When Wen Shi was talking to the boy, his expression was mixed with just the right amount of criticism, as if they were just two unrelated passers-by pointing fingers.
If she hadn't witnessed everything with her own eyes, the girl would have complained about their innocence.
The boy suddenly asked, "Where did you buy the museum ticket?"
"Ticket vending machine." Wen Shi rubbed his nose. "Generally, the system will upload transaction data to the terminal, so you can check it if you want."
They have all been stamped to prove that they have been here, and the identity exchange will be exposed sooner or later. Anyway, as long as I can safely survive the check-in task, nothing else matters.
There were more than one player and shadow standing around the big screen in the square. The fire in the museum happened in the morning, and most of them were still working at that time. The only one who had the chance to go to the museum was the one who got the free ticket. When they saw Wen Shi showing up generously, they couldn't help but be surprised. Were they really not afraid of being reported
Some people have already written down the reporting phone number on the screen and are thinking about whether to find a place to call it and try.
Wen Shi interrupted their beautiful imagination of the bounty and said with a half-smile: "The tour guide hasn't taken any action yet, why are you so anxious?"
Reporting also requires direct evidence. The people of Xiyang Town are simple and rough. They can find out by themselves just a clue of who has entered the museum. Not only will the reporter not receive the reward, but he may also be blamed.
What really made those present give up the idea was the presence of the tour guide. If such a good thing really happened, it would not be their turn.
When it was almost six o'clock, everyone was rushing to Tianchang Square, regardless of whether they had completed their mission or not.
When Song Yan saw Wen Shi, he walked quickly over to join them. There were too many shadows in the square, and he was worried that he would be assassinated if he was not careful.
After all, they had met before, so Wen Shi took the initiative to ask, "Is the mission completed?"
If not, he can transfer appropriate money.
Unexpectedly, Song Yan nodded and showed him the sign.
All five chapters were collected, including three high-consumption occasions. Wen Shi was a little surprised. When he was a rookie, he at least had a skill. Song Yan had no skills and no props, so it was really not easy to complete it.
"When I saw those punch-in tasks in the morning, I was stunned. I didn't dare to go to work for fear of being cheated by the natives, so I could only pick up bottles." Song Yan talked about his adventure of the day.
Wen Shi's mouth twitched when he heard that. Another Zerg player was also scavenging. The two of them had surprisingly similar thoughts.
"But this is not a solution. After hesitating for a long time, I decided to go find you in order to save my life." The museum was too far away, and Song Yan walked there after some hesitation. "I was only halfway there when I saw a fire in the distance."
Worried that Wen Shi was on a mission, he didn't dare to call directly. If the phone rang and it happened to violate the death rule, it would be a serious sin.
"Since I'm here, I decided to go take a look. When I arrived, the tour guide and the turtle man were there. I heard an investigator say that the deceased got off work at the Scream House yesterday and came to the museum to work part-time during the day. This made me very excited..." Song Yan swallowed hard and said to Wen Shi, "I quickly used the last bit of change to take a taxi to the Scream House. The staff were all dead, so maybe there was no one there during the day. I went to the back door and it was locked. If you stick your head out, you'll get hurt. Didn't the tour guide pay a lot of money yesterday? I stole everything after picking the lock."
Speaking of this, Song Yan still felt a lingering fear, "Fortunately, the Screaming House is located in a hidden place, and there are not many people during the day."
Wen Shi's eyelids jumped: "And then?"
“Then I went and spent money.”
Yu Xingzhou suddenly turned his head and looked at Wen Shi silently.
“…” Shit, look at what he’s doing
Song Yan scratched his head embarrassedly, looked at Wen Shi and said, "On the way there, I was worried that the Screaming House had been looted by you, boss. I didn't expect the lock was still there."
Wen Shi was silent. What kind of image did he have in other people's minds
Having said that, robbing the Screaming House is indeed a good choice. Those scary places like to open late at night, and it is much safer during the day. When the ticket seller received the payment yesterday, he put it directly into the drawer, proving that there is a certain probability that he will not take it away.
The tour guide finally appeared at Tianchang Square, stood on a platform next to the fountain, and waved a flag to let everyone pass.
Yu Xingzhou patted Wen Shi's shoulder and said, "Good teaching."
