In any case, keep quiet and calm and don’t disturb people’s pleasure….
At this moment, Bai Jingxing’s mental health has dropped by half, which is a very dangerous signal. Once the passing threshold is exceeded, the probability of players falling into madness will double.
His face was bloodless, and his lips were bruised and purple from the cold. He couldn’t utter a word. It was as if a chunk of ice had been firmly jammed in his throat. The base of his tongue and his cold, clotted brain were running slowly, struggling to think about the scene hint.
Keep quiet and calm; don’t disturb people’s pleasure…
Keeping quiet means shutting up, and keeping calm means not panicking. Is the last sentence the result of the previous sentences, or is it a condition of parallel sequence?
If it was the result of the previous sentences, he just needs to maintain speed now and then slowly open the door and leave—but no, his instinct told him that he couldn’t just ignore the smiling ghost and walk away; it was impossible. It would be tantamount to feigning ignorance.
If it’s a parallel sequence, it means that he can’t speak, can’t panic, and can’t dampen the ghost’s mood… What is he going to do?
From the strands of his hair to the tips of his toes, Bai Jingxing trembled slightly and frequently in every corner of his body. Apart from his heartbeat, he could still hear the sound of his teeth chattering up and down.
What should he do?
That brief scene hint has now become Bai Jingxing’s only life-saving straw. He squeezed out an icy sigh from his nose, then made up his mind. First he stuffed the small shield into the inventory, turned in the opposite direction of the unjust ghost behind him, and walked step by step toward the meat stall in the very center of the place.
This is the only way to go. Let’s take a gamble… Apart from this method, he has no other way out.
He paced slowly; his calves and his feet were as dead as lead, and the smiling ghost still followed him, never taking a step away.
Bai Jingxing stood in front of the meat stall again, only this time he was facing it head-on. The ghastly ghost abruptly disappeared from behind him and reappeared behind the meat stall. The slightly swaying dim light hit it, adding a few more distortions to the crude and bizarre smiling face.
Under the light, Bai Jingxing then realized in a trance that what it was wearing wasn’t black at all, but a red coat dyed ebony by layers and layers of old and new bloodstains.
It smiled, looked straight ahead, and asked again: “Guest, do you want meat?”
Bai Jingxing stretched out his cold hand, barely pulling out a piece of meat that was in a relatively complete state in the pile of meat that had long since rotted and stank into a fishy liquid slime, which could be held in his hand at least.
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Facing the ghost directly, his eyes had begun to go slack, but he remained stubbornly silent. With his other hand, he took out a handful of copper coins from the inventory and then spasmodically pushed them one by one onto the scale.
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At this time, his gait had begun to falter, as if he were walking in water, while the air above his head was solid ground. His stomach was convulsed, and all he could see in his eyes was the door of the passageway not far away… and the red letters of danger floating before him.
[Your current mental value: 21%. Please pay attention to adjusting it in a timely manner.]
21%, only 21% left…Bai Jingxing tried his best to open his eyes wide. He raised his right hand and opened the small door that symbolized temporary safety. Then he fell into the boundless darkness and lost consciousness.
In city A, Wen Zheliu was walking on the cold and shivering streets, silently observing the surrounding situation.
When he woke up and opened his eyes, the first thing he smelled was a mixed stench, and his bare palm seemed to have touched something soft and sticky. He hurriedly straightened up, holding the cane firmly in his palm, only to realize that Happy Dawson had teleported him to a large public trash can.
Wen Zheliu: “…Damn it.”
He worked his legs down until he was sure he had stepped on solid ground, and then he worked his way up out of the half-human pile of household garbage and stood up straight.
At this moment, his investigator suit was full of rotten stench, with a few wilted cabbage leaves on his back, and his hands were smeared with a lot of rotten egg white and cheese or some other mixture of things. Wen Zheliu picked out a strand of dry apple peel from his hair expressionlessly. No matter how good-tempered he was, he almost couldn’t help cursing at this moment.
He supported the edge of the trash can with one hand and cleanly jumped out of it. When a player’s level is close to level 20, their physical fitness is only a little worse than that of professional athletes in the real world. As he walked, he turned on the communication device, intending to contact his teammates.
Fortunately, the suits in the mall all come with an automatic cleaning function. When the time is up, they will slowly return to a clean state, which saves him a lot of trouble.
Wen Zheliu looked at his current coordinates and found that he was at the edge of City A. He hung his cane around his waist, took out a bottle of water from his inventory, poured it on a paper towel, and wiped his face and the stains on his hands.
He Qin’s familiar voice came from the communicator, and Wen Zheliu couldn’t help showing a smile. After reporting their respective situations and locations, he whispered pleasantly, “Brother, I’m in the same city as you!”
“Yes,” He Qin replied with a doting smile, “Brother will go to find you. Send me the coordinates, baby.”
Wen Zheliu’s heart was so full of happiness that it even washed away the indignation of being dumped in a trash can. They exchanged coordinates, and he realized that He Qin was now in the middle of the city.
“I’ll look for you,” he said. “My current location is too far.”
He Qin instructed: “Stay safe on the way, and exchange coordinates every fifteen minutes to let me know where you are.”
