At 9:00 a.m. on the sixth day, the system mechanical sound announced, "There are 906 players, 1903 NPCs, and 10,629 zombies left in the I22 shelter (the server where players are located)."
At 9:00 a.m. on the seventh day, the system mechanical sound announced, "I22 shelter (the server where the player is located) has 862 players, 1526 NPCs, and 3785 zombies."
Zombies were quickly cleaned up.
Hunters are getting more and more skilled at hunting, but accidents happen from time to time. Often a zombie suddenly sprang out from the corner or behind, hugging and biting people, so the casualties were not small.
With the passage of time, the number of zombies has been further reduced, and more and more players have become suspicious, "Is there a problem with this drop rate? I have killed more than 30 zombies, why didn't I see it?"
"There are 50,000 zombies, are there ten spar stones that fall? Every day it is said that someone has won the jackpot, and all I see are the residents who are dying of starvation?"
"The 50,000 zombies have been reduced to more than 3,000. At least in the later stage of the game, you don't have to worry about the zombie siege. It's good. As for when the spar will be spawned... I can only say, let's go... "
In the face of everyone's doubts, Qin Mo had a calm expression, "Sorry, in order to protect the personal safety of customers, it is inconvenient to announce the name of the lucky person." In fact, he scolded his mother.
The think tank in the team kept talking about "I know" and "I know what I know" all day long, but they still refused to speak clearly.
Qin Mo secretly slandered, the ghost knows what abacus that person is playing! No matter what, everyone parted ways. After all, he cherished his life more than customs clearance or something.
Moreover…
Qin Mo's eyes darkened, they were not long-term teammates. It was only after seeing each other in the last virus town that they knew the details of each other, and this time they happened to enter the same dungeon and formed a temporary team.
He has seen the high IQ of the think tank. In the virus town, the think tank insisted that all players escort the virus mother into the hospital for isolation at the beginning of the game, but no one wanted to listen to him.
As a result, the dungeon that could have been easily passed turned into a hell level difficulty in the end! Players barely survived until the 11th and 12th days, and they all fled the dungeon.
After entering the dungeon to meet this time, everyone met by chance. Someone proposed that they join forces and let the think tank bring the rhythm. Others follow orders and must not repeat the mistakes of the last round of the game!
The others thought it was fine, so they nodded in response.
The scam was going well, and for a while the interim teammates thought it would be a brilliant idea to listen to their brains. Things should go as planned, the zombies are all cleaned up, the system announces the customs clearance, and then they make a big deal and leave the dungeon gracefully.
But I never expected that the exchange would send someone to help clean up the zombies early! This sudden stroke disrupted the plan.
The temporary teammates were very restless, but they could barely control their emotions, waiting for the think tank to come up with an idea. Who knew that at the critical moment, that guy actually pretended to be dead! On the surface, it looks like he has a plan, but he can't tell the way.
When things are going well, we all pull together and work together. Temporary teams are not so dependable when things hit a setback...
Not to mention others, at least Qin Mo is already thinking of a way out.
Accidentally, he thought about it a lot, and it was not until someone came to talk to him that Qin Mo came back to his senses.
"The boss wants to see you, please come with us." The leader spoke slowly.
Qin Mo looked around and his heart sank. There were ten people in total, all dressed in neat black uniforms, looking well-organized. As far as he knew, only the escort regiments supported by the caravan would wear this uniform throughout the sanctuary.
Others don't know what to do, and they are still happily guessing, "Is it because the caravan boss wanted an antidote, so he specially found someone? Hey, why didn't I go to medical school back then!"
Qin Mo's face was calm, and he replied coldly, "Okay, I'll go with you." But he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
For today's plan, only to reveal the mastermind behind the scenes to protect himself. He lowered his eyes, hiding the calculation in his eyes.
**
Hearing that the white coat was taken away by the guards of the caravan, Su Han raised his cheeks and fell into contemplation. To be honest, she couldn't see what these people were going to do.
As early as two days ago, when the caravan abruptly announced that they were also going to brush spar, Su Han felt that something might be wrong.
In order to prevent the caravan from exposing the scam, the rational approach should be to quickly complete the transaction, and then leave the shelter as soon as the moon is dark and the wind is high. Anyway, the sky and the earth are big, and the supplies are in hand, and you can go anywhere.
For this reason, Su Han even hired special personnel to monitor, and only waited for the white coat and the group to leave the shelter, and sent them a surprise head-on!
Who knows that people just don't leave and stay in the shelter calmly, as if... waiting to be caught.
Su Han secretly said more than once, the IQ that can deceive thousands of people around the world, can't be stupid at a critical moment, right
But it turns out that people are so honest! If you have the guts to set up a scam, you have the guts to face the consequences.
"What are you thinking about in a daze?" Zhong Rui asked casually.
