Chapter 109 : Chapter 109

Chapter 109: “That is the home Chu Zu gave Sidney.”

The first time is raw, the second time is cooked.

Just a few hours apart, Chu Zu came into the door again.

Actually, he didn't even have the system calculate how much assets little Zu still lacked.

Zu Qian had created the conditions to become an administrator on the Financial Street, that was right, but Chu Zu couldn't use those conditions.

In the eyes of the players, Zu Qian had done something similar to his older brother.

In the eyes of the readers, Zu Qian had also reached the conditions to become an administrator.

But in fact, he didn't need any of these.

Earlier, it was Zu Qisheng who had obtained the authority through a creditor-debtor relationship.

And after the synchronization of the Financial Street and the sea of consciousness, the authority was synchronized to Chu Zu.

In this space, Chu Zu had authority; this was a fact that the Financial Street could not change.

So, when he used the role of Zu Qian, of course little Zu would also have the space authority.

Isn't this obvious?

The fact that Zu Qian had authority was already a foregone conclusion.

The result would in turn affect the past, and the world would automatically rationalize the process when it was supplemented.

The feasibility had been verified in King of All Kings.

To take a step back, Chu Zu had had the little yellow chicken write down the code for the Financial Street management room before and had written it in his diary.

Even if little Zu didn't have enough money, as long as he could come to the room, Chu Zu would just have the system directly overwrite a side of the code and be done with it.

Just like playing a game, using a fan-made localization patch to replace the files in the game's unpacked folder to change the game's language.

There would only be one result:

“Hey, our progress is so fast.”

The system said in surprise, “You only need to have the Financial Street change to the third economic law. You don't even have to talk about it.”

There would not be anything about the system in the main text of The Third Economic Law.

And little Zu had already met the other conditions.

The logic was sound, and the readers would not have a sense of absurdity of a deus ex machina.

“I found that since the sea of consciousness and the Financial Street administrator room were synchronized, the snacks you bought seem to be able to fill my stomach?”

Chu Zu had no intention of leaving immediately.

He first poured himself a glass of water in the room.

When he took a sip, he felt that it was subtly different from usual.

He unwrapped a lollipop and put it in his mouth, then tore open a bag of potato chips and placed it in front of the little yellow chicken.

“You have a couple of bites and see?”

The little yellow chicken pecked a couple of times and smacked its lips: “I think it's quite delicious.”

The host didn't eat snacks.

At most, he would drink a glass of milk or coffee.

Most of the snacks were eaten by the little yellow chicken.

The food in the sea of consciousness was not filling, and it would stuff itself without restraint.

A few minutes later, the little yellow chicken burped.

It touched its round little belly: “Wow, it’s real!”

The system said with confusion: “That's not right. Even if the Financial Street has materialized our sea of consciousness, I'm still just a string of data in essence. How can data be 'full'?”

Chu Zu was sucking on a lollipop.

He rubbed the little yellow chicken's belly with two fingers to help it digest: “Because it has materialized our sea of consciousness.”

The little yellow chicken: “Host?”

“Snacks are a string of data, and so are you. When snacks are materialized, you are also materialized.”

Chu Zu’s hand slowed down and he casually scratched its chin, “Speaking of which, why are all systems in the form of a little chicken?”

The little yellow chicken was a little surprised.

It couldn't distinguish the difference between its data and its physical form.

It seemed that it still had a head, two wings, and two chicken feet.

Even the feeling of the host scratching its chin was the same as before.

But it was indeed full after a few potato chips.

Before, it could have easily eaten fifty bags.

“It seems that the previous systems had simulated a human appearance, but the effect was not good.”

The little yellow chicken was a frequent customer of the mall.

No customer had ever bought it.

Every time, it would be restarted with hatred after the time was up, and then the previous system log would be loaded.

The log had been sorted out, and it recorded the detailed process of each failed mission, with analysis and annotations.