The two spoke a few more words when Wen Zheliu heard unusual movements from Li Tianyu.
The distant water can’t put out the nearby fire, so he can only send a message to Xie Yuanyuan, telling him to take care of Li Tianyu immediately. At this critical moment when all the team members are scattered, if one loses, the situation for the rest will become even more difficult.
He slowed down his voice and said gently: “From now on, the team members in each area will move closer to each other, the channel of the whole team will be closed, and the members of the same group who have confirmed each other’s positions will open a small channel. Li Tianyu, move your fingers, accept Xie Yuanyuan’s request, and then send him the coordinates. Let him come to you; don’t be afraid, okay?”
Hearing Li Tianyu’s trembling answer, he couldn’t help frowning, and sighed worriedly.
Hope she can make it through.
The streets were empty; only the street lamps and distant residential buildings gave off a few scattered points of bright light that barely illuminated the darkness of the night. He took a few steps forward, frowned in distress, and asked He Qin in a low voice, “Brother, there’s no abnormal situation on your side, right?”
He Qin replied, “Not yet; what’s the matter?”
“I… I always feel that something is missing somewhere,” he said. “It makes me feel uneasy.”
He Qin laughed twice and pointed it out sharply: “Is it the lack of intelligence and information to understand the current scene?”
Wen Zheliu was stunned and suddenly said, “Yes, this is it!”
According to his habit, every time he goes to a new world or even a new location, he will investigate the scene, talk to NPCs, and try to dig out the information or flaws from their words so as to lay the foundation for subsequent reasoning and solving puzzles. But now that he didn’t know anything, he would naturally feel uneasy.
Wen Zheliu thought for a moment, smiled helplessly, then turned around and walked back to the trash cans placed side by side at the corner.
Household garbage often contains rich clues that are difficult for ordinary people to find. In fast-paced urban life, as long as you continuously browse a person’s household garbage for four days, you can grasp 80% to 90% of their *** information.
Wen Zheliu didn’t want to spoil his cane, so he picked up a long branch and churned through it, bag by bag, but the further down he went, the tighter his frown became.
In addition to the common food scraps and discarded items, he found the bodies of many stray cats and dogs in several trash bags. These poor little things were all skinny, but most of all, their deaths were very miserable, and some wounds were still very fresh and still bleeding slowly. This is by no means the mark left by wild predators, but the result of nails, hammers, and handheld shovels.
If there are no vicious ghosts here, then there must be a psychopath who takes pleasure in killing roaming around here. Considering the difficulty of this world, there should be other adjectives added: A psychopathic serial killer.
He shook his head, silently mourning for these little creatures in his heart, then continued to search inside and finally found a dirty and crumpled old newspaper.
Wen Zheliu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly browsed carefully by the light of the street lamp.
“A missing person notice?” Wen Zheliu muttered, “My wife is seriously ill and went missing. She is thirty years old, has red hair, and was wearing a red dress before she left… I urgently need my wife to return home. If anyone has any clues, I’ll be very grateful. Leighton Owen… not even a photo. What kind of missing person post this is?”
He moved on further down: “I love my family …… What’s the deal? Why is there a selection of elementary school essays? My mom loves me, my dad loves me, my big sister loves me, and I love them too… Uh, skip skip.”
“The following is…Congratulations to Mr. Owen—this is the guy above who is looking for his wife?—on his successful patent application for a project to improve the current-driven small motor. We will never forget Mr. Owen’s efforts for the well-being of the townspeople…”
He hurriedly flipped over one side and said, “And see what’s there… . whoops! Here it is!”
Wen Zheliu’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly read the heavy news in black and white on the newspaper: “This week, the police finally cracked a major murder case. A family of three fell into a pool of blood, and the murderer was their only daughter… Why is a happy family on the verge of collapse? Why do relatives who have a blood relationship fight against the people who love them the most…uh…”
It was accompanied by a blurry black-and-white photo of the living room. The photo was already poor enough in terms of pixels and printing; now it had a layer of mosaic on top. Wen Zheliu can at most see the outline of someone lying in a pool of blood and can’t make out any useful information at all.
Wen Zheliu read the text several times over and over in silence, unable to believe that this frivolous way of narrating was actually the tone of a horrific murder case report. Could it be that this is a third-rate tabloid in town?
There was nothing to see anymore, so he simply folded the newspaper, put it in his pocket, and walked to the intersection ahead by himself.
Slowly, he seemed to feel an increasing chill blowing towards him from the night breeze. He couldn’t help but wrap his coat tightly, take off the cane around his waist, and hold it in his hand vigilantly.
According to the level of the Investigator’s suit, as long as it wasn’t extreme weather like blizzards and hailstorms, he shouldn’t have this overly cold feeling. What’s going on now?
He hid his body under the shadow of the wall and walked a few steps forward, only to realize that it wasn’t the temperature drop but his body, which was spontaneously gushing out a chilling cold.
At the same time, an arm suddenly flashed out of the nearby alley and fiercely dragged Wen Zheliu in!
“Who?!” Wen Zheliu’s heart jumped, and he whispered sternly. He swung his cane and was ready to smash the person or thing in front of him right in the head!
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