Xin Meng raised the phone to her eyes and stared at the black screen in a daze.
Press the HOME button with your thumb, the screen lights up, ten numbers are arranged neatly, and the dial-out button is bright green.
Putting down her phone, Xin Meng slowly lowered her head and looked at the wall beside her. The place where her palms originally fit turned into a round, neat hole.
Like a dark round eye, looking at him quietly.
Xin Meng rubbed her eyes, turned around and squatted down. She touched the hole with her hand unbelievingly and passed through it as a matter of course without encountering any obstacles.
He was stunned for a while, and suddenly he seemed to wake up from a dream. Instead of continuing to look at the wall, he pressed the phone again, pressed the number in his memory, touched the green color with his fingertips, and dialed.
"Du-du-di-di!"
The call is connected!
Xin Meng couldn't help but straighten her back. Just as she was about to speak, she heard the other party speaking first.
"Where?"
Xin Meng was stunned, "In...in the unfinished building next to the commercial street..."
"Well. What happened?" You Yi's calm voice came from the receiver.
He wasn't here, and he didn't ask who was on the other end of the phone, but he seemed to already know everything.
"Shen Tu... Shen Tu Kou killed Olivia!" Xin Meng came back to her senses and told him roughly what happened, "He colluded with the NPC to lead you into a trap. How are you now? ?”
"Solved." You Yi said concisely. "Wait until I come to you."
"No need," Xin Meng shook her head, "I... seem to know what to do."
After hanging up the phone, Xin Meng's eyes fell on the wall again.
With two parts of hesitation, three parts of curiosity, and five parts of inexplicable intuition, he gently placed the palm of his right hand against the right side of the hole, and then lowered his five fingers one after another.
This time, every change in the wall could no longer escape Xin Meng's eyes.
The originally cold and hard wall seemed to be melted into sand, slowly flowing down his palm. The sand seems to be alive, swimming flexibly in a serpentine shape, with streaks of data flashing through it. They are advanced operators in computers.
The illusion made up of data finally returned to its original nature and returned to its original essence. It no longer had a hard touch, and the distinct temperature was like a wisp of smoke or gentle waves, swimming and entwining docilely on Xin Meng's fingertips.
It seemed like I could touch it, but it seemed like it was just an illusion.
Xin Meng held them in his hands.
The string of data began to coalesce again, showing another appearance. Finally, a machete exactly like the one held by Shen Tukou appeared in Xin Meng's hand.
A second black hole was left in the wall, and a pair of eyes formed.
Xin Meng pursed her lips and tightened her grip on the handle of the machete. The machete turned into a stream of data again, like dough kneaded by a machine. The blue stream of light passed through it and reorganized into a chainsaw.
The chainsaw is not just about appearance, but even its weight is very realistic. When you turn on the switch, it emits a familiar buzzing sound.
Xin Meng took the electric saw and inserted it horizontally under the two eyes, cutting out a straight "mouth".
He looked at the face on the wall, and the face looked back at him.
With a kind of inexplicable melancholy and grievance.
Xin Meng sighed.
…
Shen Tukou stood guard at the door, staring up at the only staircase leading down to the first floor, with his chin raised high. In his imagination, at this time, he was the emperor who could dominate everything, especially the lives of others.
This was the second most enjoyable moment for him. The first was the time to actually dismember the human body.
Shen Tukou's life can be described as a legend. On his thirty-second birthday, he was arrested by the police who broke into his home. Only then did all the 137 murders he committed come to light, which immediately aroused the concern of the entire society. panic.
From the first manslaughter to the last massacre of corpses, it lasted ten years, involving six countries, 150 people died, and more than 300 families lost their loved ones...
He had to endure the abuse of hundreds of people every second, and tens of thousands of people wanted him to die immediately. Even the police who interrogated him couldn't help but beat him.
But is he afraid? Not afraid, he has never been afraid.
From the first time he killed someone, the pain of being bullied since childhood instantly turned into the pleasure of bullying others, and he quickly became addicted. He enjoyed dominating other people's lives and watching others suffer under the murderous weapon in his hand. The joy of being dismembered and never getting tired of it.
In the end, he was sentenced to death, but for some reason, he did not die, but came here.
This couldn't be better, he could continue killing people again!
He waited anxiously and excitedly, looking forward to it, wishing that the boy would appear in front of him immediately and let him be chopped obediently. He even hoped that the boy would figure it out for himself: he was already dead anyway, so what else was left to struggle for? Woolen cloth
Soon, his wish came true—half way.
Xin Meng did appear at the top of the stairs, looking down at him quietly. When he smiled and raised the machete and steel bar, the other party also raised a huge thing in his hand - a chainsaw.
"Buzz!"
Shen Tukou: "..."
Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away, almost losing his glasses!
He is a murderer, not a dementia. Although he doesn't know where Xin Meng got the murder weapon, he still knows that he can't fight at this moment. As a smart man who understands current affairs, he runs away!
