You don't have to be so emotional, do you? It's Xin Shen's right to decide when to go to the dungeon. Some players haven't done it for years and nothing has happened. Didn't Xin Shen not show up for only half a month
The Shentian Guild called out his name specifically, shouldn't he come out and show himself
The dog barked at you, and you turned around and barked at the dog again? Why did God Xin have to come out when God of Heaven called him? Doesn't our God Xin have any dignity
That's not the case. If Baili Xin hadn't provoked the Shentian Guild, so many people wouldn't have died.
Oh, I'm so angry. The perverted murderer killed someone, but the victims didn't blame the perverted murderer or seek revenge on him. Instead, they barked at the other victims. What kind of perverse logic is this? Do you think our God Xin is too kind? Why don't you scold the people of Shentian Guild? Why? Are you afraid of retaliation? Coward, coward.
Word of the post spread quickly.
After reading for a while, Baili Xin closed the forum, stretched his body gently and leaned back on the sofa to rest.
In my mind, the escape system said softly: Lord Baili Xin, do you still remember that you asked me to investigate the garbage recycling station
Baili Xin hummed, and his eyes fell on the garden outside the window, which was immersed in the beautiful moonlight. "Do you remember that I asked you to help me find information about "Lin Xiao"? Did you find it?"
Escape System: I searched through all the recycle bin information and only found one clue about Lin Xiao.
He once appeared in an extremely cold copy.
Male, around 30 years old.
Unknown identity, unknown attributes, unknown origin.
Baili Xin paused: What do you mean by unknown identity, unknown attributes, and unknown origin
Escape system: This means that we don’t know where he came from, whether he is a player, his occupation, and other information.
The slender middle finger was bent into a bow shape and tapped the armrest unconsciously. The young man's gaze fell to the window, but the look in his eyes slowly became deep and distant, and he fell into deep thought. Okay, thank you Tongmei, you have worked hard.
Escape System: Sorry, that wasn't much help.
"clatter"
"clatter"
"clatter"
There was a rhythmic knocking sound on wooden objects in the hall, and Baili Xin said slowly: What kind of copy is that extreme cold copy
Escape System: It is a team instance that is half archaeology and half exploration. That instance is a very old instance and has been closed for a long time.
The rhythmic knocking sound paused: What was the reason for the suspension
Escape system: A monster appeared in that instance. It was not a fully automatic brain system like ours. Each instance had a task guide. Legend has it that the task guides, who were supposed to be safe and sound, were almost all annihilated by the monster in that instance, and only a few survivors managed to escape. The main brain determined that this instance was an uncontrollable instance and blocked it.
Baili Xin: What about these survivors? Where are they now
Escape system: I left long ago. Although you players can stay young forever in the game lobby, the time here is also flowing bit by bit. If you calculate it based on your 24-hour daily time, it was a hundred years ago.
The so-called task guides are specially selected from the more outstanding players. After this incident, the main brain realized the fragility of the players. Once the guides are destroyed, it will affect the progress of the game. Later, we, the systems that will not perish, were created.
Blissin: …
When Tongmei mentioned the Cold Winter Expedition Team, he remembered a photo he had seen in the library.
The photo was posted in the history of the development of horror games. It was a group photo of a group of people wearing thick down jackets standing in front of a house on a snowy mountain.
I just don't know if there is any connection between the two.
Lin Xiao calls himself the "Orderer", but the people in this game don't seem to know the existence of the "Orderer".
What is the Orderer
Listening to the meaningful conversation between Lin Xiao and me when he left, I think they will meet again in the future, right
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Day 3, morning.
Baili Xin packed up his belongings and stared at the clock on the wall. When the hour hand stopped at "9" and the minute hand stopped at "12", he decisively applied to enter the copy.
The moment the familiar system prompt sounded, a long-lost black vortex appeared in front of him.
The process of entering a dungeon always makes people feel uncomfortable, and Baili Xin doesn't want to adapt to this discomfort at all. After a brief stomach and head discomfort, the scene in front of him gradually changed from endless black to a narrow room.
