Suppose it is an evening when the sky is filled with sunset, and the sky is as red as blood. You are walking alone in the bustling streets, and a strange boy walks towards you, smiling and handing you a rose. Please do not reach out and take it, otherwise you will be selected by the devil and dragged into the game field of another world.
If you can stand out from thousands of players and successfully pass the level, you can make any wish.
But if you fail to pass the level, you will become a sacrifice in the game.
—Excerpted from "Crime Scene No. 13" by Internet writer Jiang Weimian.
In view of the fact that the original author suffers from familial narcolepsy, which results in brain confusion and missing memory links, and there have been many revisions with inconsistent content, this book is temporarily unable to read the villain information and any related content.
—This quotation is excerpted from a sparkling diamond system.
There is a new tombstone in the suburban cemetery. The man in the photo is very young, but he died in a car accident last month. This not only indicates the loss of a rising star in the author circle, but also indicates that a certain editor-in-chief has lost a capable person.
"Rong Xuan, oh, oh, oh, oh, why did you die so miserably? Why did you die so miserably! It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left you here to finish the manuscript. If you hadn't finished the manuscript, you wouldn't have come back so late. "Home, if you didn't come home so late, you wouldn't have been hit by a car seeking revenge."
A middle-aged man lay on the cold tombstone, crying and beating his chest and feet. He burst into tears and almost died. There have been a lot of strange things happening in recent years. Several authors have died inexplicably in the author circle. This is already the sixth time.
Jiang Weimian stood aside with his hands in his pockets, originally not intending to care. But seeing that the man had been crying for half an hour, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he took out a pack of napkins from his pocket and handed it to him: "Editor-in-Chief, my condolences."
After saying this, he looked up at the sky again and added: "It's going to rain soon. Let's leave early. Rong Xuan's spirit in heaven definitely doesn't want to see us getting wet."
Jiang Weimian's hair was messy and he looked like he had just climbed out of bed. In addition, his eyes were half-closed as if he was not sleeping, which always gave people a sense of careless laziness and perfunctoryness. Especially after he said this, he yawned expressionlessly, looking like...
So sleepy.
Editor Lin got angry when he saw Jiang Weimian's behavior. He slapped down the x-phase printing green tea-flavored tissue handed to him by Jiang Weimian, then took out a limited edition handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away his tears and nose with all his strength. : "Sleep, sleep, sleep, you know how to sleep. In a 24-hour day, you have to sleep for 20 hours, and the remaining four hours have to be used for eating, drinking, and diarrhea. It took three years to finish a broken book. Are you going to Will you wait until I’m dead to submit the manuscript?”
Jiang Weimian's ears were ringing: "Editor-in-Chief, how many times have I told you that my sleepiness is a hereditary disease in my family, and it's normal for me to be slow in delivering manuscripts. It's okay for you to squeeze Rong Xuan, but now that he died unexpectedly, it's even more... You should take this as a warning and stop exploiting me.”
After saying that, he turned his head and couldn't help but yawned.
Upon seeing this, Editor Lin stood up from the ground and pointed at him angrily: "You are still yawning in front of someone else's tomb. You are disrespectful to the deceased, do you understand?!"
Hearing this, Jiang Weimian didn't even raise his eyes. He lowered his head and stepped on the gravel at his feet, then kicked it away with a whoosh. He sneered, "Respect is something you keep in your heart, not for others to see. Do you think anyone is the same as Sang?" Are you not like the great writer Wan Sang who studies face-saving skills every day?”
The last sentence is as sarcastic as it sounds.
A young man in a black suit appeared in the cemetery at some point. He happened to hear Jiang Weimian's words. He paused for a moment, then smiled and walked slowly behind him: "Teacher Jiang , I personally agree with what you said, but sometimes face kung fu is also a kind of knowledge, which is better than some people not even willing to do face kung fu, right? "
The visitor was none other than Sang Feiwan.
He was dressed casually but appropriately, with a sense of leisure and elegance all over his body. Holding a bouquet of white roses wrapped in black gauze buds in her arms, she leaned over and placed them in front of Rong Xuan's grave. After finishing all this, he looked back at Jiang Weimian and smiled at him.
Sang Feiwan is a new author who is in the limelight in the author circle recently. He is very popular among readers, not because of his good writing, but because of his handsome face that can make his debut.
A writer who doesn't have strong abilities but just relies on his face to become popular is a bit despising no matter how you look at it. So Sang Feiwan was not popular in the circle.
