When the explosion sounded, the entire castle was in silence.
At midnight, the players were caught off guard by the unexpected good and evil puppets and hidden rules, which caused the initial chaos. But in the second half of the night, the players with a little strength gradually adapted and found their own rhythm. Most of them chose to recharge their energy and make plans first, and not many people were active in the aisle of the castle.
This was supposed to be the last calm before the day's fighting, but the explosion came so suddenly that when it happened, the whole castle was still very quiet, except for the slight footsteps of the villains walking in the aisle Voice.
But within a few minutes, with the sunlight outside the castle, all the players gradually realized what happened to the explosion.
—The light panel under their feet was out.
The numbers that accompanied everyone were completely invisible at this moment, and the floor of the entire castle turned into an ordinary and eerie black.
Someone repeatedly chopped their feet to confirm that the number lights had indeed disappeared, and gritted their teeth: "Damn, we only need to go to the place with more numbers, and we can see a player grab one. How do we judge now..."
"Could it be a new problem in the dungeon? Destroying the lights is not good for everyone."
"... Could it be those players who are not sure to survive?"
"Impossible," the man said to his teammate. "The puppet's number is so important, anyone can think of the power box. Don't forget, even those like us who just want to get a few points and leave, want to pass Waiting for those low-level players who want to destroy the power supply next to the power box, but we didn’t go because we didn’t have the confidence. The competition has started for half a day, I don’t believe that no one with information is waiting next to the power supply, but the powerful players are not doing this to arrest themselves Are you blocking..."
"Let's go out first—it's dawn, everyone is rested. There are players... and the hunt begins."
The first floor of the castle, in front of the power box.
The ground was covered with blood.
In the hours after midnight, more and more less powerful players realized that they were no different from good puppets, and that as the game went on, they would only become the prey of other players. But most of the players who can survive to the 30th or 40th floor have some experience—some of them would think of destroying the power box and hindering the hunting.
But they wanted to come over and destroy the power cord, so Xu Miaomiao naturally wanted to keep someone here to wait.
Those players who think they are smart have already become Bi Anhua's points at this moment.
But at this moment, after a pool of blood, the power box that was originally quietly sitting in the corner was scorched black, and the stench of blood mixed with the smell of burnt in the air.
A player of Bi'anhua stuffed the miniature walkie-talkie into his ear solemnly, and said, "Miaomiao, it's me."
Two identical female voices came from the intercom in an instant: "The light power supply is destroyed."
The player looked at the smoking power box that had been blown up, and his face was very ugly. He was clearly talking to his teammates, but apart from surprise, his tone was more frightened, and even his voice was a little trembling: "I've been watching it all the time, since we first went downstairs until now, there is no Half a step away..."
On the other side of the walkie-talkie, Xu Miaomiao's words made him instantly relieved: "It's not your fault."
But when the next sentence came, the man was stunned, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Although you are not very good, you are more than enough to deal with those wastes. It was not when you were guarding. It was arranged before we came."
The man was shocked: "How is this possible!? This is faster than you, and faster than everyone in this instance, to get all the unspoken rules of the instance..."
It is also necessary to get all this out as soon as possible, and at the same time quickly arrange all this, to paralyze them before, and to kill them now by surprise.
On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Xu Miaomiao seemed to smile slightly.
She said: "Xue Wan would not be willing to spend that time playing this kind of roundabout deduction with me... This is, which clumsy person has entered again?"
The top floor of the castle, the observatory.
Xue Wan was holding the serrated long knife, leaning against the corner wall with half-closed eyes, with an indifferent expression.
He heard the explosion and didn't move. He just raised his eyelids and looked down slightly at his feet—the digital lights had disappeared.
Afterwards, he sneered and continued to close his eyes and fall asleep.
The angle of daylight slowly rose with the passage of time, the first night of the game was about to pass, and the footsteps on the aisle became thicker and thicker—the sudden explosion of the power box woke up almost everyone, and the players began to act in advance.
But Yan Wei who caused all this did not wake up.
Since entering the world inside the building, Yan Wei's sleep has not been good. He was not born with much sense of security, instead he was full of vigilance. Without Yan Mingguang by his side, he would always just fall asleep lightly, and even the slightest disturbance could wake him up from his sleep.
But this time, when the explosion sounded, Yan Wei just turned over uncomfortably on the bed, with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.
He couldn't hear the deafening sound, but felt like he was in a sea of blood.
That is the real sea of blood. Surrounded by the lingering bloody smell, the people who rushed felt uncomfortable and nauseated. There are many huge ships floating in the sea, they are all rusted, with the smell of old decay, intertwined with the smell of blood.
There are people standing on every ship.
Yan Wei subconsciously felt that those people were also players.
He was also standing on the deck of one of the ships, and the sloshing sea impacted the rusty iron ship, emitting a large amount of disgusting breath. The whole ship swayed violently. He leaned against the fence and looked out. The players around him seemed to be looking at it intentionally or unintentionally, with unkind eyes.