Su Han said solemnly, "I'm thinking about how likely it is that a person will be worn while playing games alone."
Zhong Rui, "…"
He found that the train of thought of the little friend had completely gone astray.
"What if the caravan was captured on purpose? Think about it differently." Zhong Rui reminded.
Su Han was expressionless, "Forgive my shallow knowledge, I have never met such an upright conspirator."
Not only honest, but also tough. Knowing that sooner or later the caravan would find something wrong, they dared to stay where they were and wait for death.
"Being caught doesn't mean you will definitely die." Zhong Rui said earnestly.
"Nothing is absolute in this world." Su Han was indifferent. "If I had known that there were no crystals in the minds of zombies, NPCs would never have gone to hunt actively. It is a fact that they were deceived."
"The people who lied to you are standing in front of you, and they happen to have the ability to take revenge. Why do NPCs let them go? Because of the vitality agent?"
"But as far as I know, the caravan actually has its own medical team in private, and has recently made breakthroughs in unknown viruses. I heard that semi-finished products have been developed, and it is only a matter of time before the finished products come out. What's the matter with people?"
"Of course, there are only enough interests that can make people willing to let go of their hatred." Zhong Rui looked directly at his friends and said word by word, "If they said frankly that the vitality agent can cure all diseases, what do you think the NPC would do?"
Suddenly, Su Han's expression froze.
**
At the same time, Qin Mo happened to be brought before the caravan boss.
"My surname is Huang, just call me Boss Huang." A middle-aged man sat on the leather seat, leaning against the back comfortably. He said slowly, "Can you tell me what is the probability of getting a spar?"
He insisted that there is indeed a spar in the zombie's brain, but the other party didn't find it, or did he simply confess and tell the truth? Qin Mo had a fierce ideological struggle in his mind.
Boss Huang smiled and said casually, "If you still can't find your fart in two days, have you ever thought about your fate?"
Qin Mo immediately broke out in cold sweat. Today is the seventh day of the game, and two days later will be the ninth day of the game. If it is less than ten days, you cannot leave the dungeon at will. However, he was targeted by the most powerful leader of the shelter, and no matter how he thought about it, it was the rhythm of the end.
It was only then that he woke up like a dream. Why do other people either play the lucky one or hide in the crowd to make a rhythm, but he is the only one standing in front of the crowd in a white coat. This shit is just pushing him to death!
In case the scam is discovered, he will be the first to be found, and the others will be safe and sound!
The more Qin Mo thought about it, the more resentful he became. Why should he be blamed for the scam everyone set up together? So he decisively admitted, "There is no spar at all, and the whole thing is a lie from beginning to end."
Boss Huang had already noticed it, so he was not surprised at all. He asked lightly, "Why?"
If the acting is just to auction the potion at a high price, he can completely understand. But judging from the current situation, it is very strange that the act is to coax people to fight zombies.
Qin Mo began to make up stories.
In his mouth, a young man named Gao Chen accidentally discovered a batch of medicines that could treat an unknown virus. The young man just wanted to sell the potion at a high price in exchange for sufficient supplies to spend the rest of his life, but was shocked to find that his only relative was killed by a zombie.
From then on, the youth especially hated zombies. He deliberately set up a deception, just to wipe out all the zombies!
Others have either been rescued or promised to receive a bottle of potion as a reward, so spare no effort to help.
The Gao Chen mentioned in the story is the real name of the think tank. Unconsciously, Qin Mo put all the responsibility on Gao Chen.
"Gao Chen..." Boss Huang muttered, "This name sounds familiar."
Qin Mo didn't intend to hide it any more, and said bluntly, "He was the first lucky one who entered the inner circle with a hundred catties of rice. Now he is working in the caravan."
"It turned out to be him." Boss Huang instructed his subordinates, "Bring people here."
"Yes." The subordinate took the order and left.
"How many helpers are there in total?" Boss Huang asked again.
Qin Mo lowered his head, "There are four other people besides me. They are..."
Boss Huang turned his head and said solemnly, "Did you hear clearly? Go and clean up the people."
"Yes." Several people left in response.
Qin Mo's face was expressionless, and he said in his heart that there was nothing he could do. If he doesn't make things clear, he will surely die. In this case, it is better to die as a daoist than to die. Anyway, they are just a temporary team, there is no friendship or morality to talk about.
Soon, Gao Chen was taken to the room.
Boss Huang asked slowly, "I heard that you deliberately set up a game to trick the residents into fighting zombies in order to avenge your personal revenge. Is this true?"
Qin Mo felt very relieved, and said to himself, you have today too! Unexpectedly, raising his head, he found that Gao Chen smiled indifferently.
"It's all right, the whole thing is not important anymore." Gao Chen sat down in front of Boss Huang familiarly, with a confident smile on his face and a lazy voice, "The elixir that cures all ailments, do you know? "