When the two met up with the main force, the hands of the gold clock on the wall pointed to 11:40 in the evening.
"If my guess is correct," Lin Miao, who has always been taciturn, said, "In twenty minutes, we will be able to see the true face of the so-called midnight joy show."
The sofas in the living room formed a semicircle, facing the TV not far in front. Bai Jingxing sat on one of them, using grease to tighten the bowstring in his hand inch by inch.
"Check again to see if there are any vacancies," he said.
As early as in the City of Novas, Bai Yefengdu was a top team active in many large-scale RPG (role-playing adventure game, role-playing adventure game) worlds, while Bai Jingxing became a user with an S-level item Starlan Bow A representative figure among archery players. But when the character was created in the Uncanny Valley, before the data could be synchronized, Ceresa betrayed the AI protocol and stripped all the elites of Baiye Fengdu naked and threw them in. In this regard, it can only be said that it was God's will. Nature is impermanent.
"This is the bow Captain Bai is using now." Wen Zheliu sat on the sofa and looked over with curiosity.
"Ah, yes." Bai Jingxing had a helpless smile on his lips, "Although it's not as good as Staran, it's better than nothing."
As he said that, he pointed to the grease can on the armrest of the sofa, "Do you want to use it? You can still maintain the weapon."
Wen Zheliu took a closer look and couldn't help but sigh, the members of the big group are very wealthy.
Item name: Magic Spring Fairy’s Mead
Grade:b
Activation type: Delayed activation
Cooling time: 3 hours
Attack power: none
Effect: Apply evenly to the target's body to increase the defense power of the protective gear by 25% and the durability by 25%; the attack power of the weapon is increased by 25% and the critical hit rate is increased by 25%. The duration is three hours. If used more than 12 times, the defense of the protective gear will be permanently increased by 0.3%, and the durability will be permanently increased by 0.3%; the weapon's attack power will be permanently increased by 0.3%, and the critical hit rate will be permanently increased by 0.3%.
Note: Not for use on the human body.
Equipment level: 15
Prop introduction: The mead brewed by the Fairy of the Magic Spring helps them maintain their radiant beauty. However, in view of the essential difference between fairies and humans, merchants selling mead remind customers not to drink it by mistake.
A consumable item that maintains props is B-level. As a poor man, what should Wen Zheliu say...
He sniffed and could already smell the fragrant and fragrant aroma of wine coming from the jar with simple patterns. His mouth was dry and his tongue was salivating. It was a pity that he couldn't drink it.
"Don't look at me like that," Bai Jingxing seemed to know what he was thinking, "Actually, Bai Yefengdu doesn't have much money now, and everything is in the development stage. This is actually the reward item I chose."
"Oh," Wen Zheliu nodded quickly, "But this is too expensive..."
"What's the point," Lin Miao said from the side, "It can't be taken to the next world anyway, so why not give everyone more protection."
Wen Zheliu smiled sheepishly: "In this case, I will be disrespectful. Thank you Captain Bai."
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Bai Jingxing smiled slightly: "Just call me by my name, no need to be so polite."
He looked at He Qin again: "Brother He, do you need to strengthen your weapons?"
"No need," He Qin sat next to Wen Zheliu and smiled gracefully, "It affects the feel."
"It's about to start." Xi Ling interrupted, "Everyone, please sit down."
Du Zijun flicked the barrel of the gun, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What should we do now? First open that old antique?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the screen of the desktop TV in front of the players lit up with a "sizzle" and countless tiny snowflakes flashed out.
At the same time, the clock dinged, and the hour and minute hands overlapped at the twelve o'clock position at the same time. Everyone's heart felt: It's coming.
At this time, Wen Zheliu looked out the window out of nowhere. He was surprised to find that the whole town seemed to come alive at this moment. Every house is brightly lit, and from time to time there are faint sounds of laughter and talk carried by the night wind in all directions. The streets are dead during the day, but at midnight, the town suddenly glows with unparalleled vitality, noisily waiting for this legendary reality TV show that can bring happiness to everyone.
