Should there also be a rule here?
Each exhibition hall has a different name, indicating that the exhibits displayed in it are of different types. So, under the big rules, will there be small rules belonging to the exhibition hall?
Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows and carefully put the ticket in his hand into the storage compartment, which was the least likely place to lose things.
He began to look at the environment around the door.
The mottled walls looked like no one had been here for a long time. When I touched them with my hands, my fingertips were covered with a layer of dust.
Cheng Ye squinted his eyes. This corridor was obviously more sinister.
The dull gray-white light reflected from somewhere on his body, coupled with the faint green light, was really scary.
He calmed himself down as much as possible, and finally saw a few lines of small writing on the door.
On a notebook that is originally black, the gray and black writing looks so inconspicuous.
Crooked, as if smiling.
Exhibition Hall of Dead Things.
Shh, keep it down, don't wake them up.
They sleep soundly, are safe, and will never hurt you.
However, it must be equally exposed to rain and dew, no preference.
not lying to you.
Cheng Ye frowned after reading these sentences.
Doesn't this imply that all the living things in the "Dead Objects" Museum are alive?
A dense feeling of horror spread all the way up his back, and Cheng Ye felt butterflies in his heart.
He explored again and found nothing else. He took out the bill again and walked in.
Darkness suddenly engulfed him.
After waiting for two or three seconds, the "Dead Object Museum" suddenly lit up.
An almost pale moonlight poured down.
A cold light reflected off the floor.
Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes, looked at the light, and then slowly raised his head along the source of the light.
Dozens of hanging mummies suddenly appeared overhead.
They swayed back and forth in the moonlight.
It exudes an indescribable smell.
Cheng Ye trembled and subconsciously cursed: "Fuck!"
Sudden attack, no martial ethics!
After two seconds of pause, Cheng Ye seriously began to observe the hanging mummy.
Museum of dead objects, they must all be dead objects.
The stay time in each exhibition hall cannot exceed 30 minutes, and every exhibit must be taken seriously.
So, he had to hurry up.
Cheng Ye observed from the first hanging mummy that he seemed to have been burned to death. The skin all over his body turned dark brown, all the water evaporated, and his expression was ferocious. He must have experienced considerable pain before death.
After Cheng Ye observed carefully, he turned to the next mummy.
He used a point of the circle to observe carefully from left to right.
The rules say that the work of the staff must be respected and cannot be perfunctory.
So he must 'appreciate' every work carefully.
He noted the characteristics of the first piece and then quickly began to 'appreciate' the following pieces.
Players in Yongzhou soon discovered something was wrong:
[Hey, look, Cheng Ye is so fast. He is obviously faster than the others. ]
[Really, try the split-screen mode, you can see other partitions at the same time. ]
[After adjustment, it is true that other players have obviously memorized the characteristics of all the mummies... Isn't it illegal for Cheng Ye to do this? ]
[Have you ever thought about it, if you read it one by one slowly... will it time out? ]
Yes, the rules say you can stay in each exhibition hall for a maximum of thirty minutes.
So at the beginning, Cheng Ye glanced at the mummy above his head.
The number is around 45.
He carefully looked at the first mummy, which took about 3 minutes. Excluding the time he wasted after coming in, he didn't have that much time to observe each mummy carefully.
However, seeing is also death, and not seeing is also death.
The game cannot have an unsolvable end.
So after Cheng Ye observed the first mummy, he immediately thought of a way to break the situation.
That is - pretending to be serious.
What are the criteria for judging seriousness? Nobody knows.
But everyone has been to a museum, right?
How do you go about visiting a museum? Do you really look at a cultural relic and write down its broken details and shape?
No, everyone just stands in front of the exhibits, looks at them for a few times, and then moves on to the next exhibit.
At most, just take a few photos.
This is Cheng Ye's way of clearing the level.
I watched it carefully. The criterion for judging seriously is not time, but really watching.
So Cheng Ye glanced at the mummy above his head with a serious and contented expression, as if he was looking at some kind of artwork.
