The world inside the building, the gambling area.
Before the projection of the mobile version of the dead school building, the atmosphere among the various organizations has repeatedly stalemate.
After Lin Qing said those words, after giving everyone a day, there was no more noisy sound at the scene. People from various organizations looked at each other, did not speak, and did not leave immediately.
They seemed to have reached some kind of subtle and temporary stalemate, Xuan Niao's people moved a chair, Lin Qing sat there silently, and the other leaders of the organization met their eyes, the meaning was unclear.
Lin Qing just sat there with her back straight, her hands folded on her knees, and she raised her eyes to look at the projection screen, her dark black pupils gleaming. He is actually not a high-level player of other organizations, nor is he headed by other organizations, and Xuanniao is not as good as before, but sitting here like this, other players still subconsciously tense up.
That's not only the impact of Lin Qing's personal climbing record, but also the impression that Xuanniao gave to all the players who stayed for a long time.
Even if Xuanniao, the mysterious head of the family that no outsider knows what he looks like, has been missing for a long time—the rumor has it that he died in a high-level dungeon long ago, but the myths created by this organization and the props and masters accumulated during the peak period are still overwhelming. A thorn in the body of other organizations.
A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse.
Zhao Jingchen's face was hidden under the hood, and his expression could not be seen clearly. But the only lower half of his face that was exposed was tense, with his lower lip clenched and his fists clenched.
He whispered: "Does Lin Qing still think that now is the time when Xuanniao was so eloquent!?"
Beside him, Yuemang's other high-level players stepped forward and said with a low voice: "Why don't we withdraw? What Lin Qing said has never been fulfilled... The head of the family has said that Xuanniao is a group of lunatics , if he’s not here, we’d better avoid him if we can.”
Zhao Jingchen said unwillingly: "If Yuemang can get the legendary props, the upcoming competition can bring Yuemang to a higher level. Now—"
There was a sudden pause in his voice.
—The projection screen suddenly changed.
In the non-quick answer mode, the projection of the gambling building will not be as detailed as the quick answer mode. Everyone can only see different projections, and no information about each person is marked. And this dungeon is a big book where dozens of hundreds of people have entered back and forth. The projection has been cut into too many pieces, and the black and gray areas are piled up together. The players watching have no mind to care about it.
Even if another black projection suddenly lights up, it won't be able to attract everyone's attention.
But this time the bright projection is different.
This time, six screens lit up in a row!
These six pictures are all in the dormitory of Chenxi High School. These people have each other in front of them, and there are different perspectives of the dormitory. This dormitory is very strange. There are many interlaced ropes hanging from the front and back, and many bells are hung on the ropes.
These six people are obviously staying together, and from their respective perspectives, it can be seen that they are Yu Feizhou, Lin Zhen, Yan Mingguang, Zhou Tian, Gao Ming, whom everyone has no impression of, and one...
It's Yan Wei.
It was Yan Wei who everyone thought was dead and became part of those gray projections!
In the perspective of other people's projections, the young man had his pocket in one hand, leaned against the bed rail with a smile on his face, slowly looked away from the window, and looked sideways at the door of the dormitory. The bright yellow light of the setting sun outlined his delicate outline and sprinkled on his face, but it didn't bring out his previous cuteness and docility at all.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of disdain, looking at the moonlight player standing at the door.
There was an uproar before the projection.
Lin Qing, who had a slight expression, seemed to be frozen for a moment. He raised his eyes and stared at these suddenly bright projection angles, and his dark black pupils shrank suddenly.
He slowly exerted force on his folded hands, and the veins on the back of his hands popped. But such a gaffe only lasted for a moment, and he regained his expression, still with that deep look, his eyes stayed on the projection part of Yan Mingguang and others, speechless.
But before the projection, a single stone really stirred up waves.
A high-level player like Zhao Jingchen understood it in a few moments, gritted his teeth and said, "Li Qing, you trash!"
