Fortunately, this disgust did not immediately bring about other negative effects.
The waiter continued ahead, leading them across the corridor to the restaurant.
Yan Wei took out the wet tissue that he usually carried with him from the windbreaker pocket, violently wiped off the scribbles on his face, and returned to the team of players.
Gao Ming also followed at a distance. There was a corner in the corridor, and he saw Yan Wei talking to the waiter as soon as he turned the corner.
He thought Yan Wei was being watched by the waiter, saw him coming back, and patted him on the shoulder: "What happened to you just now? Did the waiter talk to you? Didn't I tell you just now, stay away from this inhuman thing , if you get too close and he notices you coming to talk to you, you might die if you say something wrong. Nothing happened, right?"
Although Yan Wei talked to a dangerous npc just now, and was probably being targeted by the npc, Gao Ming was still a little worried about Yan Wei.
Yan Wei looks very good-looking.
Although Yan Mingguang, who is also a player, also has perfect facial features, but Yan Wei gives people a completely different feeling. Compared with Yan Mingguang's alienated demeanor who refuses to be thousands of miles away, Yan Wei's good-looking is tinged with a sense of intimacy, which makes people feel like letting go of their guard involuntarily.
Just from the fact that Yan Mingguang didn't change his expression from the beginning to the end when the waiter killed someone just now, everyone can see that Yan Mingguang is extraordinary. But still no one dared to approach Yan Mingguang to get help.
Yan Wei, on the contrary, makes people want to get closer.
A person who makes people not want to look away and looks mild-tempered. In the real world, everyone likes to make friends. In such a weird world, they are synonymous with "need protection" and "vulnerability" .
If possible, Gao Ming even felt that he would be willing to devote his energy to protecting Yan Wei in such a world involving life and death, or to give some help to the young man in front of him.
"Something happened," Yan Wei nodded, and said something that stunned Gao Ming, "but it's all right now."
Gao Ming was taken aback, and looked him up and down carefully.
The young man wore a scarf, a windbreaker, and casual jeans, giving him a youthful look. The hem of the windbreaker moved slightly with the young man's walking movements, and his whole body was as tidy as new. That pretty face was wiped clean at the moment, with bright eyes and slightly curved eyebrows.
Gao Ming didn't see any blood, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "No injury, it seems that nothing serious happened. You should be careful, if you really don't understand, you can ask me, I... I am a forensic doctor. It can still help."
Yan Wei smiled, but did not refuse his kindness: "Thank you."
Everyone followed the waiter to the restaurant.
Like the promenade they walked along, the dining room is also full of oil painting portraits.
"They" are all lifelike, smiling sweetly or happily, and their eyes are smart and beautiful.
In the restaurant, there was a round table that had been cleared away, and there were sumptuous western dishes on it. The dishes had been left for some time, and they were already a little cold, but Yan Wei could still smell the aroma of the food—it seemed quite delicious.
Surrounded by nine chairs, it seemed that they were just prepared for nine players.
The waiter stepped forward, removed a chair as if nothing had happened, and arranged the remaining eight seats evenly. With a stiff smile, he respectfully said to them: "Everyone, please take a seat. Dinner is ready, and I Go change your clothes and get room cards for the guests. After the dinner is over, I will take everyone to check in, so that the guests can fully rest and enjoy this nine-day art exhibition.”
After the words fell, the waiter had already stepped forward and left without any movement.
He turned his head and walked into the corridor at the other end of the restaurant, but after a while, there was no waiter in the corridor.
Only Yan Wei and the other seven players remained in the empty restaurant.
The atmosphere is eerie and quiet.
Yan Mingguang made the first move, moving his slender legs lightly, and walked to the dining table without hesitation.
He still had a cold face, and the silver-rimmed glasses added another layer of elegance to his detached temperament, but the eyes hidden under the lenses were cold and calm.
Without further ado, Yan Mingguang sat down at the dining table.
Gao Ming pushed his glasses and reminded: "I advise everyone to sit down first - the waiter just told us to 'sit down' and 'have dinner' and wait for him, if he didn't see us sit down when he came..."
Needless to say the result.
All the players who are still alive have witnessed the possible end just now.
Before Gao Ming finished speaking, Yan Wei had already walked to the seat next to Yan Mingguang.
