[You have chosen adventure mode (single player) - a new journey]
[A virtual universe is being randomly generated for you]
[The virtual universe has been generated]
"The last time I chose a random team, I was matched with a newcomer named Bai Fei, which limited the difficulty of the script. This time I am going through it alone, and the difficulty of the generated script should be more in line with my strength." Yun Mingtian thought shamelessly. A title CG played in front of his eyes, and at the same time, an ethereal female voice narrated in his ears:
[In the middle of the twenty-first century, the Third World War started. 】
[Crazy heads of state have ordered the endless use of nuclear and chemical weapons, causing permanent harm to the earth's environment. 】
[In just a few years, the home of mankind has become a devastated world. 】
"Oh...it seems that this is a world view of a wasteland earth." Yun Ming saw the bloody battlefield, displaced refugees and several mushroom clouds in the opening CG: "This is the rhythm of my survival in the apocalypse."
However, the narration continues...
[Human beings woke up and stopped this catastrophic war. Because the surface is filled with high-intensity radiation, the survivors hid hundreds of meters underground and built cities underground. 】
"Well, it turns out it's the Wandering Earth... Let me guess, is there going to be a major crisis that could lead to the total annihilation of mankind?"
Yun Ming guessed wrong again.
[You, Christopher, are a grassroots cadre in Dungeon 65. At a young age, you have a successful career, a happy marriage, and a beautiful and virtuous wife. You have always been a loving couple in the eyes of others. 】
A blond woman appeared in the opening CG with a sweet smile on her face. She was obviously Christopher's wife.
[You trust each other and have no secrets from each other. But today, you have to do something big without telling her...]
At this point, the narration and opening CG are all over, and Yun Ming has regained his mobility. At this moment, he is no longer Yun Ming, but Christopher.
"Role-playing. You can tell at a glance that it's a purely mental decryption script." Yun Ming straightened his clothes. Of course, he was not wearing the fifth-anniversary limited skin, but a suit and leather shoes.
"Is this Christopher really a grassroots cadre? This suit is so well made that it would be expensive in the real world, let alone in this worldview. How much money has this guy collected?"
Yun Ming first dug through every pocket on his body, and the results were as follows:
A key, a pack of cigarettes, a box of matches and a magnetic card of unknown purpose.
"Don't you have a mobile phone or wallet?" Yun Ming glanced at the desk in front of him and found nothing: "This world no longer uses mobile phones for communication?"
While Yun Ming was brainstorming and guessing, the script task came at the right time:
[Rush to the appointment location on time to have dinner with Elena]
"Haha..." After reading the task, the corner of Yun Ming's mouth twitched: "I should have thought of it earlier. What other important things can a married man do without telling his wife when he dresses like a dog?"
"There was a scene of Christopher getting married in the opening CG just now. I remember that the woman's name on the wedding cake was Laura Linny (Chinese for Laura), which is definitely not Elena."
"So who is this Elena? A third party? Or an ex-girlfriend or something?" Combining the opening CG and life experience, Yun Ming could only deduce this: "There is still insufficient information. This is Christopher's office, right? Let’s search and see.”
Yun Ming is in an independent office. It is small in size and has simple furnishings. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a house with only four walls. There are many paper documents on the desk, there is no computer, and a dial-up phone is the only electronic device in the room.
Obviously, the prompt given by the system was hidden in the pile of files, because when Yun Ming tried to open several drawers and bookcases on his desk, pop-up windows would pop up saying "Cannot Open". It seemed that there was nothing in it that could promote the progress of the game, so the system thoughtfully asked Yun Ming to stop doing useless work.
Yun Ming pulled a memo out of the pile of documents: "This should be it."
Yun Ming flipped through the memo, and sure enough, the most recent record was: "May 18th, 6pm, E, ### restaurant". Below this line of words, there is a string of garbled characters composed of English letters. This string of garbled characters is quite long, with the number of letters probably around three hundred.
"Yes, E stands for Elena. How can you write your full name on the memo when you are dating a woman behind your back?" Yun Ming looked at the string of garbled characters: "As for the name of the restaurant, it was deliberately processed by the system... very It’s an obvious mystery. If you decipher this garbled code, you will know the date location.”
