sjar Chapter 290 Invitation and Response
Chapter 290 Invitation and Response
Chlorpromazine's remarks undoubtedly caused a small stir in this internal group chat, which obviously belonged to the "Psychological Society".
"Fluoxetine" is also a particularly famous one among the crazy people in the "Psychological Society".
Therefore, it is natural that her suspected photo with a strange pretty non-player girl would attract everyone's attention.
But precisely because of this...
This wave did not last long.
Anything is possible with fluoxetine, so... it's not surprising that he took a photo and posted a selfie with a girl on the street.
At most, everyone just felt a little emotional, realizing that fluoxetine also has its own life.
Especially after Fluoxetine's response seemed vague and she seemed unwilling to elaborate on the matter, no one asked about it any further.
This incident quickly faded from everyone's sight and everyone just ignored it as a very common thing.
Apart from……
Fluoxetine himself.
At the top of the cable tower of the Jiangcheng River Cross-River Bridge, Fluoxetine, wearing a black sailor suit and plaid skirt, sat on the edge of the cable tower, which looked narrow from a distance but was actually wide enough for two people to walk side by side, and turned off the screen of her mobile phone.
She took a bite of the sandwich she bought at the convenience store and looked at the flickering city in the distance.
From the screenshots Chlorpromazine just sent, Fluoxetine, as the "party involved", noticed something that other members of the "Psychological Society" did not notice.
The photo of the imposter that didn't exist in her memory was taken at the workplace of the guy she killed a month ago.
Fluoxetine had a vivid memory - after all, he was an S-class with great talent and potential.
She was a diligent, gentle, kind and loving veterinarian.
Although she looks like a strong girl, Fluoxetine can see her hypocrisy, cunning and viciousness.
These beautiful qualities were stigmatized by the mediocre and peaceful world, so that Miss Xia Yue had to hide those parts.
But fluoxetine can be seen.
She knew that she had great intuition... like a sculptor who could see the eagle and tiger hidden under the rough stone.
Fluoxetine can also see the extraordinary souls hidden in the bodies of ordinary people, which are enough to make the gods cheer.
It's such a waste for such people to live a monotonous life in a lifeless society!
She should be seen by the gods!
Fluoxetine still remembered that when she chopped down the axe unexpectedly, the other party pretended to be pitiful in the last brief moment of his life and looked at her with moist eyes.
but……
Fluoxetine clearly saw that she was trying to grab the animal scalpel on the table beside her to kill herself!
If the organization sent a B-level or A-level executor...
No, if I had taken action myself it wouldn't have been so deadly.
I'm afraid everyone will be hurt by her, right?
What a dazzling soul this is! Fluoxetine almost wants to cry.
She could feel that she was creating a great masterpiece!
but……
Unfortunately, there was no news from the other party afterwards.
This made Fluoxetine almost extremely disappointed.
What a pity. Did she not want to live anymore and therefore not enter the game?
Fluoxetine didn't believe that such a cruel and vicious girl would fail to pass the novice copy.
That is absolutely impossible.
But no matter what, thinking back to that regrettable and sad genius girl, Fluoxetine only felt deep regret at this moment.
"It's bad!"
She folded the sandwich bag neatly and put it in the pocket of her plaid skirt, thinking about another problem.
"So why did the other party choose to take a selfie here?"
The moment he saw the photo, Fluoxetine instantly understood why those players had mistakenly thought they had spent the entire dungeon with him.
Because it is indeed the same face.
Among the players, there is currently no [item] that can achieve this level of "disguise".
Ordinary [non-exclusive props] definitely do not have this effect, but as for the rare [professional props] and [exclusive props], high-end players basically know which one has which function.
Fluoxetine had never heard of the existence of a prop with this function.
and so……
This should be some kind of new [prop].
It might even be... the ability of a "sole profession".
So, Fluoxetine was very curious about what the person who possessed this ability wanted to do by pretending to be him.
This ability alone is enough to be called unlimited potential, and the other party chose to impersonate himself... so bold, so aggressive, he is a genius among geniuses.
It was for this reason that Fluoxetine chose to attend on his behalf last time.
Moreover, they sent out invitations using [garden party tickets] as bait, hoping to lure the other party to show up.
And a week later...
The other party seemed to respond.
This is the photo.
The guy pretending to be me seemed to be telling me in this way - "I'm willing to go on a date."
only……
The time and place for fluoxetine have not yet been determined.
“Copywriting is about fulfilling a promise… is that considered a puzzle?”
"Probably not. It seems like she just wants me to give her the ticket."
Fluoxetine swung his legs and looked at the river in thought.
She's really bad at puzzles.
"Hmm... do you want to go check out the pet store?"
"It doesn't seem right. She can't be there 24 hours a day."
Although Fluoxetine did not understand the intentions of the person hiding in the dark, she made a decision quickly.
She has a very Fluoxetine-esque solution!
"Hey, I got it!"
Fluoxetine made a decision. She stood up at the top of the bridge across the river, her dress and hair fluttering in the evening breeze.
She stood up, gathered her hair and tied it into two buns at the back of her head, then—
Jumped off this bridge!
The next moment, blood-red petals fell from the air.
Fluoxetine pulled out an exaggerated flamethrower-like weapon from under her skirt.
"Ahaha——!"
She made a joyful sound, and then a bright arc of orange-red flame appeared on the surface of the river, throwing her high into the air again due to the recoil.
Flying in the air in this strange way, Fluoxetine soon landed on the top of a tall building on the bank of the wide river that ran across the city.
Then, Fluoxetine stood on the apron at the top of the spacious building, took out a bucket of fuel, hummed a light tune and began to pour it.
About ten minutes later, Fluoxetine, having completed its work, ignited the crooked fuel. A blue flame lit up, forming a burning sentence in English.
"God has given you one face, and you make yourself another."