v2 Chapter 67： Apollo Training Camp (End) (2/2)
This also means that his journey is about to reach its end.
”Neil, I'm going around.” Zhang Heng said to Armstrong not far away.
”Receive, David, be careful yourself.”
”I'm glad to meet you, Neil.” This is the last sentence left by Zhang Heng. After this sentence, he jumped away with a rabbit towards the crater in the distance.
About a hundred meters away, Zhang Heng turned off the radio communication system on his body, leaving only his own breathing sound and the buzzing sound of the portable life support system in his ear.
The huge black sky was upside down on his head. At this moment, he was standing alone on an empty lava plain, as if standing in the palaces of the ancient gods, and his heart was exceptionally peaceful, Zhang Heng didn't know he should Going there, he just walked into the darkness in front of him ...
[The return deadline is reached, and the task completion is confirmed ...]
[A copy of the Apollo plan training camp, the fifth round of the game is over, and it is about to return to the real world ...]
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Zhang Heng opened his eyes. The time of this copy is not long. Even if the parallel copy is less than one year, the time flow rate is also very low. After a trip to the copy, a full six have passed in the real world. In the hours, the bars downstairs are probably closed.
Fortunately, there is no change in the lounge. There are no people at the beginning of the month. In addition, Zhang Heng should be the last person to end the game. In the lounge, only he and the bartender are left. The latter is here. Hiding behind the bar, boring through this Toriyama Akira's ”Dragon Ball” and seeing Zhang Heng make it from the sofa, the probe came over.
”It's been a long time.”
”Because it's far away.”
”How far can you go to the moon?” Miss Bartender told a cold joke ~~ almost. Zhang Heng put five game props on the bar counter this time.
”Good harvest, oh.” Miss Bartender put down the ”Dragon Ball” comic in her hand, and put these five things in the wooden box of the tule tree.
Zhang Heng nodded, picked up the tablet computer on the side, skillfully entered his player ID, and then clicked confirm to pay the 20-point appraisal fee.
”You didn't tell me that there would be other players in a single row.”
”I can't reveal too much information to you. In fact, I have told you almost everything I can tell you.” Miss bartender spread her hands. ”For the better, don't you get five more Red envelope. ”
”By the way, can you provide hosting services at the game site?” Zhang Heng hasn't tangled in this topic anymore. Things here are almost done, he can go home for Chinese New Year, Zhang Heng doesn't plan to bring Too many game props to go back, after all, when the New Year is crowded.
”Yes, if you deposit it, one item will earn 3 game points per day.”
”Huh?” Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, suspecting that he had heard wrong.
”Game points are the safest place to store. It is impossible to get game items stored here even if the people from the three guilds come together. It ’s a good deal to earn 3 points for this safe area, isn't it?”
”But if the three guilds caught the prop holder, they forced him to fetch the prop.” Zhang Heng was acutely aware of the loopholes.
Miss Bartender gave a haha, that meant obviously that we only had the safety of plumbing fixtures, and the lives of the prop holders had nothing to do with us.
”Forget it, I'll take it myself.” Zhang Hengdao wrote down the address of his grandfather on the post-it note, ”Please send me here.”