Continuing to stay at the transfer station is too noticeable. After collecting the props, Su Erchong nodded Ji Heng, indicating that he can leave.
Returning to the real world was only a matter of breath, and a drop of rain fell on the eyelashes. Sur looked up at the dark clouds floating in the sky, feeling that it was necessary to check the weather forecast before entering the copy.
He was still wearing the clothes he wore when he entered the game, with a long section of hair and bruises on his body, but they all disappeared, but the tiredness in his eyes could not be concealed.
Ji Heng: "Go back to rest early."
After talking, he walked to the side of the road to help stop a taxi.
"I'm going to have a meal first." Rejecting his kindness, Sur took out his mobile phone to search for a nearby restaurant.
I ate bread for more than 20 days in a row, and on the day of the poisoning case, I didn't even eat bread, and my sense of taste was about to become numb.
Facing the helplessness in his eyes, Ji Heng laughed and said, "Don't search, I'll take you there."
On the way, Sur squinted by the window for a while, and then opened his eyes and saw a luxury high-rise. As the city's famous gathering place for the rich, everyone in this city has heard of it.
Ji Heng settled the money for the car, and Su Er got out of the car and looked up at the building, asking, "Your home?"
Ji Heng nodded: "Since you're not in a hurry to go back, it just so happens that I have some information to show you."
The first floor is designed for one household, with a large indoor area and a good view of the night view from the balcony.
Seeing him take out the noodles from the cabinet, Sur honestly said, "Before the game, I ate noodles every day."
Ji Heng then took out abalone, oysters, prawns, etc.
Sur's throat moved: "Actually, it's okay."
The deliciousness of the soup can be smelled from a distance, which greatly increases the appetite. After serving the table, he patiently waited for the noodles to cool a little, and began to enjoy the fruits of other people's labor.
"how is the taste?"
Sur responded seriously: "Even if these ingredients are boiled twice in the pot, they will not taste bad when dipped in the sauce."
Ji Heng sat on the sofa and laughed out loud. After he had almost eaten, he got up and went to the study to get a file bag.
Sur wiped his mouth and asked, "What?"
"Your information."
The short four words made Suer pause, and then he pointed to himself: "Me?"
Ji Heng: "Last time you asked me to check your parents, there is not much useful information, so I just started with you."
Poured the contents of the file bag on the table, and before watching, Suer decided to make a mental preparation: "Is it biological?"
Not expecting him to ask this question, Ji Heng raised his eyebrows: "Of course."
The information is very detailed. There are even records of winning the composition in elementary school. After reading it at a glance, I didn't find anything special.
"Look carefully at the photo."
The elementary school in Suer has a tradition of organizing students’ spring outings, which is like going to a group movie viewing. The language teacher will set aside 20 minutes for them to practice the description of the scene, and take away the score before the end of the outing.
Looking at these long-standing memories, Sur snorted: "Can this be found?"
Ji Heng: "A few of them were made into propaganda boards, and they are still there."
His eyes caught a spot inadvertently, and his smile gradually faded. There was still some baby fat on the face of the child under the camera, the pencil case was casually placed at his feet, and the fleshy little hands were holding correction fluid, correcting mistakes.
This is just a scene in the photo, and there may be errors in identifying it with the naked eye.
Ji Heng took out a photo alone: "Enlarged."
The pixels are blurry a lot, but it's easier to identify than just now. Now Sur can be sure that what the child is rewriting is a blank space in the upper right corner.
When the finished product is delivered, he will be used to writing his name there.
It's not surprising that he wrote the wrong name as a child, but Sur put the photo aside, but he was always a little uneasy. Because the dusty memories were partially awakened by the old things, his brows were unconsciously furrowed: "Before the third grade, it seemed that I sometimes wrote the wrong surname."
Ji Heng: "Write what?"
Sur's eyes didn't move, and after thinking about it, his whole body stiffened like a statue.
"Yes..." After a pause for a few seconds, there was a vague outline in his mind, only a little bit, but he couldn't see it clearly.
"Zhou." Ji Heng said a word without warning.
Sur laughed and couldn't help but connect with Zhou Linjun and shrugged: "Terrorist joke at night?"
However, there was no smile on Ji Heng's face.
Seeing him like this, the moment of relaxation that was finally achieved vanishes in an instant. I don't know if it was the subconscious left by the other party's abrupt interjection. When Sur racked his brains again to think about it, he suddenly felt that it was really the word.
I tried to write it on the table with my fingers, and I shivered inexplicably.
Ji Heng brewed a cup of soothing tea and put it in front of him, and went to the room to get a clean wide short-sleeved shirt.
Only then did Sur realize that the clothes were soaked in cold sweat at some point, and it had nothing to do with emotions, as if it was just an instinctive reaction of the body.
"Did you find something?" He raised his head in a hoarse voice.
It is impossible for the other party to bring this up for no reason.
