After two days leisurely in reality, Xiao Lan and Luo returned to the world of descent.
Seeing the sky cut apart by unscientific tall buildings, looking at the neon signs flashing around, and stepping on the ground with water under her feet, Xiao Lan actually felt a sense of familiarity and belonging.
He probably understands what Wang Teddy said, "People who are used to coming to the world are actually very difficult to return to reality."
The peace and comfort of the real world are like dangerous traps lurking everywhere for players who are often on the line of life and death and nervous. Sometimes a leaf fell on top of her head, and Xiao Lan would subconsciously avoid it after being detected by her keen intuition.
Obviously knowing that this is something that will not cause harm to people, but in the face of an object that suddenly appeared in front of you, the body still involuntarily chose to dodge.
Players may be slowly being assimilated by the descending world.
What about those contract players? Do they belong to the player or have they become part of the game
Back in the room, there were at least more than twenty days before the next game started. Xiao Lan decided to take this opportunity to practice her skills and fighting skills.
He found out when he fought He Haochuan before. He Haochuan's speed and physical strength were obviously not as good as Xiao Lan, but he was able to block Xiao Lan's first cut with his fighting instinct. If what he had was a prop weapon at that time, Xiao Lan would have no way to end the battle in a few seconds.
For the combat experience between players, Xiao Lan still lacks too much.
Xiao Lan: "Luo, I plan to go to the training ground these days to hone my fighting skills. Do you have any recommendations?"
Luo handed over a cup of tea: "There are still some moves in my memory. I can draw them to you."
One minute passed...
Five minutes passed...
Ten minutes passed...
Xiao Lan looked at the stick figure that Luo had placed in front of her, and the stick figure with two different legs was not the same length, and she fell into a reflection on society and life.
Is he too short of social beatings? Why would he pin his hopes on a soul painter with a long history
Xiao Lan made up her mind painfully: "Children's drawing class, I will give you one next time I return to reality."
Luo: "..."
The smile faded away.
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Xiao Lan spent the rest of the time in the training ground.
The training ground occupies a very large area, with countless rooms inside. After each player enters, the room will be locked, and the scene inside will change with the player's choice, and any different battle environment can be simulated at any time.
Coming to the world has always been generous to the player's residence. In the training ground, players can choose the combat objects they want for simulation training. The scope of selection is wide, not only people in the real world, but also well-known warriors who have passed away, and even some God-of-War-level figures that exist in legends or literary works.
Of course, if you choose a legendary opponent without your own resources, you can directly experience the joy of ascending to heaven.
Don't ask how Xiao Lan knew it, just because her face hurts. Fortunately, the injury in the training ground can automatically recover instantly after the battle, but the pain is still very painful!
Later, Xiao Lan chose a bald-headed man in black.
Then he was cold again in the first 30 seconds.
Not to mention that it caused harm, Xiao Lan couldn't touch the opponent at all, whether it was a fist or a dagger. Faced with superb and professional fighting skills, Xiao Lan felt for the first time that she was so vulnerable.
The next step is to keep fighting, being knocked down, and looking for opportunities again... keep on looping.
Lasted for many days.
After being hammered for the 326th time by a professional assassin who actually belonged to a certain secret service organization, Xiao Lan finally found the opportunity to fight back for the first time.
The figure of the black-clothed killer gradually disappeared, and the chaotic battle scene simulated in the room was restored to its original state. Xiao Lan lay on the floor and didn't want to move at all. Although the physical injury would recover, the accumulated exhaustion had already approached his limit.
Now he wants to be a salted fish and sleep well for a few days.
Seven days before entering the game, Xiao Lan felt a vague feeling in his heart that he would start the next game at a certain moment.
For the last three days, Xiao Lan basically enjoyed Luo's massage in the player's room, ate the restaurant takeaways that Luo had brought, and drank the nutritious drinks that Luo specially ordered, living like a pig.
Life is so good, human beings are so easy to fall.
When the surroundings fell into silence and the familiar darkness gradually diffused, Xiao Lan and Luo looked at each other:
The game begins.
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The world around him slowly became clear.
