Preconceived notions

It was already dark. In the basement of the city center, there was a large shopping mall.

Han Che pushed a large shopping cart, browsing the shelves. The past few days had been tough with the prison raids, and now new comrades were joining in.

Thinking of this, Han Che couldn't help but increase his shopping efforts, rummaging down the shelves and finally dropping something into his large shopping cart.

"I'll buy more this time," Han Che muttered to himself, "and those other items too."

Those prisoners have been quite cooperative lately.

Especially during the last operation, the four giant hammers came to the rescue in time, preventing John and the other two from escaping.

Han Che pushed the cart forward and took two more cases of liquor.

His shopping cart was already half full: several bags of rice and noodles, beef, a large bag of shrimp, and two racks of spare ribs.

Various cooked foods, braised dishes, cold dishes, and all kinds of snacks, such as potato chips, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and fruits, were piled up in half the truck.

Strangely enough, the daily supplies in the prison are refreshed and delivered to the canteen every time the prison opens.

Both in terms of quantity and quality, it's barely enough.

Han Che couldn't understand what the point was of opening up the prison or maps like theirs to the player world.

Whether it's the Hafk KPI design mentioned earlier by the system, or the refresh time of these basic resources, both urge Han Che to open the system on a regular schedule.

What good does this do them?

Han Che was thinking, what would happen if he had the chance to test it out by keeping the Tide Prison locked up for ten days or half a month without opening it?

Han Che likes to go to the supermarket. He pushes his small shopping cart, his mind wandering all over the world, and he always feels very relaxed.

In his previous life, he didn't go out frequently and wasn't exactly a shut-in, but he almost never went out unless necessary. However, he loved going to the supermarket back then.

Although he's a homebody, it's not that he doesn't love life; he just dislikes the social drain of interacting with people.

Going out is very energy-consuming for him, but going to the supermarket is the only thing that makes him feel like going out is equivalent to recharging.

The moment you put on those headphones, the world is split in two.

Outside lies a noisy, polite, and demanding reality.

The headphones held melodies, rhythms, and emotions that belonged only to him; it was an absolutely safe and private space.

Pushing the shopping cart slowly, there's no need to rush, no need to speak, no need to read anyone's face, and no need to match anyone's pace.

All choices were made solely according to personal preference, without any coercion.

He is usually very restrained and frugal, saving money wherever possible, because he doesn't have many desires for the outside world and doesn't want to spend money on unnecessary people and things.

But in the supermarket, he's willing to pay for his own comfort.

He wasn't spending money; he was giving himself tenderness and favoritism.

Now he hopes to share this feeling with his brothers as well.

His mind was filled with all sorts of random thoughts, which gradually helped him empty his mind.

Before I knew it, my shopping cart was overflowing.

Han Che grinned as he looked at the overflowing shopping cart.

In my previous life, I never did anything so extravagant.

It doesn't matter, he has a system space anyway. He can just push the car to a secluded corner and put it in his space.

It was just as the players in the game world were getting off work, and there were long lines at the cash registers.

Han Che pushed his shopping cart at the back of the line. In front of him was a young mother with her child. The child was sitting in the shopping cart, holding a dinosaur toy and making "roaring" sounds.

The young mother was on the phone, her voice very low, but Han Che could hear her talking about what to eat for dinner.

Han Che stood there, holding the shopping cart handle, looking at the heartwarming scene before him with a smile.

Behind Han Che, unnoticed by two people, stood a man in a black coat, half-side to the outside of the long queue, typing on his phone and occasionally glancing at Han Che who was waiting in line.

"Sister Bai, this Boss Han doesn't seem to be in very good spirits."

"Why do you say that?" the person with the nickname "Sister Bai" replied instantly.

"He pushed a shopping cart, bought a huge amount of food, and laughed as he bought it."

"Now, he's pushing a huge cart of snacks, waiting in line to pay, staring at a mother and child in front of him with a creepy grin."

The man typed the message and sent it, but the other party did not reply immediately.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, I quickly glanced ahead to make sure Han Che was still in my sight.

He was a henchman for the 78 Club, and he was very good at hiding his tracks and ambushing people in dangerous areas.

But today is the first time he has received a task like this from Sister Bai in the real world.

I don't know if it's because Boss Bai introduced Han Che, saying that he was in a dangerous area and often killed players and stole their weapons and equipment.

He had a preconceived notion that the man's smile was filled with a perverse murderous intent.

I have a feeling he'll suddenly pull out a gun and shoot everyone around him in the head, killing them all.

A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand.

Then my phone vibrated; it was Sister Bai's reply.

"Keep an eye on it."

He frowned when he saw those three words, pursed his lips, typed a long string of words, then deleted them one by one before finally replying.

"receive"

The cashier worked quickly, and the line moved forward.

It wasn't long before it was the young mother in front of me in line. She paid while trying to calm her fussy child.

The child dropped the dinosaur toy in her hand. Han Che bent down, picked it up, and handed it to her. She said thank you, and Han Che smiled and nodded in response.

It was finally his turn.

When the delivery clerk saw the mountain of items in his shopping cart, her expression twitched almost imperceptibly.

But she still maintained a polite smile and went on a shopping spree.

Han Che then took out his phone to pay.

"Sir, you have quite a few items. Would you like us to help you load them into your car?"

Han Che was surprised to learn that supermarkets offered such a service, but he still shook his head and thanked them, saying, "It's nothing, no need, I can do it myself."

He then pushed the shopping cart toward the supermarket exit, which connects to the mall's underground parking lot.

You can push your shopping cart into the parking lot, put your purchases in the cart, and there is a designated area for collecting empty shopping carts next to the back of the cart.

All you need to do is leave the shopping cart there.

The man in the black coat behind Han Che had also finished paying the bill. He was carrying a small plastic bag containing two bottles of water. He walked slowly, about ten meters behind Han Che.

It was only then that he suddenly remembered something noteworthy: Han Che had come from Club 78 by bus.

Since he didn't drive his own car, how was he going to take all this stuff with him?

With this question in mind, he quickly followed two steps.

Han Che pushed the cart toward the elevator. He remembered that there were fewer parking spaces behind the elevator, so it was usually quiet and not crowded.

Moreover, he had observed that there were several blind spots in the surveillance cameras over there.

To avoid being seen by others, he planned to go there and store the items in the system space.