Not to mention Li Qiulang who was called by his name directly, even players like Qi Chanyang didn't react for a while. When they came to their senses, they only heard a scream, and then Li Qiulang was smashed into the pile of wax figures, turned into a white light, and disappeared in front of everyone.
"Fuck... what are you doing?!" One of the six "players" couldn't help but curse.
Jie Fangcheng just turned his head and looked at him.
"There is something strange indeed."
The "player" who was speaking was stunned for a moment, and the next second he followed Li Qiulang's footsteps.
In the eyes of everyone, it seemed that both people were killed by Jie Fangcheng himself. In fact, in order to prevent him from being killed and being killed by the real copy NPC, Jie Fangcheng raised his sword very high and smashed it very hard, but when he smashed it down, the sword in his hand deviated slightly, and in an instant the blade turned into the back of the sword, and he used the back of the sword to knock the man away.
The operation was so subtle that even the two people who were hit didn't notice anything wrong. After landing, they just felt the pain of their bodies being torn into pieces, and then they were kicked out of the game.
Two white lights sent two people away, and the faces of the remaining four "players" changed drastically.
Other people would leave behind bodies after their death, but only they would flash white light after their death, and you could tell something was wrong at a glance.
What does this NPC mean by "as expected, there is something strange"? Do they know that they are "players"
Jie Fangcheng's cleanup plan had not stopped yet. After chopping down two people, he habitually swung the giant sword in his hand into a sword flower, then turned around and rushed towards the other four people.
The four unarmed ordinary people were in a panic, and at this time, the players finally came to their senses.
Liu Heqing immediately stood in front of the four people.
"What are you going to do?!"
Jie Fangcheng is the big boss, the giant, the number one in the game, and everyone is afraid of him, but these six player NPCs are the key to their passing the dungeon. Even Jie Fangcheng can't rush over and kill these key NPCs for no reason!
Jie Fangcheng simply said, "I suspect we are trapped in a game and have become NPCs of the game, and these people are very weird."
After he said this, everyone was even more confused.
Not long after entering the copy, Zhang Daoan deduced the situation of this copy: everyone's identities were swapped, and now they have become NPCs in a certain game, and these six NPCs are the players in that game.
Everyone has known this situation for a long time. What is the point of Jie Fangcheng emphasizing this point
What is the use…
The four remaining player NPCs all changed their expressions.
How did they know
What is this? Is the NPC awakening
After Jie Fangcheng said this, he completed his mission. Then he picked up his sword and walked around Liu Heqing, who was still in a daze and standing in front of the four people. He slashed with his sword, and the four people flew out together.
The surrounding wax figures were like a group of hyenas, pouncing towards the direction where these people fell.
White light.
No one spoke in the entire first floor hall, only the wax figure let out a faint growl of dissatisfaction because the food in its mouth disappeared before it had taken a few bites.
"What... are you going to do?" Liu Heqing murmured.
Just after all these "players" died, a scene similar to the real world, where the game ended, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The pupils were filled with a blood-red curtain, and a dozen lines of words appeared in front of everyone.
[Unfortunately, your team failed to pass the level this time. ]
[You have not obtained key evidence in the game [Real Wax Museum], cannot reveal the secrets of the wax museum, have not met the minimum clearance requirements, and cannot open the next main line. ]
[You have obtained the achievement in the game [Real Wax Museum]: Sudden Death. (Achieved if you die within three hours of entering the game)]
[You have not obtained the achievement: Survive to Dawn in the game [Real Wax Museum].]
[You have not obtained the achievement: Destroy Evidence in the game [Real Wax Museum].]
[You have not obtained the achievement: Covering up the evidence in the game [Real Wax Museum].]
[You have not obtained the achievement: Isolated and helpless in the game [Real Wax Museum] (NPC remaining: 10 2). ]
Seeing the last achievement [Not Obtained], Jie Fangcheng raised his head and looked at Zhang Daoan beside him.
Zhang Daoan's expression remained the same.
To be frank, Zhang Daoan's idea is actually very simple: these player NPCs rely on the fact that they can be resurrected infinitely and there is no penalty for death, so they enter the game with the mentality of playing, and have a playful and nonchalant attitude towards everything around them.
To them, the game is just a game, but to infinite flow players like Jie Fangcheng, death in the game is death, and there is no such thing as resurrection.
It is too unpredictable what a "player" without a death penalty will do.
What if these people suddenly find the boiler room interesting, and they won't really die anyway, so they just go in? What if they find the game interesting after they complete it and want to play it again
For them, death is just a matter of snapping their fingers and starting a new game.
If they die in the game, it will always be like this for them. This group of people will not take the game seriously. They will do whatever they want and will not follow the game's routine at all.