After Song Yan entered the game, he followed Wen Shi for a period of time. It is impossible to say that his way of thinking was not influenced by Wen Shi.
Even Wen Shi himself could not deny this. He looked at the bounty notice on the big screen, his eyes glancing at Song Yan's excited smile, and a sentence popped up in his mind: a group of bandits.
The gang walked together and in tacit understanding towards the fountain. After they stopped, they looked up at the sky.
Even without looking at each other, he could feel the guide's eyes that looked like she wanted to kill him. Not only him, but everyone felt it. The anger in the guide's eyes was comparable to the flames in the museum in the news.
Qian Lai was also different enough. Every time when others were afraid of being implicated and kept away from Wen Shi, he would approach and talk to her. He checked the time and said, "We will soon experience the sunset spectacle of Sunset Town again."
Wen Shi vaguely sensed that this person had some hidden world-weariness and admiration for the strong, which could be seen from Qian Laiye's shadow's ridicule in the library earlier.
Qian Lai is also very good at reading people's expressions and knows what he is thinking. "Before I entered the game, I was just an ordinary person, and my life was not very eventful."
I am still in this state now. I feel that life is meaningless and death is even more boring. I can only desperately interact with people to find a sense of belonging. Important NPCs are authoritative in the game. Qian Lai can also feel a sense of confrontation with the world from the angry gaze of the tour guide.
After saying that, Qian Laiye's breathing became a little faster. Wen Shi forced a smile. Obviously, everyone was not normal, but in comparison, he was the normal one.
"Hypocritical villain." Qian Laiye's shadow took the opportunity to mock.
He wanted to take action, but when he saw Wen, he remembered the twenty yuan agreement and held back.
At six o'clock, the clock tower opposite the square struck the time.
No one died in this round.
The free activities are generally safe. Even if you fail to complete the check-in point, only some organs will be stolen, which is not fatal. If you want to be safe, just avoid the projects provided by travel agencies on the tourist signs and special places like museums. Except for Yu Xingzhou who challenged the Sky Tower, others would rather fail to check in than experience the free projects.
After checking the travel cards one by one, the tour guide stayed next to Wen Shi for a few more seconds. The museum's stamp had become out of print and seemed to emit a mocking light in the sunlight.
"You really know how to have fun." These were the three words Wen Shi gave her on the first day, and the tour guide returned them to her intact.
Before the sound faded away in her ears, the tour guide had already walked to the next person.
The player was just one check-in point away, and the tour guide finally had a smile on her face.
Under the checks and balances of the rules, the player's body instantly froze, and he could only watch as a small flying insect rushed into his left eye. The insect stayed on his eyelid for a few seconds, and the player's field of vision suddenly shrank, and his left eyelid collapsed. When he was able to move again, his eyelid could no longer be opened.
He lost the sight in his left eye.
The insect grew a lot in size and was put into a transparent container by the tour guide.
The whole process is silent and bloodless, but it makes people's hair stand on end.
"Little bright flying insect."
The boy's sudden mumbling caught Wen Shi's attention. When he turned his head, the boy said, "There is an introduction to this kind of insect in the museum."
When it was the next person's turn, the other person pretended to be calm and asked, "Can I choose by myself?"
The tour guide nodded.
"Left ear."
The player whose eyesight was taken away almost couldn't hold back his curse words. If he had known this, he would have chosen it himself.
After the tour guide finished checking everything, she finally calmed down again, thinking that today's work was not in vain.
The travel agency has taken saving to its core. After a day's trip, everyone takes the bus back home.
While waiting for the bus, the tour guide stood next to Wen Shi and said with a fake smile: "The ticket machine shows that only one person has purchased a full ticket today."
She said in a tone that was half threatening and half tempting: "Where did the old man and the scarecrow who followed you go? As long as you tell me their whereabouts, I promise that everything will be written off."
Wen Shi smiled and responded calmly: "Don't forget that besides me, there are other people who have visited."
Since the gathering, he took the initiative to meet the guide's gaze for the first time: "A stingy tour guide suddenly paid for the tickets for tourists out of his own pocket. Who of us is more suspicious?"
The bus came and Wen Shi ignored her and got on directly.
There were almost no people on the bus at this time. Not wanting to have too much contact with the tour guide, Wen Shi sat in the last row. After all the members of the tour group got on, the bus suddenly became much more crowded.
