The gardener's heart is actually rejoicing.
He also entered a lot of copies. Compared to the ones that ask them to survive for a certain amount of time, ask them to kill a certain NPC, ask them to find the root cause in a haunted house... finding a normal teddy bear, it's relatively easy and safe task. At least when they saw this one, all the players breathed a sigh of relief.
The time limit is not so urgent, and they are much more relaxed. This kind of relaxation may not feel life-threatening, and everyone looks more relaxed.
There are a total of six players in the dungeon. The gardener introduced him one by one, and said: "Although it is simple, you still need to pay more attention. Do you remember the few points just now?"
This tone seemed to regard Kou Dong as a newcomer who just came in and didn't understand anything.
Kou Dong was not very willing to show his edge, because he had already attracted the attention of NPCs in this game, and it was not easy to attract the attention of players; so he paused, lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "Remember. "
—He doesn't know anything else, he has been immersed in love games for so long as an anchor, and the drama is getting better and better.
The gardener didn't see anything wrong, he just looked at him with some unconcealed dissatisfaction.
The three players who played the roles of servants beside them obviously knew each other well, they gathered together and talked in a low voice, and they glanced at him, obviously talking about him. Kou Dong didn't take it seriously at all, and didn't pay attention to it, but a few words drifted over here and there.
"Get lost when you come in..."
"... newcomer."
"Dare to come in..."
A few vague words are not very positive. Kou Dong didn't even have any waves in his heart, he was used to such small groups' crowding out methods.
Just can't help but miss his own little group a little bit.
Nor did they stay together for long. Soon, the twin brothers went back and forth, hurriedly taking away the middle servant, the cook, and the fire maid; and then came a second time and took the remaining three away.
Instead of taking them to the same place, they sent them to their jobs separately.
They are now in a huge house, the decoration is extremely grand and simple, like the manor of a rich man in the middle ages. It's just that the curtains are tightly drawn, and the scenery outside is not seen at all, and the scenery is all shrouded behind the heavy curtains.
Kou Dong walked forward behind the twin brothers, and his heart skipped a beat.
He did not see the main entrance.
This house seems to be isolated from the world, there is not even a door for people to go in and out of it...
The gardener went to the room on the first floor to tend the flowers and plants that had been cut for vases, and a servant went to the utensil room to wipe the precious gold and silver utensils. The twin brothers also took Kou Dong forward, and finally stopped in front of a house, beckoning him to go in.
The door opened, and doll heads rolled all over the floor.
Some were missing arms or legs, or buttons were missing, or there were threads on their bodies. These scattered dolls lay quietly on the ground or on the table, looking at him with dark eyes.
"It's your job," said one of the twins, who looked exactly the same as the other and wore the same clothes, so indistinguishable from each other. Just now the different positions can still be identified, but now that he reappears in front of him, Kou Dong can't tell who is who. He dangled a long bunch of brass keychains in his hand, and they jingled, "These are the young master's toys."
When the word "Young Master" was mentioned, a slight light flashed in his blue eyes.
"As fast as you can," he draws out the end, with a lazy, weird and serious tone, "all of them must be repaired and intact."
Kou Dong understood his identity, and couldn't help feeling suffocated.
The others have normal jobs anyway, but he is the unreliable doll repairer who sounds...
He is also a plush toy specialist.
He stood in a pile of plush toys, very at a loss.
He hasn't played with something like this in years.
"Before the sun goes down," one of the twins said softly, "see how much you can cultivate."
After saying that, they locked the door, locked Kou Dong inside, and left.
It seems that according to their different identities, each of them has different tasks for the day. At least at this point before the sunset, Kou Dong had heard it twice, from the gardener and the servant who was assigned to wipe the utensils.
Their task nodes are all consistent.
Kou Dong sighed, looked at the dark room, and simply sat on the carpet.
Just repairing toys.
Little things, little things.
There are needles and threads of various colors on the table, as well as fluffy yellow cotton for stuffing, buttons of various colors, and scissors. Kou Dong picked up a teddy bear, threaded a needle, and sewed the eyes made of black buttons on the teddy bear's plump cheeks little by little.
With full eyes, the teddy bear looks much cuter than before. Even the ears were pulled down slightly, revealing a section of cotton wick protruding from the inside.
Kou Dong pushed it back a few times and sighed a little.
Alas, how can it be played like this...
With such a high loss rate, that young master doesn't look like an honest boy.
Kou Dong is not very good at needlework. This is normal, after all, he lived in an era where there was no need to do these things by himself - he was not a lady who had to be a female celebrity in ancient times.
But if he sews a button left and right, and sews a few pieces of cloth, he has no problem.
It's just that the end of the thread is a little crooked, which is not very good-looking.
