Matryoshka Off-Limits

Chapter 77: Sunset Red Tour Group

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Different from the wild parties in reality, the players gathered here today are not the kind of people who like to show off.

They each had their own things to do later, so after eating the cake and chatting briefly, they hurriedly left. Before leaving, Ji Yuanzhi notified the front desk to send someone to clean up the room. The last person to leave was the president himself, and Wen Shi specifically called him back.

"I have a birthday party to attend in two days. If you contact me and I don't respond in time, it means I'm at the birthday party."

President: “…”

So where exactly is the loneliness and pity

Ji Yuanzhi knew it was time to buy a new pair of glasses, and the organization was willing to reimburse him.

The orphan of the beautiful world smiled and waved, escorted the masked man out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

In the next few days, Wen Shi basically did not go out, lying on the luxurious bed in the hotel. After a long period of nervous tension, timely relaxation made him feel refreshed. Until the cooling time of the last tea party finally passed, Wen Shi began to invite all family members.

The first one to pass was the Earl.

"Ha—" Wen Shi admired his courage.

Not long after, the invitation to all members was approved.

It was already past noon, and everyone had time, so there was no need to wait any longer. When the system notified him that he could start, Wen Shi did not immediately click to agree. After a few days of decadence, he packed up a little, changed into a clean set of clothes, and then officially set off.

Nursing home, information room.

The old light bulbs were replaced with small colored lights, and a neat cream-yellow tablecloth was placed on the round table. On it was a crystal vase with fluffy baby's breath in it, which looked fresh and bright.

After the unpleasant parting last time, especially the young man who didn't get along with Jian Qingrong, after seeing the specially arranged environment, his first reaction was that it was a maze set up by the scheming man.

Not long after, Jian Qingrong emerged from the darkness pushing a cart with a three-layer cake on it that was very eye-catching.

The hostility in the boy's eyes faded a little, as if he had thought of something. Just as he was about to open his mouth to confirm, Ah Sang suddenly held the bowl and complained: "It was him, the bad guy who almost killed Dad!"

Of course, he was not accusing Jian Qingrong. In the corner that Ah Sang pointed to, colorful light was projected on the man's naturally pale face. The different colored beams of light gave the face, which was always gloomy, a more magical flavor. The gem on the top of the scepter in the left hand of the owner of the castle was shining. Although the child was full of anger, he had to admit that this man with great lethality looked very expensive.

Temperament is expensive, equipment is expensive, and looks are expensive.

There weren't many adjectives in his mind, and expensive and fragrant already occupied half of them.

It happened that Xie Tangyan had just been teleported over and his figure had not yet completely solidified when he received a real-name report from A Sang.

The long sword was unsheathed, and turned into a rainbow of light and went straight towards the earl. The staff and the sword blade collided, but the earl resisted with a powerful force.

Seeing this, the young man sneered, and a very lethal demon tail appeared, slapping the ground with a crisp and pleasant sound, and the sound waves spread out in circles, attracting people to look over involuntarily. His narrow eyes swept over here, and met the young man's eyes that could arouse infinite desire. A hint of ridicule flashed in the earl's scarlet eyes: "Rotten soul."

The owner of the castle is obsessed with the appearance of the soul, and the only thing that fascinates him is the smell of the soul.

The young man narrowed his eyes, finding it interesting. With his deliberate attempts to confuse people, there was one more person who didn't understand besides Jian Qingrong.

The next second, the slender figure disappeared from the spot, even faster than A Sang, and the nails with a faint glow scratched towards the neck of the owner of the castle.

The man was forced to take two steps back, avoiding the fatal spot. A long and deep gash appeared on his arm, and the blood gurgled out like a boiling oil pan in hell. One against two, there was no chance of winning, not to mention that the boy was very strong. If he wanted to use his ultimate move, no one here could resist him.

Restricted by the special suppression of his homeland, even though the Earl was only one thousandth of the family, wiping him out was still a taboo in his homeland. All his power was compressed in a closed space, which was quite depressing.

The young man didn't care about this. He would hit the victim as hard as he could and as disabled as he could.