There are many people who want to make a fortune. There are car and bag checks everywhere on the road. A bus was stuck at an intersection and did not move for twenty minutes.
The sun began to set and a small area of sunset glow appeared on the horizon.
Qian Lai was sitting next to Wen Shi, and he suddenly said, "There must be treasures hidden in this copy."
Wen Shi subconsciously thought of the key, but still hummed with a little doubt.
"Orc evolution can be accomplished by viruses, but no matter how powerful scientific research is, it can't take away the shadows of everyone in a city." Qian Laiye opened the car window and squinted at the sky. "Have you noticed that when the sun sets, this sky really looks like a mirror."
The sunset in the small town can bring people a negative feeling. Wen Shi was completely immersed in the deep red light yesterday and didn't notice anything else. Now that the afterglow has not yet filled the sky, he looks over there.
It is so crystal clear that you will have the illusion that everyone's reflection is in it.
After watching it quietly for a while, Qian Laiye said in a very soft voice: "I always feel that it can absorb people's negative emotions and release them every time the sun sets. Each of us is like a prisoner living in a mirror. Light and shadow are all controlled by the mirror."
Wen Shi thought silently for a long time like a philosopher, and finally a word popped out of his mouth: sorry.
"Do you think what I said is wrong?" Qian Lai also came to his senses.
Wen Shi: “No, I didn’t understand.”
"… "
Wen Shi spoke frankly: "What prisoners, light and shadow, it sounds weird."
"That's right." Qian Laiye took a deep breath and wrote four words on his palm: True spiritual power.
The car bumped heavily, the setting sun was blood-red, and the gorgeous sunset finally burned the entire sky.
Even the shadow could not stand the negative influence of the sunset. It stood with its head lowered and eyes downcast, still inevitably feeling a sense of world-weariness.
The strange thing is that Wen Shi and Qian Lai were not affected too much this time.
They were like two kids who were caught gossiping by God, isolated from the whole world.
This feeling of being isolated from the world is definitely not a good one. Both of them had goose bumps all over their bodies. Wen Shi was still immersed in the previous topic, his eyes were wider than usual: "You mean..."
Qian Laiye nodded heavily and mouthed, "In a copy controlled by a true spirit, the initial rules are set by the true spirit, not the game. The true spirit's body should be something like a mirror."
Wen Shi was silent for a few seconds, then opened his mouth slightly, as if he had swallowed the sunset. He asked a more practical question: "Why did you tell me?"
He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but ever since he heard Qian Laiye’s words, he felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was being stared at by something.
"Once you have this concept, it's easy to be targeted by the rules. If you tell the big guys that they are affected, the hope of passing the level will be slim."
Qian Laiye's thoughts are quite divergent. Li Nan and Yu Xingzhou's attention has always been on the key and the hospital, and they have not considered this aspect yet.
In addition, this copy had been having bugs in the early stages, and many people even thought that this was a copy that was put into use shortly after the game was developed, and that the players' lives were being used to fill the loopholes.
"..." Wen Shi silently clenched his fists, considering whether to hit the other person in the face.
Qian Lai also said seriously: "Knowing has its advantages. You haven't played many games. Even if you know, you won't act according to the inherent way of thinking of old players."
The two of them didn't say much after that, just basking in the sunset, their scalps tingling.
Until he got off the car, Wen Shi was still in a strange state of thinking.
Qian Lai's words were not wrong. It was definitely not enough for only one person to have this understanding. The most speechless thing was that after thinking about it, Wen Shi admitted that no one was more suitable to know this news than him.
It's a long way to walk from the bus station to the inn. There are a lot of people near the train station, and the tour guides are all walking on the side.
On the first day at the train station, the turtle people didn't react so much. At this moment, they were even holding their breath to avoid breathing the air that the tour guide had breathed.
The tour guide resisted the urge to attack.
Wen Shi raised his eyebrows unceremoniously upon seeing this: "I'm suddenly very curious about what will happen if you report me. Do you want to try it?"
The tour guide glared at him fiercely and strode forward with his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Wen Shi sneered and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.
Before entering the inn, he deliberately slowed down his pace and stopped Qian Laiye secretly: "You have to tell me what to pay attention to."
