After teasing an NPC in the game

The little beggars nearby are easy to find, just ask other residents of the town.

Ordinary people generally don't have much impression of ordinary passers-by, and they forget it when they see it.But you will have a deep impression on the beggars you meet on the road, because the image of beggars is different, and because beggars pray to them for mercy.

People always have a very strange psychology towards people who are different from ordinary people, so they can tell exactly which direction the beggar is going.

Jian Raokong followed the path they guided until he came to the fountain pool. This fountain pool was very large. He walked along the edge of the fountain pool, turned a corner, and met a blond young man who was shining all over his body.

The blond young man was wearing a white shirt and smoky gray suspenders.The sleeves are rolled up, revealing the white and slender arms, holding the palette in the left hand and the paintbrush in the right, standing in front of the drawing board and drawing.

The little boy in the painting of the blond youth looks like a little beggar with dirty clothes.

Jian Raokong walked forward, bypassing the drawing board that blocked his view, and confirmed that the model was indeed a little beggar.

The blond young man put down his paintbrush and said to the little beggar, "The painting is finished."

The little beggar hastily bowed to thank the blond young man, with unconcealable joy and no regrets on his face.

Seeing that the little beggar was about to leave, Jian Raokong hurriedly called to stop the little beggar.

When the blond young man saw Jian Raokong's face, there was a strange look in his eyes, and when Jian Raokong looked at him, he smiled at him.

The little beggar raised his small face to look at Jian Raokong, then quickly lowered his head, his eyes dodged, his fingers twirled around the hem of his clothes, and the toes of his feet were twitching.

Jian Raokong asked: "Did you see the homeless Siri last night?"

The little beggar nodded.

Jian Raokong squatted down and looked at the little beggar, and asked, "Did you see where he is? What is he doing?"

The little beggar said: "Under the roof, sleep."

"Then you," Jian Raokong asked, "did you see anything else?"

The little beggar suddenly panicked, "No, I didn't see it."

"Don't be afraid, brother is not a bad person." Jian Raokong said: "Brother is here to catch bad people."

The little beggar continued to grab the hem of his clothes, remained silent for a while, and whispered, "Last night, I saw a man in black clothes."

Jian Raokong waited for a while and did not wait for the follow-up, so he asked: "Is it a man or a woman?"

The little beggar said, "I don't know, it's too dark."

"Don't be afraid, you don't know anything." Jian Raokong said: "It's too dark, other dark clothes will also be seen as black, and there may be other homeless people."

Hearing this, the little beggar finally looked at Jian Raokong and asked, "Then, won't I be silenced?"

Jian Raokong said: "No, you don't know anything."

The little beggar breathed a sigh of relief, Jian Raokong smiled, took some pocket money to the little beggar, and said, "Go and buy some food."

The little beggar nodded, bowed to Jian Raokong, and trotted away.

Jian Raokong stood up, walked towards the blond youth, and asked, "Are you a resident of this small town?"

The blond youth didn't answer, but instead asked, "Don't you ask my name first?"

"Okay." Jian Raokong said, "What's your name, please?"

The blond youth said: "My name is Kazat. What about you?"

"Fol." Jian Raokong asked, "Can you answer my question now?"

Kazat replied, "I came to this town three years ago."

Jian Raokong said: "Then do you know Naxi?"

"I know," Kazat said, "but I'm not familiar with it."

Jian Raokong said, "Did Naxi have any trouble with anyone?"

"I know," Kazat smiled at Jian Raokong and said, "But why should I tell you?"

Since there is intelligence, there is a way to obtain it.

Jian Raokong asked: "What reward do you need in exchange for news?"

"I need a model," Kazat said, "You come to be my model, and I'll tell you."

Jian Raokong asked: "Shall I stand here for you to draw?"

"No," Kazat said, "it's noon now, and I need to go home for a meal."

"Okay then, I'll go back and have a meal too." Jian Raokong said, "Where do you live? I'll look for you in the afternoon."

Kazat said: "If you don't mind, let's have a meal together?"

When passing by the vegetable market, Kazat bought beef and cauliflower. Jian Raokong saw that he was carrying a large drawing board, so he offered to help carry the vegetables.

Kazat's steak is just right, not too old and not too raw.

At lunch, Jian Raokong drank some red wine, her cheeks were flushed, and she asked, "Shall I draw now?"

"Well," Kazat said, "come with me to the studio."

Jian Raokong pointed to the red sofa in the studio and asked, "Sit on this sofa?"

Kazat said "hmm", and Jian Raokong walked to the sofa and sat down.

Kazat said, "Take off your clothes."

Jian Rao took off his shirt and wore a white vest underneath.

Kazat said, "The vest and pants were also taken off."