The room was dark, and the air was filled with a mixture of rust and blood. His body was damp and sticky, and his soaked clothes stuck to him, making him uncomfortable.
There was a noticeable sense of weight on his wrists and ankles. Baili Xin glanced over and found that his current posture was very bad.
He had metal chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles, and he sat numbly on a cold black metal chair. There were many torture instruments hanging on the walls around him, and his clothes had changed from the clean white shirt and gray pants he wore before to a ragged blue and gray prison uniform.
In the damp and cramped room, there were two other people besides him.
There was a man standing in front of him. He was wearing a neat police uniform similar to those in Western countries, with a dark gold badge hanging on the brim of his black hat.
He was holding a black leather whip about five centimeters in diameter in his hand, looking down at him.
Behind this man, near the door, was a dark rectangular interrogation table. Behind the table stood a man also in uniform, looking at this side with the same expressionless face.
Judging from the scene he knew so far, this should be an interrogation room, and he was the prisoner being interrogated.
Fuck.
Baili Xin couldn't help but curse in his heart.
Ding! The system's programmed cold electric sound rang in my mind, welcoming the player to enter the [Stolen Treasures] dungeon, which is a high-level dungeon with a capacity of ten players.
This is a country with a rich cultural heritage. As a tourist, Mr. X, you, the player, visited the National Museum in the capital with great interest. You are very interested in every artifact, and the one that makes you linger the most is a gem crown called "Kiss of the Sun". It is a ring that Queen Elizabeth of this country once wore in the 16th century. It is a symbol of royal power and is also known as the national treasure of this country.
However, this "Sun Kiss" jeweled crown, which is of great significance to this country, was stolen.
The time of its disappearance was finally locked within a certain ten minutes. During these ten minutes, there were a total of twenty tourists and staff members who appeared near the Sun Kiss, and you were one of them. To prove your innocence, please find out the real murderer who stole the "Sun Kiss".
The mission time for this copy is five days. If you fail to find the real thief after five days, you will be punished for this copy.
Friendly reminder: In order to protect the humanity of players, it is forbidden to attack players in the dungeon. Violators will be punished by the system. Punishment method: beheading.
In addition, this instance is exploitable, and players will randomly trigger tasks while searching for the murderer. Once a task is triggered, the player must accept and complete it, otherwise they will be punished by the system. Friendly reminder: The more wrong investigation directions you make, the more additional tasks you will receive. Excessive distraction of energy and attention will affect the progress of solving the case, so players must be cautious during the search.
The background of the copy game has been explained. The game will start after the countdown ends. I wish the players a happy game.
The countdown begins.
3, 2, 1, 0, the copy game officially begins.
As the system started, the originally stiff screen instantly pressed the start button.
A crisp "pop" sound rang out in the room, and Baili Xin felt a burning pain in his shoulder.
The man pulled back the whip and asked without emotion, "Tell me, where did you hide the crown?"
Baili Xin raised her eyes to look at the man, and was immediately whipped by the man again: "Damn thief, how dare you look at me with such eyes? Haven't you tasted enough of the whip yet?"
The clock on the wall ticked away. Baili Xin drooped his eyelids slightly to cover his eyes, staring at the interrogator's shoes with a frown on his face.
If he wants to find the real thief, the first step is to get out of here.
Baili Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling what the interrogator had just said.
The first sentence asks "Where did you hide the crown?" but not "Are you a thief?"
Isn't this statement too certain? It's as if he has already been determined to be the thief.
This was inconsistent with the information given to him by the system, which said that there were clearly twenty suspects.
"Why are you so sure that the thief is me?" Baili Xin panted slightly. He opened his mouth to speak but found his voice was hoarse and difficult. "I am just a tourist who loves history and cultural relics. Is this how you treat guests in your country?"
The interrogator was disdainful. His dark eyes looked down at the disheveled young man with contempt, as if he was looking at a dirty bug: "Eight people have already pointed out that you are suspicious. There are so many witnesses here, and you still want to quibble? Tell the truth, and you won't suffer so much." Baili Xin's jawline tightened.
Eight people identified him
Where did these eight people come from
This copy is for ten people, there are nine other people besides myself.
