Infinite Throne

   Chapter 292 Drawing Three Greens

   Yi Rin and Xing Fei left the TV station as quickly as possible.

   Perhaps only he himself can understand the true meaning of the sentence "Forget it".

   When leaving.

  Xing Fei pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, still a little unwilling.

   "We just left?"

"if not?"

   "'Greene' just let them kill!"

  Irin smiled slightly: "Don't forget this main quest."

"Um?"

"The main quest says that to kill Green, it does not say that you must kill Green with your own hands. In other words, this can be regarded as a team task. No matter who kills Green, everyone can complete the task at the same time. It is nothing more than a task. It's just a different evaluation."

   "What I want is the evaluation of this task!" Xing Fei was heartbroken and regretful.

   Oh drink?

   This kid has a lot of ambitions, isn't he?

   Yi Rin looked at Xing Fei Gao for a moment.

   He had already noticed that when Xing Fei came up, he had a pair of pure white gloves on his hands.

   Although he was on the way, Xing Fei had quietly hidden his gloves.

   Those weird gloves are probably related to Xing Fei's ability.

   And Yi Rin also noticed that there was a strange trace on the ground at the entrance of the TV station. The texture of the ground gives people a very inconsistent feeling, which is incompatible with the normal ground.

   Although he said that, Xing Fei did not hesitate, and the two returned to the front of Judy's Hotel.

   After calculating the time, Irin said: "If that 'Green' is really the target of the mission, then we should have received the notification of the completion of the mission now."

  Xing Fei nodded, in fact he also thought of this, and said: "Indeed. So, that 'Green' is not the Green we are looking for."

"The real main mission can't be that simple. In the entire TV station, the people they killed have no resistance at all. Even, there is no one in this town on the surface, who can have a little resistance. Don't you think that as a trial, the overall combat effectiveness of this town is too weak?"

  Xing Fei was taken aback.

  Irin is right.

   and should not go unnoticed.

   Suddenly.

  Xing Fei recalled last night's experience, the experience that scared him to sleep all night, frowned, and the spectacle lenses shone brightly, very wise.

   "Could it be...night!"

   "Oh, that's right. If you guessed correctly, night is the time for real danger."

  Irin came to a conclusion.

  Xing Fei lowered his head and muttered: "That is to say, the target of the real main quest... Green, only appears at night? What the **** is this setting?"

   "But..." Yi Rin's voice changed: "It's not necessarily safe during the day."

  Xing Fei slowly put a question mark.

  Irin smiled: "That woman has the ability to assassinate, so pay attention to the shadows around you."

  Xing Fei was so frightened that his back was chilled, and he rubbed the cold air: "Assassination?"

   As he spoke, Xing Fei subconsciously looked at the shadow behind him. He stared at it for a while. Seeing that the shadow was not twisting around strangely, he whispered, "Isn't it? We didn't provoke them?"

   "Oh, who knows?"

   After the two returned to Judy's Hotel, Judy warmly welcomed Irene and invited him to sit in the room.

  Irin politely indicated that he was tired, in poor condition and needed a rest.

  Judy understood in seconds, man, there are always times when you are tired. So Judy vaguely expressed regret.

  Irin recalled the painting that was torn in two..."Starry Sky".

   asked Judy, "Does your son like to draw?"

   Judy pouted.

   I feel that this man is a bit unpleasant when he mentions his son at this time.

   But Judy still nodded: "I like it, but I don't know what he's drawing all day, it's weird, and I don't like making friends. By the way, how do you know?"

   "Guess. Haha."

   After saying that, Irin went upstairs.

   Having not slept all night, and having been busy with work for a while during the day, Yi Rin was also a little sleepy, so he summoned Bai Xiaoyi, put the wind in the room, and squinted for a while on the bed.

   Although his various attribute values ​​have surpassed that of ordinary humans, he is still human after all, and he cannot avoid eating and sleeping.

  When the situation is not clear, it is safer to let Bai Xiaoyi keep an eye on it for the sake of safety.

   After squinting for a while, Yi Rin woke up in a daze. Seeing that his psionic energy was consumed a lot, he put away Bai Xiaoyi and silently recovered his psionic energy.

   He was in a trance, remembering that he seemed to have a dream when he was sleeping. But after waking up, Irin couldn't remember anything at all.

  Irin was refreshed.

   When I came downstairs, I happened to see Judy flamboyantly dressed up and ready to go out.

  Irin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Judy, are you going out?"

   Judy gave Irin a white look. I hate it, it's not because of you that it's so bad.

   But she naturally wouldn't speak her mind, so she said casually, "Come to the neighbor's house."

  In the eyes of the town residents, everyone is a neighbor. Anyway, the town is small and there is nothing wrong with it.

   "What about the hotel?"

   "Oh, anyway, apart from you, there are no other guests. By the way, I heard that there was an accident on the TV station, so please don't run around. It's not good if you take it as someone suspicious."

  Andy remembered this and kindly reminded him.

"clear."

  Irin agreed.

   They are suspicious characters.

   After Judy left.

  Irin had nothing to do, so he rummaged around behind the counter to see if he could find any clues.

   At this moment, Irin raised her head again and looked at the wall, where a lucky totem named "Green" was hanging.

   After thinking about it, Yi Rin took the **** jasmine and poked it **** the totem while no one was around.

  bo.

broken.

  There is an extra hole in the totem.

   But nothing else special happened.

   "No surprises."

   In fact, to be honest, Irin hoped that something would happen after this knife.

   After all, this dungeon started a little dull.

   is so bland that Irin is not used to it.

  Irin nodded, looking as usual, and put away the knife.

  Beep beep —

at this time.