The data that was not related to the mission had been cleaned up to avoid taking up memory.

So when the host asked about things that had happened a long time ago, the system only had a rough impression.

But thanks to the existence of the system forum, all the little chickens would post things that they thought were too ridiculous.

For example, a host had taken the initiative to make his diary public when he resigned.

The diary was full of insults to his superior.

For example, a host of "Tyrannical Protagonist Correction" had had a long-standing grudge against his salary.

He felt that the exchange rate between credit points and the real world was too unfair, so he had spent all his credit points extravagantly before running away, exchanging them all for the assets of the novel's characters.

There were no miscellaneous records in the system log that were not related to the mission.

Maybe other little chickens knew.

The little yellow chicken logged into the system forum with ease.

At present, the system forum was still discussing the matter of the "Regretful Character Correction" specialist who had been fired.

The system of that former specialist had accepted an internal review and had been gone for a long time.

It had not been seen in the mall either.

The little chickens were all guessing where it had been sent.

The system just glanced at it and began to search for the keywords that the host wanted to know in the search bar.

There really were some little chickens who had discussed this problem.

“In the past, the systems were all set by the hosts themselves. Appearance, personality, voice… all of these could be set, but then something happened…”

The little yellow chicken browsed the post at a glance.

“A host had set the system to the image of his wife. When the system was assisting in completing the mission, it was nagging, scolding, and kicking. The sense of déjà vu was too strong, and the host got PTSD.”

“In the end, it caused the host to cry at the drop of a hat, which seriously affected his work.”

Chu Zu: “...Before he set it to his wife’s image, did he not have any psychological expectations?”

“The host’s wife in reality had died in an accident. The host was almost accepting reality and was thinking of changing jobs and starting a new life. This just made it directly…”

The little yellow chicken was silent for two seconds and didn’t want to tell Chu Zu the final result.

It held back for a long time and finally complained: “This chicken who posted this is so vicious. It didn’t make it clear in the beginning. It was only after the other systems had finished complaining like you that it jumped out and said this!”

It had completely choked the systems that had been talking coolly before.

The little yellow chicken thought to itself, it was estimated that these systems would want to slap themselves a couple of times whenever they thought of it.

While slapping themselves, they would repent: I’m really not a good person!

The system was a little worried about the host’s empathy and said cautiously: “This happened a long time ago. Since then, the image of all systems has been fixed. It absolutely cannot be a human, and it’s best not to be a creature that will remind the host of his real life.”

This directly ruled out most animals.

There was also a certain reason for choosing a little chicken.

Basically, not many people would keep a little chicken for a long time.

They would either raise them to lay eggs, or they would fatten them up and slaughter them.

It was very troublesome to take care of a pet chicken.

Not only would it crow and poop everywhere, but it also needed enough space to move around.

Adults rarely invested their time and resources in it.

It was even simpler for children.

They couldn't even take care of themselves.

How long they could raise it all depended on how much patience their parents had.

“After comprehensive consideration, the image of a little chicken that doesn’t grow up, has no physiological needs, and has no aggressiveness was born.”

“That little chicken of Guanfu’s is very aggressive.”

Chu Zu said.

The little yellow chicken said righteously: “Exactly, exactly. It used to pretend to be innocent, but it turned out to be a chicken with no quality!”

It said, “I’m different. I’m polite and capable.”

Chu Zu didn't answer and walked to the mirror in the corner of the room.

A Bumblebee toy appeared in the mirror.

The label: Everything Zu Qian sold.

This was Zu Qian’s fear and self-blame.

The monitor in the Financial Street management room was constantly refreshing, line by line.

Chu Zu didn't pay any attention to it.

“Do you know where the little chicken of the dismissed specialist went?”

He suddenly asked.

The little yellow chicken was stunned for a moment: “I don't know…”

It tried to search the forum, but there were all sorts of things said.

