Half Immortal

Chapter 10: Promenade Hotel (10)

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Seeing Gao Ming's expression, Yan Wei knew that he guessed right.

These two people are different from the other initial players who don't know anything. From the very beginning of entering the dungeon, Gao Ming was quite calm, and there was no big problem with the direction he had been in all along. And he is also the first player to propose that "ladder" is an abstract concept of breaking the game. Gao Ming didn't even stay on all the stairs of the Promenade Hotel like other players, as if he had decided from the beginning that "stairs" were not a physical concept.

Although Sun Shi is not as high-quality as Gao Ming, but the sentence "life-saving things" that he leaked just now is enough to show that Sun Shi is not a first-time player either.

The surrounding corridors are quiet and treacherous, with portraits and mirrors interlaced, reflecting a bleak light. Yan Mingguang put away the blade, sat silently by the side, and did not respond to what Yan Wei said, as if he really instructed Yan Wei.

Gao Ming pushed his glasses nervously.

Yan Wei said very casually: "Whether it's a virtual game or this kind of life-and-death dungeon, as long as there is a sequence of starting to pass through the level, it is normal to have old players. But I remember Lou said that after passing the level Then you will enter the next floor? Then why are there old players on the first floor? You still seem... don't want us to know?"

His pale brown eyes moved, his thin lips curled up slightly, and his voice was clear and clear.

Yan Wei seemed to be chatting with a friend. After speaking, he gracefully picked up the napkin in front of the table, and wiped the corners of his mouth bit by bit with vegetable sauce. In the end, he actually had to take out an unknown number of packs of wet tissues and wipe the corners of his mouth again.

Gao Ming looked at him and gradually relaxed his vigilance.

After a while, Gao Ming sighed: "Actually, Yan Mingguang saw it, and I don't say that you will guess it sooner or later. Yes, Sun Shi and I are not the initial players, we are the players who have fallen from the building."

Yan Mingguang raised his eyes, a trace of surprise flashed across his calm face.

Yan Wei blinked, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly. He murmured: "... The player who descended?"

"Yes. If we can get out of the dungeon alive, you will find that the building is actually a complete world. It even has a living area and an entertainment area for players to live in. The life there is even the same as the world we came in. You can also use points to redeem Everything, achieve everything... I say far, the most important point is that Lou is very balanced."

"There are three concepts under the rules: raising the building, descending the building, and gambling on the building. Under the rules of the building, the number of floors does not have to be climbed one by one. If the player has confidence in his strength, he can directly jump over several floors—this is called Lifting the stairs. And why Sun Shi and I are in the first floor dungeon is because of the descending stairs. From the second floor dungeon, in addition to the ascending ladder, there is also a descending ladder in the building. If the player finds the descending ladder before dying You can also leave the dungeon alive, but it is considered a failure of the dungeon, and you need to lower the floor and go through the level again. How many floors you lower depends on the failure of the dungeon. Whether it is lifting or descending, it will increase the difficulty of the dungeon."

Yan Wei sneered silently.

Even if it is going down, it is an old player who is better than the players on the current floor, and both going down and up will increase the difficulty, which is very unfriendly to players who are already on this floor.

This so-called balance is actually the law of the jungle.

He glanced at Yan Mingguang, and this time it was Yan Mingguang who spoke: "So you failed to climb the building and appeared on the first floor?"

Yan Mingguang's tone was extremely light, and his voice was warm and cool. Gao Ming didn't dare to neglect, and nodded quickly: "Yes, I'm actually a second-tier player. Although I have two or three dungeon experience, my strength is very ordinary. I failed when climbing the third floor. I was lucky enough to find the stairs to escape. I was lowered two floors and appeared here. Sun Shi should be the same. He may have been lucky in the previous copy and got the props, so He escaped with props in the studio."

His eyebrows twitched: "The gambling building...?"

Gao Ming took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and said very worriedly: "Starting from the second floor, if the difficulty of the dungeon is much higher than the difficulty of the current floor-this is usually brought by too many players who have descended or raised the stairs. And if the player in the dungeon has the ability to survive, the dungeon will be broadcast live in the entertainment area of the world inside the building, and the game will start."

gambling? … interesting.

Yan Wei smiled silently.

