Outside the hotel, Wen Shi stood under the semi-dark sky, feeling as if he had forgotten something.
After a moment, his expression changed: Song Yan!
Has Song Yan come out
Wen Shi’s last impression was that he was sitting at the table in the dormitory, quietly waiting for the body transformation effect to end.
He quickly called Ji Yuanzhi: "Where's Song Yan? Do you know if he's back?"
"I took it to the concert first, and brought it back after the instance was over."
Wen Shi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Fortunately, there was still someone reliable.
After hanging up the phone, I thought to myself that my memory shouldn’t be so bad that I would forget about a living person.
Wen Shi had a bad guess. Would it be possible that the longer Song Yan used his body transformation in the copy, the easier it would be for him to be forgotten in the copy
It was obvious that Ji Yuanzhi's skills were related to information retrieval. He was naturally sensitive to all kinds of information, so he could still remember it.
"It seems that this skill cannot be abused in dungeons."
Song Yan must not have transformed back yet, otherwise he would have contacted me as soon as possible. Wen Shi sent a reminder message and then walked towards the virtual square.
In the virtual square at the same time period, you can also see groups of three or two preparing for the next copy.
A young man was talking to Pei Hongxin. His attitude was just right and his tone was calm, but with a slight arrogance of a veteran player.
After talking about the things that needed attention, the young man did not take out the team forming props immediately. Instead, he moved his eyes around the square boredly.
Seeing that he had no intention of placing an order, Pei Hongxin frowned and said, "Someone else wants to..."
“By the way, there will be a powerful player joining our team later. Don’t offend him, or I won’t be able to protect you.” The young man easily took control of the conversation.
He packaged Wen Shi into a mysterious image, and his tone revealed a hint of strength, so Pei Hongxin couldn't raise any objections.
However, Pei Hongxin was not as easy to fool as others, and quickly got to the point: "Will the participation of powerful players increase the difficulty of the dungeon?"
"He's only strong relative to you and me. As long as the overall level of the dungeon remains the same, there's no problem." The young man suddenly paused and said, "Here it comes."
Pei Hongxin looked over there and saw a person whose figure and appearance could not be clearly seen walking towards him on the southeast side of the square.
He walked calmly, and despite trying to cover himself up in many ways, he still had an unobstructed bright aura, and the first impression he gave was that he was not very old.
Wen Shi didn't even look at Pei Hongxin, but nodded slightly to the young man.
The young man decisively activated the team props.
[Matching a copy with a strange legend scene... ]
[Player 458887 invites you to form a team. Do you agree? ]
Pei Hongxin had never used the team-building props, but when he saw the team-building that seemed to involve directional matching, he immediately became suspicious.
The young man quickly explained to him: "Using this method, you can enter the copy containing relevant elements, which is helpful for preparing the corresponding props in advance."
Pei Hongxin opened the game store and searched for the keyword: Ghost Story Legend Scene, which is one of the cheaper scene skins.
This made him completely indecisive, and he suddenly wanted to quit.
Wen Shi had never spoken to Pei Hongxin and was not worried about exposing his identity because of his voice.
"Hurry up." To be on the safe side, he deliberately kept his voice hoarse, at least people would not associate it with the clean and clear voice of a boy: "Once the time limit is over, the team props will be useless."
Waste props will definitely offend people, but Pei Hongxin is still worried about the problem of matching the scenes.
"I have mystical abilities," Wen Shi seemed to know his concerns, "I can better play to my strengths in this type of ability."
After thinking for a few seconds, Pei Hongxin finally decided to accept the invitation under the urging of both parties.
[All members formed a team successfully]
"The copy of "The Horror Society" has been successfully loaded."
[Horror Society: Role Playing Book
Difficulty: [C ~? ]
Initial number of players:
Plot summary:
[The Horror Society is a special periodical, edited by horror master Mei Nao Nao, published by You Lai You Qu Publishing House, and is a comprehensive reading material for readers of all ages. The stories in it have strong dramatic conflicts and are well-liked by readers after they were released. However, not every work can arouse strong love from readers. The Horror Society has collected a lot of serialized short stories, but the response is mediocre, and the editor is preparing to remove them from the shelves.
Role identity:
You are an obsessive-compulsive person. You cannot tolerate the story being cut before you see the ending, and you swear to change the publisher's opinion.
Note: This copy is a role-playing copy. Once your identity is discovered by an important NPC, you will be stuck in the story forever.
