Chapter 134: Viktor ? Mill Sugar.

A cold evening breeze blew in from the distance, sending the doll-faced youth's hair flying through the air. Bai Ruoyao looked frank and sincere, his hands in his pockets, the same impish smile on his lips. No one could tell that this man had just said he wanted to kill Tang Mo, who looked at him coldly, and Bai Ruoyao winked at him.

Fu Wensheng quickly pulls out his pistol and prepares to shoot the psychopath, while Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo simultaneously reach out to block the gun.

Fu Xiaodi looked at his elder brother and Tang Mo in confusion.

Tang Mo's expression was calm and unmistakable. Fu Wenduo, on the other hand, looked the crazy baby-faced youth up and down with a critical eye, as if he had thought of something, and curled his lips slightly. Tang Mo ignores Bai Ruoyao and turns around to enter the restaurant. He had just taken two steps in when Bai Ruoyao followed him.

Whoosh!

Two sharp crackles of wind jolt Bai Ruoyao backwards three steps.

A sharp black metal object was placed against his left chest, and a small pink parasol was placed against his right chest. If he hadn't run, these two objects would have pierced two holes in his chest. Bai Ruoyao raised his hands innocently: "Hey, you're all ganging up on people."

The two men put away their weapons and entered the restaurant.

Fu Wensheng was still a bit depressed, he didn't know why Brother Bai and Brother Tang didn't get rid of this bastard. This snakehead had just said he would kill Brother Tang when he had the chance, and he couldn't keep such a dangerous man around. But on second thought, he realised that Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo must have had their reasons for making such a choice, and the most likely scenario was that they really couldn't get rid of/kill the snake.

"Is this guy at ...... that strong?"

Bai Ruoyao was the last to enter the restaurant, and the smile on his lips widened as he heard Fu Wensheng's very depressed whisper.

This psycho is really strong.

Tang Mo has a deep appreciation for this.

Fu Xiaodi didn't have many encounters with him, so he didn't feel very much. Bai Ruoyao's strength is definitely not inferior to that of Lian Yu Zheng, and perhaps even stronger than Lian Yu Zheng based on his physical strength alone, not counting his supernatural powers. Unless Tang Mo could kill him with "A Very Fast Man" (provided Bai Ruoyao had no means to save his life), it would be impossible for Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo to kill him even if they combined their efforts. He could run away, run away for a while and then run back, and there was nothing anyone could do to him.

The worst thing in the world is not a strong opponent or a pig-like teammate, but a shameless psychopath who can't be shaken off like a cowlick.

Late at night, the three Tang Mo's sit down at a round table in the deepest part of the restaurant. Bai Ruoyao knew he was not welcome and did not come over to be disagreeable. He sits on the windowsill with his eyes closed, looking as if he is asleep. However, his body is tense and he reacts as soon as Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo make a move.

"Don't pay any attention to him. The more you pay attention to someone like him, the more he'll come on. It's better to find a chance and get rid of him." Tang Mo's voice was calm, his hand tapping on the table. They had more important things to think about than Bai Ruoyao: "The Transparent Man seems to be the player."

With Bai Ruoyao's information, half of the fog that had been holding the transparent man back gradually lifted.

Fu Wensheng: "Transparent people are not really transparent, but they appear and disappear all of a sudden. It's because we don't see them every time we're there, that's why we think they're transparent. They're not really transparent, they're players. Mu Huixue is a transparent person, and The black tower says that Mu Huixue is a player." At this point, Fu Xiaodi paused, "Brother, Brother Tang, you also think that Mu Huixue is the 'player Mu Hui' that The black tower is talking about, right?"

Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo nod their heads in unison.

The dim moonlight shines through the window, illuminating Tang Mo's half hazel face. "Ninety percent chance that Mu Hui is Mu Huixue. They're both players, and they'll be in the Transparent Man camp for now, I guess. For every 'meat pig player' they kill, the Transparent People get a ten-minute break, and Beijing has Transparent People. According to Bai Ruoyao, there are also transparent people in Tianjin. Mu Huixue is in China 3, which means Guangzhou also has transparent people. So ...... has them all over China, all over the world."

Fu Wensheng immediately understood: " Nanjing has transparent people too? As soon as the kid finished speaking, he retorted, "That's not possible! Nanjing has been very well protected by our Nanjing team, so if there was really such an incident where players were inexplicably killed, Team Xiao and Team Chai would not have known about it. Our Nanjing group doesn't have such information."

Fu Wenduo: "In Beijing and Shanghai, nothing like this has happened before."

Tang Mo and Fu Wensheng turned their heads together and looked at Fu Wenduo.

The dark-haired man tapped his fingers on the table, just as Tang Mo had done. He frowned in contemplation, and when he locked eyes with Tang Mo, they knew in an instant that the other man was guessing the same thing as he was.

This possibility, however, struck both men as too bizarre to be well received.

