White...blue...purple...orange...

These relatively specific colors made Qing Gong's mouth twitch slightly, and he remembered some bad memories in his previous life.

In his previous life, he often played a card game, and the rarity of cards in it was sorted by this color.

Qing Gong is not bad at brainpower. He actually likes that type, but the only thing he is more frustrated is that his hand is particularly black in drawing cards.

The decks that the game matches cannot be obtained by squeezing stones. They often need to be drawn through card bags, which is also the most troublesome thing in the Qing Palace's previous life. Often, a card bag opens a set of blue sky and white clouds. The only blue rare one is a card bag that must be given away. Otherwise, with the degree of darkness of the Qing Palace's card draw, five ordinary ones will appear.

Now that I have traveled to this world, Qing Palace suddenly heard this familiar level division again, and couldn't help feeling a faint pain in his liver, and at the same time, a roaring sound came back to my mind again.

"You will be without oranges for the rest of your life!"

"There will be no orange for the rest of my life!"

"No orange in a lifetime!"

“No orange…”

"Meow!" A puzzled cat sounded from the top of Qing Palace's head. Charlotte rubbed his eyes and looked at his master strangely.

Why does a handsome and handsome male owner kneel on the ground in a frustrated and bent body?

"Cough." Qing Gong tried hard to dispel the sound in his mind, shook his head hard, calmed down again, took a sip of coffee, and began to try to analyze this situation.

Hearthstone is not necessarily invented by the eric and ben    brode of this world?

After putting away the coffee cup, Qinggong began to listen carefully to the conversations of the people.

Those people seemed to be just junior high school students, and it was not difficult to eavesdrop on their conversations, and it was as the Qing Palace's ability went further. After a while, he understood what they were talking about.

"Indian poker?" Qing Gong murmured with a strange look on his face, "Put that thing over your head, you can have different dreams?"

When Qing Gong heard this news, his first reaction was that this was probably a strange urban legend. However, when he subconsciously clicked on the urban legend website and searched, he was shocked to find that there were no legends related to Indian poker on the website!

"What the hell..." The Qing Palace suddenly became interested.

A thing that obviously sounds suspicious was not found on the website of urban legends, but it was circulated everywhere, which made Yu Qinggong feel a little curious. Driven by this curiosity, he chose to continue searching.

Sure enough, on the normal Internet, the Qing Palace found this kind of explanation for "Indian poker".

"Is this thing actually made by a human?" Looking at the information on the phone, Qinggong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with interest, "And it seems that he can do it himself? Later... there are still some private sales?"

"This kind of unconventional thing should not be sold in stores..." Qing Gong looked at the various information and production methods on the Internet and couldn't help but curl his lips.

According to the information on the Internet, this kind of thing called "Indian Poker" is a special card that can "see" other people's dreams. The card itself is relatively special and seems to be made of special materials. However, machines that make cards into "Indian Poker" are very common. They only need to use devices similar to the power operation to match some simple parts and shells. It is not complicated.

The 'People who gives dreams' should wear that device before going to bed, and the dreams he has during sleep will be recorded and stored in the card. If someone puts the made card on or near his head before going to bed, he can dream of the same dream as the 'People who gives dreams'.

This may sound incredible, but the Qing Palace did not feel too surprised because there are too many strange things for the school city, and a considerable number of them are difficult to distinguish between true and false. In the eyes of the Qing Palace, the authenticity of this thing does not seem to be too high.

Just as the Qing Palace was trying to search for this matter further, the Qing Palace's cell phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the caller showing "Yunchuan Qinya", Qinggong raised his eyebrows slightly and answered the phone.

"Why, I don't use the Internet this time, but call me?"

"It's probably because I'm afraid of being misunderstood as a madman who talks to myself." On the other end of the phone, Yunchuan Qina's tone was quite humorous, and Qinggong could probably hear it from her tone, which was not a big problem.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" Qing Gong picked up Charlotte from the top of his head, put Charlotte on his legs, scratched Charlotte's round chin, and clamped his phone with his shoulders.

"Kihara Huan is alive and dead."

Upon hearing this news, Qing Gong subconsciously shook.

"real?"

"It's been five days since I died." Yunchuan Qinya's voice was indifferent. "In the hospital in the Second School District, he died silently, and his ward was blocked as a forbidden area. If a nurse hadn't accidentally passed by and smelled the smell inside today, no one would have known it. In five days, the body would have smelled."

When Qinggong heard this sound for a moment, he was silent for a moment, and a strange feeling of worry about gains and losses suddenly arose in his heart, as if he had suddenly relaxed, and it seemed that he was a little uncomfortable because he had put down too many things.

"Who did the hand?" After a while, Qinggong pondered for a moment and asked.

"Who knows?" Yunchuan Qinya chuckled, "I was stabbed by someone and the knife was no more than three centimeters. Who probably guessed it."

"Sure enough." The figure of the boy who was exactly the same as himself flashed by in Qinggong's mind, and then sighed slightly, "Although I did make a desperate move at that time, from the fact that the "exterior brain" that the policeman saw at that time had not yet failed, I knew that Kihara would not die yet, but I didn't expect..."

"He's still dead."

"Isn't this just right?" As if feeling the faint sadness in Qinggong's heart, Yunchuan Qinya comforted, "Isn't this great if your grudges and him end your bond with you and him?"

"It's very good, but...oh, forget it." Qing Gong took a deep breath, as if he was blowing away all the unhappiness and haze in his heart, "I just feel a little emotional."

"Yes." Yunchuan Qina chuckled, "After feeling, I'll resume work."

"That's right... by the way, bring me a pair of Indian poker when I come to the base again."

“…????”

After putting down the phone, Qinggong stared at the sky in a daze. After a long time, he let out a gentle breath. The previous look of melancholy disappeared completely, and a sincere smile that had not been seen for a long time slowly appeared on his face.

"Dad, have you seen it..." Qing Gong spoke softly, pondering the wooden fish sculpture on his neck. It was one of the few memorials left by Dad, "I survived."

"If you were still there, you should be proud now." Looking at the sky, Qinggong smiled faintly, "No, I should say I am even more proud."

"After all, your other son is as good as you!"

At this moment, the Qing Palace's cell phone rang again. The Qing Palace picked it up casually, but didn't even see the caller, and directly picked it up. The next moment, the Qing Palace immediately laughed.

"Moshimosi, my eldest lady?"

The title is fake...
Chapter completed!