Xin Zhixia never imagined that one day she would fall into the hands of a suspected new player.
It's like being hit by the silence skill in the game.
Millennium may have deliberately blocked it, or he may have accidentally intercepted her line of sight.
She had never been able to confirm the nickname on the dagger with her own eyes.
When the dagger slid over just now, it was also with the nickname side facing down.
What's more, no matter who the dagger belonged to, her main purpose at that time was to expose the strange appearance of Millennium.
And when the dagger is handed over and slides two meters away from the opponent, it is a perfect opportunity.
It’s just that inertial thinking can kill people.
Xin Zhixia really didn't consider that the innocent player in front of her was still scheming to deceive other people's daggers.
She pushed Qian Qian away as if she was cool, and strode to the other side without saying a word.
The dagger was lying quietly on the table, as if waiting for her to verify it.
Xin Zhixia held her dagger in her left hand, then picked up the dagger in her right hand and turned over.
As expected, the names above were the names of other players.
"Youyun".
Whose is this? His guide? She was sure the name didn't exist in her memory.
He frowned and looked up at Qian Qian, intending to ask the other party directly.
Unexpectedly, it was Qian Qian who spoke first, and his tone was surprisingly sincere.
"This is not my dagger, it comes from my patient."
He didn't seem to care about the scene just now, he only cared about whether Simba Lain could help him.
After a pause, with a hint of caution, he added: "Dr. Simba Rein, you just need to keep it for me for a while, okay?"
Xin Zhixia raised her eyebrows and could roughly imagine his purpose.
Perhaps it is determined that the patient has a disease and is considering whether to eliminate the problem.
Thinking about it this way, it seems to make sense.
The player Youyun has an inexplicable illness, so Millennium has the opportunity to steal the dagger from him.
However, Xin Zhixia also had doubts.
Why let her keep it? Just to prevent Youyun from finding the dagger and to keep himself safe?
In addition, Millennium's attitude also made her feel very awkward.
Xin Zhixia decided to put aside her suspicious attitude and just rely on keeping the dagger, which in itself did not cause any harm to her.
Then he smiled and had a fresh idea.
"Okay! But since I helped you, you also..."
The words stopped abruptly, Xin Zhixia frowned and squinted to observe the other party.
Qian Qian still stood where he was, with a gentle smile and a stable mood.
However, in the last second, she suddenly noticed that her heartbeat was inexplicably accelerated, and she began to think about the other party's purpose?
An unknown fighting spirit suddenly rose in his heart.
Xin Zhixia pondered for a moment, put her dagger into her bracelet, and looked down at Youyun's dagger.
The next moment, the system prompt sounded suddenly.
[Abnormality detected, data is being adjusted, please wait patiently. 】
[Data is being adjusted...]
Xin Zhixia's pupils narrowed as she recalled the same scene from her memories.
At that time, she had just arrived in the dead space.
I heard it when I first participated in the game, but it never appeared again in the three copies since then.
Combined with subsequent feedback from other players, she knew that the difficulty of the [Werewolf in Burt's Village] copy had been upgraded.
So now...
This time, Dead Space was extremely efficient and gave her the answer directly without allowing her to continue her analysis.
The system prompt sounded again in the ears of all players in the dungeon.
【Welcome 0000199 to the game [Meili Hospital’s Patient Elimination]
Game Category: Decryption Play Copy
Game Difficulty: Level A
Number of players: 14 people
Special benefits: None]
[Warm reminder: Please read all previous content carefully, there are no changes in the content. 】
After checking the news, Xin Zhixia's eyes wandered for a moment.
"The difficulty has been upgraded."
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Shang Lu was sitting at the desk, looking through the unnecessary information out of boredom.
The reason why it is said to be dispensable is because he has repeatedly confirmed that there is indeed no information to help him pass the level.
He regained consciousness three hours ago.
Observing the room for the first time, he noticed the information on the desk.
[Patient: Phytolacca] on the folder.
Let him confirm immediately that his role in this bureau is that of a patient.
Phytolacca opened it and looked it up. The previous [Basic Information on Phytolacca] was consistent with the content on the subsequent identity character card.
The following information is about "him"'s life experience before he came to Meili Hospital.
Then, not surprisingly, I saw those experiences of my life again.
Congenital asthma, a family full of conspiracies and calculations, and only Tang Sen as companion for friendship...
It was such an unremarkable experience that had happened many times in previous copies.
The tone of Dead Space is so good, and the ability to depress players remains the same.
He had already expected it.
It's just that I originally predicted that I might play an asthma patient again, but I didn't expect that I would turn into a love brain patient, which is also very funny.
Thinking of this, Phytolacca's brain began to wander again, and somewhere in his heart he was silently missing someone.
I agreed to come to him before dinner.
He raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was not yet five o'clock.
Recalling Xin Yi's previous operations, he pursed his lips, his unhappiness written on his face.
"You won't have to wait until one second before six o'clock to appear, right?"
If so, Xinyi, you are really hard-hearted.
The next second, he defended himself very thoughtfully, "This dungeon separates players from each other. It is definitely not easy to collect information. She is busy collecting information now, and obviously she cannot be blamed for this."
Shangluk remained silent and rubbed his forehead, feeling that sooner or later he would split apart.
At some moments, he couldn't even tell whether it was his true intention or the control of his illness.
After much thought, he decided not to control his thoughts at all.
Anyway, he was alone in the room, and no one was nearby to observe his words and deeds, so there was no need to waste energy on regulating his thoughts.
And there are benefits to doing so.
No discernment is needed to know that all these actions are not from himself.
In this way, Shang Lu paused, folded his hands on the table, and buried his head in his arms with some annoyance.
After a while, a dull voice came out.
"It's all because of my character design, otherwise I would still be able to go out and help."
After saying that, he raised his head, tilted it slightly, and his eyes lit up.
Facing the sunshine, which has long since lost its glare, I happened to see the handkerchief lying quietly on the windowsill.
Smiling contentedly for a long time, his eyes turned to look at the time on the bracelet.
Count the seconds seriously.
When I didn't know where I was counting, the system beeps sounded one after another.
Shang Lu's pupils suddenly tightened, staring closely at the content on the system panel.
After checking the information, I felt a sense of accomplishment that the decryption was successful, and my expression returned to normal.
"Sure enough, the dungeon with her in it will be upgraded, and she may be able to help contact No. 99."
Then, he wondered, "The difficulty suddenly escalated? What did she do?"
His thoughts were only clear for a moment before being enveloped in chaos again.
Shang Lu suddenly stood up, with a look of worry on his face.
"Isn't she in danger?"
