"By the way, after talking so much, why not give it a try, boys?" The aroma of wine lingered for a long time, and the old man seemed like he couldn't wait any longer, and was about to start pouring wine to a few people.
At this moment, the plundering gang finally showed their faces.
"Old guy, you're not trying to stun us with this wine, are you?" Someone took out a knife.
"Ah." The old man said with a surprised expression: "Why do you think so, why...why do you want to go under the knife?"
"It's the same thing to kill him and then drink and get money." Someone said: "This is a good habitat. After the apocalypse breaks out, you can roll up something and run away."
"Move quickly."
The young man took out the knife and stepped forward. Just as he was about to attack the old man, he saw a strange smile on the hunched old man's face.
The young man opened his mouth, but found that he could no longer make any sound.
The aroma of wine floating in the air became more and more intense and intoxicating.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"!
There were several sounds of bodies falling to the ground, extremely heavy.
Several people fell to the ground, their weapons fell to the ground, but their bodies seemed to be numb and could no longer move.
The old man bowed his back and put on a strange smile as he resealed the lid of the wine. Then, he pressed his hand on the bar, revealing a deep passage.
He dragged the bodies of those people one by one, like tattered sacks, and dragged the desperate people in one by one.
"cluster".
The candle suddenly lit up again, and the tavern at night returned to silence.
The slightly open wooden door looks like the mouth of a grown beast, waiting for travelers who are confused about their future.
…
"...something's wrong."
In the room upstairs, a black-haired girl stood by the window, her face brightened by the lights. She opened her gentle eyes and looked out at the night lights of the city.
The wooden bed made a squeaking noise, and there was a damp, musty smell of wooden boards in the March air.
As it was time to rest, Su Mingan temporarily turned off the live broadcast. He sat on the bed and held his forehead to relieve the remaining dizziness.
"...Ah." He raised his eyelids, revealing his red eyes: "What did you say?"
"The smell of blood." Yueyue said, "It's obvious."
"You have a sharp nose." Su Mingan lay down directly on the bed: "...but this kind of thing basically does not need analysis."
"Why?"
"It can be deduced after all the clues are connected." Su Mingan said: "It is obviously a disease that requires mushroom treatment, but the price of mushrooms is surprisingly cheap. Obviously, those very cheap [mushrooms], It is not [mushrooms] needed to treat diseases.”
Yueyue's long eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly thought of Su Ming'an's terrifying description of the scenes in the laboratory.
——The things that can be made into vaccines are grown from those corpses...those mushrooms?
"A black shop like this is probably a mushroom cultivation center." Su Mingan yawned: "The whole city first uses high prices to exclude outsiders who cannot get jobs, and then deceives those outsiders who are unprepared and have no money to come here. Plant seemingly good places to stay, trap them, and grow mushrooms on their bodies... Selling mushrooms to treat those who are sick to make huge profits. The whole city is a huge crematorium." He put his hands on his face to block the dazzling light:
"Anything can happen in the world... Those who benefit from isolating a group by whether they are sick or not can use this method of labeling others to list people who are suitable to be called mushrooms. And suitable for people who are "saved" by mushrooms.
They go to sin with a glow in their faces and think they are great because of it.
——And in a place like this, it is never disease that kills people, but their own greed..."
Yueyue stood for a long time facing the cold night wind and felt a little cold.
She turned her head slightly, trying to put on some clothes, only to find that the person lying on the bed had fallen asleep.
She heard a knock at the door.
The old man's hoarse voice, as hoarse as sawing a door panel, sounded outside the door:
"Boy, little girl, would you like to order some drinks or snacks? You haven't eaten yet."
While the old man was talking, Yueyue smelled a very obvious smell of blood.
Without making a sound, she tiptoed to the door, and then gently put her face close to the cat's eye.
——She met the old man's dark eyes, which were as swampy as a swamp.
Empty and dead, like a pair of black eye sockets, with nothing in them.
She was startled by her thoughts and looked over again, but she couldn't see anything.
A numbing tremor gently ran down her back. She swallowed and moved her steps slightly to get the sword in the grid of her backpack.
"...Why don't you speak? Are you asleep?" She heard the old man murmuring outside the door.
"Creak."
The wooden board made a crisp sound, which was particularly obvious in the empty environment.
The old man outside the door was carrying a basket of beautiful mushrooms with his hands still stained with blood.
When he heard the obvious sound of wooden boards inside the door, his smile suddenly spread from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes. The smile was too terrifying to look like a normal human being.
"...It turns out it's inside."
Yueyue was agitated and immediately wanted to wake up Su Mingan, but found that the door that had been tightly locked had been opened at some point.
"Squeak——"
The old man with a pair of eyes like will-o'-the-wisps and his whole body stained with large amounts of black blood was grinning at her through the gap in the door that was gradually opening.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and a steel pipe grazed against Yueyue's hair, directly knocking the old man upside down.
【——HP-120! 】
Su Ming'an, who was on the bed, rubbed her still sore head and sat up, with sleepiness in her eyes.
