Before entering the dungeon, the player will have a vacuum period of nothingness.
Man floats in the endless, real tide-like darkness, as if placed in a biological chamber filled with a sticky nutrient solution.
In this process, players do not have any autonomy at all, and can only passively receive copy information.
But this time, what sounded in Nan Zhou's ear was not the narration-style introduction with a mechanical sense before the start of the [Xiao Ming's Daily] dungeon.
It is a pure sound without pictures.
The sound of high-speed running footsteps and the sound of terrified gasps were intertwined.
"huh...huh..."
The frantic, rhythmic breathing sound made people feel the burning pain in the throat during intense exercise and the astringent smell of blood rising from the lungs just by listening to it.
The man was running all the way, and suddenly he seemed to trip over something and fell to the ground.
The moment the man's body slammed into the ground, Nan Zhou heard a small sound.
"sand-"
He couldn't tell what the sound was.
Is it the rubbing sound of the fabric and the ground after a fall
Or is it the sound of electromagnetic interference
Because it is too short, it is impossible to judge at all.
But it can be judged that the person who made the sound is running for his life.
In escaping death, in escaping a very terrible thing.
Because when Nan Zhou fell, he heard a clear sound of broken teeth.
But the people in the recording didn't even have time to send out sex.
He rolled over and continued to run forward.
He fled embarrassedly into the stairwell.
—Because the footsteps echoed louder than before.
After going down two floors, he broke into the elevator.
—Because of the incessant sound of keystrokes and restless pacing.
-Ding.
The elevator has arrived.
After the sound of pressing a button to select a layer, it was followed by the sound of the mechanical operation of the steel box slowly closing.
Nan Zhou was wondering why the man put himself in a steel cage from which he couldn't escape, and there was a small sound of footsteps walking on tiptoe in his ears.
… The man used the elevator to mislead the pursuers.
He summoned the elevator and only pressed the floor number, but no one got in.
If the thing chasing him also comes to the elevator on this floor, and sees the elevator in operation, it is very likely that he will go after him directly.
He could dodge it.
She left the elevator with a shrill sound of tiptoes, went to a room on the first floor, and quietly unscrewed the door handle.
Very quiet all around.
Therefore, the normal and weak rubbing sound of the door spring is as if it is swiping against the nerve of a person's teeth.
Extra sharp.
squeak—
It was the sound of the tin cabinet closing again.
The man finally hid himself in a safe place.
After hiding, he finally began to speak.
It was a young male voice, his voice chaotic, suppressed and short.
"Save me, save me, save me, save me..."
"We shouldn't be there, that place doesn't exist, so we can't exist either—"
"Hu Li is dead, he is dead, I remember, why don't you remember—"
There is no logic in the muttering, revealing a half insanity, about to collapse.
Is he calling someone, or is he mumbling nervously
Suddenly, everything went quiet.
Even the nervous gasping sound was choked by the man's life.
Because the door he closed with great care was opened from the outside without warning.
"sand-"
"sand-"
"sand-"
It was like the sound of some kind of creature crawling on the ground.
Soso... rustling...
The sound went from far to near, all the way to the front of the tin cabinet.
Nan Zhou heard the tremor of the legs of the person in the cabinet.
His trembling legs kept hitting the bottom of the cabinet, and even the entire cabinet shuddered with fear.
There is no point in hiding.
… the tide has gone.
squeak-
The door opened.
What followed was a long silence.
No screams, no screams, no desperate screams and whimpers before dying.
All sounds were pulled away. Only pure tranquility remains.
As if the thrilling pursuit just now was just a dream.
Nan Zhou pricked up his ears, trying to get some residual information from this dead silence.
Suddenly, a eloquent male voice rang in his ear.
Just now, the voice was still arrogantly and in a low voice.
Now, in this boundless darkness, he is standing beside Nan Zhou, pressing Nan Zhou's ear and speaking to him.
The sound was not too loud, not too small, but it was creepy enough.
"—I went."
"Nan Zhou, when are you coming?"
[The game officially starts after 30 seconds. 】
[The game time is 120 hours. 】
[Before the game time ends, don't go crazy and survive. 】
…is this a time-limited survival game
Without giving Nan Zhou a chance to think about it, a large, dense rustling sound came surging, like a muffled sound caused by electromagnetic interference.
Also like a swarm of mice swarming from the soles of his feet and over his head.
His feet were on firm ground again.
When the surrounding ambient light gradually turned on, Nan Zhou first heard the screams pouring into his eardrums and the referee's whistle.
Then he smelled the rubber of the basketball and the faint smell of sweat.