Note: There is competition among players in this instance, so please be prepared at all times.
Note: Your story must be interesting!]
[The first short story you need to save is called "Staying the Eagle"]
It was the first time that Wen Shi encountered this kind of game. This miser who was always trying to squeeze out players' points did not ask if he needed to be summoned in advance as usual.
Last time it was because the game didn't like Yaerlin, this time Wen Shi knew it wouldn't be that easy. So he didn't take the initiative to ask, and planned to wait until he entered the dungeon to explore it.
After the brief feeling of weightlessness, Wen Shi subconsciously wanted to open his eyes as usual to observe the surrounding environment. However, the lack of oxygen made everything in his vision blurry. A pair of wet and pale hands were strangling his neck fiercely, and Wen Shi struggled reflexively.
Wen Shiben had good physical strength, but it was obvious that before the successful transmission, the game had arranged for him to be strangled for a while and his body was seriously exhausted.
Vaguely thinking of the cloak he wore before entering the dungeon, before he completely lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen, Wen Shi silently said in his mind: Turn on the invisibility function.
[Small Cloak] One minute of invisibility per day.
The person is gone, but the feeling remains.
The ghost was stunned for a moment.
Wen Shi took the opportunity to bend his knees and push upwards with force, and this time it seemed that he hit the ghost's stomach.
It was very soft, without any elasticity, and felt like a pile of meat paste. The hand stuck on his neck loosened, and Wen Shi quickly rolled off the bed.
Being invisible does not mean being soundless. He immediately held his breath, and his face, already lacking oxygen, became even redder. At the same time, he took off his mask and threw it to the other side, using the sound to attract the ghost's attention.
Wen Shi took the opportunity to move carefully and slowly towards the door.
While moving, he finally figured out his current environment.
The layout of a standard hotel room is that of a large bed, a long table facing the room, and an LCD TV hanging on the wall.
There was no light in the room, the only source of light was the TV playing the news.
[00:39]
The cloak's invisibility time was almost half over. While Wen Shi was hurrying to move to the door, he did not forget to look at the ghost who wanted to kill him at the beginning.
Under the light of the LCD, that swollen cotton-like thing looked nothing like a human. Its arms and hands were extremely large, and based on the palm area, it could lock Wen Shi's neck with just one hand.
After Wen Shi came to this conclusion, he stood up gently and prepared to unlock the door and run out, but the game prompt sounded as if it was against him:
[Side Quest: Accommodation
Task content: Please complete a night's stay in the hotel. Good sleep is the basis for maintaining your spirit, and you need to sleep for at least six hours.
Mission Reward: Memo]
When the prompt sound ended crisply, the evil ghost also disappeared.
Wen Shi brushed off the dust on his body, sat back on the bed and took a breath. He knew in his heart that it was only a matter of time before the ghost appeared again.
Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, a translucent electronic watch suddenly appeared on his left wrist. It looked very high-end. If it weren't for the simple furnishings in this hotel, which were not much different from the real world, just by looking at the watch, Wen Shi would have thought that the background of this copy was some high-tech world.
Wen Shi studied the dial. The upper left corner was the number of readers, currently at two, and there would occasionally be a prompt below.
"Grandma Scissor enters the horror reading live broadcast area."
The number of readers has become three.
[Grandma Scissor: It’s a bit boring. I want to watch this.]
[… He used scissors to cut his nails little by little, then his toes, and finally his fingers… Oh, if you want to cut it like this, I’m willing to watch it for a day.]
Wen Shi had experienced being watched once in Fengguan Village, but he was unable to see the audience's comments in person that time. He only heard about them occasionally from the frustrated host.
This time it was much the same, except that the comments of the onlookers were more intuitively reflected in front of him. Thinking of this, he decided not to pay attention to this electronic watch face anymore.
Watching people suffer is the monster's pleasure, and Wen Shi is in no mood to hurt himself to please the NPCs.
[Grandma Scissors: It has to be interesting. Articles without interesting content will be rejected! ]
The other party hinted that when the number of readers dropped to zero, he would die.
Wen Shi raised a friendly smile, and with his eyes slightly red from lack of oxygen, he looked like a little animal begging for mercy.
Grandma Scissors was expecting Wen Shi to gradually surrender and ask for help, and then she would teach him how to do things.
Unexpectedly, the beautiful lips moved, and Wen Shi slowly uttered a word: "Get lost."