"What's going on? Didn't Yan Wei get pushed into the water by a ghost in the projected perspective of Li Qing and the others just now!?"
"Haven't you realized this yet? A stand-in doll!"
"Li Qing has been tricked!?? Isn't this Yan Wei, this Yan Wei, a waste who is slowing down? Could it be that he...was pretending before??"
"This expression...why is he so calm? If everyone saw that he died on purpose from the beginning, and now he is standing with Yan again, wouldn't Yuemang be plotted by him since he entered the instance?"
"No, it's not. It was all of us who were tricked by him in his first copy. We all thought he was just a waste of time, and even preconceived that his best player was Yan Mingguang who took it with him. Yes. Now it seems that it is not so easy to lead to win the best player, I am afraid that he won the best player by himself... "
"..."
407 dormitory entrance.
Li Qing and others opened the door of the dormitory, and what they saw was the bell net that sealed the door, and Yan Wei standing sideways behind the intertwined ropes.
Everyone in Yuemang was stunned at the door.
They didn't even notice the bell rope net that sealed the only two entrances of the dormitory for the first time, they stared straight at Yan Wei who was leisurely standing in the dormitory.
Li Qing was stunned for several seconds before he blurted out, "Yan Wei!?? Aren't you dead?"
Yan Wei's eyebrows twitched slightly.
He didn't speak immediately, but slowly stood up straight, with one hand in the pocket of his school uniform, he moved forward slowly, and stopped behind the bell rope net at the door.
"Isn't it surprising?" He chuckled.
Li Qing gritted his teeth: "...you used a stand-in doll?"
"It seems that you are not an idiot, but a little bit of waste."
"you!!"
Yan Wei was leisurely, with a pair of amber eyes flashing with cunning and agility, completely different from the timid and flustered appearance in the Yuemang team before.
The same delicate and beautiful facial features are filled with confidence and meaninglessness at this moment. He was wearing a brand-new school uniform jacket, wrapped in a youthful atmosphere, was a hidden storm in the snow all over the sky.
He said, "Well, me."
Li Qing finally saw the situation inside the house clearly.
After all, it was the 18th-level seed player trained by Yuemang. Li Qing quickly calmed down after being surprised and unexpected for the first time. With a wave of his hand, the players behind Yuemang immediately entered a tense state of preparation for battle.
"Lin Zhen? Yan? Gao Ming? You..." He took a few deep breaths to subdue his anger, frowned, looked at Lingdang Wang and Yan Wei in front of him, and suddenly a machete appeared in his hand, "What an undercover plan! , Yan Wei, I underestimated you. What are you doing? Don’t you think that stretching the rope net will stop me from beating you up? I’m not that easy to discuss.”
"You're wrong, I just see that you are unhappy. Yuemang has made it difficult for us several times, and even threw Gao Ming in with dirty tricks. I'm not that easy to discuss."
As soon as Yan Wei finished speaking, Lin Zhen, who was sitting on the upper bunk in the back, dangling his legs, sneered, "That trash Li is so clear, do you want to see the situation clearly first?"
At the same time, Yan Wei raised his hand, and flicked the bell net in front of him with his slender fingers.
"Dingling-dingling-"
A series of bells rang.
Yan Wei's methodical voice sounded along with the tail of the bell: "Zhou Tian, how long until sunset?"
"Three minutes and forty-nine seconds."
Li Qing's face darkened.
Yan Wei laughed lightly: "Understood? We can change this rope, you should have an impression, right? For us more than ten layers of players, it takes four or five minutes to cut each rope with all our strength. And I Well, unfortunately, the previous two gambling houses had low probability and high returns, and I took a bunch of unused invitation letters, and used them all for a bunch of these ropes."
Zhou Tian reminded from the side: "Three minutes and twenty-five seconds."
"So do you think you can cut through this dense rope net that cannot be drilled through with three minutes of sunset?"
He said, raised his hand, and fiddled with the rope net vigorously.