Jiang Weimian despised him very much and felt that people like Sang Feiwan were simply a shame in the author circle, second only to a certain cheating author who was famous for his cruelty. There are so many handsome guys in the author circle, why is it that Sang Feiwan is the only one who is not promoting good looks? You are so handsome, did you fire yourself
Jiang Weimian: "I advise you not to talk to me."
Sang Feiwan raised his hands to straighten his cufflinks. His hands were lean and thin, with clear joints. His lips were redder than ordinary people, and his smile was more beautiful. He seemed a little surprised when he heard this: "Teacher Jiang, why can't I talk to you?"
There is always a lingering lust in his eyes, seducing people all the time, and even a sense of decadence. It is said that Sang Feiwan used to write pornographic novels, but I don’t know if that’s true.
Jiang Weimian said coldly: "Because I want to hit people now."
He was in a bad mood when he didn't get enough sleep.
Sang Feiwan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. His voice was not loud enough, just enough for Editor Lin to hear: "Teacher Jiang, how did I offend you? Why do you want to hit me?"
The best green tea in the author's circle, no one else.
Editor Lin was most troubled by the quarrels among his subordinates, especially Jiang Weimian, who was still a thorn in his side. Hearing this, he said angrily: "Jiang Weimian! How many times have I told you that you are all authors of the same company. You should unite, love and help each other, and don't be in a quarrel all day long. , let others see the joke!”
Sang Feiwan raised his eyebrows lightly and said with unclear meaning: "Forget it, editor-in-chief, Teacher Jiang may be in a hurry and is joking with us."
Jiang Weimian's face turned dark when he heard this. Why did God take Rong Xuan away? If he wanted to take him away, he should take Sang Feiwan away. Such a big green tea spirit is simply a cancer in the author circle.
Seeing that it was getting late, he was too lazy to stay any longer, so he put his coat on his shoulders, turned around and left the cemetery. If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would beat up the editor as well.
Editor Lin stood behind and stamped his feet angrily: "Look at him, look at him, what kind of attitude is this?!"
Sang Feiwan patiently comforted him: "Editor-in-chief, don't be angry, your health is important. By the way, I have finished writing the last manuscript, when will it be handed over to you?"
Editor Lin froze when he heard this, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and said with a dry smile: "It's not too late, change it again, change it again... I have said it many times, the content must be positive and in line with society. The core values of socialism are prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony, right? You write slowly and don’t rush to submit the manuscript. Good articles require polishing.”
Don't keep writing pornographic content that won't pass the review, okay
Editor Lin swallowed the last sentence with difficulty and laughed even more awkwardly.
On the other side, Jiang Weimian had already driven back home. His narcolepsy is now getting worse and he can't stay awake for more than four hours a day. You can understand that this is a difficult and complicated disease that has not been solved in the history of medicine. In the late stage, memory loss may even occur, and you will be unable to wake up for a long time, which is no different from death.
Jiang Weimian's current situation is not very good. After entering the house, he washed his face with cold water and took two more pills, and then he managed to pull himself together and sit in front of the computer to type.
The book "Crime Scene No. 13" actually has a plot that has not yet been explained, but Jiang Weimian's memory is confused and he has almost forgotten the previous logical chain. He didn't have time to review the hundreds of thousands of words of the previous plot, so he could only tell the ending as soon as possible while he was awake, otherwise he wouldn't be able to finish the book even if he slept to death.
As time passed by, Jiang Weimian's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his typing speed gradually slowed down. In the end, he didn't even know what he had written. He mustered up the last bit of energy to finish it, clicked send, and sent the document to the editor-in-chief.
Sent successfully!
When these words appeared on the computer screen, Jiang Weimian relaxed all over and finally lay down on the table and fell asleep. But he didn't realize that a sparkling diamond appeared behind him.
Jiang Weimian's lifespan is coming to an end soon, because after he sleeps this time, he will never wake up again...
A burst of white light lit up around the memory system, slowly covering Jiang Weimian's still warm body. Among the only few completed works of the other party in his life, he searched using the keyword "tragic villain" and finally selected "Crime Scene No. 13".
Turn on binding…
Binding successful…
Entering the world of books...
Entered…
Jiang Weimian only felt that he had had a long and dark dream. When he woke up again, he felt a sharp pain in his back, as if he was lying on gravel. He subconsciously frowned and sat up from the ground, only to find that he was in the corner of a dark alley. There were three people standing in the shadows opposite, staring at him and whispering in low voices.
"He...he woke up..."
"What's the use of waking up? Damn it, you look like a newcomer who just came in. He's not stuck in the alley like us and can't get out..."
"But he is so handsome..."
There were three people standing opposite.
A nerd wearing a high school uniform, a black backpack, and black-rimmed glasses.