Ji Heng: "I said in the copy, don't ignore some things in front of you."
Some things are easy to see because they are too close.
Sur took a sip of tea, the lemongrass scent flowed down his throat, and his tense body relaxed again.
"Achievement point."
When these three words came out of Ji Heng's mouth, he quickly recalled the existing achievement points, was silent for a moment, and said, "Report Zhou Papi with real name?"
Ji Heng got up and walked to the window: "Zhou Papi is a famous villain in literary works, which sounds normal at first glance, but now the word 'Pipi' has an exploitative connotation, and it would be more appropriate to use your own surname. "
Sur's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly asked if he had ever spelled his name wrong.
"No." Ji Heng stared at the boundless night: "But before I wrote my name when I was a child, I would often be in a daze for a few seconds."
He was very impressed. During the exam, the teacher even called by name to remind him not to get distracted.
The remaining complexities in Surmu dissipated, adhering to the principle of not wasting, and went to the kitchen to scoop up the remaining noodles and abalone in the pot.
The mood changed greatly before and after, Ji Heng turned sideways: "Aren't you worried?"
If you put it on any player, you will feel scared.
Who am I? Is my identity real... Similar confusions may be overwhelming like a tide.
And Sur... Right now he's circling the pot with a spoon, trying to find the 'missing fish'.
"Are you afraid?" A voice came from the kitchen.
Ji Heng shook his head the moment Sur turned around. Fear would wear down one's willpower. The second time he downloaded the dungeon, he deliberately ignored that feeling.
"Then I have nothing to be afraid of." Sur came over, the corners of his mouth still stained with soup.
You have to keep the frequency of fighting your life in the copy twice a month. If you worry about these things again, it will reduce the quality of life.
It was very late after the chat, and the night sky outside was so dark that not even a single star could be seen.
Sur let it take its course to live here.
Ji Heng found him disposable toiletries, and Suer quickly took a shower after brushing his teeth, and the backlog of exhaustion hit him in an instant. When Ji Heng finished changing his home clothes and was about to lead someone to the guest room, he saw that he had collapsed on the sofa bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The blanket was pressed under him, but he had no choice but to go and get a thin blanket to cover him.
Instead of resting immediately, Ji Heng sat on the sofa and started looking at other players' profiles. Among them are Qu Qingming, and some players who have long since died.
During the period, Sur turned over and seemed to be sleeping uneasy.
Patting across the quilt, Ji Heng sighed softly, "Go to sleep."
When the sky fell, there was a tall one standing in front of it.
The next day was the weekend, and the biological clock made Sur wake up on time at 7:00. Ji Heng was about half an hour earlier. Seeing his sleepy eyes, he asked, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"
"Go home and write questions."
“…very perseverance.”
There is no bus nearby, Ji Heng picked up the bunch of keys: "I'll take you off, just in time to go to the supermarket."
The speed of the car is not too fast, the wind blows in from the window, and there is no tingling in the cheeks, but it is very comfortable. Sur squinted his eyes comfortably, but he talked about a disappointing topic while enjoying: "God operator mentioned it, let's get away with it, the host is stepping up time to issue tickets."
Ji Heng watched him from the corner of his eye: "There should be a lot of special copies in the near future."
Sur's vision was a little blurry because of the wind, and he remembered that his admission ticket was also obtained from a special copy.
"Gou Baopu's hands..."
Halfway through the conversation, the car suddenly accelerated, and Sur subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror, thinking that someone was following them, but he could only see the car behind him being pulled a long way.
There was no parking space around, so Ji Heng quickly drove all the way to the outside of the mall.
Sur also felt abnormal, the position of his chest was hot, and his face changed immediately: "It seems that the game is forcing us to enter."
Although the time remains the same after it comes out, people may appear shaking at the moment of connection, and driving is definitely not a safe choice. When Ji Heng stepped on the brakes to stop, Sur heaved a sigh of relief.
The scorching heat seemed to enter the internal organs, which was more uncomfortable than any transmission. The sounds of the streets and alleys outside the window were intertwined and mixed, and gradually, not a single sound could be heard clearly.
For a few seconds, he was unconscious, and when he woke up, the world turned upside down. People are no longer in the small car, and there is a faint mist covering the sky and the earth. Fortunately, these mists do not block the sight too much.
Sur felt a little in the palm of his hand, and looked down to find that it was an admission ticket.
"This is... deceiving?" An unfamiliar voice sounded, also asking the confusion in his heart.
Looking around, Ji Heng was standing beside him, and there were dozens of others, more than any previous dungeon.
"Welcome to the world of seven days and seven nights." Looking at the voice, a black snake in mid-air said, "I am the host of this show, the master of Teng Snake Cave."
It feels quite uncomfortable, with black scales all over the body, and the light in the snake's pupils seems to be poisoned.