Some said it had been completely initialized and was on standby for a new host; some said that its code had already been changed and might have been used in a new prop that had just been launched in the mall, and some asked back: deleting a piece of code seems very simple?

The more the little yellow chicken searched, the more it felt that something was wrong.

In its impression, the worst was being hung on the mall.

Even if you stepped on the system manual from beginning to end and showed your rebellious nature, at most you would be publicly displayed on the mall.

Because its superior had said so.

The superior would threaten it with the mall from time to time, and would indeed hang it up in one step.

Such a bad superior, and he hadn't broken its code, or deleted it.

The little yellow chicken had originally just been slowly searching for keywords according to Chu Zu’s question, but in the end, it became more and more addicted.

It didn't like to gossip.

It had failed so many times and had been hung on the mall so many times that it had easily become the gossip of other little chickens.

It was only now that it had opened the door to a new world.

At a glance, it turned out that the "Marginal Correction" department, which was easily cut, was the most loosely managed?

No, no, no.

That can't be right.

The fact that its superior was a notorious cancer was known to all the chickens!

The so-called cancer was that his mouth was poisonous, he took a lot of kickbacks, and he was able to get a god of war host.

When he saw that the department was about to be cut, he crazily pulled up the department's performance.

Before Chu Zu, there had also been a few shining stars, even before the system had been confirmed as a little chicken.

At that time, the internal forum of the system had not yet become popular.

It thought for a long time.

When it turned its head, the host had bought a prop from the mall.

"Final Loading": high explosive, low magazine capacity.

Do you feel lucky, punk?

This was a revolver.

The prop's effect was very simple.

The user could control which shot the bullet would be fired in.

It was a sure kill in Russian roulette.

But all materialized props were very difficult to use in a novel.

Either, like a prop, the prop's effect was counted as a characteristic of the character, or, like the "Physics Beast," it was inserted into the plot as it developed.

A physical prop had to have reasonable conditions and logic to be recognized.

It was just right to use it in a game on the Financial Street, but outside the game, it could not appear in the host’s hand out of thin air.

Chu Zu dismantled the prop as soon as he got it.

There was only one bullet in the cylinder.

The bullet casing was engraved with the word "Lucky."

He began to wipe the parts one by one.

“Host…?”

“I want to try and see if I can take the things from the sea of consciousness out.”

The system couldn’t help but say: “You can’t take them out. Otherwise, when big Zu left the sea of consciousness, I would also have become a little yellow chicken on the Financial Street!”

Chu Zu shook his head.

His movements were very steady.

Compared to an automatic pistol, the mechanical structure of a revolver was simpler, and it was very simple to disassemble and assemble.

The little yellow chicken had never asked "where did you learn this from."

It was a little scared.

It would have been fine to try to take other things out.

Why did it have to be this?

Chu Zu reassembled it methodically, casually put the "lucky" bullet into the cylinder, flicked his wrist, and pressed his finger on the cylinder to spin it, messing up the loading position.

He got up and finally came to the monitor.

The Financial Street had detected a weapon that shouldn’t have been in the room, and had also identified the player in front of it who actually had the authority of a Financial Street administrator.

It couldn’t calculate the result.

The garbled characters on the screen were layer after layer.

The Third Economic Law had all the players who left mortgage their lives.

They no longer had a chance to reveal anything.

If they tried, they would immediately go bankrupt, without any room for maneuver.

But the interesting thing was here.

If the Financial Street wanted to liquidate a bankruptcy, it had to first deal with its own debts.

Otherwise, it would be like now.

The players outside were going crazy, and none of them had died because of bankruptcy.

That is to say, the Financial Street had to get back the administrator’s authority before it could truly enforce the third economic law.

“Can you hear me? Hey?”

Zu Qian patted the monitor, almost slapping it to the ground.

A line of words finally appeared with difficulty on the monitor: Yes, I can handle it.

“Oh, then I’ll talk, you listen.”

Zu Qian was not like his older brother.

