Qinglian Square, Xiyuan Road.

This is a street where old men and ladies in Shuangrong County enjoy the cool air. Generally speaking, when the weather is good, old men and ladies will play chess and card games here, or dance or something.

Because urban management basically does not come to manage, after a long period of evolution, some people will set up stalls here to sell goods, and some unscrupulous merchants will use some strange goods to deceive the elderly.

Although things won't sell too expensive, they are definitely far from their own value.

By the evening, many people had already closed their stalls.

Lin Qian'an walked out of the taxi and quickly walked into the street entrance.

Before this, I had already visited three streets with roadside stalls, and this was the fourth one.

Unfortunately, he didn't see the so-called meme.

Lin Qian'an's observation was very careful and fast. From time to time, he would pick up some items related to the description of gold fingers and special items in the novel.

Among them are rings, beads, martial arts secrets and weird crafts.

Lin Qian'an was very fast. In less than half an hour, he arrived at the end of the street. At this time, there were only two or three stalls left, and they all started to close the stalls.

Unfortunately, he still did not clearly find items related to the melons.

Lin Qian'an stepped towards the stalls that were closing the stalls.

Just at the right time, a system prompt suddenly appeared in front of you.

[Tip: An intestine appears near the host and has been marked.]

When Lin Qian'an saw the prompt, his eyes looked around naturally.

At the same time, he also saw the meme.

It was the goods that existed on a stall that was closing the stall.

It looks like a pitch-black and quaint metal ring, and it was emitting a faint red light in Lin Qian'an's eyes.

Perhaps the production process is not in place, or it may be because it has been too old and has already looked a bit of paint-off and faded.

It is in the corner of the stall itself and looks very inconspicuous.

But for this reason, Lin Qian'an feels that it is quite consistent with the characteristics of the intestine.

The owner of the stall was an old man who looked about sixty years old. He was not fast enough to pack things. He was cleaning up less than one-third of them at this time, so Lin Qian'an was not in a hurry to go up to buy the ring.

He retreated for a while without hesitation, and then found that the red light of the ring also disappeared.

Obviously, this detection range is limited.

Lin Qian'an stepped forward and slowly walked towards the stall.

When the ring in his eyes shone red again, he began to calculate the approximate distance.

Soon, he came to the front of the stall.

At about twelve steps, his pace averaged about seventy centimeters per step. Including the distance from the ring at this time, it is about one meter, so this distance is about ten meters.

I just don’t know whether the detection distance is fixed or can grow.

If you can grow, how will it be grown? Is it related to himself?

While thinking, Lin Qian'an also squatted down and picked up the things on the stall and looked at them.

Most of the things on this stall are ancient books from seventy or eighty years ago, all of which are novels and comics. The time of printing and publishing is relatively old, and it doesn't look like fakes.

Lin Qian'an carefully picked it up and looked through it, and a look of interest appeared on his face.

"How is it, handsome guy, do you want to buy a book to collect it?"

The stall owner couldn't help but ask when he saw Lin Qian'an's expression.

Lin Qian'an's face showed a little intention and asked, "What's the price?"

"The comics cost 30 yuan per book, and the novels cost 20 yuan per book." said the boss.

"It's expensive." Lin Qian'an shook his head and said.

"These are all out of print books, and the purchase price is not cheap. If you think it is expensive, I think it is expensive!" The boss shook his head and said.

"Or what if I buy two copies of twenty yuan per book?" Lin Qian'an asked.

Hearing this, the boss showed a hesitant expression, and then sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll close the stall immediately. I'll sell you two of them if you lose money. Handsome guy, pick it quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qian'an carefully flipped through several books, then picked out a popular martial arts comic and a martial arts novel from them, then took out his mobile phone and scanned the code and asked, "Is that forty?"

"Scan the code!" The boss showed a helpless expression and said, "That's forty, it's forty. I've been here for so long, how could I lie to you?"

Lin Qian'an nodded and started to enter the amount. While entering, he pretended to accidentally see the small items on the stall where the ring was placed, and asked, "Boss, how do you sell these small things?"

"Which one do you mean?" asked the boss.

"How much does that bracelet cost?" Lin Qian'an asked.

"Fifty."

"Where are glasses?"

"forty."

"Where is the ring?"

“This fifteen.”

Lin Qian'an nodded, picked up the ring and said, "Then add this! It looks quite fun."

After saying that, he scanned the code and paid 55 yuan, then picked up two books and the ring and turned around and left.

When Lin Qian'an turned around and left, he felt amused by his carelessness.

He was also afraid that he would ask if the ring would be slaughtered and he would not even buy this thing.

Now it seems that he is completely worried about reading too many novels.

The prices of those two books are much more expensive than the ring. Maybe he went up and said he wanted to buy the ring. It might not be possible to get the price of five yuan.

Putting the ring's income wallet into his arms, Lin Qian'an took a car and returned to the rental house.

Although he knew that the chance of coincidence was very low, he was really worried that the mutated computer in his room would be discovered for most of the day he went out.

This kind of worry about gains and losses is particularly prominent when Lin Qian'an now regards him as a life-saving straw.

Fortunately, this situation did not happen. Until Lin Qian'an returned to the rental house and opened the sheet, the computer was still quietly without any change.

Lin Qian'an suppressed his excitement, checked the doors and windows, closed them all, and sat in front of the computer chair and turned on the computer.

A meme appeared and the computer started successfully.

Then, the next question is how to extract the intestine points.

Lin Qian'an took out the ring from his wallet in his arms, looked it up, and the idea of ​​extracting the stalks appeared in his mind.

A prompt followed.

[Tip: Whether to collect the semen points attached to the current inscription. (Tip: After collecting the semen points, the semen will lose its original function.)]

Lin Qian'an silently chose no.

He really wanted to activate and use his gold finger, but at present it seems that the melon itself also has a special effect.

So he was very curious about what this function was.

After thinking for a while, Lin Qian'an put the ring on his index finger.

No changes occurred.

It's still the old metal ring.

Lin Qian'an changed them one by one on ten fingers, and even put them on his forehead, but the result was still the same.

Then he spitted some saliva on it.

The answer still remains unchanged.

After thinking about it, Lin Qian'an opened the nail clipper storage box on the table next to him, took out the acne needle from it, burned it with a lighter, and poked it directly at the index finger of his right hand.

A slight pain was heard, and a little blood red appeared on the fingertips.

Lin Qian'an did not hesitate and directly applied blood to the ring on the index finger of his left hand.

After the ring was stained with Lin Qian'an's blood, it quickly absorbed it.

At the same time, Lin Qian'an suddenly felt that the ring in his hand had some inexplicable connection with him.

This feeling is mysterious, just like it is an extra part of the body that extends out.

With a thought, Lin Qian'an's consciousness touched the ring.

At the same time, he seemed to see an empty space about one cubic meter in size.

There is nothing inside, and Lin Qian'an even feels that even air and time do not exist, it seems to be just a simple space.

He picked up a pen on the table, and after his consciousness was concentrated, the pen disappeared and appeared in the empty space. As his thoughts changed, it appeared again in his hand.

As a writer, Lin Qian'an is very familiar with this thing.
To be continued...