses: "This is... the prototype of Zorki from the Soviet Union! Fuck, the 1951 model looks so good!"

  The face of the other party suddenly showed a puzzled look: "How can it become a Polaroid? Have you modified it? How did you change it... I am willing to change it..."

   "No, it's just a copycat." Wei Yingxue said vaguely.

  After the passers-by left, she immediately put away her smiling face, with a displeased expression on her face: "I really like to meddle in my own business."

  Wei Yingxue just noticed that Song Shiyi next to her was on the phone. There was a happy expression on her face, as if someone very important was on the other end of the phone.

  …

  Receiving a call from Mary, Song Shiyi was in a strange mood.

  The mysterious intelligence agent appears cold and distant, but she gives people a sense of reassuring reliability. In addition, Mary responds calmly and calmly in any situation, whether as a colleague or a friend, this is a very good quality to enhance her goodwill.

  Every time Song Shiyi gets to know Mary again from amnesiacs, she always feels the same: the other party has some similarities with herself, and has an innate sense of intimacy.

   "...the disaster problem of Wasteland No. 4?"

Song Shiyi thought for a while, and said: "The No. 4 wasteland has entry barriers. If you are not a player, you can't really enter the overlapping area. You can only wander in the outer interference area. It's just that there are many interference and overlapping areas this time, and the interference reaction is very strong. So a warning was issued."

  The overlapping area of ​​No. 4 wasteland is a high-risk area for players, and ordinary people are fine. Even if ordinary people stray into the fringe area, they will be stuck in circles due to the restrictions of the rules, and cannot really set foot in it, which is a bit like a ghost hitting a wall.

  The committee issued an official warning, more of a reminder to players.

  Mary asked: "Can the apostles and heroes enter?"

   "No player qualifications."

  After Song Shiyi finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong, so she changed her words: "Wait a minute, let me check first."

  She logged into the committee's intranet database, entered keywords to filter, and quickly scanned the latest information line by line. Seeing the back, she herself felt a little surprised.

  She said to the other end of the phone: "The latest news is that Wasteland No. 4 has entered a new cycle, and the "low-dimensional game" has already started... This part is more complicated, so I will copy the complete information to you first. For the specific follow-up, I have to learn more about it before I can reply you. "

   "If you want to participate, please be cautious. I found out that I participated in a low-dimensional game a year ago and lost an apostle. The difficulty is very high."

  Referring to the diary records, Song Shiyi reads about her own affairs, but it seems to be talking about other people's experiences.

   "Low-dimensional games are a bit like horse racing. We can only choose the most suitable god-givers to participate in our place. How far we can go and whether we can return safely are not controllable."

  Mary said: "Understood, waiting for your news."

  At the end, she sent another invitation: "Are you free tonight? Come out and have a meal, and chat while eating."

  Song Shiyi checked the time and agreed.

  …

   Putting down the phone, Song Shiyi looked to the side: "Finished?"

   "That's not an easy thing to do."

  Wei Yingxue handed her the old-fashioned camera and photos in her hand: ""Qian Yingluo" has been locked, just put it away. "

  Song Shiyi put away the camera and looked at the photo.

  In the photo, a red and yellow rainbow pony pulls out an afterimage in the air, as if trying to escape from the camera, but its body is still fixed in the photo frame.

  Song Shiyi should feel relieved.

  The ability of "Xianle" is to increase the casting distance and accuracy, and it works very well in conjunction with Wei Yingxue's "Drawing the Ground as a Prison".

   With the help of the staff, the two arrested the escaped "Qian Yingluo".

   A jewel of a colored pony was put into a special storage box by Song Shiyi, and the next step was to go back to the business.

  Comprehensive preparation before action is very important.

   These days, she has been confirming one thing.

  Will "Qian Yingluo" really stick to giant pandas? It just likes the environment where giant pandas live, being watched, praised and welcomed by everyone.

  As long as the staff tries to touch the panda, it will jump out of the panda to avoid unknown dangers. After confirming its habit, Song Shiyi managed to catch it according to the picture.

   None of this would be possible without the help of Wei Yingxue.

   Or should I say, Mr. Lian Zhenxing.

  (end of this chapter)