Could it be that the ones who pointed the finger at me were from the Shentian Guild and its affiliated players
But doesn’t everyone start the game at the same time
Is there really something wrong with the identity I'm playing
Or did the people from the Shentian Guild use special methods to arrive at this copy earlier than me
Baili Xin: "Did you find the crown from me?"
The interrogator pulled the chain hard, pulled up the embarrassed young man and forced him to look directly at him: "I'm asking you because I didn't find it, cunning thief, tell us quickly, where did you hide the crown?"
The cold metal chain cut into his flesh through his wet clothes, making Baili Xin feel very uncomfortable. He took two deep breaths secretly, raised his eyelids and looked directly into the other person's sharp gaze, "Where did you catch me?"
The interrogator's brows suddenly knitted together, his features shrank in anger. "Now I am asking you questions, not you asking me. Get your position clear, Mr. Thief."
Baili Xin sneered: "If you focus on me, the real thief will get away. You said that eight people pointed out me at the same time. This alone is very strange, don't you think?"
"If everyone is really curious and interested in the museum's artifacts, everyone's attention should be focused on the artifacts in front of them. Who would notice me?"
"But someone noticed that there were not just one, but eight."
"During the ten minutes when the surveillance disappeared, how long did I stay in front of the artifact? Were the people who pointed me out all at once or did they appear one after another? If they appeared one after another, had I left when they appeared? If I had left, how did they notice my abnormality?"
"I didn't think I made any strange noises in the museum, but how did these people notice me?"
"It was like they were specifically monitoring me, or they found me as a scapegoat among the twenty people."
"My life is worthless, but your goal is to find the thief? Your ultimate goal is to find the crown, right?"
"I'm not the real thief. I was just framed. Even if you kill me, I can't get the crown."
"Interrogate me, but it would be more fruitful to interrogate those eight people. Maybe this was a gang operation, and the crown was stolen by those eight people."
"You are simply quibbling!" The interrogator angrily grabbed Baili Xin's thin collar, "If I didn't want to pry clues out of you, I would really use a soldering iron to weld your mouth shut."
The interrogator stared at Baili Xin with his dark eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something. A light of intimacy rose from his originally cold eyes. He scanned Baili Xin's facial features bit by bit, and his voice became teasing, "I suddenly found that you seem to be quite good-looking. You know, there are many cruel and terrible criminals imprisoned in this cell. They are all extremely vicious. If I throw you into these cells, I really don't know what will happen."
"Perhaps, your dirty body is looking forward to such an encounter?"
Baili Xin's eyes turned cold. The moment his cold gaze turned back, the interrogator felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet. He instinctively let go of Baili Xin and took two steps back.
"That's enough, Henry." The sound of papers shuffling was heard, and the officer who had been silent on the other side spoke up, "He's right. The confessions of the other eight are problematic. Take him to the cell first. Today's interrogation is temporarily over."
The police officer called Henry was still in shock. He looked around the room in panic before calming down. He looked at Baili Xin warily and said, "Well, he's lucky today."
The iron chain that had been tied to the wooden frame was loosened, and the heavy metal chain made a crisp sound of "ding-dong-dong" when it fell to the ground. Officer Henry and another policeman detained Baili Xin on the left and right, passing through the dark corridors and layers of metal gates, and finally sent him to a simple and cold cell.
The cell was a double room with a muddy floor covered with messy weeds.
There were two beds placed in the room, one on the left and one on the right corners. A person was already lying on one of the beds, facing the wall with his back to her. It was unclear whether he was asleep or didn't want to pay attention to the outside world. He didn't react at all when the cell door was opened.
The bed was covered with some dry weeds, and on top of the weeds was a tattered piece of cloth that had been slept on by countless people and was so dirty that you couldn't tell its original color.
Baili Xin hesitated for two seconds, lifted the rag, and sat directly on the hard bed.
When people sat on it, the bed made a fragile "creaking" sound, as if it would break into several pieces in the next second.
The first thing I saw when I entered the copy was the interrogation room. I was whipped in the first second after the copy was opened, and I had to sleep in a cell on the first night.
very nice.