A bald man with strong muscles and tattoos all over his arms.
A pure girl wearing a plaid skirt and having a baby head.
Jiang Weimian's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this, feeling that these three people felt indescribably familiar, as if he had seen them before somewhere. He subconsciously looked around and towards the deepest corner of the alley, only to see another man sitting in the shadow over there—
The opponent's upper body fell into the shadows, and his face could not be seen clearly. A light-dark dividing line slashed diagonally from the left shoulder, abruptly delineating a clear boundary. One leg was slightly bent at the knee, and the other leg was lazily straightened. This angle looked a bit eerie in the dim alley.
Jiang Weimian looked up and found that the man's right hand was clutching his abdomen, and there was a faint trace of blood between his fingers. While he was sizing up the man, the man seemed to be sizing him up too. I saw the opponent's body leaning slightly, and the shadow line moved upward, revealing a face full of bewitching aura. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked. No matter how you look at it...
rogue.
The man whistled frivolously at Jiang Weimian, seeming to be very interested in him: "He's good-looking. Finally, among the newcomers who came in this time, there is one who can barely look past him."
Jiang Weimian frowned imperceptibly. He hated the kind of coquettish people the most in his life. I originally thought that Sang Feiwan was already a weirdo among people, but I didn't expect that the strong would have its own strong hand.
But now is not the time to dwell on this. Jiang Weimian always felt that both the surrounding environment and the four people with different styles in front of him gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity. However, my memory is confused and I can't remember where I saw it.
He saw a streetlight at the alley outside. The street was deserted and there were no pedestrians. He subconsciously took half a step outside, but was stopped by the girl in the plaid skirt: "Hey-"
The girl kindly reminded him: "Don't go out. There is a barrier at the entrance of the alley, so you can't get out. Although we can see people outside, they can't see us at all."
When Jiang Weimian heard this, something suddenly flashed in his mind, and he was shocked. As if to confirm something, he asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"
The bald man ignored the answer, and the male high school student lowered his head in silence. The only one who spoke was the girl: "We are all ordinary people. One day when we passed by the entrance of No. 13 Huahai Road, we suddenly received a rose from a strange man. , and then I was trapped in this alley for no reason. I couldn’t get out, and all my electronic equipment failed. It’s been almost 24 hours.”
After she finished speaking, she frowned and stamped her feet, looking very irritable.
The man who just whistled to Jiang Weimian stared at him with a half-smile, and only said a brief and meaningful sentence: "This is a game. The selected person can only leave this place if he successfully passes the level, otherwise..."
Otherwise what
He didn't finish his words later, but they were definitely not good words.
Having said this, if Jiang Weimian can't react anymore, he will be a complete retard.
Remember the intersection of No. 13 Huahai Road? Rose? Escape game
Isn't this a novel he just finished? How could I time-travel into a novel for no reason? !
Congratulations on successfully binding the system to save the tragic villain, Little King Kong is here to serve you wholeheartedly~
Just as Jiang Weimian had this idea, an electronic sound with a heavy mechanical texture suddenly sounded in his ears, and then a large transparent diamond appeared in front of him out of thin air. The light around it could blind people's eyes, and he skillfully announced a series of information:
Author name: Jiang Weimian
Cause of death: Narcolepsy.
His works include: "Crime without Evidence", "Crime Scene No. 13", etc.
The goal of this mission: to rescue the four villains in "Crime Scene No. 13", Shen Zuixing, Wang Dabiao, He Man, and Qian Duoduo.
Mission success reward: Get a chance to be reborn.
Mission failed: obliterated.
Jiang Weimian: "...??"
Jiang Weimian was still a little sleepy at first, but was suddenly woken up by the news. He stared at the system and fell into a sluggish state. He once suspected that he was hallucinating, and asked slowly: "What villain? What rescue system?"
The system said in a heavy tone: I'm sorry, considering that there are four tragic villains detected in "Crime Scene 13", your task will be slightly more difficult than that of other hosts. Normally, you have to clear the blackening points of these four villains to complete the mission. However, due to the special situation this time, as long as you successfully bring them out of the game alive, the system will automatically determine that the mission is completed.
After the system spoke, it quietly flew to Jiang Weimian's ear and whispered: Hush, this system is merciful beyond the law, please don't spread it.
“…”
Jiang Weimian felt like his brain was starting to smoke. There's a saying that goes, "When you use your books, you will miss them; if you have no use for them, you will be a scholar." Even if he time travels into a game he wrote, the key point is that he doesn't remember the plot at all, let alone the plot. He can't even remember who the four villains in front of him are.