Qian Lai also looked around, thought for a moment and said quickly: "Finding the incarnation of the true spirit will help you pass the level. The incarnation may be a person or an object, such as the mirror I just mentioned. But the mirror is just my personal guess, and I only have a limited understanding of more. If I tell you, it may mislead you."
Listening to experience can help you avoid detours, but experience can sometimes be harmful. For example, today, by some strange coincidence, it was Song Yan who had the smoothest experience.
Apparently in his absence, Mosquito Boss tried to find traces of the walking Four Hundred Thousand in the room.
Since there were no valuables, Wen Shi didn't care too much. He leaned on the bed and read the more detailed game guide that Ji Yuanzhi had someone give him.
As for the part about the true spirit, he had not been very interested in it before, because he felt that he could not get in touch with it for the time being, so he just glanced over it. The game guide also had very few records about this aspect. Some said that the true spirit could be deployed as an avatar to walk in the dungeon, and the true spirit of the artifact type was relatively more rigid and easier to deal with. There was also an unconfirmed legend. An extremely experienced player once mentioned that in the first edition of the "Virtual World Guide", the true spirit was not the ultimate form of the monster NPC, and there was a Lord of Terror above the true spirit.
"Lord of Terror." Wen Shi thought this title was quite interesting. Shouldn't the game be the one that dominates the players' fear
Just like his previous attitude towards true spirits, he didn't think he would come into contact with some terrifying lord that only existed in legends, so he didn't take it seriously. Seeing that it was getting late, he put away the guide and went to take a shower.
There was no mist in the bathroom.
Mosquito boss didn't provide hot water today. Instead, ice water poured from head to toe. It was so cold that my legs were shaking.
He didn't feel like he was taking a shower, but more like he was suffering in the icy rain. After sneezing, Wen Shi suddenly said, "Let the storm come even harder."
Suddenly, a system notification sound that was colder than the water came to my ears—
"Congratulations on triggering the special mission—Who is the murderer?"
Wen Shi froze.
The notification tone didn't care about his emotions at all and continued to broadcast smoothly:
"Players need to determine the identity of the assassin who came to assassinate you tonight before being killed."
"Please note that players only have one chance to answer in this round. If you answer incorrectly, you will miss the only way to salvation."
"Attention, if you successfully survive the hunt, you will receive a special reward."
"The countdown to the hunt is about to begin. 10s, 9s, 8s..."
“Fuck it… Wait for me to get dressed!” Wen Shi hurriedly turned off the shower. He was halfway through putting on his outer pants with only four seconds left. He yanked the bathrobe off the rack while cursing and saw his disheveled self in the mirror.
Water kept dripping from his wet hair, his face turned pale from the low temperature, and because of his impatience at the moment, it had a hint of redness.
"You remember this!"
Dog game, he will definitely take revenge in the future!
Wen Shi opened the bathroom door and hurriedly put on his bathrobe, only having time to casually tie his belt.
Two seconds left.
Since he was being chased, he definitely couldn't stay in his room. While opening the door, he did not forget to operate the attribute panel in his mind.
"Do you want to spend 300 points to activate the cat's temptation?"
"yes!"
Cat ears and a long tail popped out, and the moment Wen Shi turned the doorknob, a big knife that was paler than his face came straight at him.
Wen Shi instinctively dodged to the side, only to hear a loud "bang" next to his ear. The big knife chopped the door panel behind him, and the wooden door broke into pieces on the spot.
While the opponent was drawing his sword, Wen Shi used his small size to nimbly slip out from under his arm.
The man was extremely tall, with his head even touching the ceiling. He wore a weird and funny mask, and every move he made revealed absurdity.
Wen Shi had no time to observe more, he now had to keep some distance.
"anyone there?!"
Wen Shi yelled a few times at the top of his lungs, knocking hard on every door as he ran, but of course he wasn't expecting anyone to come out and save him. There was an unnatural silence in the corridor now, and he wanted to test it out.
Sure enough, no matter how he knocked on the door or shouted, no one responded.
Under normal circumstances, even if no help is given, some timid players will find something to block the door, and there shouldn't be no movement.
A large shadow was cast behind him, which was the shadow of the big knife. When Wen Shi was sprinting madly, he looked back and saw that the funny weirdo was still separated from him by several doors, but the knife in the other's hand was constantly getting longer.