I don’t know if it’s because the temperature here is very low or because his body is soaked in water, but someone like Baili Xin who has a strong resistance to cold also felt a chill that penetrated his body.
The cell was filled with the smell of mold and decay. From time to time, patrolling police officers would pass by outside, but it did not provide any shelter or protection from the cold. The wailing of prisoners could often be heard from around the walls on both sides.
There was a wall behind Baili Xin, but he always felt that the wall was useless. The cold wind rushed through the wall and drilled into his pores.
As there were always police patrols, Baili Xin did not take out warm clothes directly from his backpack. He just shrank his neck and straightened his back to avoid touching the cold wall behind him.
Baili Xin looked at the man in the bed next to him.
From the time he came in until now, this person has been keeping the same posture without changing. He is wearing the same blue-gray striped prison uniform. The thin uniform does not provide any protection from the cold, but he seems to be unaware of the coldness around him and just lies there quietly.
It's too quiet.
Baili Xin suddenly stood up from the bed, took a few quick steps to walk behind the man, grabbed his arm and turned him over.
The man's body was turned over stiffly in the same position as before, his face was already pale. He stared straight ahead with his eyes open, his body curled up like a shrimp, his hands still tucked into his sleeves to keep warm.
His whole body was stiff and he didn't know how long he had been dead.
"Someone come here," Baili Xin shouted to the patrol police outside the door, "Someone has frozen to death in my cell."
The patrolman numbly raised his eyelids and glanced at the bed inside, and said indifferently: "Ah, what a pity, he can be released from prison tomorrow, just need to hold on for one more day."
As he said that, he pushed open the cell door, skillfully carried the body on his shoulders and walked out. When passing by Baili Xin, the patrolman grinned at Baili Xin, showing a circle of white teeth: "Don't worry, you won't be lonely, we will find a new roommate for you right away."
Baili Xin: “.”
Half an hour later, there were rustling footsteps outside Baili Xin's cell door. Soon after, there was a sound of unlocking the cell door, and a figure walked in.
The familiar voice of the patrolman sounded: "Go in, boy, you will sleep here tonight."
As he spoke, the man was pushed, and he took two steps forward, and the metal cell door closed again.
Baili Xin sat on the bed and looked up at the man standing straight at the door in the dim light. The man looked at him with the same gaze.
After a moment, Baili Xin blinked, "Lin Xiao?"
His iconic suit was replaced with a dirty prison uniform, and his meticulous hair became a little messy. Despite this, the man was still as cold and numb as ever, still looking like an emotionless robot.
Not long ago, he had talked to the escape system about Lin Xiao, but he didn't expect that they would meet again under such circumstances.
It's getting more embarrassing each time.
Lin Xiao's expression did not change at all. He nodded slightly towards Baili Xin and greeted him politely: "Nice to meet you again, Baili Xin."
Baili Xin looked at Lin Xiao. From his perspective, Lin Xiao's prison uniform was too large to completely cover him, so that his shoulders and collarbones were exposed to the air.
Some black marks appeared above the shoulders and disappeared above the collarbone. It was a hidden pattern, and Baili Xin could vaguely see that it was a few sharp beast claws.
But he knew that those were not the claws of wild beasts, but dragons carved on the skin.
On Lin Xiao's back, there is a picture of nine dragons carrying a coffin.
Lin Xiao is the "player" he met in the deep-sea laboratory copy. The reason why the word "player" is put in quotation marks is that his identity needs to be verified.
At that time, including Lin Xiao, there were a total of ten people participating in the copy, but after leaving the copy, everyone except himself forgot about Lin Xiao's existence.
Lin Xiao calls himself "the one who makes the order". There are ten copies of him, but everyone remembers only nine of them. Even Dijia doesn't remember Lin Xiao's existence.
When he was in the mermaid laboratory copy, he felt that Lin Xiao was full of secrets. His skin was cold, and those crazy sewer monsters liked to chase living things, but they would not appear behind him.
The escape system once left his brain for a while. The purpose of leaving was to go to the recycling station to find out who Lin Xiao was.
In the end, there was still little gain.
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