[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Butts Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

Because of the particularity of the ward, there is no sound everywhere.Even if the carts of the medical staff pass by, only the slight friction sound of the pulleys and soles against the ground can be heard.A few people who looked like family members were sitting on the benches in the corridor, their faces were pale with worry, making the surrounding white look more heavy and depressing.

Suddenly, one of the doors opened.A couple came out, and the man was still talking in a low voice, as if to tell his wife not to be too sad, and she would get better soon.They dress luxuriously, and it can be seen that they are absolutely pampered at ordinary times, but at this time, like all parents, they are worried about the safety of their children.

Sherlock sat sideways, looking carefully in that direction from above the turned up collar of his coat.He didn't put down his collar until the two men disappeared into the corner of the corridor.

Three days have passed since the date on the roof.Moriarty finally chose to kill Wei Yang first and then swallowed the gun to commit suicide, which was completely beyond his expectations.According to his plan, there should be time to explain his last words to John, but the time was completely too late—he followed Wei Yang and jumped down.

Moriarty had to die because that was the intended target, and he had to die because he needed to stay in the shadows and spend time finding Moriarty's associates one by one.But Wei Yang is different—the original plan was for them to feign death together, and then Wei Yang returns to China to avoid the limelight, and they can come back together in the future, but...

Sherlock wiped his face very vigorously.

"I thought you'd react more calmly, Sherlock." Mycroft's voice sounded.He came quietly, almost like a ghost.

Sherlock could find many ways to mock Mycroft's performance, but he didn't want to say anything now.He still sat there, as if he had taken root in the chair.

Mycroft sighed silently. "this is not your fault."

It's just that they miscalculated Moriarty's reaction.If Wei Yang was really just a pawn to him, then he would not kill Wei Yang at the last moment and then commit suicide.According to Mycroft's consistent point of view, being emotional is a physical defect of a loser, but in this case it's the other way around—probably because Moriarty's emotional expression is different from that of ordinary people.

But it's pointless to say that.What they could do at that time was to rush Wei Yang to the hospital, and then announced that both of them had fallen to their deaths.Public opinion is meaningless anyway, dead people don't care about such things.

"Go in and have one last look at him, Sherlock," said Mycroft at last.

Sherlock looked up at him sharply, as if to retort.But his lips moved twice, but he didn't say anything.Because he also knew that Mycroft's opinion was correct—for him not to be threatened in the future, and for Wei Yang's future safety, they must draw a clear distance.

Mycroft looked into his brother's face with sudden embarrassment, but he managed to hide it deftly.He must say that he was very sorry about it—not politely, he would have used the word even if the Queen had died—a real pity.

To be honest, he didn't like Wei Yang at all at first.It was also a very difficult process to change perceptions afterwards, but at that time he did not think that Wei Yang and Sherlock could be together like ordinary people——

Because they are not ordinary people.Sherlock, who loves thrills and puzzles, chooses to be a consulting detective; he chooses to hide behind the scenes and become the invisible British government.They can never become ordinary like this, never be like ordinary people.Marry a wife and have children, make friends and travel...

Maybe he shouldn't have agreed in the first place.He probably had selfish intentions, he only felt that Sherlock really needed a friend in his heart, so he allowed this to happen, so that now...

There was a faint cry from the other end of the corridor.This is normal, not all people who enter the intensive care unit survive.

"Aren't we out of order?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Mycroft did not make his usual raised eyebrow. "People are always going to die, and hearts are always going to be broken, Sherlock." He whispered, "Love is a dangerous disadvantage." Ask him back.To be honest, there are only a handful of people who can do this, and he may never meet again in the future.

Sherlock didn't answer for a moment.Finally he stood up, with the same tone as usual: "I went in." It seemed that this was just the most ordinary visit. "What about you? Forget it, right?"

Mycroft couldn't control his eyebrows this time.Just when he was about to refute, Jasmine suddenly appeared in front of them in a panic. "Wake up, Sherlock, Yang is awake."

The Holmes brothers exchanged quick glances.Being sober is a good thing, but what's up with Jasmine's expression?