While Ding Ling was ringing the bell, Yan Wei continued: "Actually, with Yuemang's strength, together, you can take down this rope net in about ten minutes, right? But what will happen after three minutes into the night? Do you think it's better not to make a sound?" A rule, will all the sounds made by the players be counted? For example... ringing the bell."
Li Qing's complexion turned pale.
He finally understood what the two nets blocking the front of the window were for.
He stared at Yan Wei, his voice was almost grinding his throat: "Yan Wei! Okay, very good, I underestimated you, I didn't expect you to bite people with your teeth."
Yan Wei shrugged and smiled expectantly at Li Qing.
Last night, when Li Qing and Yue Wenxing were discussing about planting ghost needles in Yan Mingguang's dormitory, Yan Wei immediately had this plan.
No sound can be made after nightfall. This is a rule that takes precedence over all death triggers after entering the dungeon.
The condition for making a sound is the sound that all players make spontaneously.
Therefore, the player's behavior of tapping on the bed board, speaking, or flicking the bell to make the bell sound like Cai Yanwei just now, all make sounds independently, and they are all death triggers.
And this bell rope net composed of special material ropes to hang bells is very tasteless in normal times-an ordinary prop that can only withstand attacks for a few minutes before breaking.
But at sunset, two or three minutes before it would be dark, Li Qing and the others had to break through the rope net if they wanted to come in and get back to the range of bed 407. And to completely cut the rope net, two or three minutes was not enough, but when Li Qing attacked the rope at night and made a sound, all of them, Yuemang, triggered this bottom line. In the current situation where they don't know how to resist the trigger of death, they must die.
Yan Wei and the others are exactly six people, and they can live in 407 safely tonight.
But there are four people living in Yuemang's room, the rope net can't be broken back to 407, and it's impossible for them to stay in the corridor overnight—isn't this also sending them to death
In fact, Yan Wei's preparation may be unexpected.
If it took Yuemang back longer than it took to destroy the rope net, or if Yuemang reacted and attacked the bell as soon as he pushed the door, then there was still room for a game between Yan Wei and Li Qing.
It's a pity that Li Qing is hypocritical and self-willed, and regards Yan Wei as a mortal person. He told Yan Wei all the information and plans obtained by Yuemang in front of Yan Wei early in the morning, and did not shy away from Yan Wei at all, and let Yan Wei know that they strictly abide by it. collection time. And it was also because he never looked at Yan Wei directly from the beginning to the end. The moment he saw Yan Wei, he didn't think clearly about all the situations and act immediately. He had already missed the most suitable time. Now Even if he reacted without moving the rope and only moving the bell, it would be too late.
Or in other words, they could rush to other dormitories from the very beginning to find rooms with vacant beds due to people who died during the day, disperse the people, and try to spend the night safely—but this also has to be at the moment of returning.
Now, it was too late to do anything. Even if they could find a room, it would take time for them to negotiate with other players or drive them away. How can any player give up a place for them without saying a word
What Li Qing lost was not the present, but the moment when Yue Mang "caught" Yan Wei in the world inside the building.
At this moment, he has clearly reacted bit by bit and completely. Including Yue Wenxing, Yuemang and the four people who returned to dormitory 407 all turned from blue to black, and their expressions were ugly.
"Yan Wei," Zhou Tian looked at the expressions of Li Qing and the others from behind, her eyes slightly bent, and she reminded with a smile, "Two minutes and fifty seconds."
Yan Wei curled his lips: "Ah, it's only two minutes. In fact, my plan is not a useful strategy at all, because now we are in your dormitory, then our dormitory will be vacant. You—go 303 is not resolved?"
Yue Wenxing was furious: "You clearly know that there is 303!" He choked suddenly. Except for Yue Wenxing himself, only Yan Wei and Li Qing knew about the insidious thing they arranged to recruit ghosts, and the other members of Yuemang were not clear.