The situation for players in other divisions is not so optimistic.
After some players finished watching the three mummies, they suddenly realized that ten minutes had passed.
There are also players who thought about this clearly from the beginning, but missed the mummy because they looked at it too quickly.
In this tense atmosphere, in order not to make mistakes, the best way to work is to start over.
There was only Cheng Ye, who seemed to have experienced various copies countless times, with a natural calmness about him, as if he was really admiring the exhibits in a museum.
One, two, three...
time flies.
Fifteen minutes after arriving, a gust of wind suddenly blew through the exhibition hall.
All the mummies floated in the wind.
Originally, because of the lighting problem, it was so densely packed that it was difficult to distinguish who was who.
With this blow, they all crowded together.
Everyone was worried about Cheng Ye, but he remained calm and stood at the center of the circle, continuing to observe.
"He found a way." Wei Sheng'an looked at Cheng Ye's state and said softly.
Xiao Ming found a ball somewhere, played with it in his hand, and said very relaxedly: "He won't die that easily."
Wei Sheng'an glanced at Xiao Ming.
He was right, he met Xiao Ming earlier, and Xiao Ming was more suitable for him, but he never thought about taking the initiative to let Xiao Ming be his teammate because Xiao Ming's life didn't seem that hard.
And Cheng Ye gave him a feeling of conquering the sky.
Wow.
The wind seemed to have no end and began to blow.
Cheng Ye's clothes were blown away.
The wind blew across his cheek like a knife, like a few cuts, and it hurt like a bone.
Cheng Ye heard his heartbeat thumping loudly and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
But his eyes did not move away even a little bit. After reading one, he immediately looked at the next.
Strange, this exhibition hall is obviously sealed, where is the wind coming from?
Cheng Ye couldn't help but have this idea pop up in his mind.
Thinking like this, his peripheral vision couldn't help but move to the transparent disc-shaped skylight.
The moon is so big, like a white jade plate.
Instantly, Cheng Ye pinched himself hard.
What happened just now, why was I suddenly distracted.
He quickly put away all his distracting thoughts, and then finished admiring the last few objects with a smile.
Forty eight.
The last number was read out by him.
There are a total of 48 mummies here.
They died in various strange ways, but they were all made into mummies.
The task was completed, and Cheng Ye breathed a sigh of relief. He groped forward in the cold exhibition hall.
There should be five minutes left, and he had to find the exit as soon as possible.
The way back was completely blocked, and he had to pass through this pile of mummies.
Cheng Ye's brain was running at high speed, and he kept thinking about the sentence in the rules: what does it mean to exhibit in order.
So far, no rule has told him the correct sequence.
Now that we have finished viewing the "Dead Objects" Museum, what about the next one?
[Holy shit, shit, look at Division 7. ]
Suddenly a red barrage popped up, and everyone quickly moved their attention to the seventh division.
The seventh division seemed to be a black man. After looking at a mummy, his eyes suddenly stopped moving and he just stared at the mummy.
It was as if he had forgotten the time and kept staring.
At first people thought he just discovered something and wanted to observe more.
But as time passed, his expression became dull.
It's like losing your soul.
Then people could only watch helplessly as he walked forward step by step.
Came under the pale moonlight.
He closed his eyes and showed an extremely satisfied expression.
Then, a magical scene happened. The clothes on his body naturally shattered into pieces and flew away in the wind.
His skin became wrinkled.
One after another water droplets came out of his body and flew towards the sky.
The mummies around him seemed to have switched directions in an instant, and all looked at him.
This scene was so weird that people couldn't help but hug themselves tightly.
The man seemed to feel nothing.
Soon the water on his body was evaporated, and he turned into a black mummy, just like other mummies.
He became one of them.
The moonlight is like a thread, wrapping around.
Soon he slowly rose from the ground and was hung in the museum of dead objects.
Players in other divisions cannot see the barrage of the seventh division. Only the players in the seventh division know how strong this person is.