"I don't know what's going on," Jasmine said with a pale face, "but he... he said to me, 'Thank you for taking care of me, Miss Hope'."

Sherlock was stunned, and so was Mycroft.If Wei Yang can see it, he will definitely sigh that this is the eighth wonder of the world.

"If I remember correctly," said Mycroft in disbelief, "the bullet missed his heart, but it didn't hit his head either...?"

This statement of fact caused Sherlock and Molly to stare at him together.Then Sherlock thought of something, and his face changed again: "He fell from the roof..." That's not right, didn't he fall on the safety air cushion?

The two brothers looked at each other, and they both read the same speculation as themselves from the other's face.Wei Yang lost his memory?what happened?

**

Two years later, the City of London.

A young man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out from under the steel arc vault of Lloyd's, passed through a large group of reporters and guns and short cannons under the clearing of the bodyguards, and got into the car that was already waiting on the side of the road.

"Ah, Wei always doesn't accept any interviews!"

"It's over, the editor-in-chief will definitely kill me when I go back!"

Seeing the target walk away, the reporters complained one after another.It is not the first time that a Chinese enterprise organization intends to cooperate with Lloyd's, but this time the scale is particularly large, and the weight can definitely make the headlines of the financial section.They thought that the young chief executive might lose his composure and say more, but they didn't expect it to be even more difficult!

That's right, this man is Wei Yang.He ignored the reporter at all and asked the driver to drive back to his apartment in Westminster.Negotiations are always a tug of war, and he has to rest before continuing to fight.When he thought of this, he closed his eyes slightly and began to refresh himself.

The secretary wanted to say something, but seeing his expression, he shut his mouth wisely.

Ten minutes later, Wei Yang entered the door of the apartment, took a quick shower, then sat on the sofa and turned on the laptop.Last year, he took over one of the top real estate companies in China, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is quite a diamond king.It's just that the difference from the male protagonist of romance novels is that he is a very hard-working president, and he is too busy with group affairs every day, let alone being the prince charming in the hearts of Cinderellas.

Fortunately, things are going well, at least within the expected range.After finishing the company affairs, Wei Yang lay down on the sofa immediately.After maintaining the same posture for a long time, his right shoulder began to ache again, and even his arms and fingers began to convulse and tremble.

This is post-traumatic stress disorder, Wei Yang reminded himself in his heart.The gunshot wound has healed, and feeling the pain is just your psychological effect.It's okay to forget it... He rubbed the area through his pajamas, while he spurned the disease for being hypocritical.Why do you still feel pain when it's already grown up?

But speaking of it, his injury was the last time he came to London.It was also for this reason that my mother was reluctant to let him come to London before; if it wasn't for the fact that the matter was too important, and preventing him from getting sick, Wei Yang didn't doubt that she would tie him up at home.Even if he doesn't remember how he got hurt, life always has to go on, right?

Yes, in addition to PTSD, Wei Yang also lost part of his memory.He spent a lot of effort recalling the two years he had been blank, but he still had no solution.He thought he was a bit of a dandy, but he certainly didn't rise to the level of murder and arson. How could he be shot?Is it really the same as the official conclusion, just a hostage caught by accident?Just bad luck?

Wei Yang thought this was really suspicious, but he didn't tell anyone.Anyway, with two years of no evidence to prove his suspicions true, let it rot.

The right hand slowly returned to normal.Wei Yang turned over on the soft sofa, stretched his arms to reach the napkin on the low table, and was about to wipe off the cold sweat that came out.When the wound just healed, he struggled and writhed in pain until he became catabolic, and the injection of Demerol was useless, but he is much better now.

Just then, the sound of new mail arriving.Wei Yang stood up halfway, and only opened it after wiping his face.Although he had never seen the address of the letter, it would not be an insignificant matter if it was transferred to him by his secretary.But he was happy to see it, because the secretary told him that someone had sent an anonymous threatening letter, saying that he had indecent photos of him.

Wei Yang thought for a while, and immediately typed a reply: "Ask him, do I have any scars in the photo?"