Fu Xiaodi's eyes flicked back and forth between Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo, wondering why his big brother and Brother Tang had started making eye contact again. What the hell were they talking about? Fu Wensheng held his tongue for a while and was about to ask an honest question when Tang Mo's tapping finger on the table stopped and said the answer: "There is only one possibility ...... that the players in the Transparent Man camp, before The black tower globally broadcast Mu Huixue name had never been on Earth before."

Fu Wensheng froze abruptly.

Not far away, Bai Ruoyao's eyelashes twitched and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"There are three kinds of players in this world - full players, preppers and stowaways. The black tower sang a song for her in which the stowaways died, the preppers were eaten, the regular players didn't try hard enough and The black tower disliked it very much. Apart from those three types of players, it's Mu Huixue, which is the Transparent Man camp."

Fu Wensheng also thought of an answer, but he still didn't quite believe it: "But apart from these three, there are no other ......"

"There." Tang Mo looked at the nervous-looking child.

At this moment, Fu Wenduo's low voice rang out, "On November 18, 2017 Beijing time 8:00 am, 400 million players entered the game." After a moment's pause, Fu Wenduo said lightly, "In addition to these 400 million people, there are more than six billion humans ...... who are the fourth camp."

The air freezes for a moment.

This answer is beyond absurd, but it is the only explanation that tells the truth.

Mu Huixue is not an official player, not a reserve, not a stowaway.

So who could she be?

She is one of those six billion people who disappeared from the face of the earth six months ago.

Among those six billion people are Fu Wensheng's parents and Tang Mo's best friend. There are more than 90% of the world's population, and there are many memories that have been forgotten by the survivors. Six months have passed and everyone thinks they are long dead. Fu Wensheng had long since accepted that none of his relatives were alive and that he was left with only one big brother, when someone told him, "Your parents are not dead, they are alive, in another world".

However, Fu Wensheng is not at all happy, his head is bowed. It had been a long time since he had cut his hair, and the long strands were blocking the child's expression.

Fu Wensheng got up from his chair, his voice muffled, "Brother, I'll go and fill the water."

Fu Wenduo looks at the children carefully and nods gently.

Fu Wensheng soon ran away.

Tang Mo sits at the round table, not knowing what to think.

Suddenly, an off-key song rang out. Tang Mo turned his head to look at the baby-faced young man sitting on the window sill, resting with his eyes closed. Bai Ruoyao's eyes were still closed, but his mouth was open and he was singing the same nursery rhyme that The black tower had sung for Mu Huixue.

"Three three stowaways, dead on the road.

Two two preppies, being eaten down the gullet.

One by one official player, attacking the tower without effort ......

Only you, only you.

The black tower like you ...... The black tower like you."

Bai Ruoyao's tune doesn't actually run out of tune, it's just that the nursery rhyme is sung quite well in The black tower's childish voice, which, when sung in his voice, is dark and full of treachery.

No one paid any attention to his singing voice, which rang out over and over again in the darkened dining room.

Fu Wensheng, who had disappeared for the night, emerged from the restaurant kitchen just as Chaoyang crossed the horizon, spilling sunlight onto the earth. The boy's face is white, and when he returns to the dining room he slumps down on the table, not wanting to talk. He stayed that way for a few minutes, but he couldn't resist looking at his big brother: "Brother, will my dad and mum ...... be alive?"

"Will."

Fu Wenduo's voice was calm and undulating, as if he were speaking a fact. He said only one word, very coldly. But Fu Wensheng's eyes slowly lit up. He had always believed in his big brother, Fu Wenduo, and he was never wrong about anything. He must still be alive, he must still be alive!

Tang Mo shook his head helplessly as the children regained their spirits. Tang Mo's mind was also a little hesitant when he guessed the possibility of a fourth player. He had thought his best friend had been dead for six months, and now he was suddenly told that he might still be alive. However, it was clear that the competition between the transparent players was even more brutal, and the chances of his friend being alive were less than one in 10,000.

"Six months ago, would it have been better to have died in that Earth online."

This is what Fu Wensheng struggles with, and this is what Tang Mo struggles with.

Fu Wensheng feels that his parents may have died long ago. Even if they hadn't disappeared because of The black tower, they could have been killed as meat pigs and died while playing The black tower game. The black tower game for Transparent players is anyone's guess, but the brutal time charts are proof that it is a much scarier world than Earth players.

Encouraged by Tang Mo and his elder brother, the child stopped thinking too much. He wished his parents were alive, but he wished more than anything that they had not suffered so much.

It was dawn and the three planned to move off.

But there is something that needs to be done.

Tang Mo glanced warily at the baby-faced youth sitting on the windowsill. Bai Ruoyao was still sitting there with his eyes closed, but who knew that he was not sleeping at all. Tang Mo's eyes twitched and he leaned over to Fu Wensheng's ear and whispered something. The boy blushed and squirmed, " Brother Tang ......"