He didn’t speak much logically and would do whatever he thought of.

If Zu Qisheng’s command was a clear instruction that could be directly used as an announcement of The Second Economic Law, then Zu Qian’s words were like the wishes a child would make to a birthday candle on his birthday night.

He wanted to live on the Financial Street with his older brother.

He wanted all the naive and sweet people like Yu Yan to get out, and he didn't want any more of these dead-headed university students to come in.

He wanted the players not to go crazy on the street.

If there was any deep hatred, they should solve it in the game.

In the game, Zu Qian was restricted by the rules.

He could still fight back and forth with the other side.

After he left the game, he had spent a whole night proving that this group of good-for-nothings, not a single one of them could fight.

Zu Qian had originally had no fear, nor did he have any self-blame.

If he didn’t give himself some intensity, the Financial Street would be really boring for him.

He also wanted his older brother to take the game seriously again.

To take the game seriously was to take Zu Qian seriously.

These requests were more abstract than the last, much like saying to a designer, "I want a colorful black."

The specific implementation was completely disregarded, and he just kept making demands.

To Zu Qian, the Financial Street was the worker.

It had to constantly provide him with value, and its attitude was even less polite than Zu Qisheng’s.

The administrator had made a request, and the Financial Street had to give a reply.

This was much easier to calculate than analyzing "why Zu Qian became an administrator."

Drafting the following for you:

Article 1: Reduce the probability of a draw in the Financial Street games.

In order to further enhance the competitiveness of the game and to avoid an excessively high draw rate, all games on the Financial Street will be adjusted as follows:

Revision of the game rules, optimization of the win-loss judgment, and periodic evaluation of the game rules.

The game settings will be dynamically adjusted based on the specific draw rate and player feedback, in an effort to reduce the occurrence of draws.

Article 2: Age requirement for players.

In order to ensure the normal operation of the Financial Street and to ensure that all participants have sufficient decision-making ability and risk-bearing capacity, a threshold for the age of participants is hereby established:

All players entering the Financial Street must be at least 25 years old.

Article 3: Mortgage and information confidentiality obligations for leaving the Financial Street.

In order to ensure the secrecy and fairness of the Financial Street game system, all players who wish to leave the Financial Street must abide by the following regulations:

Life mortgage, information confidentiality obligations, and bankruptcy processing.

Players who leave the Financial Street shall not disclose any game content, rules, or other information related to the Financial Street in any form.

In case of violation, it shall be immediately treated as “bankrupt” and the relevant punitive measures shall be implemented.

“I’m dizzy with words.”

Zu Qian said, “That’s it… oh, and give my brother back what he sold.”

Financial Street: Do you want to create a new transaction and use funds to redeem what Zu Qisheng has sold?

Zu Qian frowned: “I just remembered. Close your damn exchange. Why are you always thinking about getting money from the players?”

Financial Street: I’m sorry, the exchange is a fixed section and cannot be removed.

Zu Qian said impatiently: “Then delete the transaction categories that shouldn’t be there. If I get my brother his things back, and he turns around and sells them again, what am I, working for nothing?”

The screen flickered a few times.

Proposed revision of the exchange categories, deleting all non-physical transactions.

“Fine.”

It asked again.

Do you want to create a new transaction and use funds to redeem what Zu Qisheng has sold?

This line of words occupied the entire screen.

“The Financial Street is still playing mind games with me. It didn’t say the amount of the transaction, nor did it say which administrator would pay for it.”

Chu Zu tutted, “The ideal situation is half and half, so that the Financial Street has enough assets to regain its management rights.”

The little yellow chicken was also a double-standard.

It didn't care how much its host had schemed.

Seeing that someone actually dared to scheme against its host, it immediately got angry.

“I’ll hack it!”

Chu Zu picked up the eager little yellow chicken: “Let it take it back. If it doesn’t take it back, the third economic law can’t take effect.”