Yan Wei has been paying attention to Yan Mingguang since he came to this hotel - this person seems to have no big disturbance from the beginning to the end, even when the waiter killed someone, Yan Mingguang just raised his eyelids. But if this person didn't care, Yan Wei could notice that they walked through the corridor from the hotel lobby to the restaurant. Yan Mingguang, like him, had been silently observing everything around him.
Even when he triggered the death condition, other players walked behind without knowing it, but Yan Mingguang could find that he was being targeted.
Among the eight players, in terms of strength, Yan Wei felt that Yan Mingguang was definitely at the forefront. That being the case, there must be no harm in being closer to Yan Mingguang.
Yan Wei pulled out the chair and sat down beside Yan Mingguang. Gao Ming and other players also took their seats. Taking advantage of the emptiness, they gathered around the dining table and carefully analyzed the situation.
All agreed that this copy must be related to the painting.
Apart from the painting, Yan Wei felt that the owner of the hotel mentioned by the waiter must have something to do with it. In addition, there are still too few clues to draw any conclusions.
Afterwards, everyone exchanged their basic information. Yan Wei remembered that when he first entered the building, his information column seemed to be very long, and he entered the dungeon before he even had time to read it.
He popped up his basic information, glanced at the 4-point body index and 26-point perception that he already knew, and slowly scanned the other information columns.
The death trigger he just cracked and a buff and debuff he got are listed in the information column.
and also…
The bottom column was caught off guard and suddenly came into his sight.
[Permanent skill: 1/2 is undead. ]
[Skill Explanation: Players with this skill have the ability to live forever. As long as they are in the copy, every other day, the player will get a one-day undead state, and all fatal damage in the copy will be invalid for the player within that day. ]
[Note: Skills are divided into dungeon skills, ordinary skills, and permanent skills. The skills in the dungeon can be obtained and used in a specific dungeon, and the skills will become invalid after leaving the dungeon; ordinary skills can be obtained through exchange or in the dungeon, and can be used in different dungeons, the number of uses is limited, and the skill will become invalid after the number of times is used up; permanent skills The drop method is unknown. As long as the player is alive, the permanent skills will be valid forever and can be used in all copies. ]
[Your permanent skill duration: forever, the total number of people who currently have this skill: 1. ]
[Current state of the skill: normal state, the undead state will be activated after midnight tonight. ]
Yan Wei was startled at first.
Whether it is the skill description or the name of the skill, it reveals how unnatural this skill is. But he was not happy, instead his eyes became more serious. His gaze stayed on the words "unknown way of falling".
There is no such thing as a free lunch, and he doesn't even know how to drop it, so will the sky-defying skills be given to him for nothing
Yan Wei felt that it was impossible.
He searched the information bar for a long while, but he didn't find anything about the source of this skill, so he had to give up for the time being.
He turned off the information panel, and as soon as he calmed down, he heard Gao Ming ask him: "Yan Wei, what about you?"
"Um?"
"Your basic data."
Anyway, this so-called first-level dungeon, in Lou's introduction, is just an initial dungeon, and everyone should be similar. Yan Wei didn't think there was anything to hide, he picked up the napkin in front of him, and said directly: "My body index is four, and my perception is two—"
One player immediately said: "Your perception is also 2? Several of us have perception 2."
Although Yan Wei hadn't spoken much just now, his appearance was naturally docile and docile, and his facial features were exquisite and beautiful, and the rest of them more or less agreed with him.
Gao Ming smiled at him friendly: "It's okay, everyone's stats are very low, let's try to help each other."
"I don't know how much that waiter is. He can break people's necks at once, which is probably dozens of times faster than ours. I live a good life, so why do I have to walk into this building? We only have two points and three How can I survive without the basic data of the point?" Another person wailed.
Yan Wei paused, and swallowed the "twenty-six" that was about to be blurted out just now without a trace.
"If you don't come in, you will definitely die..." He said, laying out the napkin very neatly, then took out the tissue paper he carried with him from the pocket of the windbreaker, and carefully wiped the knife and fork twice.
Seeing him slowly cut off the steak in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth, Gao Ming stood up abruptly and blurted out in surprise: "Are you going to eat it?"