Tang Mo nodded towards him.

Fu Wensheng: "......"

The child walked past in depression.

Fu Xiaodi was thinking about how to talk to this psychopath when Bai Ruoyao's giggly voice started to ring out before he could say anything: "Fu Wensheng? I can't believe you're using your real name." Bai Ruoyao opened his eyes and looked at the child who had come up to him, and then at Tang Mo who was not far away. He was very aggrieved: "Tangtang, I trusted you so much, but you two knew each other in the corridor.

Tang Mo looked the same: "We didn't know each other at the time."

Bai Ruoyao doesn't believe me: "Wow Tangtang, you're lying to me again. You don't know this Little brother brother, he's Fu Wensheng. Isn't that your teammate Fu Wenduo, his brother, next to you? Don't tell me it's all a coincidence that the lovely Little brother and the stowaway gentleman are not brothers?"

Tang Mo raised an eyebrow, "Who told you his name was Fu Wenduo?"

Bai Ruoyao smiled cheekily, "Mr. A Fu Wenduo, Mr. B Tang Mo."

"His name is Viktor."

Fu Wenduo's eyes swept over Tang Mo's body when he heard these three words.

Bai Ruoyao smiled even wider and was about to say, "Even though I'm cute, you can't lie to me," when Fu Xiaodi couldn't resist and said stiffly, "You're hurt, aren't you?"

Bai Ruoyao's smile lurches as he looks down at his little friend without saying a word.

Fu Wensheng: "My brother saw it coming."

Bai Ruoyao stared warily at Fu Wenduo.

Fu Wensheng: "I can help you heal, my psychic ability is in this area. You told us important information, and my brother and Brother Tang said that this is a kind of compensation for you. Your wounds should be quite serious, so with your physical condition you haven't recovered by now. You may have props that can heal wounds, but you don't spare them, and that one would be a big use for such an injury."

Bai Ruoyao was intrigued: "Did your brother, or Tang Mo, tell you this too?"

"I guessed it myself."

Bai Ruoyao suddenly laughed.

Fu Wensheng: "You come with me, I'll help you with it."

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Fu Wensheng's body trembled, the child swallowed, his lips trembled like chaff, but his mouth said, "You won't kill me."

Bai Ruoyao did not deny it as he jumped off the ledge and followed Fu Xiaodi towards the kitchen. Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks and, without looking back, said loudly, "Tangtang, next time you want to send me away, just say so. Look at poor Little brother, he's so scared."

Tang Mo is not at all embarrassed by the revelation. He watched Bai Ruoyao enter the kitchen.

This man went in, and he could also take out the book of supernatural powers and see if he had gotten Ruan Wangshu's supernatural powers or not.

Yes, Tang Mo had gone to great lengths to get rid of Bai Ruoyao in order to look at his own book on psychic powers. His hand was in mid-air when Fu Wenduo saw this scene and calmly lifted his steps and walked out of the restaurant, leaving Tang Mo with space. Seeing Fu Wenduo's back, Tang Mo's fingers were already touching the spine of the book when he suddenly stopped moving.

In the silence of the morning, the sound of the wind rustling the leaves outside the window. The golden sun shines through the half-open door of the restaurant and shines on Fu Wenduo's hair. The black hair is dyed a golden colour and the man's back is straight and upright, he is tall and every step he takes is the same distance.

Tang Mo's lips twitched and somehow he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, " Viktor ."

Fu Wenduo's footsteps come to a sharp halt.

Time seems to have passed for ten seconds, and then it seems that ten years have passed.

In the golden sunlight, the handsome man slowly turned his head, his dark eyes gazing at the young man. The two men stared at each other in silence, and Tang Mo's heart slowly calmed under the silent but gentle gaze of the other.

After a long time, Fu Wenduo smiles and asks rhetorically, "Grind sugar?"

The world stood still for an instant.

Tang Mo's eyes widened as he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. Perhaps because he was so shocked, Tang Mo did not notice that Fu Wenduo was relieved to see such a reaction from him, and his taut waist slowly relaxed.

Too many words came together in this moment. A strange and astringent feeling rippled through her heart, a little sweet and a little astringent. The words were all stuck in his throat, and in the end, from the bottom of his heart, completely uncontrollable, Tang Mo laughed. This time, he asked, "Viktor?"

Fu Wenduo smiled too, and in the quiet little restaurant, a magnetic male voice, like the whisper of a lover, softly pronounced the name. As if he had already recited it countless times in private, his voice was so beautiful and low.

"Grind the sugar."

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The author has something to say.

Fu Xiaodi: Question! Sister-in-law! Without knowing that my brother is Viktor, have you ever been attracted to him or not!!! Please answer this question positively, sister-in-law, everyone wants to know!

Tangtang: ...... Shura Field question, refuse to answer!

Mr. Fu: Actually I want to know too ^_^