For a moment, the expressions of everyone in the room were different.
Yu Zhengqing and Lin Qiao just glanced at Yan Wei, still sitting where they were, waiting for Yan Wei to come in by himself.
Zhong Bufan can annoy Lin Qing so much that he is expelled from Xuanniao, so he naturally has a thick skin that Lin Zhen can't match. His embarrassment lasted less than a second, and the next moment he smiled: "Ah, hello."
Afterwards, Zhong Bufan quickly walked over to Song Chengan and sat down, as if he was ready to continue to annoy Song Chengan to death anytime.
Song Chengan was already standing up straight.
From Yan Wei pushing the door until now, he has been looking at the door with a rather nervous expression. He usually walks without looking at the road. Other players will give him three points of politeness when they see him, and novices and juniors will flatter him and ask him about the experience of super high-level players. It has been a long time since he felt this uneasy feeling.
Like many other people who had climbed the building with Yan Wei, he was unconvinced at first.
Until he watched Yan Wei go farther and farther, faster than anyone else, while he was still struggling to climb the building, Yan Wei had already begun to challenge the authority of the building.
From then on, Song Chengan was left with nothing but awe.
Even if everyone later said that V disappeared, most likely died in the top dungeon, Song Chengan still felt that he was incomparable with the other party.
Among them, not counting Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang who was always inseparable from Yan Wei, Song Chengan could have the absolute right to speak. Although Yu Zhengqing has old qualifications, he is not as good as Song Chengan in terms of strength.
But this time he saw this familiar old man in the dungeon again, and he belonged to the same camp as Yan Wei. He immediately restrained his arrogance, and An Anxin planned to give Yan Wei the right to speak in their camp.
... It's just that the others in their camp are losing the chain one by one.
Song Chengan still had the airs of a super high-level player. He straightened his expression, walked slowly to the door, and said, "Come in and sit down. Yu Zhengqing said that five Xuanniao came in this time, and the other three..."
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang walked into this side hall one after another. Yan Wei smiled and said, "I just informed Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou that they are coming. They are at the Guanyin School opposite, and they will come here in a few minutes. We haven't been in touch with Lin Qing yet. , I haven’t found any trace of him in the whole Guanyin Town, it should either not be the time for him to load the copy, or his loaded identity is now in another place, and he hasn’t returned to Guanyin Town.”
Song Chengan walked behind Yan Wei very naturally, and helped Yan Wei close the palace door.
Yan Wei randomly found a futon to sit down on, and Yan Mingguang sat next to Yan Wei without saying a word.
The door of the temple was closed, the sky light outside and the brightness of the white snow were slightly blocked, and the beam of light was scattered through the window paper, illuminating the floating dust. In the hall, the Avalokitesvara of All Treasures stands in the center, casts a shadow, and looks down at the crowd in the dust.
Yan Wei met the Guanyin statue, looked at the dead thing, and felt a slight discomfort in his heart again. This feeling comes from the intuition in the life and death of multiple copies, and also from the feedback of his super high perception.
The Avalokitesvara Temple, no matter from its exuberant incense, or from the myths of its origin, is positive. Why does he always look at these Avalokitesvara statues with a slight sense of ominousness
This feeling was very light and slight, so slight that Yan Wei only felt discomfort for a moment, and the others didn't feel anything after staying in this side hall for a long time.
Is there a connection between the Guanyin Temple and the female ghost of the Black Sea? Is the connection the limited item in the three missing dungeons
Song Chengan had already returned to his original seat, turned around on purpose, and continued to face Zhong Bufan with his back, and then said: "I have told everyone here that the mission is completely different from the direction of the other people we met. If everyone’s thinking is correct, it’s basically a matter of dividing into camps, and we are basically in the same camp. I just don’t know what task Lin Qing is.”
Yan Wei: "Ninety-nine are inseparable from ten, and we are in the same camp."
Yu Zhengqing said in a deep voice: "If you and Lin Qing don't have any private grievances, he must be on our side. When the dungeon is divided into camps, it seems that the relationship between the players is considered."
Zhong Bufan kept pestering Song Chengan, and did not forget to join the discussion: "It's not as if, but for sure. From the mission design of this dungeon, it is doomed to have a life-and-death competition between players. If it arranges two If one of the acquaintances is in different camps, if one of them thinks that the other is more important than the win or loss of the dungeon, or personal life and death, then this person will become an undercover agent who is willing to sacrifice, and it will be easier for the other person Some. So even if Lao Lin hasn't come yet, as long as he is not superficial friends with you, there will be no problem."