The sword light, the devil's sweep, the scepter... the three forces collided, and the light and shadow were in chaos.

When Wen Shi finished packing and appeared, he happened to see this scene.

The game teleported him to the relative safety of the doorway, and the first sight of the melee was dazzling.

"Dad." A Sang hugged Wen Shi's arm, pulled him to sit down, stood on a stool and put a small birthday crown on him with both hands.

Across from him, Jian Qingrong was putting up birthday candles. It was the same face, but he had taken off the hypocritical porcelain mask he had worn while working in the factory. When he lowered his head and worked seriously, the true charm of this face was revealed.

Wen Shi's eyes always unconsciously glanced to the other side: "There..."

However, he was the only one who cared about the battle situation, while the other two, one big and one small, had already started clapping their hands to keep rhythm.

"Happy birthday to you… "

A few meters away: Xie Tangyan asked coldly: "Which hand did you use to hurt him?"

"Do everything according to your heart. Cutting off your hands is not enough, you should dig out your heart instead." The young man said with a smile.

The terrifying conversation was just around the corner. Wen Shi wanted to continue watching, but a warm song was playing in front of him: "Happy birthday to you..."

Jian Qingrong and Asang sang the birthday song in a very serious manner without being interrupted throughout the whole process.

In order to show respect, Wen Shi couldn't turn his head away, but forced himself to smile and sang along with them.

"Don't worry about them." When the birthday song ended, Jian Qingrong smiled and said, "Make a wish first."

Wen Shi closed his eyes, crossed his hands, and lowered his head slightly: "I hope..."

"Are you married?" The castle owner's slightly crazy voice floated over, "Didn't you ask me this question yourself? I'm just asking for an answer."

What responded to him was a three-foot long sword.

The fighting became intense again, with the sound of metal clashing being heard continuously.

"I hope--" Someone's blood spurted out and splashed onto Wen Shi's face, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Jian Qingrong used a tissue to help him wipe off the blood.

Wen Shi took a deep breath and tried to finish his words in one go: "I hope that my family can live in harmony. A harmonious family brings prosperity."

Before the sound of "Xing" was uttered, a black shadow flashed in front of him. With a loud bang, the owner of the castle was thrown to the other side by the devil's tail and fell heavily against the wall.

Xie Tangyan and the young man dodged and chased after him.

Wen Shi lowered his head and blew out the candle, once, twice, and it didn't go out until the third time.

A Sang and Jian Qingrong helped to blow the fire, and the fire burned even more vigorously.

Wen Shi: “…”

He was just daydreaming.

The tip of the sword finally reached the fragile throat, but after moving forward a little at the beginning, it was restricted by the home system and could not continue to stab.

The owner of the castle had many wounds on his body, including a cut at the corner of his eye. At the moment when blood was dripping, he stared at the tip of the sword, and the desire in his eyes was growing.

Xie Tangyan pointed the sword at him, but his eyes were looking at Wen Shi, and he gave an example on the spot: "Watch out, brother, those who can react when their chin is lifted by a sword are no different from animals. If you see them in the future, stab them to death directly."

Wen Shi hesitated for a moment: "It's okay."

The owner of the castle looked up, not expecting him to speak for him.

"When I tortured others with my sword, some onlookers even got excited."

In the midst of a sea of blood, there is someone whose favorability is rising rapidly.

Jian Qingrong, a spectator, sat in his original position quite calmly. When the other party threatened Harajuku Guan with a sword, the tip of the sword slid from the throat to the waist and abdomen. At that moment, there were beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. It was really sexy.

Recalling that scene, Jian Qingrong's Adam's apple tightened and his slender and distinct fingers closed suspiciously.

Seeing this scene, Xie Tangyan suddenly fell silent.

Wen Shi thought about it and asked the boy: "Is this perverted?"

He used to think it was just a minor psychological problem.

The boy answered seriously, "I don't know. I usually use my toes to pick people's chins, not swords."

Ah Sang seemed to understand, but still tried hard to join the conversation: "I only make people bow their heads." He deliberately held the bowl in his left hand and demonstrated the action: "Just hit the top of the head."