However, this kind of shame aroused deeper resentment in his heart. He made a note to Xin Meng in his heart. When he found a better weapon or a more suitable opportunity, he must be cut into pieces and kept alive. At the end, behead him and let him taste the feeling of being dismembered alive!
Shen Tukou's nostrils flared, he gasped hard, his eyes widened with bloodshot eyes, and he quickly disappeared outside the building unwillingly.
Xin Meng couldn't catch up with him and had no intention of chasing him. He didn't have a hobby of killing people. He could scare people away without cutting them into pieces with a chainsaw. It couldn't be better.
When he slowly walked to the door with the turned off chainsaw, You Yi also arrived.
The man glanced at the murder weapon in his hand, but showed no reaction. For the first time, he did not even ask about his safety, but said: "The NPCs are all alive."
Of course, even Xin Meng himself didn't think there was anything wrong. He was holding a chainsaw, and the other party would still try his best to greet him. He was either being polite or being hypocritical. You Yi was definitely not that kind of person.
It's just that You Yi not only didn't ask him about the chainsaw, but he also didn't ask where the cell phone came from. This made Xin Meng feel a little tight, as if he had a lot to say, but he was holding it back. As for what to say, he He couldn't explain clearly, so he nodded angrily and said nothing.
"About the mission, I have some clues." Seeing that he was not very interested, You Yi's eyes moved and he mentioned another thing.
Now Xin Meng became a little interested: "Oh? What's going on?"
"I caught the NPC who kidnapped the person. Your mirror ghost appeared and identified him as a murderer. He followed her one day, killed her, disfigured her body, dismembered her and buried it in the yard of No. 99 Xingfu Street. It's you. That's where I saw it." You Yi said, "Mirror Ghost offered not to kill him, but to throw him into prison with a minimum sentence of three hundred years."
"Three hundred years?" Xin Meng was surprised.
"There is no death penalty in this world, only life imprisonment with an unlimited ceiling." You Yi said.
Xin Meng nodded and expressed understanding, "Rather than letting the other party die immediately without knowing it, it is indeed better to spend their whole life atonement and repentance. Where are they?"
"They are all at No. 99 Xingfu Street. The mirror ghost is guarding the NPC. The college student called the police and stayed there while the police went to arrest him."
"This solves the problem of the mission. It turns out that the mirror ghost asked me to kill that person for revenge... Then by analogy, is the same situation for the mirror ghosts of other teammates?" Xin Meng asked.
"The possibility is very high." You Yi continued, "The majority of female players are female players. Maybe this is a reminder that they are mainly based on brain reasoning."
"Or," Xin Meng offered an analysis from another angle, "it is precisely because there are many women in this team that they were put into this dungeon to maintain a balance in difficulty?"
Looking at Xin Meng who lowered his head slightly and was thinking hard, You Yi's eyes became deeper and deeper.
I'm afraid Xin Meng himself didn't realize it. I don't know when his perspective and stance on thinking about issues had fundamentally changed.
Initially, the players and the team were thinking about how to clear the level, what kind of props to get, and what conditions to complete. Later, it gradually turned into analysis, analyzing the intention and purpose of the game, and looking for loopholes and opportunities. At this point, it can still be considered that it is still for the purpose of clearing the level, but with a broader vision and a more comprehensive thinking.
But now, his thinking is no longer about the players, not even the NPC, or the GM's position. When he encounters a problem, the first thing he thinks of is the balance of the game, the maintenance of the game, and the allocation of players.
Like a long conference table, he was originally at this end as a newbie. Every time there was a meeting, he had to change seats, then another seat, and move forward one chair after another. Finally, he finally got there. At the other end of the table—where he should be sitting.
The roles have been reversed and nothing will ever be the same again.
…
The two returned to No. 99 Xingfu Street. The police had taken away the murderer. The two female college students found two broken wooden benches from somewhere and were sitting in the yard eating melon seeds.
Seeing them coming back, he waved and said with a smile: "Would you like to have something to eat?"
Xin Meng: "..."
Who was the one who screamed in fear before? This is so heartless!
Xiaojia said: "The mirror ghost has disappeared, and you asked me to thank you on your behalf."
Feifei scratched her head and complained: "I am so miserable. I was almost strangled to death before. It was an unreasonable disaster."
You Yi did not accept the mission, and she was not coerced by the mirror ghost. From this perspective, she was indeed implicated.
Xin Meng wanted to know where NPCs like them would go after completing their tasks, so she asked, "Where are you going now?"
Xiaojia answered matter-of-factly: "Of course I'm going back to school, I still have classes to attend! Today I have an old antique class, and I have to take attendance every time."
Xin Meng nodded and let them go.
There were only two people left in the yard. Xin Meng and You Yi looked at each other and decided to find other players except Shen Tukou.
But just as one foot stepped out of the hospital door, Xin Meng's heart moved, and she suddenly had some not-so-good premonitions.