Dawn of Mysterious Truths Chapter 10

The moment the other party took off his hood and picked up the broken hair around his neck, Chief Zhang stood in front of the counter, less than an arm's length away from the NPC, so he could clearly see the number behind the other person's ear ----- -Milo.

Not 520.

Sure enough, as Zayden Zheng said, NPCs are all numbered with letters.

"What about the other stuff?"

Zhang Shou Zhang asked again.

"I don't have the right to obtain the remaining two items. Players are kindly requested to find the corresponding items and use them themselves."

Without the voice changer on his hood, Milo could only use his original voice, which was clear and clear.

"Your original voice sounds much better than the voice changer."

Chief Zhang walked closer to Milo, leaned into his ear, and said in a low voice: "You are the only NPC on this map."

This is a statement, not a question.

Milo turned his head and looked at Zhang Shou Zhang expressionlessly.

The two of them were so close that each other could clearly see the tiny fuzz on each other's faces.

Everett Zhang thought to himself: "I just said that I wanted to buy the NPC's headgear. I didn't specify which NPC's headgear I was buying. You acquiesced and put your own headgear into my item box. It seems that you are the only NPC in this world."

"Otherwise, what I buy should be the headgear of all NPCs. Then you should say that the remaining NPC headgear should be found by the players themselves and then used, right?"

Zhang Shou Zhang's reasoning was too serious, and it was far from his original temperament. Coupled with the inexplicable lonely look in his eyes after seeing Milo's number, Milo had some of his own instincts as an NPC. Undue curiosity.

So Milo asked the first question born of his own curiosity since the beginning of this world: "So what?"

Everett Zhang raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he heard his question, the loneliness in his eyes disappeared.

Milo was shocked and lost his temper. As an NPC, he shouldn't care about the player's boring reasoning.

So he quickly turned his head and looked straight ahead with an expressionless face, as if he was telling Chief Zhang through his actions, you don't need to answer my questions, I'm not interested.

But Chief Zhang laughed and decided to answer his question.

"There is no number 520 in the player group, and you are the only NPC, and it is not number 520, so my wife...is not in this map?"

Milo frowned and once again couldn't control his curiosity and looked at Chief Zhang. In a short period of time, he asked the second question that an NPC should not ask: "Your wife?"

Chief Zhang nodded, "My wife is number 520, and her name is Linden Liang. If you see him, please tell him and ask him to come to me."

When Chief Zhang said the word "Linden Liang", the corners of Milo's eyes twitched obviously.

After hearing Zhang Shou Zhang's words, Milo did not ignore him as before. Instead, he stared at Zhang Shou Zhang's eyes for a long time, then turned his head and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with me."

Chief Zhang shrugged and leaned on the counter, "Forget it if you don't want to help, I just mentioned it casually."

After saying that, Chief Zhang took out the hood from the item box and held it in front of Milo with one hand.

Milo's body temperature still remained on the hood, and Chief Zhang could clearly feel it.

Milo looked down at the hood, then raised his head again and looked at Chief Zhang, "What are you doing?"

Chief Zhang tapped his chin and motioned for him to put on his hood.

"Give it to you."

Milo frowned tightly and looked at Zhang Shou Zhang with a meaningful look.

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Milo's eyes were full of confusion at first, and then confusion, as if he was asking: Are you sick? You spent so much money on a hood just to give it back to me?

Zhang Shou Zhang understood the words in Milo's eyes, tilted his head slightly and smiled at him, "If you don't want it, then I take it back?"

Although he was very reluctant to accept the favor from Chief Zhang, as an NPC, he really needed this headgear.

So after a brief struggle, Milo raised his hand, took the hood, and whispered: "Thank you."

Chief Zhang smiled lightly at Milo and casually picked up the storage box marked No. 250 on the counter.

The moment the empty storage box touched Zhang Shou Zhang's palm, it immediately shrank to the size of a palm.

Chief Zhang turned the small box in his palm over and saw a small clip on the back, so he hung it on his waist, similar to where a policeman would put his gun.

After watching the show, the other player groups walked out of the store one after another. They seemed to be confident about the next task.

Everett Zhang glanced at Milo and asked casually without any hope: "Do you know what the next task is?"

Sure enough, I only got a cold reply from Milo: "Please consult the player system for the mission content."

Chief Zhang shrugged indifferently and stared at Milo's black helmet again, "Can I come to the store to see you again?"

Milo's voice sounded coldly again through the voice changer: "This store only provides players with initial equipment purchase services. In order to prevent players from using the store as a cover and to prevent players from repeatedly purchasing equipment, this store will be officially closed in thirty minutes." "

Everett Zhang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Milo.

Through the cold hood, you can't see the other person's expression at all.

Is this the time to see off guests? When he took off the hood just now, his expression was quite soft, and he turned his face faster than turning the pages of a book.

Chief Zhang stood up from the counter and extended his hand to Milo, "I hope we can meet again soon."

Similar to the last time Chief Zhang extended his right hand to him as a sign of goodwill, Milo lowered his head again and stared at Chief Zhang's palm for a while.

But this time, after a brief silence, Milo raised his hand and took Zhang's right hand.

Through the white gloves, Chief Zhang could still feel the warm and soft touch of the other party's palm.

Chief Zhang tightened his fingers and held them harder.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of letting go, Milo had no choice but to pull his hand back hard, then turned his head, looked towards the door, and made a full farewell gesture.