   There was a screeching sound of horns outside.

   "Oh, here we come."

  A child with brown curly hair, carrying a schoolbag, walked into the hotel.

  The little boy took a closer look, and found a strange and bad-looking man standing in the place where Judy usually was. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked timidly, "What about Zhu and Judy?"

   "Your mother said she went to the neighbor's house."

"Oh."

   Allen nodded, running out to play at this time is indeed Judy's style.

Thinking of this, Allen walked into the house on the first floor by himself, sat down silently at the dining table, took out a picture that had not been drawn and a box of crayons from his schoolbag, and began to draw seriously. .

   rustling—

  The surroundings are quiet.

   In the entire hotel, there seemed to be only the sound of Ellen's tender little hand clenching the crayon and scratching on the paper.

   In fact, Xing Fei's snoring sounded from time to time upstairs, but Yi Rin selectively ignored the past.

   rustling—

   Allen is still painting.

   Be honest.

   Allen really has no talent for painting.

  Irin stood silently behind Ellen without saying a word.

   He looked at it for a long time and racked his brains before he could barely see that what Allen painted with a brush should be three people.

   A woman, a child, a man.

   The proportions are a bit off.

The    head is so big and so prominent. Normally, at first glance, it is difficult to associate with "people".

   Using the big-headed monster to describe it may be more appropriate.

   No wonder Judy calls her son's drawings "weird".

   This comment is very pertinent and does not contain moisture.

   Allen carefully finished painting the big-headed monster, thought about it, and drew two exaggerated and distorted smiling faces on the faces of the woman and the child.

   Call it a day.

   Allen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his "work" with satisfaction.

   He even wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead with his hands covered in various colors of wax, as if doing so would make himself feel harder and harder.

   "Judy hasn't come back yet."

   Allen muttered to himself.

   He turned around and found someone standing behind him at some point, his hair stood on end with fright, and he screamed in surprise. But soon, Allen stretched out his hands vigorously, posing as a hen protecting a chick, and protecting the painting he finally drew behind his back, as if protecting his own child.

   "You, you, when did you come?"

   "It's been a long time." Yi Rin smiled and tried to make herself look more kind: "It's a good painting."

   "Really?" Allen's eyes lit up: "Judy always says I'm not good at drawing."

   "That's because she has no vision."

   "Hmmm..." Allen nodded subconsciously, then became vigilant again, looked at Yi Rin, shook his head and said, "Don't say that Judy, Judy is not a bad person."

  Oh, good boy.

  Irin touched Ellen's curly brown hair.

   Allen wanted to dodge subconsciously, but for some reason, when he tried to dodge, his hand was already rubbed up. Allen didn't notice the maliciousness of the other party and couldn't avoid it, so he could only reluctantly accept the other party's actions.

   But this uncle said I was good at painting?

   Thinking of this, Allen was not so entangled.

   Is my painting really good?

   Thinking about it again, this strange uncle looks a little scary, but it's not so scary.

  Irin saw that the vigilance in the child's eyes had faded a little, and was very satisfied with his communication skills, so he asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

   "Ellen."

   "Alan, you are painting a family of three?"

   As soon as he talked about his paintings, Allen came to his senses. He didn't seem to care about the fact that the strange **** in front of him was a stranger.

   He pointed hard at the flat painting on the table, pointed at the woman in a skirt and her lips were red, and said, "This is Judy."

   quickly pointed to the little boy in the middle: "This is Ellen."

  When he pointed his finger at the adult who didn't draw his face, he hesitated and didn't speak.

  Irin was silent for a moment, although he felt a little cruel, but for the sake of information, he still asked: "Is he your father?"

   Allen's thin lips were pursed tightly, and his fingers twisted the corner of the table...not twisted.

   After a while.

   Allen whispered, "He's Green."

  Irin's pupils shrank suddenly.

at the same time.

   Somewhere in Greentown.

   A residential house.

   There is a mess inside.

   A man fell in a pool of blood, and his body was crushed into a pie.

   Inside the house.

   Fifty-six and seventy-three, a man and a woman, were smoking silently on the sofa beside the corpse.

Next to   , the strong eighty-one was lying on a woman with scars all over her body, like an engine, the pistons roared and spiraled into the sky.

  Clap clap clap —

   The woman's cry became weaker and weaker, and suddenly there was a scream, and there was no sound at all.

   "Ah, why is it broken? Is this bone too unbearable?"

in the corner.

  A young girl in a white dress, from beginning to end, witnessed the scene of her father being smashed by a hammer and her mother being slapped to death. Her eyes were bloodshot and filled with fear.

   Suddenly.

   She used all her strength, struggled to get up from the corner, and ran away from the house.

  81 looked at the back of the girl running away, but didn't care, he laughed and got up from the twisted corpse under him: "Ah, ran away."

  Fifty-six with a sullen face, pressed the cigarette **** on the wet and sticky "meat patty" on the ground, and squeezed it out.

   "Eighty-one, to be honest, I've always disliked your taste."

  Seventy-three raised his hand with an indifferent expression: "Agree."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you don't understand, this thing must be the more experienced the better, the beauty of a young woman, who knows how to use it. The chick... you pat her **** and she is still confused. Unfortunately, as the power attribute becomes more and more The higher it is, the fewer people can stand the toss."

   "Oh yes, Seventy-Three, you are a woman, you really don't understand. Oh, I'll take a shower, and after I'm done, discuss how to complete the main quest."

   After saying that, Eighty One grinned, showing a hearty smile, humming an unknown ditty, and walked towards the bathroom.

   Hearing the words, the corners of Seventy-three's mouth twitched slightly.

   (end of this chapter)