Nan Zhou closed his eyes and could see the pale red blood vessels on his eyelids reflected by the sunlight.
After making sure that his eyes would not be burned by the sudden light, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Set sail for your dreams, dare to be the next wave!"
"Play wonderful, play to win, play to the future!"
The first goal was two bright red slogans, followed by two teams facing each other in one field, as well as a scoreboard showing the 70:71 score between the Architecture Department and the Mathematics Department, and a large-screen timer with only 23 seconds left to count down.
… He was watching a basketball game.
Li Yinhang and Jiang Fang, who had entered the dungeon with him, were no longer by his side.
Nan Zhou was not in a hurry to find them.
He sat on the spot, turned his wrist, confirmed the butterfly tattoo on his wrist, looked down at the shape of his ankle bone, and then raised his hand to touch the outline of his ear.
Well, the face is still this face.
It's just that the clothes on his body have changed, replaced by a white shirt and a dark red sweater jacket, with a casual tie, a typical college style.
Surrounded by s***, a lot of people's voices, it doesn't seem to have any factors that can make people hang up and go crazy.
When Nanzhou was integrating information, the basketball competition over there was already clear.
The construction team in orange autumn clothes successfully scored a goal.
The 70 on the scoreboard jumped to 72, and the countdown had 4 seconds to go to zero.
The overall situation has been set, and the limit is overtaken.
The stand where Nan Zhou was located immediately set off a tsunami.
According to the reactions of the surrounding audience, Nan Zhou quickly made a judgment.
I'm in the Department of Architecture, opposite the Department of Mathematics.
The Department of Architecture was probably beaten by the Department of Mathematics from the beginning, and finally succeeded in overtaking with only a few seconds left until the end of the game.
A short junior next to Nan Zhou came up and pinched Nan Zhou's shoulders, jumping and scolding, shouting heartily: "You are awesome! Seniors, we are awesome!"
Nan Zhou was shaken by him, but he didn't resist.
Although he used his own face, it was clear that the NPCs in the copy had successfully modified their memories, completely treating them as the people they knew before.
--gt;gt;
Just after he figured this out, Nan Zhou saw his younger brother make a fist, the heart of the fist was inward, and it reached straight in front of him.
The boy looked at Senior Nan Zhou expectantly, and wanted to punch him up and down to vent his sullen anger.
Nan Zhou was a little surprised.
But he still reached out and grabbed his wrist, adjusting the direction of his force and the posture of his fist.
Apprentice: "?"
Nan Zhou nodded affirmatively, and told him with his eyes: This way, hitting someone would be more painful.
After patiently educating his younger brother, Nan Zhou stood up and was about to find his teammates.
Without warning, a faint sound suddenly came from his ear.
"sand… "
Nan Zhou stopped and looked back.
He saw nothing.
He rubbed his ears.
I don't know if it was his illusion, the rustling sound seemed to come from the depths of his ear canal.
…
This transmission is indeed random.
After listening to a strange recording, Jiang Fang appeared in a descending elevator.
Next to him are two foreign students who speak Russian.
While listening to their conversation, Jiang Fang opened the bag with the words [International Students Department of Jinjing University School of Management] printed on his hand.
He quickly turned over several textbooks one by one, raised his head, and confirmed that his face had not changed on the slightly reflective elevator car wall.
When he walked out of the international student apartment, Jiang Fang looked around, thinking about where to look for Nanzhou, when he heard a temporary interlude from the public speaker next to the apartment building that was playing Schubert's piano music:
"Dear students, Nan Zhou from the Department of Architecture is lost. Anyone who knows Nan Zhou from the Department of Architecture, please come to the broadcast room to pick him up."
…
Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang arrived in the broadcasting room almost on their feet.
Nan Zhou sat alone on the wooden bench in the broadcasting room, his back was straight, and in his hand he was holding the lock of the receipt box that he had taken from the previous copy.
But the lock that had been firmly locked had popped out.
Jiang Fang tapped on the glass.
Nan Zhou raised his head when he heard the sound, stood up, stuck his head out of the broadcast room, and announced straight to the point—
"I steal level 1."
After being successfully claimed by his teammates, Nan Zhou exchanged information with them.
The audio content they heard was much the same.
A man was wanted - tried to use the elevator to lure him away - hid in the room's tin cabinet - was found.
The only difference is that the subject of the man's last whisper is different.
The basic sentence pattern is, "XX, when are you coming".
When he heard this sentence, Li Yinhang's san value immediately dropped by 2 points, and it hasn't recovered until now.
She can only listen to Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, the two big men who don't seem to have a nerve to express their opinions on the current intelligence.
Jiang Fang said: "That person can call each of us by name, which means he knows us."