Yan Wei still had the steak stuffed in his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging, "...huh?"
"This is the food in the dungeon. The waiter who prepared this food is not even a living person! Who knows if there is any problem with these foods?"
The rest of the players also expressed the same doubts.
Only Yan Mingguang who was beside Yan Wei also picked up the knife and fork, and said firmly, "There will be no problem."
But he cherishes words like gold. After saying this, he didn't explain anything, and started eating on his own.
Yan Wei swallowed the steak in his mouth, a flash of slyness flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a trembling tone: "Can't you eat it? I didn't think too much, I just thought, the waiter said just now, we The exhibition that the 'tourist' is going to visit lasts for nine days, and I can't do without eating or drinking for nine days. So I ate... "
Gao Ming was taken aback: "Nine days?"
"Yes, Jiutian." Yan Wei pretended to put down the knife and fork, "Can't this thing be eaten? Then...then I won't eat it?"
He flinched, but Gao Ming's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh, "No need! You eat! I understand, I missed it just now - no one can survive without eating or drinking for nine days."
"The art exhibition lasts for nine days, which means that this dungeon should last up to nine days, and it won't let the player not eat or drink for nine days - then the player will starve to death. There are many ways to kill us if the dungeon really wants to kill us, there is no need to beat around the bush. So food is okay, maybe even our food security for the next few days - if we survive."
Gao Ming suddenly realized, and carefully explained the reason to everyone.
The players thanked Gao Ming one after another, and picked up the tableware one after another and started to eat.
Yan Wei picked up the knife and fork again, ignoring other people's reactions, and cut the steak with extremely standard movements.
The cuffs of his windbreaker were slightly rolled up, and his knuckled hands held the knife and fork vigorously, cutting in an orderly manner. In such a weird place, Yan Wei actually felt noble and elegant.
He ate so naturally that some people swallowed and moved their knives and forks.
In the end, only the woman in a long skirt who almost touched the oil painting and a middle-aged man in a suit hadn't eaten yet.
The middle-aged man snorted: "This young man started to eat without fear of death as soon as he sat down, and this guy with glasses made some blind analysis, you dare to touch food prepared by something that is not human? Isn't it all in horror movies? So it’s acting, the food is actually something else, maybe the meat of the dead. And this noodle, maybe it’s the hair of the dead? Anyway, I don’t eat it, my wife, you must not eat it!”
The woman in the long skirt was about to pick up the knife and fork, but upon hearing this, she quickly let go. She hesitated: "But, that waiter just now... didn't he let us eat?"
"He's not here now. If you move the things on the plate casually, how will he know if he has eaten or not? He is a young man, and he dares to eat if he has a big heart. How dare you follow him? That is to say, he is better-looking, and you don't even have the ability to judge." Gone."
"Little young man" naturally refers to Yan Wei.
The middle-aged man naturally didn't dare to mention Yan Mingguang, who was not easy to provoke at first sight, and he didn't dare to directly take the pride of being a leader and pick Yan Wei, a "soft persimmon".
He even leaned back and moved a little further away from the food in front of him: "You listen to him and eat, maybe after the waiter comes back, the things on the table will become corpses, hair, blood... Anyway, I don't want to eat it." .”
What he said was too specific, and the other players couldn't help thinking about it, and one of them almost vomited out.
The few players who had seen Yan Wei getting close to him just now stopped talking to him, and even Gao Ming himself hesitated.
Yan Wei didn't even change his expression, he looked very big-hearted, and he ate the whole steak in front of him methodically from beginning to end.
He reminded, and it was considered as the best of benevolence. What's more... Some people don't eat and some people eat, so that we can quickly compare how to deal with the waiter.
A young man with a school bag on his back and looking like a college student was lying on the table dejectedly: "I don't have any appetite now. How on earth is this dungeon going to be cleared? Will the waiter know where the ladder is? It's impossible for us to deal with it directly. That waiter... he can easily break people's necks, how could I beat him."
"No," Gao Ming shook his head, "It's too difficult and too simple. What if all of us players are ordinary people with low body counts? Then this dungeon is doomed for us. What if some of us Can deal directly with the waiter…”
Gao Ming glanced at Yan Mingguang, and then continued: "Isn't that clearing the level immediately? And the waiter appeared in front of us from the very beginning. If we deal with him, we can clear the level. There is no need for these latter things. Moreover, the ladder is not It must be a real ladder, I am more inclined, this is an abstraction that breaks the game."