The screen suddenly brightened, and accompanied by a burst of background music with loud electronic noise, the golden-red logo slowly rotated from the corner to the center of the screen—this was exactly the smiling face logo covered with an ouroboros that Wen Zheliu saw before entering the town, at midnight The reality show has officially begun.
It is only 240p at most, so you can barely see the character's expressions and clothing; the overly bright colors of the clothing, which has an old-fashioned feel, all clearly show the program aesthetics and program effects of the 1990s. After two rows of dancers with moving machines and stiff smiles waving their gaudy red and purple skirts staggered across the glittering stage, this crude sense of intoxication reached its peak, making a group of people accustomed to holographic images of later generations The players' eyes were sore.
No one spoke to comment. Chen Feiluan moved his cervical vertebrae from side to side and pinched the Qingming point on the bridge of his nose expressionlessly. Li Tianyu next to him looked pale and stared at the small screen in front of him, not even daring to look wrong. .
The dancer left the stage, and the curtain in front of the stage, which reflected the golden pearlescent light, was lifted open. A man wearing an old-fashioned purple suit and a plaid bow tie jumped out with a microphone in his hand, and suddenly burst into several crazy laughter: "Hahahahahaha! Good evening everyone! Let me do the math. Counting yesterday, we already have...
This man with high cheekbones, eye sockets that were almost sunken into two dark shadows, and wearing frighteningly white stage makeup, pursed his lips, counted with his fingers in aggrieved manner, and suddenly shouted: "Ah! ! We haven’t seen each other for twenty-four hours! Do you still remember my name?!"
In an ordinary reality show, this can only be regarded as a poor way of interaction between the host and the audience in front of the screen. It cannot even be regarded as mobilizing the atmosphere of the scene. However, it was this sentence that set off the whole town. A storm of neat and enthusiastic responses!
"Remember!!!"
The shouts outside the window were overwhelming.
The players were shocked and turned to look at the continuous lights outside the window. While hearing Zheliu's shock, he also noticed something keenly.
There was no unnecessary nonsense in the responses from the residents of the town. It could be said that they were all avid fans of the show, but it didn’t seem like it. They didn’t reply with emotional words like “Of course I remember” or “How could I forget?” , but only replied two words: remember.
In response to this kind of open-ended question, the town has a strict set of answer templates, and in the process of interacting with the host - regardless of whether the other party can accept their response - they will be meticulous and very disciplined. Executed.
To achieve subtle control over one's words, deeds, or spiritual cues through some kind of communication media, if it is not a highly inflammatory political party, then it is...
At this time, the strange interaction between the host and the audience continued. He raised the microphone with one hand, put the other hand to his ear, made an exaggerated listening action, and shouted: "Say my name! !”
"happydawson!! happydawson!!"
"Happy... Dawson?" Xie Yuanyuan frowned, "What the hell is this name..."
"Let's give it a stage name." Du Zijun's face was solemn, his lips didn't move, but his voice could be clearly heard from his mouth to everyone's ears, "Except for Xie Yuanyuan, I advise you not to talk anymore, at least not in this area. Talk within the range directly facing the screen. I have a hunch that this guy should be able to see through the screen."
"...Hmm." Bai Jingxing stared at the TV and responded from his throat.
"Then why can you speak without moving your lips?" Although he had a transparent body next to him, Xie Yuanyuan was so frightened by this weird scene that he shrank into a quail and asked Du Zijun tremblingly.
Wen Zheliu thought Du Zijun wouldn't answer, but he just frowned, paused for a while, and whispered: "When discussing business, you always use some inconspicuous tricks."
—Du Zijun was also a little frightened, and Wen Zheliu could tell.
According to his past temper, he would definitely not reveal information about his real life to his teammates, but today he only hesitated slightly before telling Xie Yuanyuan, and he did not worry about the other five companions who did not know the details. From this subtle reaction, Wen Zheliu seemed to have a glimpse of Du Zijun's mental state at the moment.