"There is no problem between us and Lin Qing," Yan Wei said slowly, "It's not as good as Yuemang, the outside and the inside are inconsistent, and in the end the people I organized are divided into two parties."
Although Yu Zhengqing didn't mention it at all, when Yan Wei opened the palace door and saw only Yuemang and two people inside, he immediately guessed that the other two that Yuemang came in probably went to other camps.
Yu Zhengqing was impatient to wait for Yan Wei, but now Yan Wei provoked him and said coldly: "So what are your props?"
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows, but didn't speak.
Song Chengan remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he scolded Yu Zhengqing, who had no eyesight.
Of course he understood why Yan Wei didn't answer. Even though the faction in this dungeon is a certainty, they don't have any public faction list. These people gathered together at this moment, saying that their missions were similar and their goals were the same, but they were all talking one-sidedly, and no one could see what their mission was. Even if it is an item, if a player randomly takes one of his own items and claims that it was issued by a dungeon, everyone cannot immediately verify it.
How could a person like Yan Wei disclose information to others when everything was vague
Song Chengan stared at Yan Wei for a few seconds, confirming that the little ancestor had no intention of guiding cooperation, and then he said: "I just checked the tasks with them roughly, and didn't go into details about the props. Wait until Xuan The other two birds are here, can we check together?"
Although Yan Wei left a deep psychological shadow on Song Chengan, Song Chengan still didn't have too many burdens when talking to Yan Wei—this person was born with a docile and well-behaved face, and no one could give birth to too many emotions when he saw it. Fear, most of them are the same as those who have followed Yan Wei, they have respect in their hearts, but they have the same friendship on the surface.
But he said this carefully because of the cold-faced Yan Mingguang next to Yan Wei.
When Song Chengan saw Yan Mingguang in the previous dungeon, he only stayed by Yan Wei's side. He basically doesn't talk much, and seems to be able to accomplish anything. Song Chengan didn't know where he came from and what kind of person he was. Even during the time when the code name v was spread all over the world inside the building, no one cared about Yan Mingguang's name, Yan Wei never mentioned it, and neither did anyone else. Dare to mention it.
Yan Mingguang was standing beside him, leaning slightly against the long pillar in the hall, without saying a word.
Song Chengan felt like a light was on his back, and he was under a lot of pressure.
He added: "About my mission, we met that day, and I have almost finished talking."
Yan Wei smiled at him: "Wait for Lin Zhen and the others to come."
Song Chengan breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Zhengqing didn't want to reassure him, and said suddenly: "When all the Xuanniao people come, there are nine of us in total, how can we be sure that no one will listen to what others say, and then put it on us, pretending to be the same as us?" One faction? And, in case someone is really from another faction, we all tell our quests and props now, even if we recognize someone from the opposite faction, the opposite faction has already listened to all of our information Go ahead, as long as that person runs away and tells all the information to players from the other faction, we will fall behind."
This time, Yan Wei didn't feel much about Zheng Qing's questioning.
What Yu Zhengqing said was indeed a problem. Most of the things they have to do are related to so many props, but if they want to check each other's camps and props, someone must speak first, and someone must speak later. Speaking of words, wouldn't it be possible to completely mix into their camp? Or the people who mixed into their camp heard it, didn't they get all the information at once
But it's not too difficult.
Yan Wei said, "We can—"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhong Bufan said a lot: "This problem is easy to solve. Why are you Yuemang so reckless? Some things just need to be changed in a different way. What we are afraid of is that someone will sneak in and listen to everyone's answers. Actually, as long as we don’t say it in public, it’s fine. After a while, the nine of us will form a circle according to our closeness and distance, with people we don’t know well sitting next to them—for example, Yu Zhengqing can sit next to me, and next to me Sit on Lin Qiao again, so as to avoid the possibility of collusion. After sitting down, we all record the contents of our missions and props, and pass them on to the person on the right, so that everyone has the mission information of the person on the left.”
Zhong Bufan got up, completely using the statue of Guanyin in the center of the hall as a display, walked to the incense burner in front of the statue, and rubbed some incense ash.
Afterwards, he walked back in front of the crowd again, drew a circle on the ground with incense ash, and roughly arranged everyone's seats.
As he said, everyone sat next to strangers, avoiding collusion.
"In this way, we only need to read the tasks and props of the person sitting on our left, and judge whether the direction is consistent with our own, and whether the style of the prompt sound is the same. Everyone only needs to say a yes or no answer, no Everyone in the meeting knows the missions of other people, and the content of his own mission has already been told to the person on the right, so it is too late to copy the answer. Even if someone sneaks in, he only knows the mission and item information of the person on his left, which will not affect Big."