“…” Xie Tangyan’s expression was as cold as ice.

This family is amazing because of you.

The boy jumped back onto the high chair, which was a perfect fit for him. The devil's tail dangled underneath, swaying back and forth, just like the slight complaint he was making at the moment: "I can't kill it. It's a bit annoying."

Damn the rules and restrictions, the scheming man can’t be killed, and the crazy man can’t be killed either.

Wen Shi bit the tip of the cake and said, "If I work harder, I can develop a new function [Come to my house]."

He has been coveting this feature for a long time, but it is such a damn evil that it requires 10,000 points to unlock it.

Ah Sang was excited: "Are you going to invite food to be our guest?"

Wen Shi nodded.

A Sang: "Come on, Dad!"

Wen Shi handed him the cherry on the cake, thinking about how to make a fortune. With the friendship of Hug Bear, Wen Shi could not fleece the financial sponsor anymore. It was time to swing the sickle towards new leeks.

Throughout the tea party, Wen Shi was bathed in the bloody wind of love. In the second half, Ah Sang suddenly joined the battle and temporarily replaced the boy to accompany Wen Shi to eat cake. Everyone took turns in turn, always maintaining a two-on-one situation, and completed the birthday celebration for Wen Shi without delaying either of them.

Blood was gushing out. Wen Shi tried to block it at first, but gradually he became numb and was almost able to eat cream cake with blood.

What surprised Wen Shi the most was Jian Qingrong's ability. The other party never came close to him, but calmly cut his palm. Molecules with bloody smell instantly spread in the air. After being caught by the earl's nose, he slowed down the other party's attack through a trace of connection with the source of pollution.

When Jian Qingrong was present as a relatively complete body, the power he exerted was much stronger than that in the state of Big Eyeball.

The mixed doubles came to an end when the system indicated that afternoon tea was about to end.

The Earl's blood is indeed thick. Even though he is covered with wounds, he still has the strength to fight.

Wen Shi was just about to make a few verbal attacks to express his anger over being pierced through the heart by a scepter that day, when Jian Qingrong suddenly walked up to him, bent down and hung a cold object around Wen Shi's neck.

Wen Shi's skin broke out in goose bumps. His first reaction was the eyeballs. He soon realized that the eyeballs could not be taken to the virtual world, so he looked down and found that it was a pendant.

Red in color, with slightly cloudy edges, it resembles an amber pendant.

Jian Qingrong: "There is a drop of my blood in it. I will try to find you through it."

"By a drop of blood?"

Jian Qingrong smiled and said, "The heart is the most polluted place. This is a drop of heart blood, and the eyes can sense it."

His left eye was still bandaged, and his scarecrow body was currently being further modified in the laboratory. He looked extremely sick.

Wen Shi rubbed his brows. The slices in the laboratory were not cut like this. Gouging out the eyes, poking the heart... it was just short of digging out the bones.

"you… "

Jian Qingrong interrupted softly: "I know what's going on."

His body has long been a super source of pollution. Unlike normal humans, if he wants to evolve, the best sample is still himself.

"Afternoon tea is over and the home is temporarily closed."

Wen Shi took advantage of the last moment to say goodbye to everyone. Xie Tangyan stepped directly over the earl's gorgeous clothes, took two steps in the direction where Wen Shi was about to disappear, and warned him, "Be careful."

Wen Shi nodded, waved his hand and said, "See you next time."

The game will not be delayed for even a minute and teleportation will start immediately.

When he opened his eyes again, he was shocked to see himself in front of him.

Familiar lights, dressing mirror on the wall, and after two seconds he realized he was back in the hotel.

Thanks to the good rest in the past two days, the dark circles under the eyes of the person in the mirror have faded. Wen Shi touched the pendant stuck on his collarbone. Jian Qingrong's aesthetic taste is not a problem. The pendant is very delicately made and has a layer of silver plated on the outside.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, then sent a message to Ji Yuanzhi:

-

Please tell me how to get points quickly.

A quote of the day: games are damn black-hearted businessmen.