This is fatal to these infinite flow players, and what Jie Fangcheng did is to increase their death penalty.
pain!
Death in the game will not be painful, but Jie Fangcheng's attacks are aimed at the soul. As long as the soul exists, Jie Fangcheng's attacks will always be effective.
These people must be made to realize that this game is not like previous games where there is no penalty for death.
In other words, beat them until they are afraid and just want to pass the level quickly and don't want to do it again.
Only in this way can we ensure that these players will not play the game again for some weird reasons.
What exactly do Zhang Daoan and Jie Fangcheng want to do? When seeing the [No Achievement Obtained] scene in front of them, many players already had the answer in their minds.
“What does the last one [Isolated and Helpless] mean… Does it mean that the way to obtain this achievement is for us all to die?” someone murmured.
After hearing this, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
If they follow the existing copy prompts and unlock the secrets of the wax museum step by step... can they really pass the game that way
Even if they achieve what they think is a perfect ending, is this "perfect" still perfect for those player NPCs
There are still so many achievements to be obtained. Will those player NPCs feel that they have not obtained the achievements, so they will not be satisfied and start the game again? At that time, will they continue to reincarnate in this dungeon over and over again, just like real NPCs, until they die.
Is this really the difficulty of a universal copy game? How can normal players realize that they are in someone else's game
After the six player NPCs left the dungeon, the surrounding wax figures stopped moving.
"What should we do?" Someone asked anxiously, "Are we going to enter the next reincarnation soon? How can we pass this instance?"
Qi Chanyang was also startled for a moment, and then looked at Zhang Daoan and Jie Fangcheng beside him. Both of them were extremely calm.
Of course, Zhang Daoan's calmness was a result of his long-awaited expectations. He was not in a hurry because he already had an idea of how to pass the level.
Xie Fangcheng's calmness is more because Zhang Daoan is also calm.
With this kid's brain, how could he not think of a way to pass the level
The indifference of the two also affected the surrounding players to a certain extent. After a while of panic, everyone started to consider other issues.
"Why hasn't it started yet? How long do we have to wait?"
"Since we have nothing to do anyway, why not look for clues? In the next save file... uh, we will lose our memory in the next save file, so is it useless to look for clues now?"
Several people were chattering about something while Zhang Daoan was walking among the wax figures, stopping quietly in front of each one to look at something.
Jie Fangcheng was listening to a few players with boredom as they changed from "This dungeon is so difficult" to "I have a brother who is really good at running a massage parlor. Let's go for a massage together after the dungeon is finished."
The blood-red curtain has always been there in front of the players. At the beginning, everyone was not used to it and was very nervous. But when they saw the biggest boss of the game sitting there, supporting his chin with his hands, and sometimes yawning out of boredom, his half-dead and leisurely look was not like being in the dungeon at all. He was just like the poor student sitting in the last row of the university, and was about to fall asleep.
His strength is so terrifying, and he apparently has a good temper, so the players started chatting about him again.
Some complimented him, "Boss, you are amazing. This light is so green, it's unique." Some tried to get close to him, "I have a brother from Ronghua, his name is so-and-so, do you know him?" Some offered sincere suggestions, "Boss, I know a man who is very good at making clothes. He can paint your clothes to cover the light. Of course, if you like to shine, he also has luminous paint that can change the color for you... Uh, you are too lazy to change it? Boss, do you like green?"
Jie Fangcheng exchanged a few pleasantries at first, but after a while he felt as uncomfortable as a otaku who was forced to participate in a team building event, so he simply stood up and went to visit the wax figure exhibition with Zhang Daoan.
When Xie Fangcheng walked over, Zhang Daoan was facing a wax figure of an old man.
These wax figures are indeed lifelike. Even the pores on the wax shell of the old man in front of me are clearly visible. He has a gray wig and is wearing a rich purple satin Zhongshan suit. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary old man who just came back from morning exercise in the park.
"Have you found anything?" asked Jie Fangcheng.
He just asked casually, but he didn't expect that Zhang Daoan actually found something wrong.
"Look at his shoes."
Xie Fangcheng lowered his head.
This old man, dressed like a wealthy man, had a lot of mud on the edges of his shoes.
"The wax figures here don't look poor, but the shoes on the feet of young people are generally clean, while the shoes of the elderly are often covered in mud."
Hearing this, Jie Fangcheng also turned around and found that it was really as Zhang Daoan said.
"Also, these elderly people have calluses on their hands and bad skin on their faces. It's obvious that they must have done farm work when they were young. And their clothing styles are very uniform. They prefer silk and satin. I saw that some of them wear the same brand of clothes."
