The woman who calls herself "Zhu Ling" behaves calmly and generously. She seems to be used to seeing weird things and doesn't take the game seriously. Her relaxed attitude effectively broke up the stagnant atmosphere and eased the players' tension.
There was obvious joy on several people's faces. In a team copy, having a teammate who is good at dealing with weird things can really improve everyone's survival probability.
"It's a lie to say I'm not afraid. I know that many players will fail in the third dungeon. I don't know what kind of difficulty I will face next." Zhu Ling said in a sincere tone, "But I believe , as long as we are willing to unite, we will definitely be able to clear this dungeon."
"Yeah! There are eleven of us. If we work together, are we afraid that we won't be able to find all the clues?"
"Little girl, I don't understand anything. You are a capable person, and I will listen to you."
The players responded with words one after another, not mentioning the "guaranteed number of deaths".
Self-introductions are carried out in order from front to back and from left to right.
Like Zhu Ling, who entered the dungeon for the third time, there was a man in a military coat named "Yang Yundong", a retired soldier, and a sinecure in the Public Security Bureau.
The white young man who just entered the game and figured out the situation is called "Alan". He is an outdoor anchor who engages in extreme sports. At the moment, he is more excited than afraid.
The girl who was also a newcomer was named "Zhou Yilin" and was a freshman at a prestigious university. She was shivering like a quail caught in the rain.
The rest of the players are entering the dungeon for the second time. On average, their surface level is similar to that of the players who entered the dungeon for the first time.
When it was Qisi's turn, he said without changing his expression: "Chang Xu, taxidermist, second copy."
Zou Yan said that after a player dies in the dungeon, he will not die immediately in reality, and will still have half an hour to survive.
Zeiss didn't want to be told "Beware of Zeiss" on the forum after he had harmed his teammates.
Choosing to use the pseudonym "Chang Xu" was out of some bad taste. According to Ziss, it is definitely interesting to have the victim's name linked to the perpetrator's evil deeds.
Zhu Ling looked around at everyone and said with a smile: "Have you all seen the pre-prompts? This copy may involve a lot of text-based puzzle solving. Are any of us good at this?"
In the silence, Zhou Yilin sniffed and spoke timidly: "I was in the mystery club in college, and I often played scripts and turtle soup. I wonder if I can help?"
Her words, coupled with her tear-stained face, were indeed a bit joyful, and several players sneered disdainfully.
Zhu Ling looked at her seriously and said with a smile: "Then Yilin, it's up to you to solve the puzzle. We will definitely survive this dungeon by working together."
Seemingly inspired by her gentle smile, Zhou Yilin immediately leaned over like a bird and asked sadly: "Zhu...Sister Zhu, can I really survive? I can't do anything..."
Zhu Ling patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
The bus braked without warning, interrupting the tender drama. In a burst of harsh glissandos, all players bumped forward under the influence of inertia.
By chance, Zhou Yilin was thrown back to her seat, and her back hit the soft cushion. Zhu Ling had no time to react, and her shoulder hit the back of the plastic chair with a "bang" sound, and her expression was painful and ferocious for a moment.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Qisi covered his face with both arms and managed to avoid being hurt; the fat man next to him was not so lucky, and his fat face was directly pressed against the front seat, leaving a light white mark.
When the shock subsided, the players steadied themselves awkwardly and looked ahead.
A ruined village appears in front of a windshield.
It was probably evening, the sky was gray and there was no sun. The village, built with crooked bricks and stones, was shrouded in darkness, looking lifeless like an old man in the sand and smoke blown by the wind.
There is a stone tablet standing beside the dusty dirt road at the entrance of the village, with three calligraphy characters "Su's Village" written on it.
This is where everyone has to survive for five days.
"We have arrived at our destination, please get off the bus immediately."
The car door opened with a click, and a hoarse neutral recording came from the direction of the driver's seat, accompanied by the "sizzling" sound of electromagnetic disturbance, and the tone was full of urging.
The players did not dare to delay any longer, and stood up as fast as possible and jumped out of the car one by one.
Qisi sat on his seat and waited until everyone else got out of the car, then he casually leaned over to the driver's seat and took a look.
A small tape recorder lay quietly on the driver's seat, but nothing else.
Qisi picked up the tape recorder and stuffed it into his arms, then walked out of the car feeling slightly disappointed.
Behind him, the bus closed its doors automatically and drove away.
At the same time, an enthusiastic male narrator sounded from the bottom of his mind, reading a background introduction similar to a tour guide:
[Su's Village was originally a poor small village. The harvest was poor every year and everyone was hungry. They often took their families to neighboring villages to beg for food.
[During the famine years, disasters occurred in various places, but the gods took pity on Su's village and sent divine meat to help it tide over the difficulties]
[Many years have passed, and the old people in the village have died one after another, but the legend of the sacred meat has been told over and over again, attracting tourists from all over the world]
[The eleven of you are tourists who came here because of the reputation. You will live in the village for five days, taste the sacred meat, and experience the local customs and customs.]
【Wish you a good time】
have fun? It's better to die quickly.
Several players were already complaining in their hearts.
As soon as Qis entered the dungeon, he was immersed in an inescapable sleep and lacked interest. However, when he heard the word "god", he became a little concerned.
