Chapter 168: 0 O'clock, Midnight Ghost

Influence.

An important value throughout the game of Destiny.

Link previously gained 1 influence by changing the gang to his own name.

This time, I was interviewed by the Colosseum column group of Shadu TV and gained 1 influence point again.

Influence refers to the ability and popularity to intervene in NPCs or plots in the entire game world.

With high influence, you can not only get some special treatment, discounts, but also affect the plot direction through interaction.

Link remembered that in a previous life, Rejoice, who was chasing the wind, used his high influence to stop a war between different civilizations on a planet. This deed blew up the entire game forum at the time, and also made ordinary players realize the role of "influence".

Even some tasks of major forces require influence to trigger.

Link had 1 point of influence before, and was well-known in the slums of Sandu.

Tonight on the Shadu TV show, presumably the influence will be raised to a new level.

Moros leaned against the window of the VIP room with great interest, watching Link being interviewed on the big screen.

Kohler stood on the side in a regular manner, but doubts appeared between his eyebrows.

Rarely do bosses stay in the Colosseum for so long.

Even the VIP invited to the speed race last week, who finally gave the unicorn of the Crusaders an award, left in a hurry after the award was over.

But today, the boss unexpectedly stayed in the Colosseum until midnight, which was unprecedented before.

"Boss, it's getting late, we should go back." Kohler said with his head lowered.

With a wine glass in his hand, Moros stood there watching the crowded Colosseum, and refused to leave for a long time.

"No hurry, I'll wait for a good show."

"A good show?" Kohler was puzzled. The live game has already been played, and there is still a good show.

"Could it be... Boss, you mean..." Kohler followed the boss's eyes and found that he was watching Link who was interviewing on the big screen.

Thinking of the boss's interest in Link before, Kohler was puzzled.

Is this good show referring to Link?

Moros glanced at his watch, turned back slightly, and commanded: "Khloe, let Taichi investigate the Link Gang. I have a hunch that the Colosseum is not the main stage for this good show."

Kohler bowed slightly, walked out of the VIP room after taking orders, and made a phone call.

There was a sound of an elegant symphony on the other side of the phone, and in the background music, a voice sounded leisurely: "What's the order?"

"The boss wants you to investigate the Link Gang."

"What kind of investigation method?" Taichi on the other end of the phone fiddled with the lighter in his hand, answering the phone while listening to the symphony on the stage.

"The boss said he was waiting for a good show."

Taiyi's mouth curled slightly, and then his hand fiddling with the lighter suddenly stopped: "Okay, I see."

Hanging up the phone, Tai suddenly raised his hand and stood up from the audience.

Only then did I realize that there was only one audience member in the huge concert hall, and the rest of the seats were all empty.

The conductor on the stage saw Taiyi's movements, and hurriedly made a gesture of closing, and the symphony came to an abrupt end.

Everyone, including the conductor, stood up, their faces filled with tension and embarrassment, as if waiting for God's judgment.

"When my phone rang, the young man playing the piano lost his mind for a moment and played a syllable wrong..."

Taichi said this, the piano player's face was pale, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You've tainted this tune."

Taichi turned around and left the concert hall.

And behind him, only the pianist shouted hoarsely: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

As for the symphony orchestra that played together just now, they all bowed their heads and remained silent, and no one dared to ask for mercy.

Taiyi had just walked out of the concert hall when several gunshots were heard in the hall, and the deafening sound gushed out through the door of the concert hall and landed on Taiyi's back.

Taichi shuddered violently, then took a deep breath, stood there and closed his eyes to enjoy the thrill of the trembling.

...

Link's gang.

The macaw looked at the clock in the lounge area, the time had come to 11:45, and it was the time Link gave it.

"Xiaobao, are you all right? It's time for us to go!" Macaw's voice was like a trumpet.

The treasure hunter quickly ran out of the office with a tin box in its mouth.

When the macaw saw the tin box, it stretched out its wings and patted its head: "I almost forgot about it."

The Treasure Rat climbed onto the macaw, and the macaw stretched out its claws and held the tin box.

"Let's go—!"

The macaw took a sharp breath, put away the belly fat that was slightly sagging because the food was too good, kicked the ground with both feet, and fluttered both wings.

The ash in the yard was lifted up a lot, but the macaw had only just lifted its feet off the ground, only ten centimeters in the air, and it looked like it was dying.

The sand sculptures and white-knife sea eagles in the waste paper bird's nest on the side cover their eyes with their wings, ashamed to be in the company of this kind of parrot.

The hellhound on the side wagged his tail, he couldn't stand it any longer, and with a bark, he ran towards the macaw.

The macaw thought of the fear of being rubbed into a ball by the hellhound, and the wings flapped more forcefully, and the figure rose rapidly.

"Fuck you hellhound, you're a fucking real dog. In hundreds of episodes of TV shows, a dog like you can't live for one episode!"

"You have one page of your household registration!"

"I really want to turn your head off and stir it in the washing machine!"

The macaw flew out of the Link Gang swearing, and the liver was still thumping violently.

Thinking that his embarrassment just now was seen by the treasure hunter, the macaw quickly explained: "I usually get up as soon as I fly, I mainly warm up today, and only the hellhound thinks that I really can't fly. stand up."

"Xiaobao, you must know me, right?"

Seeing that the treasure hunter didn't answer, the macaw hurriedly found himself a downhill: "Little treasure, tell me where to fly, I don't recognize the way."

The Treasure Rat was lying on the forehead of the macaw, and looking around, there were few lights in the entire slum except the riverside area, as if it was covered with a black cloth.

The Treasure Rat sniffed, rummaged through his memory, and then pointed to the west side.

Ten minutes later, the Treasure Rat squeaked nonstop.

The macaw glides down and stretches out a paw when it is about to land, but unexpectedly, a staggered body is completely rolled up, and a drag mark three or four meters long is rubbed on the ground.

"Fuck, next time I will never agree to such an unreasonable request of Link. It's definitely not a parrot to land on one foot. If it wasn't for this broken iron box, I wouldn't have fallen so embarrassed!"

Treasure-hunting mouse jumped the plane early, and now stood by and watched the macaw show.

The macaw got up from the ground, shook the dirt on his body, and cleared his throat with a grunt.

"Little Treasure, help me see the green water ghost hanging around my neck, is it 12 o'clock?"