All the people standing here are people with admission tickets, each with their own support, and they are not as afraid of the host as ordinary players. The woman who spoke just now repeated the question just now.
"Through the labyrinth, you can enter the falsification." Teng Snake Cave's tail hooked in the air, proudly showing his greatest masterpiece.
At this moment, the fog dissipated a little, and after calming down and looking at the things in front, everyone more or less took a step back.
It is like an endless mountain range. From the left and right sides alone, you can imagine how complicated the internal structure is and how huge the area is! The most frightening thing is the arched card at the entrance of the labyrinth, which is composed of hundreds of tiny snakes entangled, and the colorful patterns are just combined into three words: Ghost Gate Pass.
The snake is alive, spitting out red letters, as if the next moment will be lightning-fast to bite the deadly place. The venom dripping from their mouths gathered on the ground, and the surface was slightly corroded.
Teng Snake Cave Lord stared at the player's pale face with satisfaction: "It won't kill you, at most you will suffer some flesh wounds."
This brand has taken a lot of effort. Using patterned typesetting is not a simple task. It can not only hurt the player, but also have a shocking effect.
Many people have sullen expressions in their eyes, but there is nothing they can do.
"You can fly into the air to find an exit." The snake cave master patiently instructed: "But I don't mind doing it."
A mouse appeared out of thin air in his hand, and was thrown into the sky in a parabolic shape. The next moment the adjacent wall suddenly extended into a red film, and the wrapped mouse instantly turned into a pool of blood.
"Alive. The maze is alive!"
With a low cry, Sur's breathing also increased.
Teng Snake Cave Master: "Before entering, I will prepare a candle and a box of matches for each of you. As long as the candle is lit, it will not be swallowed by the maze."
The snake was expressionless, but Sur could feel the cruel smile on the cold snake's face.
"You still have a minute to prepare."
Everyone fell into contemplation.
Sur glanced at their badges, which were quite high. So far, no one has retreated, asking if they can quit under the forced summons, which is enough to prove the strength of these people's psychological qualities.
"I don't know what's going on inside, it's best to have a group activity first."
"I agree. Can save candles."
"There is no mention of food supplies, we have to consider the contingencies that arise from starvation."
…
At this moment, a long-haired player suddenly looked up at Sur: "What do you think?"
Being suddenly named, Sur was a little stunned.
"Being able to get so many achievement points must be outstanding." The long-haired player smiled softly: "At least it is very strong in terms of flexibility."
Others took the initiative to show kindness, and Sur's attitude was naturally also very good, and replied: "The maze is very big, and the periphery you can see is more than a kilometer."
The obvious was re-emphasized by him, seemingly superfluous, but no one interrupted.
Only then did Suer continue: "The host is very vague, but it gives us the feeling that we can reach the falsification by walking through the maze. With such a large area, there are times when there is no shortage of mistakes, and saving candles is not enough."
After all, it is impossible for dozens of people to form a team and move forward. If there is another monster inside, it is normal for the multi-person group to disperse.
The long-haired player immediately understood his thoughts: "Do you think the exit of the maze is in the middle?"
Sur nodded.
"The game will not deliberately kill people," the person on the left-hand side thought thoughtfully: "This possibility is very high."
"Each dungeon has its own world, and it will not be a small area in the middle." Sur said lightly: "If the exit is in the middle, there are two possibilities. There is a teleportation platform that can directly send us in. Falsification; another, it's a sheer prank."
"… "
"Snakes are cunning, and from the design of the maze, the design of the maze is very unpleasant," he said, clapping his hands lightly, and a smile appeared on Sur's lips: "Maybe after all the hard work, there will be an unexpected The answer is waiting for everyone.”
The master of the snake cave in midair looked very gloomy: "The communication time is over."
Each person has an extra candle and a box of matches.
Su Er glanced at Ji Heng. The latter nodded slightly. He stepped forward and said, "The road is behind you."
The tip of Teng Snake Cave's tail shook.
Sur: "I guess there is a similar message at the exit of the maze."
If this is the case, it can be said to be quite vicious. After a lot of hard work, he walked to the exit, and found that the fake entrance was actually behind, and then he had to find a way to walk back again.
A copy of such a sinister host will be killed sooner or later. Thinking of this, Su'er's eyes sank, and he raised his voice: "I, Su'er, report the subject of Teng Snake Cave with my real name!"
"Nonsense!" The black scales exploded, and each piece was as sharp as a blade, as if it would rush down and slash him with a thousand swords in the next moment.
Pointing to the arched snake sign outside the labyrinth, Su Er said righteously: "Throughout the ages, those who enter the gate of hell are dead ends. Isn't this implying that we turn back to survive?"
After a pause, he looked at Teng Snake Cave Master: "Are you right, host?"
"… "
The author has something to say:
Sur: How is it so bad? I am so violent, I will never be wronged by this!
Ji Heng: Don't get angry.
Teng Snake Cave Lord: …