It is known that there is a main god in weird games. There is a god behind the scenes in the copy of "Rose Manor", but I don't know what the god in this copy is.
"Having mercy on Su's Village, are you still sending down the divine meat? It's strange that this 'sacred meat' can still be tasted by tourists after so many years..." Qisi chewed the narration's information silently, and there was no reason for it to come to his mind. Say a word——
"God does not love the world."
Is this dungeon different from the previous dungeon, or is it just the same filth covered with a mask of tranquility?
It really makes people...have to care.
Zhu Ling smoothly tied her ponytail into a bun and expressed her opinion at the right time: "About the so-called 'sacred meat', I thought of a story. Legend has it that Sakyamuni Buddha once encountered a vulture chasing him on the road. A dove, the dove sought His protection, but the vulture would starve to death if it had no meat to eat, so the Buddha cut off his own flesh and fed it to the vulture as compensation.”
"If that's the case, this god is pretty good." The fat man, who still had the white mark from the brakes on his face, touched his bald head and said cheerfully, "I wonder if I can pay homage to him." , let him bless me to make a fortune."
Qisi remembered that this person was called "Zhang Licai" and he was a crosstalk talker. After entering the weird game, his wish was to pay off the loan sharks he owed and own a property of his own.
A young man wearing glasses next to him listened to Zhang Licai's words and interjected: "I have read thousands of posts on the forum in the past three days, and the most important conclusion I have drawn is not to believe in the good intentions of weird games. Meeting gods and the like For the setting, it’s always right to assume that he is the villain.”
He changed the subject: "By the way, are any of you ready to post a strategy post related to this copy? I don't have any impression of this copy."
Everyone shook their heads, and Qisi remained silent.
He only read those strategy posts that explored the essence and rules. As for analyzing the specific copy, he didn't read a single word.
There is no other reason. The time cost is far greater than the profit obtained. In Zis's view, if he does not make a profit, he loses money - he hates losing money the most in his life.
At the front of the crowd, Yang Yundong, who always looked like he was not to be trifled with, probably wanted to say something. He put his hand into the pocket of his military coat almost out of habit.
Realizing that he didn't touch anything, he lowered his hand nonchalantly, his face even more irritated: "This is a new dungeon. In the novice pool, there were originally thirty-two dungeons starting with the letter 'S', and this is the thirtieth one." Three.”
Yang Yundong's tone of voice was solemn, and coupled with his status as a veteran player and veteran, his conclusion immediately gained the trust of others.
The faces of all the players were not good-looking, and some of them were already cursing in a low voice.
The information and precautions for each dungeon have been worked out by generations of players; the first wave of players received by a newly opened dungeon are undoubtedly cannon fodder for the dungeon. Look at the good fortune.
Zhou Yilin was originally shaking with fear, but now she felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, and started crying again: "I don't want to die, wuwu... I really didn't know that if I clicked 'yes', I would come in..."
"Why are you crying? There's no point in crying!" The sloppy man standing behind her couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly, "If you keep crying, get the hell away, don't bother me!"
Zhou Yilin trembled with fright, but immediately silenced her, her shoulders shaking and sobbing. Zhu Ling quickly went over to hold her shoulders, patted her gently, and comforted her in a low voice.
Chiss stood aside with a sad look on his face. Just now, he had realized that although the players in this dungeon were entering the dungeon for the second time on average, their quality was no worse than the previous dungeon.
——At least Lin Chen didn't cry for half an hour, Chang Xu didn't scold the newcomers, and Shen Ming and Ye Zi didn't have their emotions written on their faces.
"Stop arguing, what's the point of bullying a little girl? If you have anything to say, we can talk to the village first." Yang Yundong interrupted the useless quarrel in time, and then gave the sloppy man a warning look.
The sloppy man looked around and saw that no one was supporting him, so he had to shut up bitterly.
Then, Yang Yundong looked at Zhou Yilin again and said, "What he said is right. You've already come in, so what's the use of crying? You have to wait until you can survive, then cry when you go out."
Zhou Yilin wiped away her tears and remained silent. The first wave of disputes were settled by each party's fifty-fifty blow.
The fun was gone after watching it halfway. Qisi lowered his eyes at the right time and made a worried look: "Brother Yang, I'm afraid it will be dangerous to enter the village rashly. Why don't we wait outside the village for a while to see if a tour guide will come. "
The players heard this and expressed their agreement one after another.
"Yeah, maybe when you step into the village with your front foot, you'll bump into the ghosts with your back foot!"
"That's the truth. Who will explore the village first?"
This is a veiled act of pressure. Yang Yundong took a deep look at the people who were talking, and then walked straight into the village ahead without saying a word.
The sky has long been dark, the mist is steaming not far from the village, and clusters of dark shadows are faintly visible. They are swaying and can easily trigger bad associations. The mist forms a circle, slowly and steadily shrinks in scope, and rolls towards the player.
Staying outside the village would undoubtedly mean danger. Someone took the lead, and everyone followed Yang Yundong one after another without much hesitation.
Ziss followed the team at the end, silently reviewing everyone's reactions in those few seconds in his mind.
Eleven people are too many and too chaotic. If you stand in the middle of the crowd too early, you will only become the target of public criticism.
We have to find a way to reduce the number of people so that we can perform better...
He was full of malicious calculations and smiled sincerely for the first time since entering the dungeon.