Kou Dong sewed up its ears in a few strokes, then immediately lifted it up, squinted his eyes and looked at it, quite complacently.
Ok…
very good.
It has a more sense of design than before, and suddenly endowed this bear with a completely different soul.
system:[…]
Damn sense of design.
This is simply a crooked seam!
It stared at the teddy bear's new ears that were almost tilted to the top of its head, and a dialog box popped up to remind: [Repairs must be intact.]
Kou Tiantian said forcefully: "Isn't this what I call intact?"
system:[…]
Ugh.
Intact, not to let you create another species...
While Kou Dong was repairing, he was picking among the pile of toys. The delicate young master who lived here didn't know what his preference was, and all the things piled up were rabbits and bears. There are especially many bears, there are at least two or three hundred bears in this room, big and small, and he can catch four or five with just a quick grab.
It's just that he went from one end to the other, and looked at all the bears, but he couldn't find the one he was looking for.
Too.
If it was so easy to find, it wouldn't be the ultimate mission of the dungeon.
He forced himself to calm down, not to worry about Ye Yanzhi for now. -Ye Yanzhi himself is reliable, what's more, if he wants to see Ye Yanzhi right now, he has to get out of this dungeon first.
Kou Dong didn't want to think about things going badly, but since the God of Death showed up, these questions have been bothering him all the time, and it is difficult to answer them.
How did he escape death
How did the god of death catch up to the dungeon
What kind of role does the horror game play, and why does the NPC intercept it for him
— and Ye Yanzhi.
He felt vaguely in his heart that Ye Yanzhi might have already seen that Yin Qi's identity was inappropriate, so he formed an alliance with Gui Ying early on, put aside the contradiction between the two for the time being, and agreed to the outside world.
Only in this way, Ye Yanzhi's identity is obviously not as simple as the NPC drawn from the game.
Although Kou Dong had already realized that he had doubts about his identity, he still didn't want to doubt Ye Yanzhi himself. But now, he seems to be walking in a fog that can't be seen clearly. Except for him, everyone else seems to know the answer.
He was the only one who was blindfolded and didn't know it when he was in it.
This feeling can never be called good.
Kou Dong is a person who likes to keep everything under control. The hand holding the needle couldn't help but tighten slightly, and it wasn't until he felt the pain that he accidentally punctured the pulp of his finger.
A round drop of blood rolled down from the tip of the needle, dyeing the teddy bear's ear a bright red like a petal.
"Tsk."
Kou Dong couldn't help feeling a little headache. Looking at the bear, he realized that he was gradually repairing it to fit the style of horror games.
It looked like a simple bear at first, but now it looks a bit like that kind of ghost doll...
If the so-called young master saw this, would he be pissed to death
He asked the system about it. After the system was stuck for a long time before, it seems to have a little human touch after recovering now. After a moment of silence, he replied: [Maybe.]
Kou Dong began to save with a sigh.
He searched for a long time before finding a damp cloth, bent down, and concentrated on wiping the plush bear's ears.
Due to the diversion of his eyes, he didn't even notice that the moment he wiped the bloodstain—
The teddy bear raised its face slightly, slightly.
Repairing toys is not an easy job.
Kou Dong didn't know how long he had been sitting here, his hand movements never stopped, and he worked diligently one by one. Although the result could not really be as perfect as the twins wanted, but at least it was complete, and it was no longer missing arms and legs as before—at least that’s how Kou Dong felt.
Roughly counting, there are seventeen or eighteen stitches.
As the sun went down, the twins came to the door again to check on the progress of his work. Seeing the sewn plush toys, the twins, who are used to seeing bloody scenes, couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and immediately turned their eyes to Kou Dong: "..."
Kou Dong's face was calm, not guilty at all.
They even saw pride in his eyes.
Twins: "…"
Alas, what is there to be proud of when it is sewn like this.
One of them said faintly: "The requirement is perfection."
You're not allowed to do whatever you want - some bears have eyes that go up to their ears.
It's not perfect at all, and it's even a little creepy to watch.
Kou Dong has no choice, he is not a professional after all. What's more, there is no sewing machine in this place. It would be nice if he could sew those open cloths together. How could he ask to sew a flower, "It looks better this way."
The other picked up a doll that was obviously stuffed with too much cotton and had a bulging belly that looked like it had a bear cub inside. It was hard to say: "..."
But they didn't say much, they just froze for a while, and it turned out that Kou Dong really passed.
Kou Dong was a little surprised, he thought he had made the young master's beloved toy into such a disaster, and the twins had to make use of the problem to make things difficult for him. After all, NPCs always like to dig holes for him to jump in. Now it is rare to meet a couple who have an excuse not to dig holes, and he is not used to it.