He picked up another intact steel pipe, walked a few steps over the old man who was still struggling under the steel pipe, and stabbed it in, causing a large blood splash to splash on the wall.
【——HP-600! (Fatal injury, penetrating injury!)]
A few drops splashed on his face. He wiped it with his hand and applied it again without mercy.
Yueyue stood aside and looked at him with blood on his hand. She didn't say anything, but turned around and started to make the bed.
Su Ming'an didn't even look at the old man's tragic death. He walked to the bedside and wiped the blood-stained steel pipe with the curtains, stuffed it into his backpack, and then went to pick up the body.
[Get items (grown mushrooms)]
[Grown mushrooms: Mushrooms that look delicious. Maybe you have discovered part of the truth about this world. 】
[Plot tip: "—People say that the noblest revenge is tolerance."]
[You have successfully found the antibody. 】
[*Advanced mission: Find the antibodies for the apocalyptic outbreak - Completed]
[Reward points have been included and will be discounted after the end of the world. 】
[Please continue to explore and learn the plot secrets about the outbreak of the apocalypse. 】
[*Tips: "Perfect clearance" will have unexpected benefits for players, so please look forward to it. 】
…
A series of message prompts sounded the moment Su Mingan collected mushrooms.
"Mushrooms that can be made into vaccines?" Yueyue hugged the quilt and took a look: "...it has a very obvious smell of blood."
"A vaccine made with other people's lives is called a vaccine of salvation." Su Mingan pinched the mushroom, and what flowed out was not fresh juice, but a bright red liquid like human blood: "It's quite ironic...wait a minute , what are you doing holding the quilt?"
Su Ming'an looked at the girl twisting around holding the big sheet.
"Change rooms." Yueyue said.
She yawned, with a little sparkle in the corners of her eyes, and walked lazily.
"Ah, that's right." She turned around and said, "Jumping game."
Su Ming'an was stunned for a moment, and then thought for a while before he understood what she was talking about.
Yueyue and he have been friends for several years. They usually live close to each other, and he also drags her to play some games together, such as Mario and Breakup Kitchen... But she always plays in a mess and is very good at it. Soon he I don't want to play with her.
However, this girl just clung to him as if she had no friends. She kept clamoring to play with him as if she was seeing the door to a new world.
He knew that Yueyue's family conditions were not good and her temperament was withdrawn. Maybe she had not been exposed to those things before, which led to her temporary addiction.
But he refused to be a rookie.
So he had lied to her before, saying that he was going to play a "jumping game" soon, which was much more fun than breaking up in the kitchen, and he would play with her after it was released.
Of course, the time of release... is up to him.
But he didn't expect that the world game would begin before the game he compiled was officially released.
"..." Su Mingan didn't know how to reply to her.
"..."
The girl was also staring at him, her eyes bright.
But soon, she turned around:
"Forget it." She hugged the quilt and slipped away to another unoccupied room: "I'm sleepy, good night."
"...Good night." Su Mingan glanced at her and temporarily put aside these useless thoughts in his mind.
He went out, stepped on the creaking stairs, and after searching around for a moment, he opened the secret passage leading underground.
He walked in holding a candle and saw many corpses in miserable death conditions. There was a suffocating smell of blood and putrefaction floating in the air.
At the end of the road, he saw a few relatively fresh corpses, still looking like a few young people. Their eyes were still open, and their faces were full of horror and disbelief. Fresh mushrooms were growing happily in every corner of their bodies. ——This is the hope that is growing in this city.
Morbid hope.
Hope called sacrifice.
He glanced at the corpse, then walked back quietly holding a candle.
"Good night."
With a gentle blow, the candle flame went out instantly.
…
Today is the second day of the World Game.
Many players have died at the hands of cannibalism and marauding gangs.
They never thought that the coldest blade would come from their own compatriots, rather than the apocalyptic crisis that had yet to come.
This group of players entered the forum full of resentment and began to break the monotonous "Players come on" topic.
[How can a game that is originally meant to kill each other become peaceful? 】
[If all players have low points, they will all fail... Forget it, in order to win the final victory, elimination is a must. 】
Then, they saw the one directly pinned to the top by the organizer [(Essence) A brief analysis of how players can save themselves].
There are hundreds of millions of replies below, and they are still being updated. There are both affirmations and criticisms, but without exception, everyone agrees with the few rules proposed by the poster.
Many business tycoons and top stars who were originally on Zhai Star have spoken out, and their posts have attracted many people.
People recognized a point - for the final victory, appropriate sacrifices are necessary.
As long as players still maintain their bottom line, people shouldn't blame too much for competitive behavior in the game.
There is no real death, and the game of cultivating force and dual commerce is also an opportunity for mankind itself.
However, players are still worried,
In such a life and death game, ambitions and desires will be infinitely magnified.
In the end... what will happen to the players who have gained everything, and whose gap has been infinitely magnified? Will they... become like the organizers, and become the overlords who once again dominate all mankind?
…
[World Game·Remaining Players: 940689521 people]