Two minutes later, the new email replied: "He said no, boss. He also said that you may not remember this, but he will help you remember it." The implication is obvious, and the method is definitely not expected.

But he really doesn't remember!Wei Yang bared his teeth and grinned. "Then tell that guy, I hope he really has this. I also have to thank him for saving it for me, because at least it looks better than me now." Whether there are pictures or not, and even if there are , will he be voluntary?It was exposed that he was also a victim!

The secretary was probably shocked by his weird thinking, and it took him a long time to reply.The person who threatened was probably in the same mood as the secretary, because the next reply was "You are really interesting".The secretary cleverly only forwarded this letter without daring to say anything more.

... Interesting, your sister!Which boring guy is this?Wei Yang almost flipped the table.

At the other end of the network cable, a tall man wearing glasses moved the muscles at the corners of his lips slightly as he looked at the lines of words on the screen.He thought it was a breakthrough... Could it be that he guessed wrong about the truth two years ago?But it doesn't matter, this is indeed a more difficult goal, if it doesn't work, there is another...

The talks continued intermittently for several months, during which Wei Yang flew several times between Shanghai and London.For the last time, everything was fine. It was rare for him to have a rest day, and he could sit leisurely in his mansion to pass the time.

After relaxing, Wei Yang thought about what he had been threatened before, and then called out the report that was handed in from below and had been glanced at before.

He really didn't offend anyone in London, but there was a very famous blackmailer in London, under the name of Charles Augustus Magnussen of the newspaper conglomerate.This man has a lot of secret information in his hand, which is stored in his mansion in the Cotswolds.This house named Arpodo is very famous, not only for its luxurious facilities such as bowling alley, squash court, and observation tower, but for the legendary underground database.It is said that relying on its existence, Magnussen can even contain the political leaders of various countries; but this is not in the scope of the data.

Wei Yang frowned.In other words, if Magnussen had any pornographic photos of him, it must be there.He lay back on the bed and began to meditate.The indecent photos of him don't really matter, but it doesn't matter if there's something more serious.Maybe it would be better to go and see for yourself... He thought for a while, and finally got up and lifted the picture frame above the bed.There's a safe built into the wall, and it hasn't been opened since it was put in.but now……

His finger rested on the combination lock for a few seconds before finally pressing it.The green light on the door flickered and then opened automatically.Inside is a body armor, glasses (can be used as a scope and night vision goggles, but the appearance is not special), double-column magazines, suppressors, and of course, pistols.

Wei Yang took out one of the guns.After his last accident, his parents thought his house in England had bad feng shui and sold the house and the car; the gun was in a hospital locker, so he escaped death.They later bought him more personal protective equipment, including a new pistol and body armor, just in case.After waiting several months, he found out that there was still a gun, and put it away together.Maybe this is the only thing that can wake up his missing memory...

Bang, bang.

A slight sound of rubbing called Wei Yang's attention.What is this sound?He looked down and found that he was unconsciously playing with the pistol backwards, and the sound was coming from inside.Isn't this gun empty?

Wei Yang unloaded the magazine and took a look inside.It was almost empty, for there was only one round of ammunition.And the sound he heard was not from a bullet, but a small ball of paper.

Who puts wads of paper in magazines?Wei Yang became suspicious.He poured it out, unfolded it—

"The man with his own library system, Magnussen."

Wei Yang's face cracked.Because he found it was his own scribbles, and he didn't remember a bit of it.But the point is, Magnussen...?Was it Magnussen who tried to threaten him with the picture?Does self-contained library system mean... the rumored library doesn't exist at all?

Two days later, Arpoador.

"Sorry, Mr. Wei, Mr. Magnuson is dealing with some urgent matters, please wait a moment." The sweet-looking female secretary said apologetically.Although it's really not the way to treat guests in the living room all afternoon, she exists to solve this kind of problem.