"There is plenty of time. I can take my time... uh, wait." Yun Ming looked at his left wrist: "What time is it now?"
There is a delicate watch on Christopher's left wrist. The time on it reads: five fifteen.
"It's not good. We have a meeting in forty-five minutes. Considering that the system will definitely not be kind enough to arrange a restaurant nearby, the time it takes me to get to the date is half an hour, so the time left for me to decrypt is It’s only fifteen minutes, hurry up.”
Yun Ming took the pen and paper and began to calculate possible arrangements of the garbled characters.
This string of garbled characters consists of 360 English letters, twenty in each row and eighteen columns, neatly arranged in a rectangular shape on the memo. This is not the first time Yun Ming has encountered such a puzzle. The letters that make up the name of the restaurant are broken up and hidden in garbled characters. Yun Ming needs to find them.
"I have tried it horizontally, vertically or diagonally, but what I got is not basic vocabulary, let alone the name of a restaurant." Yun Ming frowned: "So it really needs to crack some sort of arrangement pattern. Is that okay?"
"But there are too many arrangement patterns. It can be counting down with fixed numbers, or it can be one, two, three... Well, numbers..."
Looking at the short sentence "at six o'clock in the evening on May 18th", Yun Ming suddenly understood: "It turns out that someone needs to tie the bell to untie it."
He turned the memo to the first page: "Christopher started using this memo at the end of March. The first recorded content was...March 22nd..." Yun Ming counted the letters, and in the string of garbled characters Put a mark under the "Y" in the third letter, and then count down to the "G" in the 22nd letter.
"No, which English word has Y followed by G, and a month is only thirty-one days at most, so why give me more than 300 letters?"
"Maybe that's the case." Yun Ming started counting again: "The twenty-fifth number is E. Well, it seems to be correct so far."
Yun Ming changed his method. He added up the numbers obtained in the memo, and what he got was the number of digits of the next letter in the garbled code.
"March 27...five leaders..."
"April 9...two meetings..."
"April 12...three o'clock..."
…
"Oh, it seems right." The few letters Yun Ming got were just enough to spell out a complete word, which showed that his decryption idea was most likely correct.
"...Finally, May 18th...six o'clock, done." He marked all the letters, and the last letter "E" was at the bottom, ranked 355th. All the numbers that appeared in the memo have been used up, and the 360-digit garbled letters are just enough. Obviously Yun Ming's solution is correct.
"Yesterday happened again. The name of this store is really suitable for a date with an old lover." Yun Ming couldn't help but smile.
The name of the restaurant is Yesterday once more, which is the answer to the garbled puzzle and where Yun Ming will go next.
…
Yun Ming spent less than ten minutes figuring out the date location, but he did not leave immediately. Instead, he searched Christopher's office again. However, he quickly ended the search, because there was really nothing to look through here. The cabinet doors and drawers both showed "Cannot be opened", so the only thing that was of any use were the files on the desktop.
"At least let me know what the specific job of Christopher I am playing is?" Yun Ming took out a document similar to a contract: "If I go out of the office and encounter the boss asking about my job, I don't know what to do."
Fortunately, this time the file was not processed by the system like the restaurant name, and was in a readable state.
"Proposal for a new underground deep shaft in the west of No. 65 Underground City..."
"Investigation Report on the 5.04 Extra Large Intercity Train Traffic Accident..."
"No. 65 Underground City Old City Renovation Plan..."
"Letter of rejection of transfer application..."
Time was limited, so Yun Ming could only skim through it, looking at the title and one or two glances at the content before skipping. However, the more he read, the more confused he became:
"Hey, is this Christopher really a grassroots cadre? Why do he even have proposals and plans on his desk? He must be the top leader of Dungeon 65!"
Although Yun Ming didn't gain much, he still knew the status of Christopher he played in the dungeon. According to Yun Ming's guess, Christopher should be the assistant secretary of a big boss, which is more suitable for his age.
"Let's not think about it for now. If we don't go to the appointment, we will miss it. Since it is the restaurant where Christopher uses for private meetings, it should be quite famous. You can know the way out by asking a colleague." Yun Ming thought so, and pulled Opened the office door.
Then…
He was stunned.