"It should have something to do with the paintings. The waiter specifically told us to look at the paintings. There are so many paintings on the first floor we saw in this hotel. It must be abnormal."
"Could it be to find a unique one among so many paintings? For example, take off the frame and find that there is a mystery behind the painting, maybe it's a ladder or something like that."
"It's possible. Or..."
Yan Wei lowered his head, silently thinking about what the waiter said just now in the corridor.
"Yan Wei," Gao Ming saw that he had been silent, and called out to him, "What do you think?"
"Ask him what he's doing. He hasn't said anything. He doesn't know anything."
Yan Wei swallowed the last piece of steak, "I don't dare to make a conclusion. The ladder may be a ladder in the literal sense, or it may be the key to breaking the game in the abstract sense. Painting... Maybe it's just a superficial thing..."
"Of course paintings are superficial things. Aren't we discussing how we can use paintings to crack this dungeon?" Someone sneered, "I've said it all. It's useless to ask him. He hasn't said anything. He obviously doesn't know anything. .”
Yan Wei just lowered his head and thought, ignoring the man's nonsense. Everyone only thought that he really had a good temper, and that he really didn't know anything, and no one asked Yan Wei any more after that.
The restaurant clock ticked off the hour.
The middle-aged man didn't eat from the beginning to the end, and the woman in the long skirt couldn't bear it at the end, so she drank a few sips of red wine.
Not long after, the waiter finally came back.
He put on a clean tuxedo, held a few room cards in his skinny hands, and had a stiff smile on his face.
"Guests, the dinner time is over," he stepped forward and said with a smile, "I brought the room cards to the guests, and I will distribute the room cards according to the order in which you dine—"
The waiter's voice stopped abruptly.
His standard smile collapsed in an instant, his two eyeballs bulged slightly, and he looked ferociously at the only middle-aged man who hadn't eaten anything just now.
The waiter's voice was hoarse and his tone was gloomy: "Did you eat the food I prepared?"
The middle-aged man's face paled instantly.
Everyone obviously didn't expect that without the waiter present, they could know who hadn't eaten, and they all showed horror. The few players who didn't eat much also panicked for a moment, for fear that the waiter would also find out that they didn't eat much.
Seeing the waiter walking towards the middle-aged man quickly, the rest of the players hurried away, fearing that the waiter would break their necks by the way.
The middle-aged man staggered up from the seat, his legs trembling backwards.
He opened his mouth in horror, but couldn't say anything.
But in the blink of an eye, the waiter had already walked in front of him and stretched out his skinny hands towards the middle-aged man.
Yan Wei frowned, and thoughtfully glanced at the remaining food on the table.
He nudged Yan Mingguang with his elbow, and quickly asked in a low voice, "Dude, how are you doing dart throwing?" He pointed to the food on the table, "You can throw food directly into people's mouths Do not?"
Yan Mingguang nodded his head with a slight expression, and instantly understood what Yan Wei meant.
The next moment, when the waiter's hand was about to touch the middle-aged man's neck, Yan Mingguang casually grabbed a spoon and a pastry on the table, and threw them forward one after another—
The spoon hit the waiter's shoulder without pain, pushing back the waiter who was already approaching the middle-aged man, and the pastry was thrown into the middle-aged man's mouth accurately at the moment the waiter stepped back inside!
The waiter's movements stopped suddenly.
The middle-aged man's mouth was filled with pastries, he was completely frightened, and stared at the waiter in front of him with wide eyes. The rest of the players looked at Yan Mingguang with the horror of looking at the waiter, obviously shocked by his attack just now.
The waiter and the middle-aged man were like this, one fell to the ground, and the other stretched out his hand without making any further movements.
Yan Wei's guess was confirmed—the waiter could only kill "guests" who didn't fully obey what he said.
And just now in the corridor, what he called triggering the death condition was not something the waiter could do.
— There are other murderous intentions in this hotel!
Yan Wei came to a conclusion. Seeing that the middle-aged man was still sitting there not daring to move, he raised his voice and said, "Swallow it up!"