Xie Fangcheng asked: "What does this mean?"
"This means that these elderly people are likely from the same place." Zhang Daoan looked upstairs and said, "I guess... they and the deputy store manager upstairs are from the same village."
Although this guess has no basis in fact, Jie Fangcheng has experienced how terrible his "I guess" is. The guesses this person can say are often after he has thought about it countless times in his mind and has already guessed several possibilities. The one he finally says is the most likely one after careful consideration.
"Do you want to go to the second floor to take a look?" asked Zhang Daoan.
"OK."
As they spoke, the two of them walked toward the second floor from the pile of wax figures.
Although everyone on the first floor was chatting, their attention was still on the two of them.
At this time, seeing two people walking upstairs, several people also stood up.
"Brother, are you going upstairs to look for clues?"
Do you guys have any different solution
Everyone was still very curious about how the boss passed the level, so they followed him upstairs.
Second floor.
As soon as they stepped onto the stairs to the second floor, someone couldn't help but fan the air in front of their nose.
"What's that smell?"
It was an indescribable fishy smell, like something that had been soaked in the water for a long time and then was fished out of the water.
The smell was not strong. When people were on the first floor, what they smelled most was the smell of wax. It was not until they reached the second floor that they smelled this smell.
There were a total of six rooms on the second floor, two of which were locked. Before inviting Jie Fangcheng and the other two to come in, Qi Chanyang and several players secretly opened the locks and went in to take a look while the deputy manager was not paying attention.
There was nothing special in there, just some sundries, old clothes, old furniture and the like. The unlocked room contained some commonly used tools for making wax figures, and the box in the corner was basically filled with wigs and the like.
Of the other three rooms, two are bedrooms, one belongs to the deputy manager, and one belongs to the manager whom I have never met.
There is also a workshop. The deputy manager has been in the workshop. When opening and closing the door, Qi Chanyang vaguely saw that it looked like a study room, with a large table and seemingly a refrigerator.
At this time, the stench came from the workshop.
Jie Fangcheng arrived at the door. He didn't have any tools to pick the lock, so he kicked the door of the workshop open very simply.
The strong stench that hit me instantly filled the entire wax museum, and with it came a chill.
Pale light shone through the broken door, and after seeing the scene inside, everyone couldn't help but retreat.
"Depend on!!"
Inside the door, the deputy manager was also motionless. He sat on a low chair with a flashlight at his feet.
He lowered his head slightly, and a soft, kind smile appeared on his stiff face as he looked at the "person" in his arms.
It was the rotten body of a young girl in her teens who had just been taken out of the refrigerator.
The little girl was held in his arms, her rotten skin was covered with wax, and the discolored rotten flesh could be vaguely seen under the solidified wax shell. She was pale and had stitches on her limbs and neck, like a doll that had been pieced together again. She was wearing a beautiful red floral dress and lay quietly in the deputy store manager's arms, with a peaceful expression, as if she was having a sweet dream.
Under the pale light, the old man held the little girl in his arms, the old and the young snuggling together. If we ignore the fact that the girl is dead and the old man is almost dying, the scene actually has a rare warmth and calmness.
Zhang Daoan took a look and then moved his eyes downward.
"She's thawing."
Jie Fangcheng also looked down at the ground.
Tick-tick. Tick-tick.
In the copy where everything was still, the frozen little girl was dripping with a liquid mixed with yellow fat.
Hearing what Zhang Daoan said, everyone took a step back, but Jie Fangcheng took a step forward.
As if he couldn't smell the pungent stench, he walked up to the horrible corpse, squatted down and looked at the little girl in front of him.
The closed eyes finally slowly opened, the pupils rolled up, revealing only the whites of the eyes covered with blue bloodshot.
The little girl turned her head stiffly and "looked" at Jie Fangcheng, with her fingers stretched out straight as if she wanted to strangle him.
Faced with such a horrifying scene, Jie Fangcheng just sighed.
He stretched out his hand and gently covered the little girl's eyelids.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Two streams of yellow tears flowed from those eyes, and everyone seemed to vaguely hear a somewhat shrill and mournful cry.
When Jie Fangcheng moved his hand away, the little girl fell into a deep sleep again.
Zhang Daoan handed him a handkerchief, and Xie Fangcheng took it and wiped the liquid off his hands.
The people around looked at each other.
Qi Chanyang couldn't help but ask: "What's going on?"
Jie Fangcheng, who had always been carefree, was silent at this moment. He just shook his head.
"Let's look for clues."
From the time Qi Chanyang met him, this big guy has always been able to eat, drink and sleep, and is a complete social animal who likes to take advantage of the situation. His genuine and ingrained leisure can drive a serious player like Qi Chanyang crazy.