Yan Wei pretended not to know: "What's the matter? Li Qing, I advise you to quickly find a way, in fact..." He could draw out his tone, as if chatting with a friend, and said leisurely and softly, "There is another way, Isn't it?"
Li Qing waited for him with a hard look, that rather feminine face was full of viciousness and anger.
Even though he knew it was useless, he still vented his anger, raising the scimitar in his hand and slashing at the rope net. The scimitar rebounded vigorously on the rope, and the bell rang again, but the rope Li Qing was cutting was only a little worn out.
Yue Wenxing's pale complexion due to bloodletting was even more ugly at the moment: "Brother Li, what should we do?"
Yan Wei stood behind the bell net, looking at them with a smile. He already knew everything that happened, and at this moment, he was like an audience in the stands, looking at the clown on the stage with great interest.
Zhou Tian "kindly" said: "Two minutes and fourteen seconds."
Outside, the endless stream of human voices has gradually weakened. At this time, the players have returned to their respective dormitories.
Yan Wei spoke again, and said silently to Li Qing: "You have another way, you know it, don't you?"
Li Qing gave Yan Wei and the others a final look tentatively, and his eyes suddenly sank. He gritted his teeth and said to Yan Wei: "Okay, we'll see. Let's go."
As soon as he retracted the scimitar, the man with the moonlight quickly turned around and left, and he didn't know what method he had thought of. The moment they turned back to the corridor, Li Qing, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around.
Yue Wenxing was taken aback, walked up to Li Qing, and asked anxiously: "Brother Li, we-"
His voice stopped abruptly.
When Li Qing raised the knife in his hand, the side of the scimitar's unsplit blade slashed towards the back of Yue Wenxing's neck, knocking him out instantly.
The rest of Yue Mang and the others were startled, grabbed the fainted Yue Wenxing, and said, "Brother Li... this?"
On Li Qing's face, there was still the anger aroused by Yan Wei just now, but his eyes became more and more sinister. He said in an unclear tone: "406 is also our Yuemang dormitory, you two dragged Yue Wenxing, we went to 406, and told them that the people in the 303 dormitory downstairs have been dealt with, and Yue Wenxing passed out due to too much consumption. Let them send three people to take Yue Wenxing to 303 to rest, and we... stay in 406."
Li Qing glanced at Yue Wenxing, and said in a low voice, "You are useless anyway, I will avenge you."
As soon as they left, Yan Mingguang swung a long whip in his hand, grabbed the doorknob through the rope net, and closed the door of 407 dormitory.
Yan Wei still looked at the eyes.
Behind him, Gao Ming asked unclearly: "Yan Wei, Li Qing and the others gave up just like that?"
"He didn't give up," Yan Wei said, "On the contrary, not only did he not give up, he also chose the easiest way. Do you know what kind of person Li Qing is? Selfish. Such a person never takes others seriously, whether it is the moonlight or legendary props, they are not as important as his own life."
303 There is a ghost formation, Li Qing dare not go.
Besides Yuemang's own people, it is impossible for other dormitories to easily give up four beds in a minute or two.
——Yuemang's own people.
There is another way, that is to let the unsuspecting Yuemang members of 406 go to 303, and Li Qing lives in 406, so he can escape tonight perfectly.
The corners of Yan Wei's mouth curled up slowly.
On the horizon, the afterglow of the setting sun sheds the last corner.
Zhou Tian's voice was like an alarm bell: "There are still fifty-six seconds, everyone go to bed, night is coming."
Yu Feizhou stepped forward, patted Yan Wei on the shoulder, and said softly, "What are you doing looking at a closed door? Yan Wei, it's time to go to bed."
Yan Wei looked at the intricate rope net in front of him, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, his eyes were like stars at night.
He seemed to be talking to Yu Feizhou, and also murmured to himself: "... You said, when other people in a group find out that their leader is the most selfish one, will they still trust each other? No, they will only become each other's biggest enemies in this copy."
"Just wait, the group of Yue Mang who came in will eventually die by their own hands."