The desire to survive left the middle-aged man with no room to think. He completely forgot his attitude when he said that Yan Wei was a "little young man". He swallowed the whole pastry without even chewing it.
The next moment, the waiter instantly restored his smile.
His bony face laughed, and all the skin pulled together in hideous folds.
The middle-aged man was terribly frightened, the pastry he had just swallowed choked in his throat, turning his pale face into a liver-colored one.
He had long ignored the possible problems with the food he said before, grabbed the red wine on the table and poured it down, and it took a while to calm down.
The players had lingering fears, and at first they were a little thankful that they ate a little with Yan Wei at first. The middle-aged man who survived the catastrophe also took a look at Yan Wei, his cheeks that were already flushed from choking turned even redder. He didn't dare to say anything at the moment, his legs were slumped and he sat on the ground, he was completely different from when he was mocking Yan Wei one by one.
Gao Ming glanced at Yan Mingguang and said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, you threw food at him. We didn't expect it to be like this."
Yan Mingguang didn't answer. This person didn't seem to care much about these things, he didn't care about other people's opinions at all, and he didn't explain what just happened.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Wei immediately understood that Yan Mingguang didn't care at all. Whether Cheng clarifies that it was his idea to throw the food just now depends on whether he is willing to say it. He now possesses an inexplicable 1/2 undead ability. If he stands in the most conspicuous place, it will be fine when the skill is not activated. When the skill is activated, it is easy for others to see that nothing will happen to him.
It is also a good choice to have a strong person like Yan Mingguang accept other people's attention for him.
Yan Wei wanted to figure out the key points, so he let Gao Ming and others misunderstand without saying anything.
The waiter had already stood up straight again, and walked back in front of all the players with the room card.
At this time, Lou's voice suddenly sounded in Yan Wei's mind.
[Congratulations to the player for getting the dropped reward! ]
[Because you are the first player to enjoy the food prepared by the waiter, and you have helped the waiter to let all the players enjoy the food he carefully prepared, you have obtained the buff "The favor of the waiter". ]
[Because the player has obtained the debuff "The Waiter's Disgust", the buff and the debuff will each have a 50% probability of taking effect. Whether the waiter hates the player or likes the player depends on luck. ]
Yan Wei: "..."
He didn't have a good time with luck.
He touched the black ring in his hand, and the information panel popped up. In the buff/debuff column in the dungeon, "waiter's dislike" and "waiter's favor" were arranged side by side.
Yan Wei: "..."
The waiter had already walked in front of him, holding the room card in his hand, and said to him with a smile: "You are really the best customer I have ever served—"
His voice paused, his smile dropped a degree, and the conversation suddenly changed: "...It's not that good, it's also very ugly!"
The waiter said, and spread out the four room cards in his hand. The room cards were printed with numbers, which were 2, 3, 4, and 5.
He drew out a room card numbered 2, "I like guests who live up to the food I prepare, and I will give you the best room—"
The waiter just pulled out the room card numbered 2, and then stuffed it back in again, and pulled out the room card numbered 5, "But ugly people can live in the worst one..."
Yan Wei: "..."
Afterwards, the waiter pulled out the room cards marked 2 and 5 and put them back again. After watching them several times, the waiter reluctantly pulled out the room cards marked 2 and said: "But the first person to eat dinner should be in the best room...but you are really annoying."
He put the room card number 2 back again.
After struggling for a long time, the waiter finally put the room card numbered 5 into Yan Wei's hand with a smirk: "Guest, please keep your room card, the experience of each room is different."
Yan Wei looked at the transparent information panel in front of him, and saw with his own eyes that the two columns of "waiter's favor" and "waiter's dislike" had just been turned on in turn, and it was only at this moment that they both regained their composure and stopped at "waiter's dislike".
If I remember correctly, according to what the waiter said just now, the room numbered 2 is the best, and the room numbered 5 is the worst.
Such a place, the so-called bad, must have something to do with those unclean things.
He stared at the debuff on the panel in front of him without a word, and didn't take the room card immediately.
The waiter saw that he was not moving, and a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded: "Guest, do you have any questions?"
Yan Wei took the room card and muttered inexplicably: "I have no problem, I just think there is something wrong with your mind."