Five minutes later, before he could get a reply from Ji Yuanzhi, Wen Shi was about to call to order food, but Ji Yuanzhi called him unexpectedly and said straight to the point, "There is an opportunity recently, but it's very risky."

Wen Shi has a firm belief: "People die for money, birds die for food!"

"…" Ji Yuanzhi was silent for a moment, "It's a unique copy."

A unique copy does not refer to a rare book. Wen Shi had read about the popularization of two-round endgames and three-round unique copies in the Virtual World Guide before. It means that after the second round of endgames, it becomes a endgame again, which is called a unique copy.

Compared to the danger of having a single copy, Wen Shi was more concerned about another point: "Players have no initiative in deciding which copy they can participate in."

"The president of the First Commandment has a way to bring people in. He is currently meeting with the president to discuss the matter in detail. If you can convince him, you can go in with him."

"Why is he mobilizing so many troops?" Wen Shi exclaimed, "Could it be that he wants to persuade your guild leader to join him?"

"yes."

The affirmative answer made Wen Shi's joking expression disappear, and he asked further.

"A thirty-person team battle. After two rounds, sixty players died, but for some reason the dungeon is still open."

After a short silence, Wen Shixu smiled and said, "I'd better look for other channels."

He still cherishes his life.

Before hanging up, Wen Shi casually asked, "How much can you usually settle for a book with such a high mortality rate?"

"About 20,000 or 30,000."

Wen Shi brought the communicator back in front of him: "Where are they meeting? I'll go now."

"… "

All important matters were discussed within the guild, and Wen Shi could not get in alone. The hotel staff took him to the door of an imposing building, and Wen Shi waited there for Ji Yuanzhi to pick him up.

The area around the guild building was extremely quiet. This area was basically enclosed by the Two Commandments, and no one dared to trespass.

Wen Shi soon waited for Ji Yuanzhi.

"Do they want to see me? If not, I'll write a few words on the message board."

Wen Shi has always been flexible. After all, it was a big deal for a newcomer like him to suddenly ask to join in.

He asked as he walked, but Ji Yuanzhi didn't answer. He pushed open the first door at the corner. In addition to the masked man, there was a man and a woman sitting in the room.

The woman yawned, looking like she was half asleep. Wen Shi took a closer look and confirmed that she was not sleepy, but was trying to hold on despite being extremely weak. The man on the other side had a pair of eyes that were said to be affectionate even to dogs. He had high brow bones and deep eye sockets. His temperament was as calm as the ocean, and he had a sense of tolerance.

One of these two people is the president, and the other one must also be someone else. If it weren't for this premise, Wen Shi might have been deceived by the man's infinitely gentle appearance and formed the initial impression that he was easy to get along with.

The man took the initiative to greet her: "Hello, I'm Li Nan, the president of Yijie." Then he introduced the woman: "This is Qi Qi, the vice president."

He was not arrogant at all, which made Wen Shi extremely alert. He stretched out his hand and shook it lightly: "Pei Wenwei."

"Ji Yuanzhi thinks highly of you, saying that you can break through unexpected situations, and sometimes even lead others to victory without doing anything."

Wen Shi waved his hand shyly: "Thank you for the compliment."

"Let's get back to the point." The masked man on the main seat knocked on the armrest of the chair: "Since this is a team battle instance, we might be enemies when we go in. Isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to invite me so actively?"

The question was asked slowly and with great pressure. Li Nan responded calmly: "This is why I came. Qi Qi has already calculated that in this group battle, all the players who enter belong to the same faction."

Although the president of the Second Commandment was wearing a mask, one could inexplicably feel that his brows were furrowed beneath the mask.

Not to mention him, Wen Shi's breath was also choked. The players united as one, but what was standing on the other side of that line? A monster? No matter from which angle you consider it, the whole thing is very strange.

Masked man: "What else has she done?"

Wen Shi observed calmly, Qi Qi's skill was undoubtedly divination, and being able to become the vice president of the largest guild, her level was probably far above Zhou Xiaochun.

Li Nan then slowly uttered two words: "Key."