Wei Yang snorted coldly in his heart.When he didn't hear the sound of the vehicle coming back?Magnussen just gave him a blow, counted as revenge.But getting angry with the secretary was useless, he showed his usual smile: "Tomorrow is Christmas, I thought he could have a little leisure." Then he looked out the French windows, "This place is so beautiful, I can Go out for a walk?"

The secretary hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Magnuson said he would like to invite you to dinner as his apology." While her employer generally doesn't mind guests visiting Arpoador, it requires his permission, especially the interior of the house.

Wei Yang showed a more sincere smile. "I'll be back soon, just for a cigarette."

The secretary showed a knowing expression. "Then you are welcome."

Apu's reputation is well-deserved, and in fact it is well-deserved.The whole house is designed in a post-modern style, the lawn is neatly manicured, and several rows of birch trees naturally divide the land into several areas.The life of a local tyrant who can play golf at home, a blackmailer is really a lucrative career...

Wei Yang complained inwardly while strolling.Of course he didn't want to smoke, but he would have the urge to smash things if he stayed there again.The emotional outburst could lead to a relapse of his PTSD, and he didn't want to be vulnerable to Magnussen.As a result, when he was thinking this way, he saw black shadows flickering in his vision, and there were more than one people sprinting through the bushes in the distance.

killer?There are too many people.agent?possible.Which murderous government added Magnussen's vendetta?This thought flashed by, Wei Yang immediately stuck to the wall, pretending to lower his head to wipe his glasses.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... nothing happened.Very good, the other party was not cautious enough.But it's more likely that the other party didn't see him at all—you have to know that his parents love their son very much, and the equipment they got is all the top equipment in the world; of course, it is true that they spent a lot of money.

For a moment, Wei Yang hesitated between going forward and going back.Reason told him that he should go back, and this matter was not easy to mess with; another voice persuaded him that it would be okay to see.Finally, he couldn't hold back, touched the holster on his body, and tiptoed along the outer wall.

Arpodo is a house with a semi-open design. From the atrium hall, there is a whole stretch of grass.Sherlock was standing on the steps outside the hall, staring at the proud Magnussen, thinking rapidly in his mind.

He's in a bind: He pretends to have stolen Mycroft's laptop in exchange for access to Arpoador's library, only to have the answer that there's no such library.

This is a big trouble.

In fact, he and Mycroft had co-designed the plan, but the plan now seemed to shoot itself in the foot.It is a fact that he gave Mycroft's computer to Magnuson, which means that Mycroft's work has made a fatal mistake (you must know that his brother is doing secrecy, nothing is worse than leaking state secrets scandal); Magnussen would have the news in the papers tomorrow, and he would have achieved his goal of destroying Mycroft as his Christmas present.

Any solution will take time, and he has no time; newspapers are printed in the early morning, and there is no hope of turning over early tomorrow morning, let alone the Internet; what should we do?He has realized from the beginning just now that there is only one solution, a special sense of abandoning the car to save the handsome... But does he really want to do that?

Hearing the faint sound of helicopter propellers in the distance, Magnussen gave a real smile. "Mycroft's people, aren't they?" He turned to look skyward, content in his voice. "You thought you could catch me, but you are in a cocoon. Tomorrow is the end of Sherlock Holmes. It is really a Christmas worth looking forward to."

Following his gaze, Sherlock also looked towards the sky.The helicopter was getting closer, and people were shouting to drop their weapons; the circle on the ground was getting smaller, but he couldn't tell Mycroft now that things had changed; their plans were disrupted, and they really didn't have time up.Magnussen's only recourse is his memory, so as long as he dies—

Sherlock drew his gun quickly, and pulled the trigger before the opponent recovered—but he suddenly felt a scorching wave of heat brushing past his shoulders—

"boom!"

The shot rang out and Magnussen fell, before the expression on his face had even had time to switch from smug to shocked.Sherlock threw the gun to the ground, raised his hands, and knelt down facing the direction of the helicopter.But in doing so, he couldn't help looking to the left—who?Who fired the shot almost exactly before him?

three days later.

John and his wife Mary came to 221B, but saw a small black car parked outside the door. "Looks like we've come at a bad time," John said, "Mycroft must be up there." And every time the two of them met the atmosphere was... He shook his shoulders.