He suddenly remembered a joke on the Internet: I allow you to run 39 meters first.
The reason it is allowed is because the knife is forty meters long!
Without any skill, the long sword fell straight down.
The unnatural speed of wind passed by his back and he could feel it at first sight. If it was two or three centimeters closer, the blade would have scraped down his scalp.
He didn't even dare to look back now. There was only one thought in his mind: run!
His teenage body couldn't support the large bathrobe, and as he ran downstairs, Wen Shi was still trying to re-tie his belt. He stepped barefoot on the stairs, and the dripping water caused him to slip and he almost fell.
Mosquito boss was not at home, so Wen Shi rushed all the way to the main door and was about to hit it with all his might.
Bang!
The loud noise was still ringing in my ears, but the door seemed to have been bolted from the outside and could not be opened at all.
The funny weirdo had also gone downstairs at this moment. This time, Wen Shi did not flee immediately, but stayed where he was for a few seconds, luring the other party to hack at him.
The long knife chopped down, but Wen Shi narrowly avoided it. The blade collided with the rotten door, but the door was still standing there firmly.
"Something's wrong." There was no reason why the sword couldn't cut through it. The wooden door upstairs was directly split open. This area seemed to be blocked, preventing him from escaping by force.
The two sides were too close, and the funny mask looked even more terrifying under the dim light.
Wen Shi was completely aware that he was not in a normal space. Although it was also an inn, the direction of the counter and the position of the tables were completely opposite to the inn he remembered.
"Mirror."
Wen Shi suddenly remembered Qian Laiye's words and suspected that he had entered the world in the mirror.
Where did his 2B luck value go
Qian Laiye had said that when one noticed the existence of a true spirit, one would be easily targeted by the rules, but it didn't make sense for it to happen so quickly. He didn't see Qian Laiye on his way to his death, proving that he was the only one who suffered tonight.
"I should have told Yingzi this information earlier." Wen Shi wanted to cry but had no tears when he ran away again. "We are all being hunted together, at least there is someone to take care of us."
The inn was limited in size, so he could only run upstairs.
The funny weirdo swung his knife again, and a cool breeze swept past. Wen Shi clearly felt that the knife was aimed at his ankle.
The inn only had one staircase, and no matter which end of the corridor he ran to later, it would be difficult for him to have such good luck and continue to escape downstairs. The more likely scenario was that he would be blocked in a corner and killed by machetes.
"Who is killing me?"
Only by figuring out the answer to this question will he have a chance to survive.
Wen Shi tried his best to stay awake. Judging from the height and body shape alone, the killer was different from everyone he knew. The part of his head close to the ceiling seemed to be automatically blurred. Apart from the strange mask, nothing else could be seen clearly, and his clothes were also blurred into the appearance of a black robe.
There are many people in the dungeon who want to kill him, not to mention the NPCs, there are also several players and shadows.
conductor
The opponent was killed by a kitchen knife, so it is not impossible for him to come with a machete to retaliate. The fat worm is the best example. The orcs can freely adjust their body size according to their needs.
But the ticket seller was roasted through, so there should be a little burnt smell on his body, right
Behind, the funny man's speed was getting slower and slower, not because he could not run any more, but because the sword in his hand had become several meters long.
With the advantage of length, random chopping is not as accurate as forcing the prey into a corner and slowly skinning and cutting the meat.
Faced with the choice between the end of the corridor and his own room, Wen Shi had no choice but to rush back to his room.
The window was wide open, and without incident, when he tried to jump out of the window, he was blocked by an invisible barrier.
“Damn, who is using the knife... No, the problem is not the weapon.” With nowhere to escape, Wen Shi could see clearly that in this strange mirror space, the tip of the knife opposite him was slowly lengthening like a shadow under the light.
It may have originally been just a short knife.
The killer deliberately changed his body shape and wore a mask because he definitely didn't want his identity to be known, so it was basically impossible for him to use common weapons.
The funny man had already arrived at the door of the room. Wen Shi's brain was working faster than ever. He was more inclined to believe that the killer was an NPC. Although the game might give players the possibility to freely shape their bodies to become killers, this was a bit too casual, and it seemed more like killing for the sake of killing him.
"There must be a suitable chain of logic to explain the appearance of the killer."
