Chapter 290 Invitation and Response

Chlorpromazine's speech undoubtedly caused a small wave in this internal group chat that obviously belonged to the "Psychological Society".

'Fluoxetine' is also a particularly famous one among the crazy people in the "Psychological Society".

So, her suspected photo with a strange non-player beautiful girl will naturally attract everyone's attention.

But because of this...

This wave did not last too long.

Fluoxetine is likely to do anything, so... it is not surprising to take a photo with a girl on the road and post a selfie.

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At most, everyone is more or less emotional, it turns out that 'Fluoxetine' also has her own life.

Especially after Fluoxetine's response seemed a little vague, and it seemed that she was not very willing to expand on this matter, no one asked about it.

This matter quickly faded out of everyone's sight, and everyone just ignored it as a very ordinary thing.

Except...

Fluoxetine herself.

At the top of the cable tower of the Jiangcheng Cross-River Bridge, Fluoxetine, wearing a black sailor suit and plaid skirt, sat on the edge of the cable tower, which looked narrow from a distance but could actually accommodate two people walking side by side, and turned off the screen of her mobile phone.

She took a bite of the sandwich bought from the convenience store and looked at the flickering city in the distance.

From the screenshots sent by Chlorpromazine just now, Fluoxetine, as the "party", noticed something that other members of the "Psychological Society" did not notice.

The photo of the fake that did not exist in her memory was taken at the place where someone she killed a month ago worked.

Fluoxetine remembered it vividly - after all, she was a talented and potential S-level.

She was a diligent, gentle, kind and loving veterinary lady.

Although she looked like a strong girl, Fluoxetine could see the hypocrisy, cunning and viciousness of the other party.

These beautiful qualities were stigmatized by the mediocre and peaceful world, so that Miss Xia Yue had to hide those parts.

But Fluoxetine could see it.

She knew that she had great intuition... just like a sculptor can see the eagle and tiger hidden under the rough stone.

Fluoxetine can also see the strange soul hidden in the body of an ordinary person, which is enough to make the gods cheer.

It is such a waste for such a person to live a monotonous life in a lifeless society!

She should be seen by the gods!

Fluoxetine still remembered that when she chopped down the axe unexpectedly, the other party still pretended to be pitiful and looked at her with moist eyes in the last short moment of life.

But...

Fluoxetine clearly saw that she was trying to grab the animal surgical blade on the table beside her to kill herself!

If the organization sent a B-level or A-level executor...

No, if her attack was not so fatal.

I am afraid that they would all be hurt by her, right?

What a dazzling soul this is, Fluoxetine almost wanted to cry.

She felt that she was creating a great masterpiece!

But...

Unfortunately, there was no news from the other party afterwards.

This made Fluoxetine almost extremely disappointed.

It was such a pity, did she not want to live and did not enter the game?

Fluoxetine did not believe that such a cruel and vicious girl would not pass the novice copy.

That was absolutely impossible.

But no matter what, thinking back to that regrettable and sad genius girl, Fluoxetine only felt deep regret at this moment.

"It's terrible!"

She folded the sandwich packaging bag neatly and put it in the pocket of her plaid skirt, thinking about another question.

"So why did the other party choose to take a selfie here?"

The moment she saw the photo, Fluoxetine instantly understood why those players would misunderstand that they had spent the entire copy with her.

Because it was indeed the same face.

Among the players, there has not yet appeared a [prop] that can achieve this degree of "disguise".

Ordinary [non-exclusive props] definitely don't have this effect, and the rare [professional props] and [exclusive props], in the high-end player circle, basically know who has what function.

Fluoxetine has never heard of the existence of props with this function.

So...

This should be some kind of brand-new [prop].

It may even be...the ability of the 'only profession'.

So, Fluoxetine is very curious about what the person who possesses this ability wants to do by pretending to be himself.

This ability alone is enough to be called infinite potential, and the other party chose to pretend to be himself...so bold, so aggressive, it is a genius among geniuses.

It is for this reason that Fluoxetine chose to attend on behalf of the other party last time.

And, using [garden party tickets] as bait to send an invitation, hoping to lure the other party to show up.

And a week later...

The other party seems to have responded.

It is this photo.

The guy pretending to be himself seems to be telling himself in this way-"I am willing to go on a date."

It's just...

Fluoxetine hasn't figured out the time and place yet.

"The copywriting is about fulfilling a promise... Is it a puzzle?"

"Probably not. It seems like she just wants me to give her the ticket."

Fluoxetine swung her legs and looked at the river surface in thought.

She was really not good at solving puzzles.

"Well... should we go to the entrance of the pet store?"

"It doesn't seem right. She can't be there 24 hours a day."

Although Fluoxetine didn't think about the intention of the person hiding in the dark, she quickly made a decision.

She had a solution that was very Fluoxetine-style!

"Hey, I know!"

Fluoxetine made a decision. She stood up at the top of the cross-river bridge, and her dress and hair were tossed by the evening breeze.

She stood up, grabbed her hair and tied it into two buns behind her head, and then--

jumped off the bridge!

The next moment, in mid-air, blood-red petals fell.

Fluoxetine took out an exaggerated flamethrower-like weapon from her skirt.

"Aha--!"

She made a happy sound, and then a bright orange-red flame arc appeared on the river surface, throwing her into the sky again with the recoil.

Flying in the air in this strange way, Fluoxetine soon landed on the top of the high-rise building on the bank of the wide river that runs across the city.

Then, Fluoxetine stood on the top apron of the wide building, took out a bucket of fuel, hummed a brisk tune and began to pour it.

About ten minutes later, after completing his work, Fluoxetine ignited the crooked fuel, and the blue flame lit up, forming a burning English sentence.

"God has given you one face, and you make yourself another."