"We can wait a while." Mary saw his concern and replied quickly.They came to thank Sherlock, who saved Mary from being threatened by Magnussen.

John agreed, and the two went into Mrs. Hudson's coffee shop together. "You think Sherlock should understand? Thank that man for us?" John said again.Although it was finally proved that the bullet that killed Magnussen was not fired from Sherlock's gun, and the real "murderer" was at large, but if it was Sherlock, he would definitely find that person and tell him... right?

Well, to be honest, he didn't doubt that Sherlock would be able to find that person, but it would be a bit fanciful to tell and thank him.Do Consulting Detectives Know What Gratitude Is?

"I'm sure it's all right."

John glanced at her, wondering if he should continue. "I heard that Yang was there at the time, but he was too far away, and he suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder, and his arm could not bear the recoil of the gun at all." He sighed heavily, "I mean Yes, he's alive, I'm glad."

"You miss him," said Mary sharply.

"Yeah, I think so," John replied, looking regretful, "but maybe the new life suits him better—I've seen him on the news, and he seems like a big shot."

Not sure, Mary thought to herself.But she didn't continue the topic, and cleverly diverted it.

Meanwhile upstairs.

Mycroft took out a transparent pouch from his file bag and spread it on the desk.Sherlock glanced at it quickly, "SS198LF bullet, brass shell with green tip, 5.7×28 mm, FN company's bullet for personal defense weapons, can be used with CPW personal protection weapons, VBRCQBW pistols, FNP90 personal protection weapons, Of course, there are also FN57 series pistols." He finished the long list like a machine gun, and then raised his eyelids, "What do you want to prove?" There were only a few people at the scene, and he didn't know who they were at the time. Don't know?

"A modified FN57 pistol looks like a civilian USG model. In fact, both the range and bullet velocity are higher than the military IOM model. It can accurately hit the heart of the target from 200 meters away. Such a pistol is not good. More, I just happened to see one." Mycroft raised his chin at him, "Why do you think they don't know about this, but only about stress disorder?"

Sherlock grinned at him.It's not that Wei Yang is clever, can aim accurately, and runs fast!As soon as he knelt down, Wei Yang knew to slip away first and hide the gun and other gadgets; otherwise, even if Mycroft wanted to hide it, it would not be so easy!

Mycroft looked at him helplessly. "This time it's really not what you imagined." He put the entire portfolio on the table and pushed it over. "That's all I can do. The rest is up to you, Sherlock."

**

One and a half months later, Shanghai, China.

On New Year's Eve, every family celebrates reunion, and fireworks are set off on the Huangpu River.On the high-rise apartment in Linjiang, Wei Yang leaned on the balcony, looking at the gorgeous flowers.He hasn't done this for a long time - because the river wind is cold and not good for his arms.

But it doesn't hurt anymore.I don't know whether it was the reason of the shot or the memory returning. The stress disorder that had plagued him for more than two years disappeared without a trace in that evening, as if it had never appeared.

He was in the bushes, and he couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could see the bulk of Magnussen and the back of a man in a trench coat; there might be others, but he didn't notice.He has been observing carefully, and feels that the situation seems to be not good for the long windbreaker.Until he saw the long windbreaker turn half of his face - completely bloodless, a sense of deja vu flashed in the gray eyes, it cannot be said that there was no despair -

This image aroused a certain resonance in him, and countless scenes flew past his mind.Moriarty looked at him for the last time, Sherlock couldn't hide his shocked expression, the gunshots that almost pierced the eardrums, the sharp pain from the shoulder blades, the warmth of blood overflowing, and the last cry of despair ——

They played back in front of his eyes as if in slow motion, but it was only a short moment-he drew the gun without thinking, pulled the safety catch, took aim, and pulled the trigger-all so naturally, just like he had rehearsed before. Same a thousand times.

His gun was fitted with a suppressor and was not immediately spotted.Others don't know, but Sherlock definitely does.But Sherlock immediately knelt down and surrendered, and "Run" was clearly written on his face when he turned around!