This was the first time that Qi Chanyang felt something very depressing and dull from him.
But the next second, this depressing and dull atmosphere was like a fleeting illusion. Jie Fangcheng said, "Let's go look for clues," and sat down on the chair, still looking lazy.
Qi Chanyang: “…”
Zhang Daoan turned his head to look at Jie Fangcheng, his eyes moving, and it was unknown what he was thinking. But when Jie Fangcheng raised his head and looked at him, he withdrew his gaze.
The workshop is not big, and there are some common tools on the table. At a glance, you can tell that there are no important clues.
Everyone searched the room thoroughly, and soon someone found a thick bundle of grid paper.
This bundle of grid paper looks the same as the one found in the deputy manager's bedroom, so they must have been purchased from the same batch.
But after opening the grid, the font inside was completely different from that of the deputy manager. It was crooked, some strokes were heavy, some were light, and you could tell at a glance that it was written by a real child.
In the first box of each page, there is the handwriting of the deputy manager.
The old man carefully wrote a demonstration word at the beginning of each page for the children to copy. The children's handwriting was not good, but it was obvious that they were very serious. Each word was written very well. Some of the lines were whitened by the eraser, perhaps because they wrote a wrong word and rewrote it.
The one practicing calligraphy should be the child in the old man’s arms, right
I don't know how long I practiced calligraphy like this before I accumulated such a large stack of grids.
After flipping through so many grid papers, another person's handwriting finally appeared in the middle.
That should be the store manager. His handwriting looks very nice and you can tell at a glance that he has practiced it specially.
He wrote a small half-book of demonstration characters for the child, and that small half-book of his demonstration characters was like an imperial edict to the uneducated grandfather and grandson, and was covered with tape and kept well.
It seems that we can infer a general story from here.
The uneducated grandfather and his granddaughter struggled to survive. The kind-hearted wax museum manager took them to the wax museum and taught them how to write.
But what happened later that made this little girl become like this
While everyone was searching, Zhang Daoan approached the grandfather and grandson, who both had their eyes closed, and looked at the deputy manager's neck.
There seemed to be a necklace hanging there.
Zhang Daoan stretched out his hand.
With a "swish" sound, the back of his hand was scratched. Professor Zhang, who was always smart and shrewd, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and retracted his hand reflexively.
The little girl, who had been nestling peacefully in the old man's arms, opened her eyes again and stared at him fiercely, baring her sharp teeth, like a puppy protecting its master.
Xie Fangcheng, who had been sitting there, cried out "Ouch" and quickly pulled Zhang Daoan's hand to take a look.
The little ghost died tragically, having long since turned into a fierce ghost. The scratches from his claws were so deep that the bones were visible, leaving deep marks on the back of Zhang Daoan's hand, and the blood kept flowing down.
Zhang Daoan looked normal, but when he exchanged the potion and drank it, the wound on the back of his hand did not heal.
This is normal... because Jie Fangcheng actually knows this kid, and he was the one who sent it down.
"Look at you, why are you so reckless?"
It was unknown to whom Xie Fangcheng said this. He gently patted the back of Zhang Daoan's hand, and the bleeding stopped, but the wound was still there.
"There's no other way. You have to recover by yourself. Potions are useless." Her attack was of the same type as Jie Fangcheng's. Both acted on the soul, so external interference was useless.
After treating the wound, Xie Fangcheng turned around and gently patted the female ghost's head.
"What are you doing? How dare you act rashly here? Be careful or you won't even be able to be a ghost!"
His identity should have been very intimidating, but the little ghost looked at him, blinked, and closed his eyes again.
Xie Fangcheng sighed, reached out and took off the necklace from the deputy manager's neck and handed it to Zhang Daoan.
"You want this?"
After taking it, Zhang Daoan said "hmm" and looked at the necklace, but his mind didn't seem to be on it.
"you know?"
Jie Fangcheng scratched his head, looked around, and coughed again.
"I guess so." He leaned closer to Zhang Daoan and whispered, "Although this little ghost is a fierce ghost, she was created by humans. She is just a weapon. Many crimes should not be counted on her."
Zhang Daoan nodded: "Manager Xie was soft-hearted and spared her life?"
"That's not the case. If we let her continue to float, something will happen sooner or later... Anyway, it's quite complicated. Now she is considered an illegal resident of the underworld." As he spoke, Jie Fangcheng frowned and then relaxed his brows. "It seems that she is also a helper summoned by the Book of Life and Death. I don't know why she didn't become a player like Lang Gu, but instead became an NPC in the dungeon."
(End of this chapter)