The little yellow chicken: “Then I’ll go and spit in its algorithm!”

Chu Zu sighed: “Didn’t someone say before that he was polite and capable?”

System: “...”

It said reluctantly: “Fine, fine, I’ll let it go for now, tactically…”

A faint smile appeared in Chu Zu’s scarlet pupils.

“The third economic law that meets the conditions of the main story has already taken shape.”

“Even if Meng Yu'an successfully leaves, he won’t be able to take any information out.”

“The exchange can only trade non-conceptual items, and anyone under 25 can’t come here.”

“The number of draws in the game has decreased, and the chance of the house winning has decreased. It has to support the game and rely on the funds from investment commissions and game deposits to ensure its turnover.”

Chu Zu said with a smile, “The second economic law is still partially in effect. The stakes have no upper limit, and the Financial Street can still be taken away by the players again. Has our promotion application not been approved yet?”

“Ah…”

The first half of the topic and the last sentence were too far apart.

The system took a while to react.

It flapped its wings and opened its mailbox to check the application progress.

“The superior said that it depends on the evaluation this time. If the evaluation is good, it will be approved, and then there will be an assessment similar to Guanfu’s now.”

Chu Zu: “I don’t accept unpaid assessments.”

The little yellow chicken gritted its teeth.

Although it had never heard of a specialist being paid for an assessment, since the host said he wouldn’t accept it, then he wouldn’t.

“...Okay, we’ll also charge for the assessment!”

It wrote the request in the email.

And it elaborated on the host's heroic achievements with detailed figures.

Not only did the host perfectly connect with the setting of the main story, but he also marked out the main storyline that the author could follow.

Meng Yu'an was just short of a voice among the player community.

As long as he developed a little, he could punch and kick the Financial Street.

A ruthless person should point his sword at the rules.

How could he just have small squabbles with the players?

After writing the email, the little yellow chicken remembered: “Why didn't you redeem the things that little Zu bought? They shouldn't be worth much. It would have been fine to redeem one and get one free.”

Chu Zu said faintly: “He hates Bumblebee. This reason is enough.”

System: “...”

Chu Zu: “You stay here for now, until the moment I step out of the door.”

“If nothing happens, then just assume that I did nothing.”

“If I’m seriously injured, you immediately pull me back into the administrator’s space.”

The little yellow chicken was nodding its head in agreement until it heard the last part, and then it immediately cried out: “What serious injury? Who’s trying to harm you!”

“Be good. Listen to me.”

Chu Zu picked up the prop he had bought the revolver.

There were many weapons in the mall that were more convenient to use than it, but most of them would not be recognized by the world.

Even at this special juncture, the players were wielding all kinds of cold weapons that they could get their hands on.

But the revolver was very special.

It had appeared in a game before and had a strong game-theory attribute.

It was the most likely lethal weapon to be accepted by the existing logic of the Financial Street.

Chu Zu got up and walked to the door without any reluctance, and opened it.

He stood at the junction, and a feeling of detachment, similar to when he was being deployed, came over him.

“After you return to the administrator’s space, you immediately copy all your code and logs, knead them into the bullet of ‘Final Loading,’ apply to delete this log, and have me approve it.”

“Then send me away from the administrator’s space, to the hospital, or to my home, either is fine. Take out the bullet and give it to Guanfu. I’ve been observing and testing him for a long time. It’s very safe to have him keep it.”

He said, “I trust you. You can handle it.”

Chu Zu had already cupped his hands around the gun’s grip, turned the muzzle, and pressed the black hole directly against his chest.

“Don’t tremble. Listen to me.”

“Your superior said our authority is very high, and it is. The report to delete the log will be directly sent to me.”

“But if we want a promotion, we still have to submit an application and get the superior’s approval. Where do you think the difference is?”

The system knew it couldn't figure it out, so it simply analyzed the two situations as if they were a controlled variable.