Wei Yang rubbed his face.He didn't know why his subconscious reaction was to shoot, but he didn't regret it.It's just that the flood of memories made him in a trance for a while—it wasn't a bad thing, because the forensics were overwhelmed by it, and they firmly believed that he was a patient.Until now, when he thinks back, he still can't be sure if this is real or a dream; or, he just has a second personality instead of amnesia?Oddly enough, this personality seems to know too much...

Forget it, it's useless to think too much, it's fine anyway.Wei Yang stretched his waist, ready to take a bath and sleep.But he froze as soon as he turned around—the living room was brightly lit, and nothing had changed, but there was someone else on the sofa, playing with the laptop he had put there.

"I seem to have said that you can't use other people's notebooks at will, right?" Wei Yang walked a few steps, leaning on the frame of the floor-to-ceiling glass door to look at him.

"No, you were talking about mobile phones last time." The intruder replied confidently.

"I have a bad feeling about your appearance here." Wei Yang pretended to be afraid. "Tell me directly, is there any case around here that can be a labor detective?"

Sherlock looked up from his notebook, showing a small smile. "you."

"Come on, don't say that you suddenly thought of arresting me at this moment." Wei Yang rolled his eyes rudely.Then he went in and sat on the sofa opposite, just like they used to do before. "In the mood to play around, it looks like London's criminal scene is off again."

"Probably." Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth, and then took out a brown paper bag from the windbreaker. "Mycroft will definitely give you this as a New Year's present. Be forewarned, I think he's being stingy."

Wei Yang raised his eyebrows and took it.New Year's gift from the British government? "That's a little strange," he commented, and opened it—

Inside was a gun permit.

"So he always remembers this?" Wei Yang laughed dumbfounded. "When he said that at the pool, I thought it was just a joke!" He put the certificate back and asked, "What about yours?"

"My what?" Sherlock asked knowingly.

"New Year's gift, don't say you brought it to Mycroft, you haven't prepared it yourself?" Wei Yang stretched out his hand towards him.

"If a lot of trouble is a gift..." Sherlock blinked at him in mock distress.

The two looked at each other, couldn't help it anymore, and burst out laughing.

"Let's get to know each other again, I am Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in the world."

Maybe you have changed, but I will always remember you when I first met, in the palace of thinking.

**

"Get up!"

The sound could be described as a thunderclap, but Wei Yang just turned over. "Don't yell," he said vaguely, "I'm jet-lagged..."

"Your sister's jet lag!" Liu Jiayan stepped on the chair, with her upper body leaning against the bed. "Don't think brother doesn't know," he accused angrily, "You have been sleeping since the afternoon before yesterday, and you looked drunk when you went to the bathroom! Be honest, what did you do? Did you do too much?" He stretched out his bottle of water hand, the target is Wei Yang's bed.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Wei Yang was startled, this time completely woken up: "Do you know that you will be kicked by the horse for disturbing people's clear dream!" You did too much! Your whole family did too much!"

"Hey, it looks normal again." Liu Jiayan looked at him suspiciously. "What's going on? Did you take ecstasy? I've never seen you sleep so well. I'm going to call 110!"

"Is it 120?" Wei Yang rolled his eyes. "I just played a game." He stretched out his fingers and made a two-to-one comparison.

"Twenty hours in a row?" Liu Jiayan showed a shocked expression.

"No, two hours." Wei Yang said in pain.

"You're so tired after two hours?" Liu Jiayan's shock immediately turned into contempt, "Can you do it, you?"

Wei Yang continued to roll his eyes at him. "All five stars, but was shot by the Boss at the end of the customs clearance."

"...Dead?" Liu Jiayan was startled.The package of the game Wei Yang was playing was still on the table, so he glanced at it twice.This is always the case in fully immersive games. Although it does not reflect on the body, it feels quite real.

"Not dead, probably seriously injured."

Liu Jiayan patted his forehead sympathetically: "Good boy, you need a psychiatrist! Daddy will find one for you!" Then he pretended to leave.