#天要死他#
Jiang Weimian's temples began to hurt suddenly. He covered his head without saying a word and squatted on the ground without making a sound for a long time.
The girl in the plaid skirt looked at Jiang Weimian with pity: "You should be more open-minded, don't be sad, I can understand your mood. Although we can't get out now, as long as we work hard and think of a way, we can definitely leave this ghost place. of."
Hearing this, Jiang Weimian suddenly looked at her and asked abruptly: "What's your name?"
The girl was stunned for a moment: "Me? My name is He Man."
She then pointed at the bald man who looked like he had just come out of prison and said, "His name is Wang Dabiao, and the male student wearing glasses next to him is named Qian Duoduo. As for him..."
He Man looked at the man in the corner and hesitated without making a sound.
The man adjusted his figure in the shadows and calmly said three words: "Intoxicated Star."
There is no doubt that these four people are the villains selected by the system. Although except for the vicious bald man, the other three don't look like bad guys, so I don't know why they were chosen as villains.
Jiang Weimian said nothing, wiped his face silently, and finally began to accept the reality with difficulty. He stared at the big diamond that was flying around in front of his eyes and asked dubiously: "Are you sure I can be reborn after the mission is completed?"
The system tried hard to seduce him: not only can you be reborn, but your narcolepsy will also be cured~
This is indeed a big temptation for Jiang Weimian.
The alley was quiet, no one made a sound, and it fell into a deathly silence. Qian Duoduo, a male high school student, touched his stomach, sighed and whispered: "I'm so hungry, we won't starve to death here."
"Won't."
A calm voice suddenly sounded in the quiet alley, but it came from Jiang Weimian, who had been silent. Everyone subconsciously followed the sound and saw that the newcomer who had just entered rolled up his right sleeve, and there was a pattern on his arm similar to a mobile phone charging grid.
Jiang Weimian: "You can understand that we have now become a string of virtual data in the game. We don't need to eat or drink water. The only way to maintain life is to rely on the initial power provided by the game."
He Man and others subconsciously rolled up their sleeves after hearing this. As expected, they found that there was an exact same pattern on their arms. They all said in surprise: "How could this happen?!"
Upon seeing this, Shen Zuixing unconsciously covered his right hand, but did not roll up his sleeves like everyone else. After a moment, he slowly loosened his fingertips and stared at Jiang Weimian in surprise.
Although Jiang Weimian couldn't remember the plot, he vaguely remembered the rules of the game. He frowned and said, "I just entered the game. The initial battery level is four bars. You have been here for 24 hours, so it is three bars. Intoxicated Star Injured, his battery level should be the lowest among us."
Wang Dabiao was shocked and said: "Grandma! If the battery runs out, won't we die?!"
Chen Zuixing slowly stood up from the ground at some point. He looked at Jiang Weimian with an unknown meaning, and said with a half-smile, "Hey, you're not the first player to enter this game, are you?"
Jiang Weimian glanced at him, neither denying nor admitting: "What about you?"
Shen Zuixing clutched his abdomen with his right hand and lazily leaned against the wall. He raised his left hand and gestured a short distance with his fingertips: "The first time I came here, I passed the level a little faster than them. But in the second level, I was beaten by someone else. The player stole the identity card and was forced to return to the beginner level.”
The conversation between the two of them was muddle-headed, and the other three didn't understand it at all. Qian Duoduo adjusted his glasses and boldly raised his hand to ask: "Well... what is an identity tag?"
Jiang Weimian explained: "Something similar to a medal can only be obtained by those who have passed the novice level. This medal is very important. It will always record the number of times you have passed the level. If it is accidentally snatched away by another player during the process, your results will be directly Clear it and return to the new level from the current level.”
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at his battery: "We can only stay in this alley for four days at most. After four days, the battery will be exhausted and the game will be wiped out immediately. If you want to survive, you can only participate in the game. Every time you pass a Add one level of power until the game is completed.”
He Man stammered and asked: "Then...how should we participate in the game? There are only a few of us in this alley, and there is no game customer service or anything."
Jiang Weimian patted the wall on the right without saying a word, and everyone discovered that there were eight red palm prints painted on it: "This game requires a team, with a minimum of five people and a maximum of eight people. When passing the new level, as long as there are If any team member dies unexpectedly, the game will be immediately judged as failed and restarted.”
After Jiang Weimian finished speaking, his eyes passed over them one by one, and finally settled on Shen Zuixing. Chen Zuixing slightly raised his lips, smiled at him and whistled.
Angry.