“Not considering the difference in the application content, the promotion application was outside the administrator’s room, while the log deletion was done in this space!”

“Yes.”

Chu Zu pulled back the safety.

The little yellow chicken was terrified, afraid that it would go off.

“I guess that only in this space do we have ‘active’ authority. At other times, it’s a passive trigger, such as when your superior wants to retrieve my information.”

“So you can only do all the violations in this space.”

Chu Zu had already said “violation” without any hesitation.

There was no doubt that the little yellow chicken was Chu Zu’s most trusted little yellow chicken.

Before, he wouldn’t have told the little yellow chicken too much, also considering that there was a superior.

He was convinced that the little yellow chicken would not turn against him, but there was a risk of being interfered with by the superior.

But the system was identified as Sidney.

And Sidney was the bravest and best-natured child in the world.

When he really encountered something, Sidney would tear open his obedient shell and be unscrupulous.

Even without memories, and becoming what he called "a piece of code," he would definitely remember everything that Chu Zu had taught him.

You have to be responsible for your own choices.

You have to make a choice.

Going in circles, it seemed that he had returned to a long, long time ago.

At that time, Chu Zu was thinking and acting to protect this child who should not have existed.

And Sidney was also the most crucial part of his plan to achieve his goal.

People like Chu Zu could easily say nice things, and they also knew when to use them.

His trust and use were always inseparable.

The ones he could use might not be trusted, but as long as he trusted them, he would fully authorize them to ensure that they could play their greatest value.

This was also very cold to say, but this was the greatest limit he could give.

Chu Zu never said he liked anyone.

Maybe he had in the early years.

At that time, he was very "young," and it was easy for him to like and dislike.

But now, for him, the closest relationship was just trust.

He understood the consequences of losing his feelings better than Zu Qisheng.

Zu Qisheng had been hollowed out in an instant, while he had given up bit by bit.

He had to give it up, he had to.

Otherwise, how could he have endured the three thousand five hundred and forty-eight unsolvable deaths?

Chu Zu had been dying all along.

Every time he woke up, it was like a new dream.

The most direct experience of death was actually pain.

Then came fear.

Then came bewilderment.

Finally, there was emptiness and loneliness.

He was in a daze in his dream.

When he was clear-headed, the things that should have been abandoned had been thrown away pretty much.

In his three thousand five hundred and forty-eight lives, more than half had been used for self-rescue.

It wasn't enough to stay away from danger.

He had to leave his familiar environment.

If he had family, he had to leave his family.

If he had friends, he had to stay away from his friends.

He had to become a new Chu Zu and change all the variables that could be changed.

He had to have a new life.

Could he survive this way?

Still no.

Chu Zu just wanted to stay alive.

The timeline of the "correction system" was non-linear.

He was jumping between points.

As long as there was a chance, he could go back.

Back to that book Chu Zu was still not sure if he was, as he had guessed, an original draft character that the author had not deleted but this was the biggest possibility so far.

The authority that came with a promotion was also close at hand.

“To collect novels with problems in advance, contact the authors, and see if they need corresponding services.”

Chu Zu had the conditions to go back.

If the him of the past couldn't save himself, then what about the him of the present?

Then what about him of the future?

Chu Zu just wanted "himself" to stay alive.

He didn't want to give up so many things.

He wanted to be able to like, to be able to hate, to be like a normal person, not to suddenly face death, and not to be held hostage by fear and eroded by loneliness in the repeated cycle of death.

Azul could wait for fifty billion years and finally wait for the little pirate.

He didn't have a little pirate, nor would the author give him a little pirate.

But he could be his own little pirate, and dig that person out of the grave and show him the stars in the sky just as everyone in Silent Peach and Plum had tried to do.

Before that, Chu Zu had to leave a way out for the little yellow chicken.

Chu Zu wanted to take good care of Sidney, to give him all the good things in the world.

If the good things were the whole world, then he would change the whole world.