"Get out early!" Wei Yang scolded with a smile.

The two talked nonsense for a while, Wei Yang suddenly smelled the aroma of the food, and his stomach grumbled without losing the opportunity.

Liu Jiayan squinted at him: "Sleep, sleep, sleep! My brother brought you breakfast, why don't you hurry up and eat!"

"Hey, you are really my brother!"

"Isn't that?"

After breakfast, Wei Yang had a whim and wanted to go out for a walk for a while.Liu Jiayan agreed very much, thinking that it would be better for an otaku to bask in the sun, so he pushed him out with a big hand, and immediately closed the door and locked it.Wei Yang originally said in passing that he was throwing a stone at his foot, so he could only stare at General Tie resentfully, and wandered downstairs.And during this wandering, I don't know whether it was good luck or bad luck, but I bumped into Meng Yuanji at the three-way intersection downstairs.

"Morning, Meng Xueba!" Wei Yang greeted casually.Although Meng Yuanji had always been indifferent, he hadn't reached the point of deliberately ignoring people.

Our Meng Xueba is also the same aloof today.He nodded, and then glanced at Wei Yang researchingly. "You look in good spirits?"

"My delusion? Why are you suspicious?" Wei Yang asked him strangely.

"No." Meng Yuanji resolutely denied, and asked him again: "Have you played the game yet?"

"Just passed the first test, all five stars." Wei Yang said embarrassedly.Because he estimated that with Meng Yuanji's urination, he should say that he had cleared all the levels in two hours.

Meng Yuanji nodded unexpectedly. "How much time?"

"Two hours...?" Wei Yang felt even more guilty.

"What about in the game?"

"Two years." After Wei Yang answered, he realized that the question was inexplicable: "Why do you ask this?"

"No, it's just a casual question." Meng Yuanji looked serious. "Old Qi told me to go find him, so I'll go first."

Mr. Qi is the gold-lettered signboard of their academy, a world leader in theoretical physics, the president of the Chinese Academy of Engineering, a specially appointed expert by the State Council, and a lot of honorary titles at home and abroad, too numerous to mention.It's not surprising that a top student like Meng Yuanji is favored by him, but, if you go to the physics building from Meng Yuanji's small apartment, you won't pass this way...

Wei Yang looked at his back suspiciously, thinking that Xueba is really an elusive existence.Then he realized what he was thinking, and he couldn't help but patted his head: Well, I played a reasoning game, and now everything looks up!

But in retrospect, the game was so realistic, especially the moment he was shot by the pistol and flew away, he really felt like he was going to die.Now to summarize the ending, there are probably two sentences: the first sentence, I thought I was a hostage, but it turned out to be buried with me; the second sentence, your love is too heavy for my life to bear!

After eating, Wei Yang wandered back again.Liu Jiayan is not in the dormitory, and seems to have gone out.Seeing that the timing was just right, he decisively logged on to the computer and played the game.After passing the first level in three days, Meng Yuanji must have laughed at him in his heart!

Learning from a pitfall, Wei Yang carefully listened to the system's explanation before entering the second door.The general meaning is that this level is "Harry Potter", choose one of the three goals, and the favorability is still five stars.However, the point system will only be activated when the points reach a certain amount, and the favorability is not always fixed at five stars.Target names are no longer given due to increased difficulty.In the same way, the prompts after entering the world will gradually decrease.

The most important point is that the system gives the criteria for choosing a top student—"There is a priority in hearing the truth, and there is a specialization in the art industry. Everything is in line with the mainstream strength measurement standard of the world, and it is possible to make appropriate adjustments"——

Lying in a big slot!

There was only one feeling in Wei Yang's heart.Damn, this is not a top student, but a genius plus a top student, right?Also properly adjusted?Are you really not kidding me?

But on second thought, he wasn't so angry anymore.Isn't it "Harry Potter"?Labor and capital can't handle a group of super-high IQs, so can't they deal with that group of brats?Therefore, Wei Yang stepped into the transparent rectangular door with arrogance.