The long knife fell towards him, and Wen Shi rolled back with his tail tucked in. However, in less than two seconds, the knife was raised and chopped down again without any hesitation. This time it hit the edge of his bathrobe, and a terrible tear appeared on the edge of Wen Shi's sleeve. He almost rolled to the corner of the wall.
"Is that all you can do with a machete?"
Wen Shi tried to talk to him, but the monster just approached quietly, hacking and hacking.
"The ticket seller, the tour guide..." All the NPCs I had come into contact with, even the crew member when I first boarded the train and the turtle people I met at the train station, flashed through my mind.
There was no space for him to dodge in the corner, so Wen Shi clung to the wall, breathing heavily, and the shiny blade above almost blinded his eyes. The moment the big knife chopped down, a white light flashed in Wen Shi's mind, and he suddenly connected the two NPCs together, and quickly reported an identity!
The next moment, the system's prompt sounded in my ears: "Congratulations, you have escaped from the mirror space and found the way to salvation."
"The sun is shining—it's a good time—"
The discordant music spread in the room, and the tour guide's mood became brighter again. She was depressed for an afternoon, and finally decided to reconcile with herself.
Turtle Man was right. She had lost enough now. She didn't know if the incident at the museum would implicate her. Judging from the performance of the tourists in the Screaming House, a gambler's mentality was not a good thing.
"I can't be like those stupid tourists."
Anyway, the number of people in the tour group has dropped dramatically, and she can get rid of it if she holds on for a few more days. During this time, she just needs to pretend that she can't see that bastard named Aaron.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
The singing was interrupted and the tour guide frowned. Who was so ignorant as to knock on her door so late at night
She opened the door and was about to yell, but the person outside was about to knock on the door, and inertia made him fall in. The tour guide looked at the person who fell into her arms and was stunned for a moment. Bathrobe, bare feet, cat ears... What does he want to do? !
“Help!”
The moment Wen Shi shouted, a man appeared out of nowhere not far away. He was no longer as tall as he was in the mirror space, and the knife in his hand was several times shorter.
She walked from fantasy into reality, the funny mask split in the middle, and after falling to the ground, she revealed a face exactly the same as the tour guide's. Without a word, she suddenly used a knife to cut off Wen Shi's neck.
The tour guide's pupils dilated as if she understood something. Her body reacted first. She pushed Wen Shi to the side with one hand and kicked the killer in the chin.
Wen Shi was sweating profusely and the cold wind blew on him. His nose turned red from the cold. He said with a wronged look on his face, "You're going to kill me."
He had felt something was wrong before, and it was not until the moment the knife fell that he suddenly remembered a few details. When he passed by the train station this afternoon, the tour guide did not step forward to embarrass the turtle man who was trying to avoid him. Later, when he provoked her with rude words, she just walked away.
All signs indicate that the tour guide is ready to give up targeting him. In this important choice in life, this NPC actually deviated from his original intention!
The killer is the tour guide's shadow, carrying her true desire to kill.
The monster's shadow is much crazier than humans and will not give up until it achieves its goal. Of course the tour guide cannot let her shadow kill the tourists, as this would be a major mistake at work.
The noise when the two men fought was earth-shaking.
All the players and shadows were suddenly awakened. The old wooden door had no peephole, so they could only stick to the door to listen to the noise outside.
The Mosquito Boss rushed over and saw the door being kicked into pieces. He was so scared that his sharp mouth almost fell out.
"My seventy-year-old pearwood door!"
The tour guide made a beautiful sideways kick, but Shadow was also very fast and managed to dodge it. The kick hit the black wall, and cracks appeared on the tiles.
"My century-old black brick!"
In the end, he was so tired of shouting that he just held up the abacus and said, "Five hundred plus sixty plus..."
The tour guide was almost going crazy listening to the sounds of abacus beads and counting. She let out a roar that was almost mournful: "Why—"
Why did she give up fighting against fate, when misfortune still came as expected!
Inside the door, Wen Shi had just calmed down after being chased for so long. He realized that his bathrobe was dirty, wrinkled and rotten, and he was now in a completely disheveled state. Especially his belt, which was showing signs of breaking at any time. He raised his voice and asked, "Is there any kind-hearted person who can give me some clothes?"
(End of this chapter)