But he didn't care about these eyes, but he was really uncomfortable looking at these bloody colors, so he turned around and went back to the boat.
He felt like he was going through all this, but felt like a bystander.
He walked back down the dark walkway inside the ship. He seemed to have someone who came in with him, and he didn't hesitate at all when he walked, and walked directly in the direction of the person he was looking for.
The feeling of emptiness is getting deeper and deeper, and his feeling is getting more and more real.
The person he was looking for was... Yan Mingguang.
As he thought, at the end of the aisle, he saw a man leaning against the corner with his head slightly lowered, and seemed to be holding a cigarette in his hand. Smoke lingered around this person, adding a little haze. Under the dim light, Yan Wei couldn't quite see the appearance of the person in front of him, but he still recognized it at a glance—it was Yan Mingguang.
He stepped forward almost intuitively and shouted, "Yan Mingguang!"
The man paused and looked up at him.
Yan Wei quickened his pace.
In an instant, he walked in front of this person, and as expected, he saw the cold but not alienated face of this person.
"In this dungeon, there are roughly four players who failed to cross the ninety-ninth floor. The others are nothing to worry about. As for the situation of the dungeon, I have a rough guess. This is probably a very long and tortured dungeon—"
The man suddenly interrupted him: "Yan Wei."
Yan Wei paused: "Huh?"
Yan Mingguang walked in front of him slowly.
The faint smell of cigarettes around this person has always been an exception to Yan Wei, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, and he never rejects it. But at this moment, the moment this person approached, he suddenly felt that the smell of smoke was a bit pungent, and the other party's aura was quite oppressive.
Those pure black eyes looked at him through the lens, deep in the eyes were emotions that Yan Wei could not capture.
Faint and deep, treacherous and frightening.
... Yan Wei always felt that something was not right.
But the picture in front of him was not clear, he only saw Yan Mingguang's face, and everything around him was blurred.
The man told him, "It's hard."
Yan Wei was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled lightly: "When was I afraid of trouble?"
"will die."
"I've never been afraid of death either. Besides, you're still by my side. It doesn't really matter whether I live or die, we'll be fine together." Yan Wei said, but he was very surprised in his heart—when did he feel this kind of heart and soul? Temperament
The man didn't feel his heart and soul at all: "Let's find the landing passage now, there is still time. I'm afraid something will happen to you, let's go."
Yan Wei found it difficult to understand: "What's the matter with you? What are you talking about? We went upstairs... Isn't it just to break through the ninety-ninth floor dungeon and end all of this? Why did you suddenly make me give up—"
"Yan Wei."
It was interrupted by another call of his name.
It was the man's cold voice again.
But this time, the voice came from behind Yan Wei.
He subconsciously turned his head, caught off guard, and saw Yan Mingguang standing behind him, looking at him solemnly.
"you are not… "
Yan Wei turned his head, but saw Yan Mingguang still standing in front of him.
He stopped breathing, subconsciously took a step back to one side, and looked sideways at Yan Mingguang at the front and back, feeling a little dazed suddenly.
I only heard Yan Mingguang who just appeared behind him say: "Come here, that's not me, he's lying to you."
Yan Wei was about to speak, when the whole hull suddenly shook. The blurry world was spinning, and Yan Wei suddenly opened his eyes!
— It's a dream.
Yan Wei sat up abruptly, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, panting heavily. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and there was still a lingering daze in his pale brown eyes.
It was the dream of Yan Mingguang in the strange dungeon again.
Is that the copy he went to before he lost his memory? Ninety-nine... is the ninety-nine layer dungeon!
Have he and Yan Mingguang encountered any danger of being unable to tell the truth from the false before? Why are there two—
"Yan Wei."
It was another short cry, the voice was moist and cold, but not alienated at all.
The same voice as in the dream.
Yan Wei suddenly trembled, and subconsciously turned his head away, only to see Yan Mingguang squatting beside the bed, frowning slightly, looking at him worriedly.
Before Yan Wei had time to think about it, he backed up a little while supporting the bed, and instantly took out a short blade from the black ring.
"—Who are you!?" He said, "Are you a good puppet or Yan Mingguang?"
The man paused for a moment, still looking at him unpreparedly, his eyes flashed with confusion and slight surprise. Yan Mingguang asked him: "What's wrong with you? What happened just now?"
Yan Wei was startled.
He slowly put down the short blade in his hand.
He always thought that the difficulty for him in this dungeon lies in the struggle and identification between his own self and the good puppet. The only psychological difficulty.
But after this vague but horrifying dream—or a memory of the past—appeared in his mind, he realized that the psychological difficulty of this dungeon for him was not himself.
It was Yan Mingguang.
He didn't know that the dream buried deep in his memory symbolized what kind of past he and Yan Mingguang had experienced. But he could feel the fear from the ups and downs of his emotions at the moment.
Not fear of unpredictable puppets and ghosts, not fear of unpredictable players in dungeons, not even fear of life and death.
He seemed... very, very, very, very afraid of admitting to Yan Mingguang.