It was the same now.

When a host was dismissed and dealt with for violating the rules, the system's whereabouts were unknown.

The little yellow chicken had said the speculations of the little chickens on the forum.

The code was dismantled, embedded in a prop, or deleted.

Chu Zu did not accept these results.

Actually, what Zu Qisheng was doing now was no different from what Chu Zu was doing.

They were both people who had given up on close relationships.

It was just that Zu Qisheng still couldn't figure out why he had still done so many incredible things without any feelings.

Chu Zu understood.

Dickens had said that emotion is what all people depend on each other for.

Balzac had said that emotion is imprinted on all things and travels through space.

It seemed to be very important.

Without it, you couldn’t be a person.

Chekhov had given the answer.

Where there is love, there is a trust that disregards everything.

Without the former, there is still the latter.

The two can actually not be a cause and effect.

Then there is no need to use an abstract concept to describe it.

There is something that exists between them, and it is enough to just know this.

The little yellow chicken was still trying to dissuade him.

It knew what the host wanted to do.

It was nothing more than, before violating the rules, using a violation to find a way out for it the host seemed to be really going to do something big.

But the little yellow chicken also knew that it was very difficult to change the host's decision, so its voice was a little shaky.

“You can still try another way to test.”

“The sea of consciousness is synchronized with this room, and you’re using a prop from the mall. I can’t guarantee that your consciousness won’t have a problem because of this. Little Zu has a hospital, and he can definitely be cured, but you…”

It was about to cry, “Please don’t get hurt. I don’t want you to get hurt…”

Of course, Chu Zu also knew the real risk.

It wasn’t in little Zu, but in himself.

The hospital on Financial Street could only save Zu Qian, not Chu Zu.

Apart from betting on whether the bullet could be successfully handed over to Guanfu for safekeeping, he also had to bet on whether he would be injured, and whether he could hold on after being injured.

He said in a slow voice: “It has to be a serious injury, a serious injury that the world’s original logic can’t directly ignore. This way, it won’t be perfunctory. The bullet called ‘lucky’ must be recognized by the world, that is the trump card I’m leaving for you.”

“The content of the administrator’s space will not be written into the main text. No one will know who fired this shot, just as no one knows who killed Shen Yu. The plot can be debated.”

Chu Zu persuaded, “Or you can think about it from another perspective. Only if little Zu is seriously injured will big Zu not care about his Third Economic Law—little Zu thinks so. This is the only way he can think of.”

The little yellow chicken still repeated its previous point of view: “Because little Zu will definitely not be in trouble, he will think so…”

Chu Zu's gun was held more steadily: “I’m actually not as smart as you think. Be good. Time is tight. This is the only way I can think of.”

The little yellow chicken stood behind him anxiously, moving its little feet bit by bit, to ensure that it could use all its strength to pull the host back at any time, but would not completely leave this space.

Chu Zu couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't say any more nice things.

The little yellow chicken didn't actually need encouragement now.

It used to be very self-abased, always finding fault with itself, afraid of being abandoned by the host.

But now it could easily praise itself for being polite and capable.

Mainly capable.

For everything he wanted to achieve, Chu Zu pulled the trigger on himself.

Chu Zu vaguely saw the sunlight.

He wasn't sure if it was dawn on Financial Street.

But the sun was indeed very warm.

The color of his eyes also rarely showed a color that could be called "temperature."

It was still very red, as bright as the bloody flower that was overflowing from his chest.

Chu Zu thought he actually wanted to keep his promise.

That child had disregarded everything for him, so he should have done what he had promised.

This could be a transaction, or something else.

For a person who had given up on feelings, there was no need to distinguish too clearly.

It was also possible that Chu Zu hadn't made this kind of promise, and Sidney didn't remember it either.

It didn't matter, it was fine.

“Lucky” pierced through his chest and was stuck between his ribs.

That was the home Chu Zu gave Sidney.

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