To leave the copy, you need to collect three keys, and the hall with only five people suddenly becomes so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

Wen Shi finally understood the expressions of others when he talked about the clues about Frank Hospital in the cemetery. He didn't know whether he should listen or not.

Li Nan continued without disguising, "I came to you to discuss cooperation because I know you well. We agreed in advance that whichever party gets the key will have to pay the other party 60,000 points."

This is to avoid unnecessary killing.

"Okay." The masked man agreed readily.

"I have a seven-person team prop. We will each bring one person. Excluding Pei Wenwei, there are still two spots. I plan to invite Xiao Min from the Deep Space Guild and Qian Laiya from the Mockingbird Guild."

The masked man thought about it for a moment and did not object.

Without any unnecessary polite words, Li Nan stood up and said, "Based on the situation of the last two rounds of the game, this dungeon will recruit new players every seven days. It has only been four days since the last round of the game. See you at the square at 11 o'clock the day after tomorrow."

Qi Qi almost left hanging on Li Nan's body, the backlash of divination caused great harm to her body.

After the two men walked away, Wen Shi was quite surprised at how smoothly the trip went: "Give me a free spot?"

It's rare to meet someone with a key, so shouldn't we bring our own people

The masked man said in a deep voice: "Variables."

Wen Shi's thinking on gaming is somewhat different from that of the big guys, but he doesn't hide it at all and looks at Ji Yuanzhi with an open mind.

"The result of Qi Qi's divination is probably bad," Ji Yuanzhi analyzed, "Xiao Min and Qian Lai are not particularly powerful players, but they are smart. These two people are similar to you and often do not follow the ordinary path. The more daring the player is, the more likely he is to become a breakthrough point. This is the variable. Coupled with the strength of the president, Li Nan wants to revive the deadlock in this way."

The decision-making power always lies with the individual. Ji Yuanzhi never likes to make decisions for others, so when Wen Shi asked, he did not hide the news of the lone copy. Now he simply reminded from a friend's perspective: "Think twice before you act."

Then he said to the masked man, "Don't worry, I'll be here at the guild."

President: “…”

He will definitely not give up the key, this is a foregone conclusion, but with the comparison with the previous sentence, why does it sound so awkward

The guild cannot be leaderless, so only one of the two can go. The same goes for Yijie. Li Nan will not bring Qi Qi with him.

The masked man and Ji Yuanzhi needed to discuss the candidates for this trip. Wen Shi didn't think it would be interesting to stay here any longer, so he prepared to leave. Before leaving, he looked at the president of the Second Commandment and said, "I haven't asked for your name yet."

The masked man considered the candidate, without looking up at him, and said calmly: "Yu Xingzhou."

After leaving the guild building, Wen Shi went directly to the square.

The present was different from the past. He was about to go to a dungeon with the leaders of the two major guilds. If someone wanted to catch him and interrogate him like before, the guilds would not sit idly by. With his safety guaranteed, Wen Shi stayed in the square for a while longer. He stood in front of the huge projection screen and looked up at the ongoing dungeon game.

One of them was particularly eye-catching. There were several rows of numbers of the participating players alone. Now all those numbers turned gray and completely transformed into a string of cold numbers.

At the top was the name of the dungeon. Wen Shi squinted his eyes and read it out:

"Sunset Red Tour Group."

In the virtual world of perennial fog, it gets dark especially early when the sun is about to set. The blood-red afterglow barely shines through the clouds and onto the square, making people feel bone-chillingly cold.

Wen Shi stared at the projection screen quietly. All he could do was try his best to stay alive and not let his number turn gray.

Two days passed in a flash.

Two days later, close to midnight, many people gathered in the square of the virtual world. Calculating the time, the unique copy would be available again tonight, and they were curious about who would enter the game.

"Fuck." The silence was broken by a swear word.

Not only him, many people also made the same exclamation immediately after arriving. They rubbed their eyes to make sure they saw it correctly. In front of the square, the presidents of the First and Second Commandments were standing together and talking.

The players looked at each other in bewilderment. It was unlikely that the president of a big guild would come and join in the fun. There was only one possibility, that these two people wanted to go to the next level.

