I'm picking up rags in the survival game

Bei Xi lowered his eyebrows, curled the fingers holding the wine bottle slightly, his eyes were calm, and his questioning voice was as cold as ice.

Yun Tuan Fu's forehead, the two options of "being rich without kindness" or "being successful and benefiting the world" both involve a world she has never touched.

The argument between the two rich men has nothing to do with her.

However, Beixi remained silent, as if the "yes" just now was just an insignificant modal particle.

"When material needs are met, people begin to pay attention to their external image. They use money to build themselves into a gentle, polite, approachable, and philanthropist who cares about the world."

Yuan Yue chuckled lightly, with a gray death air in his eyes.

"You found that you couldn't change this fact, so you joined them instead?" Yun Tuan waved the special seal on his wrist towards Yuanyue.

Yuanyue caught a glimpse of the fluorescent bird, frowned slightly, and looked around the clouds with doubtful eyes.

"It's been a long time since the police dared to appear in front of me so carelessly."

Yun Tuan shook his head, "We are not informants."

Yuan Yue frowned even more tightly, "Then what are you doing here? Just consuming?"

"She said from the beginning that she is your fan." Bei Xi chatted and put the wine at her feet.

Yuan Yue glanced at Yun Tuan again, but felt that the other person's eyes were too calm. If this was really a fan, he would be the kind of crazy bastard who would put a knife on his neck and force him to write music.

"Do you want a signature?"

Yuan Yue took out a new pen and paper from the secret compartment of the coffee table, flipped through it a few times, found a printed page, signed his name and handed it to Yun Tuan.

Yun Tuan took it and thanked him, "Rather than signing autographs, like everyone else, I am also looking forward to your new music."

Yuan Yue's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the girl's twinkling eyes, he felt that his prediction was right.

This crazy fan brought his own thugs, originally planning to force him to compose music!

In the process, she unexpectedly became Lao Xu's target.

Yuan Yue swallowed instinctively, and his voice became stiff: "What if I can't write it?"

Yun Tuan pondered, and touched the broken hair on his forehead lightly with his fingertips, "Well, how can you write it?"

Yuan Yue was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly calmed down - okay, okay, madmen can also communicate.

"I, I need a little stimulation."

Yuan Yue closed his collar to protect his neck exposed to the night wind.

"For example?"

Yun Tuan tapped the table with his fingertips. There was a layer of dust on the small table, which was square. A small square was dug out of a large square. This was the trace left by the chessboard.

With such a thick layer of dust, the chessboard must have been here for a while.

Why did Yuyue overturn the chessboard tonight?

Could it be that it was an agreement with some gang, using the chessboard overturning as a signal? Once there is this sound, the people under his command will act according to the previous deployment?

"For example, crushing a person's spine or performing frontal lobe removal without anesthesia."

Yuan Yue gave two examples casually.

Yun Tuan was stunned, his spine was shattered, and even if he survived, he would still be paralyzed. Yun Yue was not a professional doctor, and directly performing frontal lobe removal surgery on people was tantamount to killing people.

However, this surgery was originally prohibited.

If the frontal lobe is removed, the brain will lose a considerable part of its functions, and the person will completely become a silent zombie, unable to express or even control excretion.

"Mr. Yuan, your hobby is killing people?"

"No, I will make sure they live."

"Hmm..." From the corner of the cloud, he caught a glimpse of a dove-blood red figure holding a bottle of champagne and quickly approaching, and then a fire extinguisher was thrown over!

Boom!

The man in the shirt fell to the ground.

"Come on, Mr. Yuan, you now have an experimental subject."