Zhong Bufan patted the incense ash in his hand, looked at Yan Wei, and said, "This is the identification method I learned from a dungeon of v where ghosts infiltrated the player. It can most effectively prevent information from being stolen by the hostile faction. You just seemed I also want to propose a solution, or else talk about it? Anyway, there is no way for v to be good."
Yan Wei: "..."
Song Chengan couldn't bear to look directly at him and turned his head away.
Yu Zhengqing snorted so much that he was almost talking through his nostrils: "V's method is naturally good, so there is no need to waste time talking about newcomers' ideas. Some people, don't think that they have got the moon wheels that V scattered at the beginning, just v."
Song Chengan sighed silently.
He really tried.
Yan Wei took a serious look at the circle Zhong Bufan drew on the ground with incense ash, and said, "That's fine too. Who is this?"
He pointed to the circle, next to his assigned seat. There are two people next to Yan Wei's name, one is "Song", which he recognized as Song Chengan, but the other side is the word "Zhong", which he doesn't recognize.
Zhong Bufan: "...it's me."
"Who are you?"
Zhong Bufan was speechless for a while. Although he is considered a newcomer among the super high-level players, in the entire world inside the building, he is also a character that everyone can know by name. He hadn't encountered this question for a long time, he was stunned for a while, and was about to answer, but Yan Wei just called his name and said, "Change seats, I know Song Chengan."
Song Chengan nodded: "I'll sit between Lin Qiao and Yu Zhengqing."
Yu Zhengqing, Lin Qiao, and Zhong Bufan all showed surprise—Song Chengan really knew Yan Wei? Before these two entered the dungeon, they could be regarded as very different. They never had the chance to enter the same dungeon together. How could they know each other
From the looks of it, Song Chengan was still very polite.
Yu Zhengqing had been in the world inside the building for so long, and he had never seen Song Chengan being polite to him, so he was very angry at this moment.
"That's fine." Zhong Bufan originally wanted to talk to Yan Wei about who he was, but after thinking about it, he didn't want to argue with a newcomer and junior. After all, there is a high probability that everyone will advance and retreat together in the future, and this Yan Wei seems to have no objection to his method, so let it be.
The side hall fell silent like this, waiting for Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou to arrive.
Zhong Bufan couldn't calm down, he glanced at Yan Wei, and then at Song Chengan who seemed to have a headache all the time. While thinking about asking that newcomer junior to borrow the moon wheel to have a look—after all, those are the legendary props that V once scattered in the high-level, at the same time wanting to pester Song Chengan to ask about the missing record.
In the end, the air pressure of Yan Mingguang next to Yan Wei was too high, Zhong Bufan still chose to continue to bother Song Chengan.
He hugged the futon again, ran to Song Chengan, and said, "Come on, old Song, think again. The method I just mentioned for players to prove each other in a row is your dungeon. I remember that there were ghosts infiltrating the players at that time." , V used this method to find the ghost, but two identical players appeared, and then the camera was turned off—how did you find out who was fake, and killed that dirty thing to break the game and get out of the dungeon?"
Song Chengan didn't want to recall the past of being hanged and beaten by Yan Wei just now, but now he just doesn't want to recall the past of being hanged and beaten in front of his hangers.
He just said coldly, "Shut up!"
"Judging from your expression, it's not that you don't remember, but that you don't want to say it." Zhong Bufan is the best at speculating and observing, and he can see the subtle changes in Song Chengan's expression at a glance, "So you remember. Tell me, I have deduced many ways to break the game, now you need to tell me how v does it, let me compare, who is better between me and him. I don't believe it, can it be that I can't match him even once ?”
Song Chengan gritted his teeth, and really wanted to talk to Zhong very annoyingly, whether he could compare to him, he just went to that person and asked if it was all right.
Fortunately, this time, Yan Wei rescued him.
"In that dungeon, the ghost is pretending to be a dead player," Yan Wei said slowly, "Both are actually fake, it's just that the ghost concealed the truth that the player died long ago."
Zhong Bufan looked at Yan Wei suddenly: "How do you know?...Old Song, you are really lying to me, and you also said that you don't remember, you have told the newcomer about this dungeon, and you didn't tell me."
Song Chengan denied: "I didn't."
Zhong Bufan didn't believe it: "Cheat ghosts. The other players in that link were in other places. At that time, it was only you and v. You didn't tell him. Could it be v?"
Song Chengan chose to remain silent.