Undoubtedly, Zhou Wenyan was more interested in the S-level dungeon, so he nodded and agreed to enter this S-level dungeon with people from other organizations.
But Zhou Wenyan agreed, and Wu Jia hesitated again.
"Boss, their reputation is a bit bad..." Wu Jia said, "We often bring new players in as cannon fodder. If they hide something, wouldn't we be too passive?"
The game does not matter whether the player's strength can pass this level of dungeon, once they come into contact with the dungeon token, they will be pulled into it whether they are willing or not.
Therefore, in order to have a higher survival rate, many players brought in ignorant new players and used other people's lives to ensure their own safety.
The means are very bad, but the game does not stop it, after all, this is a game of survival of the fittest.
Zhou Wenyan raised the corners of his mouth indifferently: "After entering, it's up to you."
Wu Jia reacted.
This big guy has gone through an unknown number of games. Those who want to pit him, the grass in front of the grave is estimated to be two meters high, and most people can't pit him.
Wu Jia: "Then I'll contact them and meet up when I have time."
"Who should I contact?" Shen Dongqing pushed open the door in a daze, leaned against the door, and asked with half-squinted eyes.
He woke up and disappeared, and vaguely heard Zhou Wenyan and Wu Jia talking.
Wu Jia said: "I want to enter the game with others, the S-class kind."
Shen Dongqing became interested: "S-class, I haven't played it before, isn't it fun?"
Wu Jia: "...No one has passed the S-level dungeon yet."
Shen Dongqing nodded: "That must be fun."
Wu Jiaqian laughed twice.
Anyway, it's an S-level dungeon. Anyway, give some face and be serious, right
The organization Wu Jia contacted was called "Night Demon", and the name was relatively second, but the core members were all players who had passed three or four A-level dungeons.
The one who came to contact them this time was a girl with shoulder-length short hair and an indifferent face. She didn't talk nonsense, and put the information directly on the table.
"The background of this S-level dungeon is the city, and the scope is uncertain." The short-haired woman sat opposite Zhou Wenyan and briefly talked about the content of the dungeon, "There is very little information in the dungeon token. We have collected the entire forum and have not found any relevant information. information."
Shen Dongqing flipped through the information curiously, and there were dense words on it, and his eyes were dazzled when he saw it. He closed the document, pushed it far away, and ate a mango smoothie.
He couldn't eat enough by himself, so he scooped up a spoon and handed it to Zhou Wenyan's mouth.
Zhou Wenyan took a bite very naturally.
The atmosphere became a little strange.
It was a very serious occasion, but the two of them showed their love like no one else.
The short-haired girl's forehead twitched, but she couldn't hold back. She held down the information and said coldly, "So far, no player has passed the S-level dungeon. There is no need to say more about the dangers. I hope you can take it seriously."
Shen Dongqing blinked, raised his right hand, and said, "I'm serious."
Wu Jia is holding back his laughter.
Short-haired woman: "… "
Zhou Wenyan raised his eyes and swept over: "Continue."
The short-haired girl could only ignore Shen Dongqing and continued: "I wonder if you have any clues about the S-level copy, we can communicate with each other."
Zhou Wenyan didn't hide it, and simply said: "After entering the S-level copy, it is easy to be assimilated by the copy."
As soon as the short-haired girl heard the news that might be useful, she straightened her back: "Assimilation? What do you mean?"
Zhou Wenyan explained: "You will forget your identity and become part of the copy."
The short-haired girl pondered for a moment: "This statement is too general..."
Zhou Wenyan said: "I just happened to hear what the creatures in the dungeon said. I'm not sure if it's true or not, but for safety's sake, I think we need to set a safe word."
The short-haired woman nodded: "Indeed."
There are many ways to play the game.
For example, ghosts imitate teammates to harm others. These are trivial things. What is even more terrifying is the time loop. I don't know which time the person is right.
However, before entering the game copy, everything is empty talk, and only after entering will you know what is going on.
The short-haired girl also understood this truth, she said: "I'm still one key fragment away from piecing together the key, and I've brushed a lot of dungeons and it hasn't dropped. It must be obtained by entering the S-level dungeon. No matter how dangerous, this dungeon is I have to get in."
Zhou Wenyan: "The same."
The short-haired woman stretched out her hand: "Happy cooperation."
Zhou Wenyan didn't move, but gave Wu Jia a look.
Wu Jiagan smiled and stretched out his hand, shook the short-haired girl, and explained, "Men and women can't kiss haha..."
The short-haired girl gave them the copy token before leaving.
That's a business card.
Zhou Wenyan took the business card.
The business card looks very ordinary, with a pure white background, with the company name and phone number printed on the front, and a complex black pattern printed on the back, with an open eye in the center of the pattern.
[Mr. Chen, Sales Director of Life Science Research Company
Tel: 0000-83427800]
Zhou Wenyan held the business card between his two fingers and looked at it several times, but it was just an ordinary business card.
Shen Dongqing took a look at it, and with a flash of inspiration, he pointed to the phone above and said, "Let's call and ask!"
Wu Jia was about to say that there was no signal in the city where the player was playing, but before he could speak, Shen Dongqing had already dialed the phone.
"Beep-beep-beep-"
Wu Jia said incredulously, "It actually worked?!"
Impossible to get through! The city has no signal at all.
Unless... the call wasn't for "people".
Wu Jia stared at the phone screen, which showed that the call had been dialed.
There are no ghosts in this city where players live and rest, but now, Wu Jia doesn't believe it anymore, he feels a little cold, and he hears the heart pounding in his chest.
