Before leaving, Gao Yan asked Su Jiang to change into Yang Mian's high school uniform.
Su Jiang covered his neckline and was vigilant: "I'm a serious person."
"You're not clean anymore, why are you talking about serious people?" Gao Yan beckoned and asked Yang Mian to help him force Su Jiang to change his clothes.
Su Jiang sobbed and gave in, put on his uniform and went to the bathroom to change. Yang Mian was curious: "Brother Yan, why did Su Jiang wear my uniform?"
Gao Yan: "The effect is better."
Yang Mian: What does this mean
Su Jiang came out wearing Yang Mian's uniform, and Yang Mian and the other two women in the team were sad in silence after reading it. What a man, he's even cuter and more beautiful than them!
Yang Mian could only comfort herself: "Art school students are good looking."
Gao Yan looked at Su Jiang and nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go."
The others followed Gao Yan to a room on the fourth floor in doubt. Yang Mian remembered that this was the room of the otaku.
Gao Yan: "Su Jiang, go knock on the door."
Su Jiang, who was originally very resistant to women's clothing, suddenly developed unparalleled self-confidence in the eyes of Yang Mian and other three women who were envious and inferior.
Su Jiang knocked on the door, and it didn't take a while for the door to open, and the otaku put down his guard a little when he saw the cute little sister who was different from the last time.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
Su Jiang stretched out his index finger and pointed at the otaku: "I'm looking for you, little brother."
Yang Mian: "..." You guys are good at having fun. "No way."
Gao Yan was silent for a long time: "Love and dedication is worthy of praise."
As soon as the otaku opened the iron door outside, he heard a slightly familiar voice. After hesitating for two seconds, the iron door and himself were kicked into the house. When he looked up, he saw the familiar Gao Yan and Yang Mian.
Feeling bad, he turned his head and stared at Su Jiang.
Su Jiang's voice was rough: "Wearing a three-piece suit in the summer is too hot for me!" He turned to a wretched smile: "Hehe, women's clothing is a bit fun."
The otaku couldn't hold back and cried.
Gao Yan: "Cry later, do you have a takeaway phone number? Help us order a few takeaways."
The otaku's tears flowed even more fiercely, and the 180-pound man cried like a child. Just order takeout, why do you want to turn cute girls into boys
Gao Yan quietly looked at the otaku who was crying and ignoring others, his eyes were gentle, and his voice was even more gentle: "If you don't order takeout again, I will stab you to death with a peach wood sword."
The otaku was so frightened that he hurriedly called and ordered a takeaway. When he was done, he huddled in the corner and stared at Gao Yan and his party rather plaintively, occasionally glancing at Su Jiang.
As long as Su Jiang didn't open his mouth, his eyes were infatuated. Once Su Jiang opened his mouth, he cried extremely aggrieved.
The elite male group was shocked: "There are still residents in this building? Are they... human?"
"Once a human being, now it is an 'artifact', undisturbed, neither life nor death, like an earth-bound spirit."
Everyone present knows what an earthbound spirit is, something that is forever trapped in one place until it perishes. At the same time, they guessed that the otaku used to be the player's identity, and the most likely is that he lived for six days but failed to clear the level, so he was left by the game to become a poorer 'artifact' than the NPC.
They all felt terrified invariably, and Mori Han's sense of despair gripped his internal organs, making people almost wailing in pain.
Gao Yan asked casually, "Why did you appear here?"
The otaku was stunned for a moment, then he said: "Well... My mother took me to the Guanyin Temple to worship incense. The weather was hot, so I found a shady place to rest. That place is the side hall, the door is locked, but you can see through the crack of the door. When I got to the statue inside, the statue was a bit scary. I just glanced at it, then my eyes went dark, and when I woke up, it appeared here."
Gao Yan: "Remember?"
The otaku scratched his head: "The last time I saw you, I remembered slowly. I should have been the last batch of players. There were nine of us at that time, and I was the only one left." Then he added: "Underground There are ghosts living on the floor, and there are players, or former players."
Gao Yan was thinking while knocking on the table. No one else dared to disturb him. The room was quiet at this moment.
After a long while, Gao Yan discussed and said, "If I can take you out of this hellish place, would you like to help me do something?"
The otaku slowly widened his eyes, stood up abruptly, and rubbed his hands cautiously: "Really, really?! If you can leave, you can let me do anything!" He wanted to go home, and he missed his mother very much.
Gao Yan: "Okay, let's talk about it later. Now, has the takeaway arrived?"
The otaku changed his previous grievances and reluctance, he was very attentive, and even went out to get takeout in person, one can imagine how much he wanted to go home.
Yang Mian asked quietly, "Brother Yan, can you really take him away?"
She had never heard of 'artifact' being able to leave the game, and even if she did, she didn't know if she was still alive.
Gao Yan: "Try it." It's just a guess, and it depends on the results.
Yang Mian: "Okay, but how do you know that you can still order takeout?" It's too awesome, and old players don't necessarily know.
Gao Yan: "I don't know, just give it a try. I didn't expect it to work." The main reason was that he couldn't stand hunger.
Yang Mian: "...what if takeout doesn't work?"
Gao Yan thought for a while and said, "Sell Guanyin with a broken palm again?"
Yang Mian: Then steal it again? "Very good." She could only applaud and call.
The seven people waited in the otaku's room for more than ten minutes, and the otaku finally came up with takeout. The takeaway taste is ok, normal level, two meats and one dish are still rich.
After about half of the meal to fill his stomach, Gao Yan put down his chopsticks and ate sugar instead. Holding a small iron fruit box in his palm, his thumb rubbed back and forth on the iron lid, his expression thoughtful.