They couldn't believe that a person with such strength could just say no.
The seventh division was in chaos at the moment.
Everyone suddenly didn’t understand the meaning of this game operation.
Previous games seemed to have always produced better players.
what about now?
What's the point of just sending away the strongest player?
Is it just to tease these players who are trying hard to survive?
For a time, everyone had mixed feelings and thoughts.
The barrage has also been reduced a lot.
At this time, there was a barrage occupying most of the screen.
[Everyone, look!
Cheng Ye's exhibition hall also turned into 49 mummies! ]
[There were 48 mummies just now! I've counted them!
! ]
This discovery made everyone shudder.
What is going on? Why did people in the seventh division die and the number of mummies in the first division also change?
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Some people also immediately stood up to testify:
[Yes, I just counted them to calculate how long it would take to observe the mummies. It was 48 mummies. ]
[The number of mummies has indeed increased now, there are 49. I also took screenshots and marked them one by one. ]
[Not only the first partition, but all other partitions are the same, the number of mummies has changed. ]
[Yes, now there are 49 mummies. ]
At this moment, Cheng Ye's leaving figure came into everyone's sight.
Everyone can easily observe that right behind Cheng Ye, on top of his head, there is a black and charred mummy.
It seemed to be staring at Cheng Ye, full of hatred.
This scene was so weird that no one dared to say anything.
You can breathe even through the screen.
But they were still afraid of waking up the mummy. What if they were disturbed?
Although this exhibition hall is called Dead Things, no matter how you look at it, they all look like living things...
And until now, no one can accurately say how the players in Division 7 died.
Why did he suddenly stop moving?
And why are you suddenly staring at the mummy as if attracted by something?
What step he made wrong led to his immediate death.
Just when everyone was shocked, another sentence floated lightly in the barrage:
[You didn’t notice it. ]
[Is there a scary place? ]
Xiao Ming smiled innocently and slowly tapped his fingers on the screen:
[This person has not even activated his life-saving tools. ]
After saying this, Xiao Ming's eyes flashed with excitement.
He was so excited.
If you can be one of these 12 players, how can you not have life-saving items?
Take Cheng Ye as an example. He has a life-saving tool stuffed in his storage compartment all year round.
But just now, everyone saw clearly that that person was dead.
Not even the ability to resist.
Wei Sheng'an looked at Xiao Mingfa's barrage and felt a little headache.
It's been this long, and I still just want to play.
He thought for a moment and said directly: "He looked like he was bewitched just now."
Xiao Ming realized that Wei Sheng'an was talking to him, and he nodded: "Then what?"
Wei Sheng'an said: "The props for taking the initiative to die are very expensive, and he may not necessarily own them. Although he is excellent, he may not be rich."
Xiao Ming: "..."? ? ?
He opened his mouth to refute.
Would such an outstanding person not prepare a complete life-saving tool?
Wei Sheng'an looked into Xiao Ming's eyes and continued: "Everyone has bad luck sometimes. I mean, he may not have money, so he may only have one such life-saving tool."
"And Cheng Ye was pulled into this dungeon directly after the game ended."
Xiao Ming's confused expression gradually became clear: "He used up the last copy."
"For us, Cheng Ye was taken away directly after the game ended, which took about ten minutes."
"However, if we had known that the time flow rate in the dungeon is different from that in the main city, Cheng Ye has not contacted us, which means that the system panel cannot be opened in that place."
"Originally, he might be able to add an active life-saving item immediately after the game is over, but... it's a pity..."
After saying this, Wei Sheng'an lazily retreated into the sofa.
He was trying to figure out the real reason why the game did this.
Instead of letting people replenish their ammunition, they openly let people die.
Also, how did he die just now?
Why did he die suddenly...
He didn't seem to do anything different from the others...
Wei Sheng'an was thinking, staring closely at Cheng Ye's back.
I hope he can clear the level as soon as possible without any accidents.
