Chapter 210: Gou Dan Extra

A bustling seaside town.

It is a region with a strong tourist industry, with countless tourists coming and going every day and many cruise ships setting sail here.

Little Yellow Hair may look like a hobo, but he has another identity - he is actually a member of a mysterious organisation.

He is actually a member of a mysterious organisation.

They take commissions all over the world and help their clients with finds, investigations and even assassinations.

But ......

The organisation hasn't been open for months, and is still behind on staff wages.

So Little Yellow Hair is now picking up rubbish to try and make ends meet.

Little Yellow Hair is scouring the streets, and it's nice to be in a place with lots of tourists and lots of plastic bottles to pick up.

"Eh heh heh heh~" he gloats as he picks them up, looking like he will not only earn money for his meal today, but also get a good meal.

Suddenly, a white object appeared in his line of sight.

It was a plain-looking envelope.

The strange thing was that it had fallen on the floor next to a discarded mineral water bottle and a muddy footprint on the ground, but the envelope looked clean and untouched.

Little Yellow Hair couldn't resist walking over and reaching over to pick up the envelope.

"Dog ...... eggs ......" he said as he identified the words on the envelope trying to find its owner, but there was no address or recipient on the envelope other than those two words.

Little Yellow Hair turned the envelope over and over several times, but still got no information.

Was it a badly written envelope that had been thrown away?

He tried to open the envelope, but found something even more amazing -

The envelope was completely unopenable.

The envelope was even stronger than if it had been glued shut, as if it had been welded shut, and no matter how hard he tried he could not open it.

Undeterred, Little Yellow Hair tore the edge of the envelope.

I didn't expect the envelope to feel like paper, but it was stronger than plastic, so I couldn't tear it at all.

"Huh?" Little Yellow Hair scratched his head, feeling very strange, he could not help but put the envelope away, planning to go home and study it.

By the end of the night.

Little Yellow Hair went back to his shabby little rented house and took the envelope out of his pocket and began to study it.

He tried soaking the envelope in water and found that it didn't absorb any water and was dry; he tried writing on it and couldn't get a word on it.

Little Yellow Hair felt amazing: "What the hell is this thing?"

His eyes swept absently over the candle on the table, which he used for light due to the frequent power outages in his small ramshackle house.

Little Yellow Hair's eyes lit up and he lit the candle and brought the envelope up to it.

Sure enough, the envelope was also non-combustible.

Feeling playful, he kept bringing the envelope closer to the candle flame and moving it away again and again, playing with it with great pleasure.

[Stop].

Little Yellow Hair was startled by the sudden appearance of writing on the envelope.

His hand shook and the envelope smashed against the candle, crushing the flame.

There was silence in the room.

Little Yellow Hair stared at the envelope where the handwriting had suddenly appeared and panicked a little.

But after a few seconds of panic he felt curious again and couldn't help but reach out and poke at the envelope, "Hey, are you ...... your name Gou Dan?"

The handwriting on the envelope disappears without a new one appearing.

Little Yellow Hair poked again, "Eh, Gou Dan ......"

The envelope continued to ignore him.

After Little Yellow Hair had persistently poked it several times, the envelope seemed to have relented and a line appeared

[My name is not Gou Dan]

Little Yellow Hair was delighted: " Gou Dan, you can talk eh hey hey hey!"

He picked up the envelope, grinning like a child who has found a new toy.

"Gou Dan, do you know what 1+1 equals?"

"Gou Dan, do you think I'm handsome?"

" Gou Dan, why doesn't Sister Xiao, who I like, talk to me?"

......

The Juggernaut felt a little surprised.

He had actually been defeated by the disobedient and his associates, and banished to the game with the power swallowed up.

He wasn't originally anxious, he knew he wasn't going to die, so he could wait.

As long as he could be picked up by a player, he was sure he could succeed in getting the other player to trust him and take him all the way through the game.

That way, he could keep drawing strength from the game.

Even if the Paradox now leaves the power on the envelope to stop him from breaking the seal, there are always surprises in the world, aren't there?

For decades, centuries, or even millennia, wouldn't there be any unforeseen circumstances for the Paradox?

Whenever the Paradox falls into weakness, serious injury or slumber, it is a good time for him to come out again.

But the accident happened to him first.

The guy who picked up the envelope was undoubtedly an NPC, and it didn't even look like a minor boss, probably a passerby or guide NPC.

Not being a player means he can't get through, and not being able to get through means he'll have to stay the way he is.

It's bad enough that this guy is a chatterbox and suspected of being ADHD.

It's a disaster.

" Gou Dan Gou Dan Gou Dan, say something more!" Little Yellow Hair persisted.

[My name is not Gou Dan]

Gou Dan, oh no, it's the master who is annoying.

" Gou Dan you're talking again, great!"

[My name is not Gou Dan]

"Alas, Gou Dan ah, I haven't been paid for months, why can't our organization recruit agents?"

[I ......]

[Don't you have any points of your own?

In the playground that is the Endymion, players are assigned randomly.

There are many organisations in the playground and not every player is assigned to one of them, and those who are assigned to this shitty pheasant organisation are the unlucky ones.

Generally speaking, players who get to mix with the senior field are not too unlucky, so often a game opens up and no one is assigned to it.

This organisation is also a year-round escort organisation.

But Little Yellow Hair's focus was clearly off: "Eh Gou Dan! So you can say something else!"

[My name is not Gou Dan!

How could there be such an annoying person in the world!

"Dog-" Little Yellow Hair was about to say something else when a bullet swished past the tip of his nose and into the wall next to him.

