After the selection was completed, the white light in the glass column converged and finally revealed a pair of football shoes that looked quite old-fashioned.
[Name: Jazz Shoes]
[Type: Armor]
[Quality: Excellent]
[Defense: Weak]
[Attribute: None]
[Special Effect: Increase the maximum speed of running and greatly reduce the consumption of stamina points when walking or running for a long time.]
[Remark: This pair of shoes belonged to an unprecedented winger. He was the first European Footballer of the Year and an excellent dribbler. In his career of more than thirty years, he had never been shown a red or yellow card. Another athlete known as the King of Football once commented, "He is the one who taught us how to play football."]
"This is not bad … and there is no equipment requirement." Feng Bujue read, "Even if I get stronger foot armor in the future, this can be sold for a good price."
When he put on the shoes directly, he heard the system prompt: [When the equipment part contains "Fashion Peripherals," you can choose your preferred appearance from the menu.]
Feng Bujue checked it. This function meant that players could choose to display the appearance of the shoes that came with the system or the shoes that were equipped. When the shop opened in the future, there would be many fashion peripherals on the shelves. He believed that by that time, there would be many players who would be wrapped in strange clothes bought with RMB from head to toe. They would not display the equipment but the style they liked.
However, during the closed beta period, when there was no shop, there were more people who chose to display the equipment. In fact, this was also a kind of vanity. People always liked to show something that they had that others did not. The envious eyes of others could bring a considerable degree of satisfaction.
After organizing the space, Feng Bujue disconnected the nerve connection.
When he came out of the game cabin, about two hours had passed in real time. At this time, the night was dark and the wind was howling outside the window. There were no stars in the sky of the city. Of course, Feng Bujue rarely looked.
Young people in big cities rarely go to sleep before midnight, regardless of whether they have to get up early the next day or not. They would rather doze off on the crowded subway or bus at six o 'clock in the morning than sacrifice the time that belongs to them after work. Feng Bujue was a typical nocturnal type. He would wake up at noon every day and would only go to bed at four o 'clock in the evening. He believed that the early morning was the best time for his inspiration.
But today, although there were still two to three hours before midnight, Feng Bujue suddenly felt the desire to create. He brewed a whole pot of coffee, sat in front of the computer, and began to type on the keyboard.
His pen name was' Bujue ', and the novel he was working on was called' The Second-Rate Detective and the Cat '. Actually, he just wanted to write a story about a first-rate detective. But in his day and age, a business novel had to have some gimmick. Just like how many comics used female characters to attract attention, the novel industry had to follow the rules of the market. No matter how many years had passed, the human psychology of seeking novelty and seduction would always be the breakthrough.
When Feng Bujue was poor, he once had the idea of writing some seduction novels. As a self-proclaimed artist, it was easy for him to find characters that resonated with him spiritually, like Millet (a French painter who was forced to trade sketches for shoes and oil paintings for beds. To cater to the sensual stimulation of the bourgeoisie, he also painted some erotic works) or Titian (fine, this one was just out of interest).
In any case, Feng Bujue eventually compromised and added in a gimmick. That way, he could write the detective stories that he liked and was good at. The setting of 'The Second-Rate Detective and the Cat' was to split the main character into two characters. Originally, the main character of the book was supposed to be a smart person, but now, he had become a kind but incompetent detective. Until one day, he realized that his cat could speak, and only he could understand it. The cat also happened to have a god-like reasoning ability.
The editor of the magazine even praised Feng Bujue, saying that he had used this setting well. The interaction between the main character and the cat could dilute the overall dark and gloomy style of the detective story. Feng Bujue also realized the benefits of writing this way. One, it could reduce the tension of the plot, and two, it could fill up the word count.
Other than this serialization, Feng Bujue was also working on a long story. It was the kind of novel that he had mentioned before, the kind that could really help him earn some money. Originally, the writing of that book had reached a bottleneck, and he had not touched it for a month. But that night, Feng Bujue had a new inspiration, and he started to work on the story called Two Ends of a Nightmare.
…
The night passed silently. The next morning, when the sun was about to rise, Feng Bujue saved the file and finally stood up from the computer table. He stretched lazily and looked at the time with a yawn. It was already 4: 40 am. Feng Bujue then remembered that yesterday was Tomb Sweeping Day. The Dream Company had purposely chosen such a day to start the closed beta of Thriller Paradise. In a way, this was a promotional method for an online game that used horror as its selling point.
Since it was already so late, the breakfast stall outside the residential area should have been ready by now. Feng Bujue's mind was still filled with various plots from the novel. He did not feel tired at all, so he decided to go out for breakfast before returning to sleep.
He grabbed his keys and some change (he only had change) and went downstairs. Fifteen minutes later, he was on his way back with scallion pancakes and youtiao.
When he returned to the residential area, he could see some of the older residents coming out for their morning exercise or queuing up at the community hospital.
Feng Bujue rarely interacted with his neighbors. Normally, at this time, he would have just fallen asleep. For him, the day started at noon.
"Meow …" There was a small black and white cat by the roadside, and when he passed by, it meowed at him.
Feng Bujue stopped moving and looked at the cat for a few seconds to confirm. He was right … it was staring at the breakfast that he was holding.
"I say …" Feng Bujue walked to the cat and squatted down. Looking at the stray cat that had no collar around its neck, he whispered, "Do you even eat fried flour?"
"Meow." The cat did not seem to be afraid of strangers. Its meow seemed to be an answer to that question.
"For the past few days, I have only been able to eat noodles and soup." As Feng Bujue spoke, he tore off a small piece of the scallion pancake and placed it next to the cat's mouth. "This is the only thing that I can buy with my last few dollars. It's the only thing with oil."
