The next moment, the lights above the dungeon turned on at the same time, and the pale light illuminated the entire open space. Human-shaped targets bounced up from the ground and moved quickly around the dungeon.
The code flashed across Lin Qiye's palm, and a black pistol was outlined out of thin air.
"Goal: Within thirty seconds, shoot down nineteen targets.
Note: If it is not completed within the specified time limit, the lock will be automatically locked for five minutes and cannot be opened in any way. "
When Lin Qiye saw this prompt panel, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart sank to the bottom... At this moment, he seriously suspected that the level was intentional. He designed this level just to embarrass himself and improve the entire team. Game difficulty!
"Fortunately, as long as you hit nineteen targets, it is considered an easy difficulty game." Yuuri Takibai in the dungeon also saw this panel and breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he saw the livid Lin Qiye, he suddenly felt that things might not be that simple...
He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively:
"Brother Qiye... you can shoot it, right?"
Lin Qiye opened his mouth and was about to say something when a clear bell rang from above the clearing, and the countdown officially began.
Lin Qiye didn't care anymore. He immediately raised his pistol and shot at the high-speed moving targets. Dazzling flames flashed out from the muzzle one after another, and the gunshots echoed in the empty ground.
Eleven bullets, fifteen seconds,
A target fell to the ground.
Lin Qiye:…
Yuri Takibai:…
Looking at the remaining eighteen targets, Lin Qiye wanted to crush the pistol under his feet, then draw his sword and chop them all!
Isn’t this embarrassing
Time passed minute by minute, and in the remaining ten seconds, it was impossible for Lin Qiye to hit the eighteen targets, unless a miracle happened... and the miracle was not here now.
Yuri Taki's pale expression gradually changed from stunned to anxious.
Once the lock-picking game fails, he cannot be rescued from the dungeon. The five-minute forced locking time is enough for him to die suddenly on the spot due to the [Rescue] decision again.
In the end, he gritted his teeth and moved the prop panel in nothingness.
The next moment, a silver-white pistol fell into his palm out of thin air.
He pushed the pistol out of the gap in the fence, threw it to the ground, and then shouted: "Brother Qiye! Use this gun!"
Lin Qiye heard the sound and immediately picked up the silver-white pistol from the ground. Without thinking, he pulled the trigger one after another at the remaining eighteen targets that were moving at high speed!
Bang bang bang…
In just ten seconds, Lin Qiye shot eighteen times.
And the eighteen targets that were still moving around the field have all been shot and fell to the ground...
As the notification of successful judgment floated up, the giant lock of Yuri Takibai's cell fell to the ground. Lin Qiye stared at the scene in front of him with shock in his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at his palm. A panel emerged from the surface of the silver pistol:
"B-level props: [Silver Gun], a pistol with self-awareness. It can shoot any target within a range of 800 meters without anyone taking aim. This is good news for all handicapped people."
"You can also bring props from other games here?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.
"Of course you can... But I usually don't do this when playing Uncle Guan's games." Yuri Takibai smiled sheepishly,
"Both the game world and the real world actually operate based on a series of complex rules, and playing games is essentially the process of understanding the rules, adapting to the rules, utilizing the rules, and controlling the rules...
My ability is quite special. I can bring the rules of a certain game world to any other world. But in this way, it becomes a game between rules. It is no longer a process of 'playing a game', but more Like...cheating? "
"In the real world, using the rules of the game world is indeed like cheating..." Lin Qiye paused for a moment, looked into his eyes, and spoke slowly,
“But isn’t the game between rules and rules also a bigger game?”
Hearing this, Yuri Takibai froze on the spot.
"The bigger game..."
He muttered these words, somewhat lost in thought.
"Time is running out, we have to rush back to the venue as soon as possible!" Lin Qiye looked at the time and said in a deep voice.
Yuli Taki hummed and followed Lin Qiye.
At this moment, his eyes swept across the edge of the underground space, and with a light sigh, he stopped.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye asked.
"There's something there."
Yuuri Takibai looked at the large amount of discarded instruments and broken bottles and jars on the ground, her eyes lit up, she quickly walked towards them and started to rummage through them.
"But the song is about to end. If we don't rush back in time to [take photos] and [support], both of us will be locked up."
"Underground of the concert, there is a dungeon and all these messy things. Don't you think it's strange?" Yuri Takibai said seriously.
"You mean... this place is not that simple?" Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow, "But isn't it just a game? Our goal is to defeat Amy. Will exploring these things be helpful?"
"Brother Qiye, you still play too few games. In the game map, there are rarely events that are completely unrelated to the main tasks. If these things are placed here, they must have their role... Maybe, they can be found in them. Maybe it’s the key to clearing the level.”
Lin Qiye glanced at the time and seemed to want to persuade him. After hesitating for a moment, he walked directly to Yuri Takibai:
"I understand, leave this to me, and you hurry to the venue."
Yuri Takibai was stunned, "Should I go by myself?"
"We can't both be left behind at the same time. You are the best at playing games. Even if I miss [the photo] and are detained for a while, you can come back to save me. But if you are locked up... I can't guarantee that you will pass next time." Lockpicking game."
Lin Qiye waved his hand to Yuri Takibai, signaling him to leave quickly.
"Don't worry, I'm just not good at playing games. I'm still good at sorting out clues and reasoning."
Seeing this, Yuri Takashiro said no more, nodded heavily and rushed towards the venue.
Lin Qiye looked at the shrinking blood bar on Yuuri Takibai's head, sighed helplessly, and carefully rummaged through the pile of waste.
After a while, he took out a pile of yellowed shredded paper from the bottom of the collapsed metal cabinet. Judging from the tear marks on the edges, it looked like it had been torn into pieces.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, spread these scraps of paper all over the ground, and quickly restored them through the causal threads connecting them.
About half a minute later, a file full of cracks was displayed in front of Lin Qiye. In the upper right corner of the file, there was a frontal photo of a young girl, which was very similar to Amy.
Lin Qiye glanced at the document, his expression gradually becoming serious.
He thought for a moment, looked up at the void above his head, and murmured to someone unknown:
"Artificial god... you... did it on purpose?"