Little Yellow Hair, who was at least a member of an operative group, realised something was wrong and ducked down inside - looking for cover.

Several more shots followed, all aimed at him.

Little Yellow Hair was confused: "Why are you doing this to me? We haven't been open for so long, it's not like the aftermarket is coming now, is it?"

But the situation was critical and he had to run.

Just then, he realised that the envelope had fallen to the ground in the action he had just taken and was still within firing range of his opponent.

Should he slip away or take Gou Dan with him?

Little Yellow Hair thought for less than a second before deciding to risk taking Gou Dan with him.

Although Gou Dan doesn't look like he's going to die, what if some research-obsessed organisation takes him away and he's liable to be subjected to all sorts of inhumane treatment.

At least Gou Dan is a thinking thing, and he can't just leave Gou Dan behind.

Having made his decision, Little Yellow Hair quickly reached out towards the envelope, grabbed it and quickly fled through the window.

But as a price, he took a bullet in his outstretched hand.

Blood trickled down his arm and trickled down to his fingertips.

The Juggernaut felt strange, why did this guy come to take himself away?

It was obvious that it was the right thing for him to leave first, and taking himself with him would not only not help him, it would increase the risk he faced.

Why would he make such a stupid choice?

Little Yellow Hair's blood dripped onto the envelope.

Naturally the envelope would not absorb it and in an instant the beads of blood fell to the ground, but the juggernaut felt the warmth carried in the blood.

It was a little hot.

Little Yellow Hair fled all the way, he knew the area well and disappeared into the night with seven turns.

Little Yellow Hair knelt down to treat the wound, the bullet could not be taken out for the time being, so he had to stop the bleeding.

"Hiss ......" Little Yellow Hair grimaced in pain, he envied the kind of agent who would treat a wound without changing his face, that was cool too, but he couldn't do it, it really hurt.

Little Yellow Hair is still confused: "Why are they after me?"

[Did you pick up something strange]

On the envelope, in a rare moment, the writing appeared again.

Little Yellow Hair scratched his head, "Nowhere ......"

Despite that statement, he reached into his trouser pocket.

There was a lot of stuff in there: little colourful adverts, discount coupons, vouchers, toilet paper in a ball, and...

Ghost painting.

The paper was stuck in a couple of adverts, which he hadn't even noticed when he was tucking them away.

Little Yellow Hair picked up the strange Zhang Qi paper, which was covered in unintelligible text.

His organisation was at least a secret service, and Little Yellow Hair realised that he must have accidentally taken away important information from the meeting.

The Juggernaut added another straw to his back.

[This is a list, they are coming to you for this, whether you have read it or not, to get rid of you to prevent accidents]

"Oh exclusion ......" Little Yellow Hair was cold inside.

At that moment, there was a rustle of footsteps around them, deep and steady, and they sounded well trained.

There sounded to be a lot of them, and they were approaching this way.

I could tell what they were up to with my butt.

Little Yellow Hair was suddenly nervous and had to run to get there.

But the area further on was no longer familiar to him, so where to run?

An arrow appeared on the envelope.

Little Yellow Hair says: " Gou Dan, are you showing me the way?"

No words appear on the envelope, I don't know if they don't want to answer, or if they don't want to acknowledge the name Gou Dan.

Little Yellow Hair followed the envelope's directions with a grit of his teeth.

Little Yellow Hair was able to follow the envelope's directions, and with the envelope's instructions, Little Yellow Hair was able to get away from his pursuers.

"Wow well, Gou Dan what kind of demon are you, how did you get so good." Little Yellow Hair exclaimed.

[My name is not Gou Dan]

[Not a demon either]

"And what are you?"

There was no reply.

"Eh, you tell me. ......"

Still no reply.

There was no going back to the rental house, so Little Yellow Hair quietly boarded a cargo ship and snuck back to his hometown.

Little Yellow Hair's hometown is a small fishing village, not many people, and it seems to be self-sufficient.

The day after, Little Yellow Hair was bubbling noodles.

[Don't use my envelope to cover the noodles]

"Gou Dan, I don't have anything around that fits, so hang in there."

[My name is not Gou Dan]

As he said this, Little Yellow Hair was still mixing something in his hand, "Cumin cola with lemon mustard tea, I must be a rising star in the beverage world!"

He took a confident sip: "Vomit ......"

After throwing up, Little Yellow Hair regretted, "Ugh ...... the rising star of the beverage world has fallen."

Despite this regret, Little Yellow Hair sat down on a lounger and sunbathed as he waited for his noodles, looking as relaxed as could be.

Once again, the Juggernaut was puzzled by this guy.

[Why are you smiling?

It was clear that he had only just been injured and looked like he had no money, not even for his next meal.

Little Yellow Hair says: "Life is just so short, why not live it happily every day?"

[Happy?

Little Yellow Hair: "Yeah, I'm happy with the sun, I'm happy with the food, I'm happy with the blue sky."

"Why don't you sunbathe too?" Little Yellow Hair moved the envelope off the bubbling surface and placed it on the edge of the table where it could get some sun, and he also picked up a small paper umbrella decorated with drinks to use as a sunshade for the envelope.

Little Yellow Hair asks, "Gou Dan, how are you feeling?"

[My name is not Gou Dan]

[Bored]

In spite of that, the juggernaut got his tan on.

Little Yellow Hair opened his bubble noodles, "What's your name anyway?"

[I don't have a name]

Little Yellow Hair laughed, "Isn't Gou Dan nice then?"

The juggernaut didn't bother arguing with him.

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