The cat poked its head forward and used its nose to sniff at the food that Feng Bujue handed over. Then, it ate the scallion pancake in one bite. It licked its lips and meowed again. Looks like that one bite was not enough.
Feng Bujue broke off another small piece of pancake and gave it to the cat. "It doesn't look cute at all, and it doesn't look like an expensive breed. How dare it ask for food from a strange human, and it even wants a yard when given an inch …" As he mocked it, he instinctively broke off another piece of scallion pancake and sent it to the cat. "Go search the trash can, bastard!"
Speaking of trash cans, Feng Bujue unconsciously looked up and glanced at the three different trash cans in front of the apartment building. The cup-shaped trash cans with four sides were very high, about 1.4 meters tall, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. If the cat wanted to jump in and search for things, it had to do so when the trash cans were full. Otherwise, it might be able to jump in and not climb out. If it was dumped into the garbage truck, it would basically become a dead cat.
"Sigh …" Feng Bujue sighed and simply tore off half a piece of pancake, sprinkled it on his palm, and stretched it out in front of the cat. "Actually, you stray cats don't have it easy. I heard that in the winter, in our neighborhood, a cat hid under a car and relied on the residual heat of the engine to stay warm. In the morning, when the car owner started the car, it was run over and killed." He touched the cat's head. There were some words that he was more willing to say to cats. In front of humans, Feng Bujue could not say them. "You stray cats only live for three years on average. As for me, I might suddenly die from an unknown brain disease at any time. Today, we are fated …" He took the remaining half of the pancake, put it in his mouth, and took a bite. Then, he said vaguely, "… we can eat the same pancake. Maybe, in the next life, we can be brothers …"
"Little Feng, is that you?" A familiar voice sounded from behind him.
Feng Bujue turned his face and saw his landlady. The landlady's surname was Liu, and she had been retired for five years. Her husband's surname was He, and he was a retired cadre. Although Aunt Liu was usually a bit harsh with her words, she was actually a nice person.
Aunt Liu and Feng Bujue lived in the same building. She had three apartments under her name. One of them was on the other side of the neighborhood, and it was also rented out. As for the two apartments in this building, Aunt Liu thought that the thirteenth floor was unlucky, so she lived on the eighth floor. The other one was rented to Feng Bujue for a long time.
"It really is you. I was worried that I recognized the wrong person." Aunt Liu was carrying a vegetable basket in her hand. She had probably just come back from the market. "The sun must have risen from the west today. I can't believe I saw you come downstairs so early in the morning." She turned her gaze to the little cat and changed the topic. "I say, Little Feng, it's not that I want to nag at you, but how can you feed a stray cat? If you feed it today, there will be five or six stray cats here tomorrow. Aren't you causing trouble for the other neighbors?"
"That makes sense." Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds and replied, "Looks like there's only one way …" He held the breakfast in one hand and picked up the dirty stray cat with the other. "I'll take it home and raise it."
Aunt Liu was shocked. "You really know how to make your own decisions. Have you asked me?"
"Look … In our neighborhood, you can even raise a dog. This cat doesn't go out …" Feng Bujue squeezed out a smile, trying to act cute.
"You really want to raise it?" Aunt Liu thought that Feng Bujue was just joking. Suddenly, her expression shifted. She looked at Feng Bujue's face and then at the cat. "Hey … Now that you mention it, the two of you do look alike." Her gaze moved lower. "And this cat is also male."
Feng Bujue's mouth twitched. "Aunt, there's a problem with the word 'also' in your sentence … I'm a 'male' …"
"I'm not going to argue with you. You're a cultured person, but I'm not." Aunt Liu said, "Let's be clear. You can raise this cat if you want, but your house is already messy enough. If you raise a cat, you have to pay more attention to hygiene. Most of the people in this building are old people. If anyone comes to me and says that there's a smell …"
"I'll cook it and eat it," Feng Bujue interrupted.
"Meow!" The little tabby cat seemed to understand and meowed unhappily in Feng Bujue's arms.
"Cook your head! Even if you want to cook it, you can't cook it, "Aunt Liu said as she walked." Let's go … "
"Where are we going?" Feng Bujue asked.
"To the pet clinic in the neighborhood to give it a vaccination," Aunt Liu said. "What if it has the cat plague?"
"Uh …" Feng Bujue hesitated for a few seconds and said, "It's like this … I've been short on cash recently …"
"Kid, when have you ever been short on cash?" Auntie Liu interrupted, "Okay, okay, Auntie will help you pay for it first. You can pay me back when you pay the rent." She just took a step and stopped. "Look at me. Let me go upstairs and put the food down first."
…
When Feng Bujue returned home, it was already seven o'clock in the morning. Not only did he bring back a cat, but he also brought back a sandbox, cat food, plastic bowls, toys, and a bunch of other things …
"Let's not be brothers in the next life." Feng Bujue raised the little tabby cat in front of his eyes. "You should reincarnate as a woman and use your body to repay my kindness."
"Meow," the little tabby cat yawned lazily. Its expression seemed to cast a look of disdain at Feng Bujue.
Feng Bujue packed up his things and pressed the answering machine. The recording sounded, "You have, 1, a message."
After the dull voice, Wang Tanzhi's voice came from the phone, "Brother Bujue, you're not picking up the phone again? Today is a rest day. I'll come to your house in the afternoon and bring you some meat to eat. Since you're here, it's a deal. "
At this time, the little tabby cat jumped to the phone, scratched the phone button with its paw, and sniffed with its nose. Then, it lost interest and jumped to the sofa to lie down.
"You sound like I have nothing to do at home every day." Feng Bujue said to himself unhappily, but in fact … he was very free.
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