"It's okay." The twins made a conclusion against their conscience, opened the door, and signaled him to go out, "Now, you can go to eat."
Supper is served collectively in the servants' lounge. In addition to the six players, there are seven or eight other NPCs.
The twin brothers were also present, and after ordering the player who played the role of the cook to bring the dinner to the table, they stood up first and stood at the end of the table.
The other servants got up one after another.
Kou Dong looked at this posture and knew that it might be a prayer. After going through the medieval background twice, he has gradually learned about these things, but he heard the twins open their mouths—
Start spraying rainbow farts.
It's really spraying. Words of praise poured out of their mouths like a flood, and they boasted in length and length of the so-called young master's inexhaustible beauty, boasting of his black hair like ebony, eyes as calm as lake water, and his slender body , flashing wisdom, and even boasted that he was "like a finger that the Lord has kissed and polished a little bit by himself." All kinds of good words poured out like money, what they said was so sincere, even the remaining few servants participated in it, a group of people blew at the young master who was not there at all, from head to toe, almost I want to blow that young master to the sky.
Even blowing on the toes—total fetishism.
As Kou Dong listened, he couldn’t help but think of a saying commonly used by star fans: the elder brother’s legs are not the legs, the spring water on the banks of the Seine; the elder brother’s back is not the back, the Bulgarian rose…
It seems that these NPCs are not weaker than the modern fan circle girls in the slightest.
Fan circles can only "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", but they can use aria-like sentences to praise-even if the young master is not a flower, he can still be praised as a flower.
He took a peek and saw that apart from the native NPCs on the scene, the faces of several players were also brilliant, obviously they had never experienced such a large-scale star-chasing scene. But the NPCs were not satisfied with making calls by themselves, and soon, the twins turned their attention to them with gloomy expressions.
Kou Dong: "..."
Alas, do as the Romans do.
He had no choice but to blow along with him.
Having experienced the posture of the modern fan circle, he is not weaker than these people at all, what is the most free wind on the plain, what is the orchid and jade tree, the bright moon in the arms, what is warm and alienated, reserved and intoxicated...
Left and right are just rainbow fart essays, and he thinks he won't lose to anyone.
It blows so much that even the twins look sideways, but the expression on their faces seems a bit weird, and the corners of their mouths move slightly.
Kou Dong didn't take it seriously either.
After a ceremonious blast, they finally sat down to eat. The player who was arranged to be the cook obviously wasn't very good at cooking. He stayed here all afternoon, but made a few ordinary sandwiches.
There is no sauce in it, just the taste of rough bread. Not to mention others, Kou Dong struggled to eat.
The twins frowned after only one bite, clearly dissatisfied with the job. Their eyes fixed on the cook for a long time, and then they put their heads together and whispered something.
The cook's reddish-brown hair was more and more conspicuous in this gloomy kitchen, she lowered her head and gnawed on the bread silently.
They had a brief opportunity to communicate after the NPCs left the stage one after another. The six talked about each other's tasks in the afternoon. Kou Dong's conjecture is not wrong, their missions are carried out strictly based on their identities. The servants are assigned to clean the utensils that the young master likes and tidy up the young master’s study, and the maids are required to light all the fires in the house because the young master is afraid of the cold; The young master is satisfied with the dinner—
Left and right are three sentences inseparable from "Young Master".
Kou Dong himself was not far behind, and was sent to repair the young master's beloved toy.
When they bumped into each other, each other had a stomach full of bitterness.
The field of this arrangement is not at all what they are good at. The fire maid couldn't light the fire at all, the cook had never cooked anything other than sandwiches before, and even the one who was assigned to clean up the study had a bitter face, indicating that the NPC asked him to arrange thousands of dishes in the order that the young master liked. book.
"But we haven't seen this so-called young master at all," he couldn't help complaining, "where do we know the order he likes..."
Others are facing the same problem.
Kou Dong also felt unreliable.
"Thousands of books, how could he make a list for you?" He casually said, "If it were me, I might arrange them alphabetically."
Simple and hassle-free.
The player who played the role of the servant still had a bitter face, and didn't take what the newcomer said seriously at all.
Also, if it could be done so easily, he wouldn't have to worry about the task.
The fire maid whispered: "If you find someone to ask..."
The gardener's face suddenly became serious, and he gave the maid a merciless look, warning: "Put away your low thoughts."
The maid's face turned red and white, and she justified herself: "How do we know this! And that bear, since he likes it, of course only he knows where it is... Do we want to look like a headless chicken and search the whole house?" ?"