"Do you think they will..." Someone whispered, "Will they order a unique copy?"

Players cannot choose their own copies, but as the top two guilds, they always have some special means.

"I'm more curious why Pei Wenwei is there wherever there is something strange?"

Everyone was paying attention to the big boss at the beginning, but after he said that, everyone saw Wen Shi standing shoulder to shoulder with the big boss, who was taking the time to nibble on a chocolate bar.

"… "

There are still ten minutes until midnight, and the news that the two presidents are going to join forces spread quickly.

Many powerful players woke up instantly after receiving the news, got out of bed and thought about what treasures this dungeon had that could attract so many people. Some even considered whether to enter the dungeon at midnight. Although the possibility was very low, if you choose to enter the dungeon during that time period, there is a chance that you will encounter a unique copy.

No matter what others thought, Li Nan remained indifferent in the square, and kept looking down at his watch to count the time.

In the last ten seconds, Wen Shi heard the system prompt sound.

[Player 366633 uses multiplayer team props to invite you. Do you agree to the invitation? ]

"yes."

[Waiting for other members’ approval]

[All teams formed successfully]

[Player 366633 uses the prop stamp. This game is a directional version of the Sunset Red Tour Group. ]

[Sunset Red Travel Group: Medium-sized Group Battle Dungeon

Number of players: 30

Initial camp: All players are in the same camp

Plot summary: This is a high-end tour group specially provided for successful people. The passengers who sign up here have achieved something in their life journey. Successful people always lose their modesty. They prove the saying: below them, there are clear classes, above them, all beings are equal. Sunset Red Tour Group is a tour group specially designed for successful people to find their original selves!

The tour group can ensure that passengers can have a dream trip from the moment they board the train to the moment they arrive at their destination. This year, in order to give back to the support of new and old friends, the Sunset Red Tour Group has specially added a tourist attraction!

Role: Your name is Aaron. You just participated in a thrilling love story and unexpectedly learned about the missing family members. It turns out that you are the legitimate heir of Frank Hospital! In order to take back the hospital, you began to form your own team and sent the host to the front line as an undercover agent. Now you are no longer alone. You have comrades, friends, and admirers who have unclear intentions for you. After leaving the coffin village, you became arrogant. In order to adjust your mentality, you specially signed up for the Sunset Red Tour Group, which claims to help all tourists find their original intentions.

Note: Don't get on the wrong train after entering the station. You need to board the green train with colorful flags.

Please note that all player skills are locked from the time you enter the station until the train arrives at the tourist destination.]

Wen Shi's eyes twitched as he watched. Although he knew that the background was created by a dog game, he still couldn't help but complain. Compared with being arrogant, the more fatal thing about this character setting is that it is courting death. Why sign up for a tour group when you have nothing better to do

Skill lock means that he has to use the summoning skills in advance. Summoning essential combination package: game recommendation.

Wen Shi stated his request as usual, and this time the system sent a different prompt tone:

"In this round, the intervention of the parallel world may not be a good thing. Please consider it carefully."

This is the first time the game has given such a warning.

Wen Shi was silent for a moment. In the previous summons, he had at least concluded that his parallel self had also encountered difficulties. The game provided them with a way out and required everyone to help each other. Wen Shi didn't know how long he could last in the dungeon, but if he stopped summoning, there would be another parallel self to continue facing the dilemma.

Don't make decisions for others.

On this point, Wen Shi and Ji Yuanzhi maintain a high degree of similarity.

"Can you tell him if he wants to see me?"

Wen Shi doesn't like lying to his own people, and he believes it's the same over there.

In a moment, the system's cold reminder sounded again: "The other party really wants to see you."

Wen Shi did not hesitate: "Summon."

[Skill 'I am who I am' activated, this recommendation score is fifty. ]

[The target object has consigned an item to you. Would you like to accept it? The consignment fee is 10 points. ]

Mosquito spirit? Even sucking this little blood!

Wen Shi took a deep breath and said, "Received."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold object appeared in his hand. At the same time, the copy began to load and the world fell into complete darkness.

(End of this chapter)