Survival game: My plug-ins can be superimposed

Chapter 44 They are all dead

The color of this pink-purple hair is too bright, and the roots of the hair don't show their original hair color. It doesn't look like it was dyed before getting in the car.

As an old gamer, I have been on the Endless Train for at least a month. If I dyed my hair before getting on the train, the roots of my hair should show their original color.

But if it was dyed after getting on the train...Does Endless Train even sell hair dye?

This inevitably aroused a little interest in Zhao Xun.

"You can see this," Xiao Zi excitedly stroked his bangs, "I dyed it myself with dragon fruit, doesn't it look good?"

Zhao Xun: "..."

No wonder the colors are so bright.

He didn't see dragon fruit being sold in either carts or ordinary restaurants. Apparently, it was only sold in high-end restaurants.

The price of this dragon fruit is probably worth a meal in an ordinary restaurant.

Although most players can afford this price, there are definitely very few people who are willing to use it to dye their hair.

It seems that the whistle points are very impressive.

"It's pretty good-looking." Zhao Xun complimented him very much.

The whistle was very satisfied, and he looked at Tiantian proudly: "Look, I just said that the color I dyed is very good."

Tiantian curled her lips and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, as long as you think it looks good."

She was too lazy to continue the topic about Shaozi's hair color, and turned to look at Zhao Xun: "You can order whatever you want to eat. Shaozi and I have already ordered our own lunches."

"I won't order it." Zhao Xun said, taking out a bottle of mineral water and a bag of biscuits that had been prepared long ago.

Tiantian looked in disbelief: "You can't afford a five-point meal of chicken leg rice or pork chop rice, right?"

"I want to save some money." Zhao Xun said calmly.

"Okay. Whatever you want." Tiantian waved her hand.

"Back to business." She looked at Shaozi again and introduced to Zhao Xun: "Shaozi is the only information dealer on the train. He once lived in the No. 3 carriage for ten days and currently lives in the No. 4 carriage."

Zhao Xun remembered that Tiantian had said before that only the first fifty passengers could stay in the first three carriages of the train.

Sure enough, this whistle has some strength.

The whistle chuckled: "Even though I only stayed in Car No. 3 for ten days, most of the players in the first three cars have some information in my hands."

"No wonder you can be an information dealer." Zhao Xun nodded clearly.

If he guessed correctly, the special ability of the whistle should have played a big role in it.

Although he didn't know what kind of special ability it was, the information that could be collected by human power alone was very limited.

It's different if there are related special abilities.

Zhao Xun thought so and subconsciously looked at the whistle's shoulders and collar.

Unfortunately, I didn’t see the hair.

It's not that easy to get other things on the whistle.

The whistle didn't pay much attention to Zhao Xun's appraisal.

Everyone who knows that he is an intelligence dealer for the first time will pay special attention to him.

After all, existences like him are rare and important, but they are a hot commodity.

Even the players in the first three carriages were mostly polite to him. After all, everyone may need to find out information sometimes.

"Tiantian said you are looking for someone," Whistle said proactively, "Show me the photo."

Zhao Xun took out his mobile phone, but did not open the photo album immediately. Instead, he asked the whistle: "What payment do you want?"

He is not stupid enough to think that because he owes Tiantian a favor, he does not need to pay the whistle anymore.

He owes Tiantian a favor, and what he owes is a "recommendation" favor.

Without Tiantian's introduction, it would be difficult for him to establish a relationship with the whistle in a short period of time.

If you want to get useful information from the whistle, you must pay the whistle.

"I have to look at the photo to be sure." Whistle shrugged, "If I already have the person's information, the price will be cheaper. If I haven't seen the person before, it will take a lot of effort to help you confirm the other person's information. Kung Fu, then the price is high.”

Zhao Xun didn't say anything else. He opened the photo album on his phone and handed the photos to the whistle.

The whistle looked at it for a while, then said with some uncertainty: "I have never seen the man in the photo, but I seem to have some impression of the woman in the photo. It seems that I have seen it somewhere."

Zhao Xun's eyes moved slightly: "Where have you seen it?"

Shaozi frowned and recalled for a while, then said: "I think what I saw must not be a real person, otherwise the impression would not be so vague...it might be a portrait."

Zhao Xun pursed his lips and asked another question: "Have you met all the old players currently on the Endless Train?"

"Although not all old players have seen it, I have some information about the appearance of even the most mysterious person." Shaozi already understood what Zhao Xun meant at this time, and he took the initiative to say, "The two people in the photo , are not on the endless train.”

"So, they are all dead." Zhao Xun lowered his eyes and looked at the photos on his phone, his voice slightly lowered.

In the photo, the woman lies on the man's shoulder with a gentle smile, while the man looks down at the woman with gentle eyes.

The background is a large sea of ​​flowers, and the petals lifted by the breeze are frozen in mid-air.

The whole picture is warm and beautiful. Anyone who sees it will know that this is a very loving couple.

"Yes." The whistle said firmly, "I can tell you with certainty that they are dead."

Zhao Xun nodded silently and did not speak again.

There was no obvious change in expression on his face, and his eyes were blocked by lowered eyelids, making it difficult to see the expression inside.

But his aura was calm, and he seemed to have no mood swings, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

It was quiet for a while. The sweet Yangzhou fried rice and the pork liver noodles ordered by Shaozi were served, and the stagnant air seemed to flow again.

Zhao Xun opened the mineral water and took a sip.

Tiantian took two mouthfuls of rice and then said to Zhao Xun: "You don't look like you insist on seeing them. You just want to know whether they are dead or alive."

She looked at Zhao Xun and asked, "Does it mean anything special to you whether they are alive or not?"

Before Zhao Xun could say anything, Shaozi laughed first: "Tiantian, what you said is that they are his parents, and they are close relatives, so they have special meaning in themselves."

Tiantian ignored the whistle and just looked at Zhao Xun.

Shaozi didn't understand, but Tiantian and Zhao Xun knew each other very well what Tiantian's "special meaning" meant.

That does not refer to conventional emotional bonds such as family ties or blood ties, but to other, more special meanings.

But Zhao Xun had no intention of confessing. He just said "hmm" and said no more.

Tiantian didn't ask further questions, just shrugged: "Then you are not as comfortable as me. My parents don't have any special meaning in my heart."

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