Gao Ming continued: "If a dungeon starts live broadcast and gambling, players in the world inside the building can choose to use points to bet on the success of the dungeon. Players who win the bet can get the right to choose the next dungeon. Players who lose the bet It will be passively arranged in the copy that the least people choose—that is usually the hardest. The gambling building is very fascinating, but there are also many players who lost the bet because the copy is too difficult and died on this shortcut.”

"What about the floor...?"

"That's why I don't want you to know." Gao Ming wiped his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses with a grimace. "You should hear the beep now."

Before Gao Ming finished speaking, Lou's notification sounded in Yan Wei's mind.

[Because you already know that the world inside the building exists, the remaining functions of the information panel will be opened for you in advance. Players can now enter the exchange mall, casino interface, etc. from the information panel. ]

[It is detected that the player discovers the rules of the building in advance in the copy of the first floor, opens the mall, and the gambling floor panel, and the player gets rewards: 1 point for body index, 1 point for perception, and 1 point for points. At the same time, in order to balance the dungeon, the difficulty of the dungeon is increased. ]

[It is detected that the difficulty of the dungeon exceeds the limit, the current dungeon will passively open the gambling building, and players in the dungeon that already has a gambling building interface can also participate in the betting. ]

At this moment, the same notification sounded in the minds of all players.

[Attention all players, the difficulty of the dungeon has been raised. ]

[The location of the copy is the Promenade Hotel, and the duration of the copy is shortened to three days. There are currently two days left in the dungeon, and if the ladder is not found before midnight tomorrow night, it will be considered a customs clearance failure. The limit of ghosts in the dungeon is reduced, and the possibility of triggering death is increased. The possibility of props falling is relatively higher, and the clearance reward is doubled. All players are asked to look for clues and try to survive. ]

The world inside the building, the center of the entertainment area.

In the gambling building area, the glamorous lights are dazzlingly flickering, and the three-dimensional projections on the open square are suspended in the midair of the hustle and bustle—that is the status quo of the dungeon live broadcast that has been greatly increased in difficulty due to various reasons.

In the picture, the skeleton kissing the god statue scratched the player's heart, the pale baker used the player's liver to make a blood-red cake, and the corpse soaked in water... Cruel and bloody scenes came one after another.

Players in the buildings that were not in the dungeon walked under various three-dimensional projections, frantically searching for difficult dungeons worth betting on.

Someone suddenly fell to the ground, with a sad expression on his face, and murmured: "I lost the bet... I'm done, I was assigned to a level 9 difficulty dungeon!? I'm just a level 5 player... I'm doomed... Why should I Bet that the players in this dungeon will pass the level? No one can pass this kind of difficult dungeon!!!”

Suddenly, an empty place on the square slowly fluctuated, the air directly above trembled violently, and a new dungeon was projected live.

——That was actually a super-difficult first-tier dungeon!

"What's going on? A new high-difficulty dungeon has opened the gambling building? Is it the first floor?"

"Is it because there are too many players descending the building to increase the difficulty, or is there a newcomer who knows all the rules of the world inside the building before the dungeon, so the balance mechanism is triggered?"

"Is it because there are too many players who have descended from the building? I know that player! His name is Sun Shi. I have cleared the first level of dungeons with him before. He is not the initial player. However, there are too many newbies in the first level of dungeons. After the difficulty is raised, it is usually the whole army." overwhelmed..."

The person who lost the bet just now rushed over with bright eyes, and without hesitation put all the remaining points in his body on this dungeon, saying: "I failed to press this dungeon! Novice dungeon, how could it be successful?" …I can switch back to the simple copy in no time!"

"..."

After Gao Ming explained everything, he looked at the difficulty of the dungeon somewhat resignedly.

But Yan Wei, who he kept saying to protect and take care of as much as possible, didn't feel distressed. Instead, he studied the information panel alone with great interest.

After a while, Yan Wei frowned slightly, opened a button on the information bar, and said, "If I turn on the privacy button of this gambling building, the projection of the gambling building will no longer cut to my perspective, and it will also see my view." Mosaic face?"

His eyes were shining brightly, his expression was casual and natural, and his good-looking face was full of challenge.

Gao Ming stared blankly for a moment, then nodded: "Yes. But... if we clear the level, players who have not turned off their privacy rights will also get rewards from the gambling house. If you turn it off like this, although no one will know your situation, it will also It's no good."