There is some truth in what she said, and it sounds very deceiving. It's just that Kou Dong no longer only thinks of people in a good direction, and he also heard that she wanted to find someone to try. Left and right her identity is a maid, it is inconvenient to contact the young master.
If they are successful, of course, they will have a shortcut to do the task; if they are not successful, they will lose a competitor when they share points.
This kind of thinking is too superficial and straightforward, as the gardener said, and it is also too out of date.
"Stop thinking like this," the gardener said coldly, "the taboos have already been given to you. If you violate them, you will die without knowing it."—The three rules should be followed honestly first, even if you really don't follow them, then It’s also after the eyebrows have been raised.”
He looked over one by one.
"If you go up to be reckless, that's not bravery, it's courting death."
Kou Dong agrees with his point of view.
Sure enough, no matter which team you are in, there will be one or two people who understand.
After the meal, they were quickly brought back to their respective jobs.
Kou Dongxin said, this is really a capitalist style, and there is no concept of off-duty at all...
It is to squeeze their last drop of blood and sweat alive.
"Do the task obediently," the gardener warned in a low voice before leaving, "Don't try to be opportunistic!"
He sounded the alarm for these players again.
Kou Dong went back to mend the dolls, thinking about opportunism while sewing. He tasted it, and felt that he could actually try the road of opportunism. After all, although other players couldn't afford it, he could afford it—the NPCs on the left and right were also reluctant to kill him.
I don't want the child to be trapped by the wolf, even if he doesn't come, the young master will come to the door by himself.
It is better to turn passive into active.
He was thinking about how to get closer to avoid the taboo, but suddenly he heard something crashing outside, as if it had broken. The sound made Kou Dong feel a bad premonition, and he stood up immediately to open the door—
The door opened.
Upon returning, the twins did not lock again.
Kou Dong poked his head out of the room and followed the movement of the voice to look not far away.
It seemed to be coming from the pantry.
He hesitated for a moment, but still took a step and walked in the direction of the utensil room. On the way, I met a cook and a gardener, and they also heard the movement and gathered here. The three stood in front of the door of the container room, carefully looking inside.
The player playing the role of the valet stands in it. In front of him is a row of gold and silver utensils that have been wiped clean, and several snow-white porcelain plates that have been taken out of the cabinet, with fine patterns painted on them. Fei—Now, one of the stacks of porcelain plates has been smashed to pieces on the ground.
Thinking about it, it was the source of the crackling sound just now.
The male servant didn't move at all, his footsteps seemed to have taken root and sprouted on the ground, and his whole body almost turned into a stiff tree here. It wasn't until the gardener called him twice that he seemed to be awakened, regained his soul, trembled and turned around, and slowly turned his face to the door.
"It's broken." He stammered and said incoherently, "As soon as I opened it...it fell off! I didn't move it! It fell off by itself!"
He couldn't hide his panic in his tone, he squatted down and tried to put the porcelain plate back together, "I didn't break it..."
The twin figures appeared at the end of the corridor.
When he saw them, Kou Dong's heart trembled slightly. The pair of butler brothers came to the door with sullen and identical faces, their mouths tensed, their eyes fixed on the broken plate.
The gardener couldn't help but took a step back—he was afraid that the twins would blame them for not working at the moment.
"Broken."
One of the twins said coldly.
The valet shook his hands and desperately explained: "No, no, someone didn't put it away..."
"Broken."
The other repeated the two words again in the same tone.
It is clearly an ordinary word. But being spat out by the same face with the same tone gave people a sense of creepiness. The dark breath of prey became more and more intense, and the male servant suddenly fell silent like a duck whose esophagus was blocked.
The hallway fell silent.
They are waiting for the final verdict.
After a while, the twins calmly raised their green eyes.
"That's the plate that the young master likes."
This sentence was a final conclusion, almost a death sentence, which made the servant tremble violently.
"It's just a plate!" He still wanted to argue, trembling, "I'll buy it for you, and I'll pay for it..."
The twins were unimpressed.
I like it at least-these five words seem to be their obsession. They stepped forward, easily pinched the unlucky player from left to right, and locked his arm with their slender arms. Immediately, they lifted the man up high and fell to the ground suddenly.
The twins are not particularly tall, they still look like teenagers who haven't fully grown up, but lifting the player is like lifting a light chicken cub. The players struggled and cried in their hands, falling heavily to the carpeted floor—
"Snapped."
When the human body fell down, there was a loud, porcelain-like shattering sound—at such a height of more than one meter, and on the soft carpet, the male player's body was torn apart, easily separated.
Something hot and fishy splashed on Kou Dong's face.
The male player shattered to the ground like the plate he shattered.
The author has something to say:
Kou Dong: I play rainbow farts, I am good at it!
NPC: Hmm...