After eating, the elite men regained their energy and asked Gao Yan about the next arrangement. Gao Yan shook his head and said that there is no arrangement until the time, and now he just needs to wait for the funeral.
When he was leaving, Gao Yan asked the otaku at the door: "Did you go downstairs just now, did you hear any movement underground when you passed the entrance of the corridor?"
Otaku: "No."
Gao Yan responded, went out and went upstairs, and went back to his room to take a nap. Others couldn't relax, and they used the afternoon to go out to search for clues, but they didn't gain much.
At 6 o'clock in the evening, Gao Yan and the others appeared again at the door of the otaku. After drinking and eating, they chatted for a while before returning to the fifth floor. In Gao Yan's room, he ordered three Buddha incense sticks and worshipped Guanyin with eight arms and severed palms, and then went back to their rooms to sleep.
On the fifth day, Gao Yan's seven people were surrounded by more than a dozen 'artifacts' as soon as they entered the door of the otaku's house.
They lived on the fourth floor. They had observed the situation before but didn't open the door to intervene. Last night, they held the otaku hostage to ask about the situation. They came to wait for Gao Yan and his group early this morning - with hearty food.
"Please take us out of this ghost place, we are willing to help you with anything!"
"If I can get out of this ghost place alive, I can still give you money in the real world, any amount."
Gao Yan and Su Jiang, who were originally in low spirits, were suddenly full of energy, and even Yang Mian came over and whispered in their ears: "Many skilled people in our industry sometimes accept some commissions, and the remuneration is very high. You The higher the level, the higher the reward. The 'gods' I admire most, the lowest level among them, can directly buy a house in Jing'an District with one commission."
With two 'gu dong' sounds, Gao Yan and Su Jiang both swallowed their saliva.
Gao Yan looked at the dozen or so 'utensils' in front of him, and showed a gentle, almost kind smile: "Okay, we'll discuss the operation in detail after dinner."
Yang Mian hesitated: "Brother Yan, this game is actually quite dangerous, and we may not be able to leave safely. I have heard from my elders that the most important thing not to offend in the game is actually 'artifact'."
No promises, promises must not be broken after promises, otherwise it will provoke deeper hatred of the 'artifact'.
Gao Yan's eyes were deep: "Yang Mian, do you have a dream?"
His tone and attitude were very serious, Yang Mian was stunned for a while, but she suddenly felt that Gao Yan might be for a more noble reason - "World peace? Help the suffering?"
Gao Yan: "You are so great, I am proud of you."
Yang Mian: "… "
Gao Yan: "My dream is to get rich before the age of 29. I gave myself seven years. Now, the opportunity is at hand."
Yang Mian opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while. When she felt that Gao Yanchun was uncomplicated, the other party instantly became very vulgar, and the vulgarity made people speechless.
Gao Yan snapped his fingers and discussed the cooperation regulations in detail with the otaku and more than a dozen 'artifacts'. In the afternoon, I went to the locked iron gate at the entrance of the corridor on the third floor, listened to the movement inside, and left with satisfaction after twenty minutes.
At four o'clock in the afternoon on the sixth day, seven people appeared at the door at the same time. At about five o'clock, Gao Yan asked Su Jiang to carry the eight-armed Guanyin statue with severed palms on his back and go upstairs.
The landlord is at the entrance of the corridor on the ninth floor. When he sees seven people, he greets them cordially and friendly: "Didn't you starve to death?"
Gao Yan: "I'm not full, the takeaway doesn't taste as good as the three meals you prepared."
The landlord's expression was stiff: "Takeaway?"
"Thanks to the enthusiastic and enthusiastic help of the neighbors downstairs, after knowing our difficulties, we ordered seven more takeout orders." Gao Yan sighed in a recitation tone: "It's true that good neighbors are better than relatives."
The landlord turned his head sharply and looked downstairs, his expression grim and distorted.
Players can't order takeout, but 'Utensils' can. The relationship between the player and the 'tool' has never been good. He never thought that the 'tool' would help Gao Yan order takeout.
Gao Yan: "Has the funeral started?"
Landlord: "What about share money?"
Gao Yan looked at the landlord reproachfully: "For your mother's funeral, you only think about money, you only have money in your eyes, and there is no such thing as our kind old mother."
Landlord: "..." He looked strangely, mumbled twice in his throat, and said something vaguely.
Gao Yan took the eight-armed Guanyin statue with severed palms and said, "The small-leaf red sandalwood eight-armed Guanyin statue with severed palms, the market price is twenty Buddha incense sticks. It's worth the money of the seven of us, is it alright?"
"… CNM."
Gao Yan disagreed: "How can you speak swear words?"
The landlord scolded several times, and the otaku and two other 'tools' who secretly followed Gao Yanji were shocked. The yin-yang landlord was actually forced to swear and did not fight back.
How did they get tricked by the landlord to kill each other in the first place
The landlord gave in after scolding, took the Guanyin statue with eight arms and severed palms and watched them gloomily enter the funeral on the ninth floor, and then locked the fire door.
The otaku and two companions quickly climbed up and studied how to unlock the lock.
The fire door at the entrance of the corridor on the third underground floor, a total of nine 'utensils' guarded the door, staring at the fire door, and occasionally heard loud noises and sour chewing sounds from downstairs.
The author has something to say: It is also my dream to get rich before the age of 29, leaving a tear of lemon.
Give some nutrient solution to neutralize the sour taste.
PS: I took a look at the chapter where the attack was officially played in the archive, 11. Okay, the author lies flat and can be beaten.