His emotions are very complicated, he wants the phone to get through, but he doesn't want the phone to get through.
When the call is connected, one can know the information of the copy and can take advantage; but if the call is connected, no one knows whether it will attract any terrifying creatures.
No one has tried what it will look like once the player's city enters the ghost.
But no matter what, after three rings, the phone went through.
But there was no sound on the other side, only a dead silence.
Wu Jia swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty, "Have you hung up?"
Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan looked at each other and didn't move for the time being.
In the end, Zhou Wenyan touched the phone, and just as he was about to touch the screen of the phone, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side. After listening carefully, the background sound was mixed with desperate cries.
"Hello, Life Science Research Corporation..."
Jingle Bell-
A bell suddenly exploded in Shen Dongqing's ear, pulling him out of his sleep. With his eyes half-open, he reached for the phone beside his pillow and turned off the alarm.
After lying down for a while, he opened his eyes completely and looked at the ceiling so close at hand, as if he didn't realize what was going on.
This is a student dormitory.
I don't know how many students I have experienced, the walls are yellowed, the cobwebs hang in the corners, the electric fans are whirring, and there is a mess that is unique to the boys' dormitory.
The others in the bedroom had already woken up and walked back and forth with their slippers.
A shaved boy looked up and saw that Shen Dongqing was still sitting there dumbfounded, he couldn't help laughing: "Dongqing, why are you still dreaming? You're going to be late for class."
Shen Dongqing didn't seem to wake up, and was still in a trance: "Class? What class?"
"Statistical probability," said the inch board man. "You're a fool to sleep? Didn't you tell me yesterday that you should not forget to wake you up? If you miss another class, you'll fail this class."
"yesterday?"
Shen Dongqing recalled laboriously, but the memories of the past seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, hazy, like a low-quality movie. Although the plot could be seen, it lacked emotion and identity.
A boy in a jersey pushed open the door of the toilet and came out and said, "Hurry up, or it will be too late for breakfast."
Shen Dongqing put on her clothes and slowly climbed out of the bed. After washing up, she went out with the people in the dormitory.
There are a total of four people in this dormitory. In addition to Shen Dongqing, there are also a man with an inch board, a man in a jersey, and a man with ear studs. They seem to have a good relationship.
The group ran to the cafeteria to buy two buns and rushed into the classroom.
Shen Dongqing was in a daze all the way, until the two hot buns started, and suddenly came to life, no matter what, they still had to eat.
He lowered his head and took a bite of the bun, and his brows suddenly wrinkled: "It's unpalatable."
The steamed buns in the school cafeteria have thick skin and small fillings. The skin of the steamed buns is rough and dry and hard to swallow. The fillings inside are very greasy, and I don’t know what kind of meat it is, with a fishy smell.
The inch-pan man next to him heard it and teased: "Isn't the school taste like this? You've been eating for two years and still haven't gotten used to it? Why, you're so excited that you want to eat delicious food from mountains and seas, right?"
Shen Dongqing shook his head: "No, this bun has not..."
The man in the jersey took a bite of the bun: "Nothing yet?"
Shen Dongqing thought for a while, but his mind went blank, so he could only shake his head: "It's nothing."
But he always felt that he had eaten something better than this bun.
Shen Dongqing rarely lost his appetite, shoved the buns into the drawer, and drank two mouthfuls of soy milk to deal with it.
The inch board man glanced at it: "If you don't eat it, I will eat it." He took the bun and ate it with relish.
The teacher of statistics probability was a middle-aged bald man. The class was like chanting, Shen Dongqing couldn't understand it at all, and he fell asleep within ten minutes.
He braced his chin, and found that the classmates up and down, left and right had already died, lying on the table in a drowsy state.
If usually Shen Dongqing would have slept with him long ago, but today he always felt strange, as if something was wrong, causing him to feel uneasy and unable to sleep.
He rested his chin in both hands and wandered around the classroom.
Statistical probability is a big class. In the trapezoidal classroom, there are more than a hundred students.
Shen Dongqing sat at the back, with a wide field of vision and a clear view, he suddenly saw a boy sitting not far away.
The boy wore gold-rimmed glasses, his face was gentle and calm, and he didn't look like a student.
Maybe Shen Dongqing had been watching it for too long, and the boy had noticed it and turned his head to look over.
The eyes of the two met for a moment, the boy smiled at him, and continued to listen to the class.
The cunning man stabbed Shen Dongqing with his elbow: "Why, which female classmate did you like?"
Shen Dongqing pointed.
The inch board man was still curious, but when he saw it, he immediately said "Bah": "Men? The taste is strong enough."
Shen Dongqing shook his head: "No, I always feel... I know him."
The inch board man said: "They're all from the same department. You can't see them when you look down. Of course, you're familiar with them. Don't say you know them. I know them too. Isn't that the one..." He thought for a while, and finally remembered the boy's name." Wu Jia, isn't he Wu Jia!"
Shen Dongqing: "... oh"
But he didn't think so.
The teacher on the stage walked around, the bald half of his skull reflecting the light.
Shen Dongqing stared at it for a while, then said in a trance, "You said... Are there ghosts in this world?"
The inch board man glanced at him: "What, have a fever? Or sleepy? How can there be ghosts in the world." He said decisively, and patted Shen Dongqing on the shoulder, "I believe in the power of science! Do not?"
The class is still going on.
Shen Dongqing sat in the crowd, his eyes were confused, but he looked out of place, as if... he didn't belong to this world.
If you go to explore his heart, you will know that he is thinking: I am so hungry, why hasn't get out of class finished yet.