Compared with the sight, what Xiao Lan could perceive was a sour "crunch" sound, like the sound produced by the rubbing of an old metal plate. It was harsh and annoying, and it made people unable to bear the goose bumps on their hands. Live it up.
The first thing Xiao Lan saw was an old elevator car.
The buttons are glued on with transparent glue. Even the elevator doors are very old. Passengers need to manually open the gates. Most of the paint on the doors peeled off, showing the iron gray inside.
Every movement of the people in the elevator can cause this old elevator to creak.
Various small advertisements for spicy eyes are densely posted around, and some have even turned yellow in a long time. On the ground is a thick layer of black dirt accumulated by no one cleaned all the year round, exuding a peculiar smell of old stains.
The elevator seemed to be malfunctioning and stopped there motionless.
There were seven people in the elevator this time, three men and two women besides Xiao Lan and Luo.
One of them was slightly fat and looked very kind. The man in casual clothes took the lead to speak: "My name is He Rui. It has been a long time since I have been promoted to Intermediate. How about I suggest that everyone team up this time?"
Hearing what he said, Xiao Lan was wearing a red dress and black curly hair, Gao Yujie said: "Anyone who can get into the mid-level field has his own way of clearing customs, why bother to team up with someone you can't trust?"
"It's safer to form a team after all." He Rui finished speaking, and glanced in the direction of the few people on the other side who didn't speak.
Sister Hongyi sneered: "No one knows if someone who is keen to form a team but has few teammates around him has pitted his teammates to death."
She also glanced at the few people He Rui had seen before, indicating something to say: "There are no righteous seniors in the world."
At this time, another tall man in a black vest also spoke, and pointed to the former sister in red: "I agree with her, and I won't form a team."
Sister Hongyi covered her lips and smiled: "Smart."
He Rui waved his hand hurriedly: "Don't be so wary of me, I just want everyone to work together to be safer."
The atmosphere in the elevator was a little stiff for a while, and then a man stood up, raised his hand and said, "My name is Meng Ze, and I will team up with you."
Another woman looked at him, seeming to hesitate, and said, "My name is Duan Xueyin, and so am I."
He Rui turned his attention to Xiao Lan and Luo again: "Where are you?"
Xiao Lan shook her head: "Thank you, we are used to teaming up with two people."
He Rui seemed to want to say something, he looked at Xiao Lan, then Luo, and finally gave up and continued to persuade the two of them.
Not long after, the elevator began to move slowly, slowly moving upwards in the harsh rubbing sound.
The instructions in the elevator were broken. I don't know which floor it was on, and the elevator stopped suddenly.
A pair of mother and daughter walked in. The mother looked very thin and sick, but the little girl looked very lively.
The elevator door closed, the mother pressed the button on the fourth floor, and the elevator continued to rise slowly.
The little girl may be bored, and began to count the people in the elevator: "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10."
The players frowned slightly. There are only nine of the seven players plus their mother and daughter. Where are the ten
Seeing the poor complexion of the people who were in the elevator, the thin mother squatted down and whispered to her daughter, "Hey, there are only nine people here. You made a mistake."
The little girl seemed a little confused. She stretched out her fingers and counted the people in the elevator one by one: "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9...10, Mom, I didn't count it wrong."
Everyone fell into silence as they looked at the empty location pointed by her finger.
The mother also felt that the situation was a bit weird, and took a step back with her child, and also did not speak any more.
The elevator is still rising slowly, and I don't know how high the building is, or the elevator is moving too slowly. In this depressing atmosphere, every minute and every second seems extraordinarily long.
Suddenly, the stained white light box on the top of the elevator flickered for a moment.
Everyone raised their heads, but they happened to see the shadow left by a hand. The shadow was fleeting, but the players still saw clearly that this hand was small, like a child's hand.
The mother and daughter obviously saw it. The mother widened her eyes and did not dare to make a sound. She stretched out her arms and hugged her child firmly by her side, holding her head to prevent her from looking up.
The players behaved calmly, after all, every instance always had some sudden shocks, and when they were scared, they were just... panicked in their hearts, but there was no fluctuation on their faces.
In a weird silence, with a "ding-", the elevator finally reached the fourth floor.