This situation may exist in the future, and the number of readers is linked to death, but a book that starts with a C level cannot do this from the beginning. The key is to think about how to survive tonight.
Just when I was about to look away completely because it was too warm, a new prompt appeared below the dial:
"Patient in bed 109 of Frank Hospital enters the horror reading area."
[Patient in bed 109 of Frank Hospital: Just woke up, so bored, is there any good new story in "Horror Club"? ... Damn, why is it "Eagle Staying" again? Hasn't this crappy story been removed yet? @Patient in bed 144 of Frank Hospital]
"Patient No. 144 in bed at Frank Hospital enters the live broadcast room."
[It seems like the characters in the story have changed a lot, but the protagonist looks okay. I just don’t know what it would look like if I cut it open? Are the internal organs fresh?]
They were talking as if no one was around, and Wen Shiji lowered his eyes in time, his long, trembling eyelashes hiding the ripples in his eyes.
It turns out that this time the audience is not just the group hiding behind the ghost gate, but monsters facing the multi-dimensional space, and even some monsters in Franco Hospital can be seen.
Obviously the two patients who came in did not recognize him, but as the story goes on and more and more readers come, he may attract some mysterious patients from deeper areas of the hospital.
Wen Shi narrowed his eyes slightly. This was really a... once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to learn about the future industry.
Knowing that the two patients would leave the live broadcast room after a few words, Wen Shi tried to communicate directly. He first asked impatiently: "Grandma Scissors, why don't you get out?"
The patient who was about to leave was stunned.
Is he chasing customers away
Grandma Scissors is about to explode with anger.
Every time this segment happened, she was flattered crazily. Who would have thought that at her age, she would be insulted.
Faced with such an arrogant character, Grandma Scissor really wants to see how the other party will die in the end.
[It's quite spicy. I'm a little interested. ]
Seeing the new comment posted by No. 109, Wen Shi smiled, knowing that his goal had been achieved, and began to focus on the task temporarily.
He touched his pocket and luckily the game was equipped with a mobile phone. It was now 11:30 at night.
Wen Shi thought silently for a moment, then opened the door and walked out.
downstairs.
In the hotel lobby, a player was sitting in the lounge area, almost collapsing: "I haven't slept for three days. If I continue like this, I will die of sudden death sooner or later!"
There were four people sitting here, they were teleported into the game in two batches, and now only four of the seven people were left. Everyone had dark circles under their eyes, and the male player had a scruffy beard and a sallow complexion due to lack of rest.
The first task is very perverted. You must sleep for six hours, but as soon as you fall asleep, a fierce ghost will appear and strangle you to death. Even if you kill the ghost once, it will appear again. You can't make up for sleep during the day. If you take a nap, the game will prompt [Please rest within the specified time].
They tried many methods, such as a group of people gathering together to take turns to keep watch, but they were warned that they could only stay in a single room after midnight.
If the same warning is triggered a second time, you will definitely die.
Seeing that the clock on the wall was about to reach twelve o'clock, some players finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to rush out of the hotel.
A person who was on good terms with him grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall before he ran out: "Is this your first time? You shouted I want to go home and rushed out without caring about anything!"
"What else can we do? Wait to die?"
Ding-
The sound of the elevator door opening brought the quarrel to an abrupt end, and everyone turned around at the same time.
In order to facilitate his movements, Wen Shi put away his cloak. Now that he had successfully tricked Pei Hongxin into making a move, there was no need for him to conceal his identity any longer.
Currently, all the players in the hall are ordinary players. Since they have never seen Wen Shi, they can only guess that he is a new player who was pulled in.
This copy is very strange. It is neither a endgame nor a unique copy. As long as the number of hotel guests is reduced to four, new players will be pulled in.
Wen Shi first looked at the front desk and found that there was no one. He did not take the initiative to greet these players, but walked straight to the door.
"Please make way."
The two players who had just rushed outside to pull the fight were stunned when they saw this and subconsciously stepped aside half a step.
I walked out of the revolving door and there was a road outside. It was late at night and there were few pedestrians.
Wen Shi waved his hand and a taxi stopped. After he got in, the taxi drove straight out of the road and disappeared into the night.
The monsters watching in the reading area were stunned.
The group of people behind him were also stunned.
The player who was shouting about rushing out moved his lips, and asked in shock, "Did he... just leave?"
The person next to him swallowed and said, "Not only did he leave, he left in a taxi."
(End of this chapter)