Happy Dawson laughed loudly. After performing the familiar opening remarks, he waved his arm and invited a vulgar-looking butcher from the side. He held a sharp meat cleaver in his hand. He was also wearing a one-piece apron. Happy Dawson exclaimed, "Let's welcome this issue's assistant, Mr. Butcher!"
There were bursts of vague cheers and laughter outside the window. Although the players in the living room didn't think it was funny, it didn't stop Wen Zheliu from hearing the cough of a man who was about to die laughing from the building not far away. .
In a crazy ocean of laughter, they were like a boat teetering on the big waves with nine leaves.
"Without further ado, let's get into today's show, "Crazy Woman Taking a Bath in the Bathroom"!" Happy Dawson grinned at the camera, revealing his jagged yellow teeth. He turned around and led the butcher to jump off the stage which was half a person high. However, with the sound of the fabric being torn apart, his bloated purple trousers suddenly collapsed from the crotch to the back of the waist. The snow-white underwear underneath was exposed, and it was almost blinding. Happy Dawson screamed in horror and hurriedly covered his buttocks.
"Oh, my God, it's completely torn apart!" he cried, sticking his butt up to the camera, showing the audience the striking white mixed with rustic purple and red. "What should happydawson do? These are happydawson’s favorite pants!”
"I'm here to help you!" the butcher said gruffly. He strode up and reached into the trousers that were almost split in half. Then he stirred them twice in a vulgar way, and actually pulled out the trousers from the inside. Pull out the red and black sausages that are connected together as if they are excrement!
"Ugh!" Li Tianyu finally couldn't bear the disgusting plot in this eye-catching color scheme. She felt nauseated and dizzy. She couldn't help but cover her mouth. She felt that all the sandwiches she had eaten at night were turning in her stomach. stir.
The few remaining men were not much better. Ever since the Midnight Fun Show started, everyone's mental levels had been declining at a slow but unstoppable rate. But as soon as they looked away slightly, Happy Dawson's eyes would glance towards the camera indifferently, exerting strong mental pressure on them, forcing them to watch the small TV again.
The hysterical laughter outside was almost tearing the roof off.
They kept laughing, they kept laughing... This laughter lingered in the ears, almost making people's brains explode. The color drained from Wen Zheliu's face. He didn't expect that the difficulty of this level would be so much higher than that of the first world! Whether it's the weird environment, the mental pollution that's twisted to the point of losing your sanity, or the difficulty of the boss - things have reached this point, and he can guess with his toes that this crazy host in front of him, Happy Dawson should be the final boss of the second world—far better than the first world. In comparison, even Jenny's complete form is as pure and amiable as an angel here.
The absurd and chaotic colors in front of him magnified infinitely in his eyes, spinning like a dirty kaleidoscope. His lips became dry when he smelled broken willows, and an indescribable dizziness circled in his mind...
Your sanity drops to 81%… 74%… 61%…
Your physical strength drops to 98%… 96%… 91%…
"Baby, baby!" He Qin's anxious shouts sounded far and near in his ears, and his clenched teeth seemed to be being fiddled with by something. He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly the chaotic scene in front of him. Suddenly, a quiet darkness enveloped him, and a hot but soft thing blocked his lips, pushing open his teeth in a state of confusion. A smooth and cold tablet was delivered...
The tips of their tongues touched, and he was shocked when he heard Zheliu, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.
The author has something to say: The true identity of the Midnight Joy Show in this chapter has been partially revealed to readers, so I need to explain it now. Earlier, a friend of mine told me about an SCP Foundation project as an urban ghost story. I have to say that the idea was very good, so I quoted this idea when writing the outline. Later I remembered and asked her if this was really just an urban legend, but she checked it out and told me that it was a hilarious prank show she had seen from the SCP-2030 project before.
I was about to give up on the setting of this world, but she told me that there seemed to be an agreement that could solve my situation, which really relieved me.
Therefore, although I have never been exposed to the SCP world setting before, according to the rules of the Foundation, I will follow the CC-by-SA agreement.
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In addition, Bai Jingxing’s Staran Bow is a Tathlum, also known as the magic slingshot or the sun bow. It is the divine bow of Luwu, the god of light in Celtic mythology.
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