Jiang Weimian looked away and said: "There are exactly five of us. We can form a team to pass the level together, but once the team is decided, it cannot be changed. Of course, you can also continue to wait here for new players to enter, as long as the battery can support it. "
He's asking for people's opinions.
He Man glanced at Wang Dabiao, and then walked slowly to Jiang Weimian: "I have no objection. Just form a team. If you stay here any longer, you will die. Who knows when new people will come in."
Wang Dabiao grabbed Qian Duoduo's collar and walked to the wall like a chicken: "We have no objection."
Chen Zuixing shrugged and said he had no objection.
The team is completed. When the five of them put their right hands against the pattern on the wall, a ray of light suddenly lit up, and then a light screen appeared in front of everyone:
Are you sure to form a team
Jiang Weimian clicked confirmation.
Another message popped up on the light screen: Please enter a team name.
Jiang Weimian was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at Shen Zuixing, his face looking particularly deep in the dim light: "What's the name of the team?"
Chen Zuixing raised his eyebrows: "Why do you ask me?"
Jiang Weimian: "Have you never formed a team?"
Chen Zuixing said helplessly: "We have formed a team, but all my team members are dead."
His words sent chills down everyone's spine.
Jiang Weimian didn't like to remember names: "What was your team's name at that time?"
Chen Zuixing half-truthfully said, "Five idiots."
OK.
Jiang Weimian actually agreed. Before anyone could stop him, they saw him typing a line of words on the light screen, and then the game prompt sounded in their ears:
Ding! Team formation completed
Team name: Four Idiots
Prepare to start the game and enter the novice level...
Chen Zuixing glanced at Jiang Weimian in surprise: "Hey, why are there four idiots?"
Jiang Weimian didn't even open his eyelids and yawned lazily: "I'm not an idiot."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of light, and the five of them disappeared at the entrance of the alley. Jiang Weimian was stabbed so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. He felt like he was on a roller coaster. His whole body was shaking back and forth, and finally he fell to the ground from a high altitude with a loud bang.
"Grass!"
Jiang Weimian fell to pieces and couldn't help but uttered a curse word. He finally opened his eyes and managed to focus his gaze to take in the surrounding environment. He found himself lying in front of a closed canteen.
The streets were cold and windy late at night, and it was really desolate.
Jiang Weimian slowly stood up from the ground. Just as he was wondering where the other people had gone, a faint voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "Hey, who is that? Aren't you going to give me a hand?"
Jiang Weimian turned around subconsciously, only to see Shen Zuixing lying not far behind him. The other party was injured, looked pale, and looked not in good condition.
Jiang Weimian didn't want to talk to him, but he frowned and hesitated for a moment, then walked over and pulled him up from the ground, and coldly uttered three words: "Jiang Weimian."
Chen Zuixing didn't understand: "Huh?"
Jiang Weimian: "My name."
Shen Zuixing stood up from the ground with his strength, and his cool fingertips lightly touched Jiang Weimian's palm. Hearing this, he slowly smiled and asked in a long tone: "Oh, your name, what's your name?" What’s your nickname?”
My nickname is Mianmian.
Jiang Weimian ignored him: "Where are the other people?"
Chen Zuixing pointed to the trash can not far away and raised his chin slightly: "There it is."
Wang Dabiao and He Man were a little unlucky. They didn't know what happened and fell into the trash can for no reason. They finally climbed out and looked around, finally finding Jiang Weimian and Shen Zuixing.
Wang Dabiao stepped forward and wiped his face with the hem of his clothes while cursing: "Grandma, what the hell is this place? Aren't we in an alley?!"
Chen Zuixing said: "This is the game interface automatically generated by the new level. The place where we will do the task should be here later."
He Man subconsciously asked: "What mission?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a giant light screen suddenly popped up in front of everyone's eyes. When the progress bar on it reached 100%, a paragraph of text appeared:
At 10 o'clock in the evening on June 18, a female high school student was killed at the entrance of No. 13 Huahai Road after school. He was stabbed several times, his hands and feet were tied, and he was sexually assaulted before his death. It is reported that the girl was a nearby resident. She had an argument with her mother because she came home late from school. She ran away from home out of anger and ran into a gangster. She was dragged to an alley to commit the murder. She was under 17 years old.
Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this, but then another picture popped up on the electronic light screen. It was a black silhouette of a man leaning on a telephone pole smoking, and his face could not be seen clearly.
This is information about the murderer
The game prompt sounded coldly in everyone's ears:
You are at the crime scene. Please use the above tips to catch the murderer.
Time limit: 2 hours
The author has something to say: Jiang Weimian: Jiang Weimian is a famous name, and my nickname is Mianmian.
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