"Why is there no benefit? Gao Ming, when the difficulty increased, Lou rewarded me with points. What do you think these points are used for?"

Gao Ming was stunned for a moment, and within a few seconds, he suddenly realized under Yan Wei's reminder: "This is the hint for players to place bets!"

"Giving up the reward of opening the live broadcast view also makes those who watch the projection know nothing about us—knowing nothing means they won't gamble," Yan Wei smiled, "the odds of successfully clearing the level will naturally be very high. Gao, at this time, I bet to pass the level successfully, and the feedback I receive will be much better than simply turning on the projection."

He put his only point into the gambling building interface, chose the option of "Player Perfect Clearance" without hesitation, and placed his bet.

Yan Mingguang also finished all this without saying a word.

Afterwards, Yan Wei patted Gao Ming on the shoulder calmly, and said to him, "Thank you for telling me this. I promise, what I bring is not only an increase in difficulty... but also a doubled reward."

The young man stood up slowly and gathered the sides of the windbreaker. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the increase in difficulty that made all the players turn pale didn't affect him at all, but made his eyes full of confidence.

"Go," Yan Wei raised his eyebrows, "Let's go to the hospital."

Gao Ming suddenly couldn't accept the contrast between Yan Wei and Yan Wei, until the three of them arrived at the hospital, Gao Ming still hadn't recovered.

Afterwards, after watching Yan Wei enter the hospital with his own eyes, Gao Ming pretended to be a delivery man and communicated with the security personnel for a while. After getting the information, Yan Mingguang knocked out Anbao, Yan Wei put on Anbao's clothes, and chatted for a while with an intern who just arrived.

It didn't take long for Yan Wei to play everything from the delivery man to the security guard to the intern to the doctor in the archives room, and finally got the necessary clues in the archives room.

Gao Ming was dumbfounded: "You, you used to pretend...?" He thought he had a lot of experience before, and he was half an old player anyway, and he even said many times to take care of Yan Wei!

He was a little ashamed: "My class is messed up..."

Yan Wei just smiled silently, printed out the retrieved files, and said in a calm manner: "The duplication time is compressed, we only have 30 hours left, we have to find out the key quickly. This hospital Sure enough, there are important clues, the owner of the hotel—that is, the painter of all the portraits, saw a doctor in the psychological department of this hospital ten years ago.”

The printer made a rustling sound, printing out a case and a file of medical staff.

Yan Wei first picked up the medical case ten years ago.

Beside him, Yan Mingguang slowly spread out the artist's self-portrait they got. The case was placed side by side with the self-portrait, and the man in the self-portrait was exactly the same as the photo of the patient in the case!

"This painter came to this hospital ten years ago to see a mental illness," Yan Wei turned to the next page, which was the description of the condition, "He said he had a mental disorder. He was very talented in painting. The portraits he draws have an innate aura. Coupled with his pursuit of perfection, each painting is very delicate. He made a lot of money from portraits, and even opened a house dedicated to displaying paintings The Promenade Hotel. But one day, for some unknown reason, his aura seemed to be drained, and he could no longer draw the eyes that made the portraits come to life...”

And so the painter went into a frenzy.

He came to the hospital to see a doctor, took various medicines and treatments, and even hired a professional psychological counselor in this hospital to go to the Promenade Hotel to give him psychological counseling every few days. But this didn't seem to be of much use. Instead, his psychological barrier became more and more serious, and he could no longer draw vivid eyes.

Yan Wei turned the case record to the penultimate page, and the diagnosis on it also stated that the patient's condition was getting worse.

But on the next page, which is the last page, on July 3rd ten years ago, the painter recovered.

"This..." Gao Ming looked surprised, "The condition was deteriorating the day before, but he was completely cured in the last page? This..."

Yan Wei had a vague guess in his mind: "He suddenly found a way to draw eyes. Moreover, on the same day, ten years ago, on July 3rd, the psychiatrist who saw him disappeared."

Yan Wei scrolled down again—it was the information of the doctor who saw the painter.

In the upper right corner of the information is a photo of a passport. The woman in the photo is wearing braids and a white coat with a gentle smile.

And her look...

It was the only complete portrait of a female doctor in the studio on the top floor of the hotel!