Jian Rao thought about those oil paintings for a while, and asked, "Should I take off my underwear if I don't know how?"

"Yeah," Kazat said, "I draw nude models."

Jian Raokong got up and wanted to leave, but Kazat stepped forward to wrap his arms around the waist.

Kazat said: "What are you afraid of, I won't do anything to you."

Jian Raokong calmed down and thought for a while, as long as he leaves this game world, this save file will be gone.

After convincing himself, Jian Raokong walked back, began to undress, and sat on the sofa after undressing.

Kazat said, "It's not sitting, it's lying down."

The shame of being naked all over the body made Jian Raokong shrink back and forth. After hesitating for a while, Jian Raokong still lay down.

Kazat said, "That's not the case."

Kazat came to Jian Raokong's body, supported his head with one hand and his waist with the other, and moved the person up a certain distance, so that Jian Raokong's head rested on the armrest of the sofa.

Then he grabbed Jian Raokong's one foot and placed it on the back of the sofa, while the ankle of the other foot was half hanging outside the sofa.

Jian Raokong was so startled that he covered his private parts and wanted to put his feet down.

Kazat reached out and grabbed Jian Raokong's ankle, saying, "Don't move."

Jian Raokong stared at Kazat, his face was flushed, and his eyes were watery.

Kazat chuckled, took out a piece of red fine gauze from his trouser pocket, and unfolded it to cover Jian Raokong's private place.

Kazat said: "Don't move, just keep the current posture."

Jian Rao posed for over an hour and asked, "Are you all right? My legs are so sore."

Kazat: "Where is the acid?"

"Thigh," Jian Raokong said, "You have such a big fork, and you are also sore."

Kazat chuckled lightly, "How about I rub it for you?"

Seeing Kazat put down his brush and stood up, Jian Raokong was afraid that he would come for real, so he hurriedly refused: "No need!"

"Oh." Kazat replied in a low tone, and sat down to draw again.

After finishing the painting, Jian Rao wanted to put his legs down from the sofa, but found that he was sore and couldn't get off by himself, so he sat up and stretched out his hands to grab the legs and put them down.

Kazat said, "Do you need help?"

Jian Raokong said: "No need!"

Jian Raokong picked up the clothes on the ground and began to put them on. He noticed that Kazat's gaze was on him all the time, and he was a little uncomfortable, so he said, "Can you stop staring at me?"

Kazat said, "Do you need help getting dressed?"

Jian Raokong refused again: "No need!"

Jian Raokong got dressed and sat on the sofa. He always felt that he was still naked in Kazat's eyes. Looking into Kazat's eyes, he felt a strange sense of shame.

Kazat sat on the empty seat beside Jian Raokong and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Jian Raokong's mind jumped to the question, the strange feeling disappeared, and he replied: "Who is Naxi having a dispute with?"

Kazat said: "Rose's husband has close contacts with Naxi, and Rose and Naxi had many quarrels and physical conflicts."

Jian Raokong asked, "Where does she live?"

Kazat said: "No. 213, Center Street, Area B."

Jian Raokong stared at Kazat's expression and asked, "Who do you think will kill Naxi?"

Kazat touched Jian Raokong's chin, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and said, "You want to know?"

Jian Raokong patted Kazat's hand away and looked at him indifferently.

Jian Raokong asked, "What's your relationship with Naxi?"

"Didn't you tell me?" Kazat said, "I don't know her well. We are residents of the same town who meet on the street and are not usually allowed to visit."

Jian Rao made a few words in vain, but seeing that he couldn't get anything out of it, he got up and said goodbye.

Kazat said: "Wait."

Jian Raokong looked at him suspiciously.

Kazat said, "The dishes haven't been washed yet."

so what?Do you want to do the dishes?

Kazat said: "I cook for you, shouldn't you help me wash the dishes?"

Jian Rao went to the kitchen to help Kazat wash the dishes.

Kazat leaned against the kitchen door, watching Jian Rao empty wash the dishes.

Kazat asked: "Aren't you afraid of death? It will hurt a lot."

Jian Raokong asked: "Why do you say that?"

Kazat said: "Do you know why that little beggar asked me to paint him a portrait?"

Jian Rao put the washed bowls into the cupboard and looked back at him.

Kazat said: "He was afraid that he would die like this and be forgotten by everyone soon. So he asked me to help him paint a portrait. If someone can see him, remember him."

"When he learned that I was willing to help him paint a portrait, he was very happy and washed his face and hands several times by the fountain."

After Jian Raokong went out, he found that the night was dark.

He walked towards the mansion where he was currently living, following the moonlight and the stars.

A black figure flashed in front of his eyes, and Jian Raokong hurriedly chased after him.

The author has something to say:

The author who applied for the visa for the second time was rejected, and burst into tears.