Nan Zhou hummed: "You can start with this investigation. According to the setting, we went somewhere together and provoked something."
Chances are it's the sort of thing that makes a rustling noise.
Nan Zhou added: "A man named Hu Li died. We can start from Hu Li."
Jiang Fang mentioned another thing at this time: "Are you okay?"
Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows.
What should I be wrong
"The task time is 120 hours, and the risk factor is relatively high." Jiang Fang said, "Even if you don't die, it may affect your spirit."
Said, Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou: "I'm a little worried..." You.
But that word hung on the tip of his tongue, he hesitated, unable to say it.
Nan Zhou felt that the issues raised by Jiang Fang were indeed worthy of attention.
It is definitely too late to wait until the san value is zero and then make up for it.
How can we judge in time whether there is a problem with the mental state of a teammate
So, after a short thought, he suggested, "Let's agree on a safe word."
Li Yinhang: "...??" Is this how the word is used
Nan Zhou noticed Li Yinhang's complicated expression and nodded knowingly: "Yinhang probably doesn't know what the safety word means."
Li Yinhang: "..."
Nan Zhou: "It's..."
Li Yinhang hurriedly stopped him from saying more words of tigers and wolves with this cold and hopeless face: "Know, know, know."
Jiang Fang raised his hand and interjected with a smile: "But I don't know what it means, I want to hear an explanation."
Li Yinhang: "..." Jiang Fang, is it your intention
Nan Zhou really gave an honest explanation: "For example, my safe word is..."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an English sentence under the "Do not make noise" warning sign posted on the corridor.
Nan Zhou continued: "And your safe word is..."
Jiang Fang took the initiative to pick it up: "'Sir'."
Nan Zhou nodded: "my safe word is 'please', your safe word is 'sir'. When I find that your spirit is seriously shaken, I will call you please, as long as you can answer I say 'sir' to prove that you still have reason. That's the safe word."
Li Yinhang: "..." This is a safe word for a hammer.
Isn't this the secret code of "The King of Heaven and Earth Tiger, the Pagoda Town River Demon".
But Jiang Fang didn't correct it, instead he played with him: "Then let's try it out."
Nan Zhou: "please."
Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Sir."
Li Yinhang: "..." Jiang Fang, did you mean it
But Nanzhou had no idea about this. After successfully connecting with Jiang Fang, he asked her, "Yinhang, what are you using..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.
In order to facilitate the conversation, before they knew it, they had already walked to the stairwell where there was no one, and walked down while talking.
Nan Zhou sensed something discordant, stopped Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang, put his index finger to his lips, and let out a small shush.
The movement above suddenly disappeared, and the people waiting below couldn't hold back.
The three figures left the shadow of the stairs below, walked upstairs slowly, and crossed the road where the three of them left.
The man at the head is muscular and knotted, and at first glance he is a regular visitor to the gym.
In the first instance, the fitness coach Xiao Shen they met would probably like him very much.
The other two were not bad either, and their stature was comparable to the two iron-blooded tough guys who charged into battle with guns in Contra.
The man in the lead said with a half-smile, "We also heard your broadcast. There are students who get lost in the school? This is too strange."
He concluded: "You are also dungeon players."
Nan Zhou was not surprised by this result.
He dared to use the broadcasting station, and he originally planned to gather other players together.
So he answered frankly: "Yes. All three of us."
The other party grinned: "That's good."
This time it was a 7-player dungeon, and they should have had 4 teammates.
But seeing their malicious expressions, even Li Yinhang realized that what they encountered this time was not the "Tailwind" led by Shen Jie, and it was not Yu Tuisi who wanted to seize the right to speak and command at the beginning. "Nanshan", moderate and conservative, to win steadily.
Whether it is "Shunfeng" or "Nanshan", at least they want to seek cooperation and pass the test together.
In front of the three burly men, it was impossible to see any intention of "cooperating" with them.
Nan Zhou looked at the three people who were pressing forward step by step without moving, and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Without the bonus of the long trench coat, Nan Zhou's uneasy and mysterious temperament was cut by three points.
His appearance is in a literary and artistic style, his skin is so white that light is translucent, facing the barrage of light from the stairs and windows, he pokes there coldly, so that the person with bad intentions can't help but want to frivolously "tsk" ' he said.
"We didn't want to do anything, we just wanted to teach newcomers a lesson. ... You don't think that there is no risk in PVE mode, right?"
The man sneered, showing a shark-like tooth, and pointed the shiny Swiss knife at Nanzhou, simulating the action of picking his chin, and twitching his lower abdomen twice in the air: "What props are there on him? , hand them over." :,