Chapter 176

"Why are you blocking the way here? You're in the way!" The anxious young father supported himself on the handrail with one hand and jumped directly over the head of the coward whose legs were too weak to stand up.

Ah, you are not here to hit me, that’s great… The coward heaved a sigh of relief, holding onto the handrail of the stairs and climbing up with difficulty… He couldn’t get up, so he simply sat down on the steps and started to daydream: Mom, the world outside is so scary, I just said the method is bloody, I didn’t say it’s not possible… Oh, it seems that I got scolded because I didn’t say it.

By the time the second floor had returned to calm, it was almost time for dinner. The native passengers who had been watching the murderer outside the utility room on the first floor left one after another to eat on the first floor. The county magistrate, who had finished handling the matter, also left with the crowd, leaving behind a few thugs to cooperate with the boatman to take turns guarding the murderer to prevent him from escaping or being rescued.

By the end, only a handful of natives and a few players were left in the corridor, still happily joining in the fun. It was simply because the killer was a bit amusing. He would respond to every random word the onlookers said, and each time he heard it, the response was different.

Citizen A: "He made up these variables himself, didn't he?"

The murderer: "What do you know? I figured it out! He's a disaster!"

Citizen B: "Maybe he's not very skilled and scared himself..."

The murderer said: "Who are you calling unskilled? I've studied the I Ching for over twenty years! There's absolutely no way this hexagram is wrong!"

Citizen C: "What kind of disaster? It's the disaster of a murderer. If this hexagram is not used, it won't happen!"

The murderer: "What nonsense! He is a disaster! He will bring disaster to the world in the future!"

The enraged murderer, bound by ropes, couldn't stand, but this didn't stop him from expressing his objections. Perhaps feeling inadequate sitting on the ground, he struggled forward, leaping up on all fours. Through the hollowed-out area above the utility room door, he glared at Citizen C: "You common folk! You don't understand anything!"

Citizen C, who just casually complained to his friend but was almost confronted by the murderer, said: "Are you sick? Did I talk to you?" You are bringing disaster to the world. Do you think the officials and soldiers from all over the country should be dead, or do you think the national master should be dead? If there is a real disaster, how could the national master not calculate it? If he really can't calculate it, the queen will also send people to provide disaster relief. How can you have the right to harm others here!

"Disaster!"

"You're not done yet, are you?"

This murderer was like a trigger for a blind box. Different things you said to him would elicit different responses, but every word was laced with personal sentiment, calling the boy a disaster, like an AI chatbot with pre-set preferences. The players found it amusing, and so did the thugs on duty, so they didn't stop the others from joining in the fun. After all, as long as this guy kept talking, they knew he wasn't gone. As for the others, who cares? With their master away, they could handle the situation flexibly.

With the tacit approval of the thugs, the players lined up in an orderly fashion with the remaining natives, amusing themselves with the murderer. They felt no compunction about bullying the murderer. Some players even forgot to log off to eat in order to get more words out of him. Some even called in their friends, logging off and bringing their friends online, just to ensure they didn't miss this legitimate opportunity to taunt him.

Bei Qiao even saw a message from a player in the next room asking for help delivering food on the Chamber of Commerce task interface. There were many players queuing up. In order to play a game before the county magistrate came back, these hungry players decided to eat something in another world to suppress their hunger, and then log off to eat after they had dealt with the murderer.

Bei Qiao: This feels a bit like playing the game in The Fourth Calamity. Oh my, my hand speed is so fast that I snatched up the mission so quickly.

The killer started out aggressive, at one point getting so angry at the players' attacks that he banged his head against the door to express his anger. But as more people lined up to attack him, perhaps feeling a little dizzy from the banging, he gradually lost his energy, his voice growing quieter: "I'm so tired, so hungry... No, I have to fight back! This is outrageous! They're eating right in front of me and not letting me eat!"

After dinner, I came back and found that there were still many people gathered outside the utility room. Some of them were even holding their bowls while eating. The county magistrate asked: "Have I been in seclusion for too long and can't keep up with the situation outside? What's going on? What's so interesting about a murderer?"

"Hello, sir!" The player who had just confronted the murderer bowed to the county magistrate, then went upstairs to his room feeling refreshed: "Oh, after confronting him, I feel like the class atmosphere has faded a lot, so cool!"

The player who was called by her friend to confront the murderer hurriedly ran back to her room to log off and eat. Although she wasted her lunch break, she was in a very good mood now. Even when she was notified that she had to work overtime at night, she did not curse on the spot, but calmly said that she understood. Then she took out the human body model she used to learn acupuncture from the drawer, smiled and began to practice needles.

The colleague at the next workstation thought she was so angry that she was stabbing people, so he silently turned down the volume of his mobile phone and quietly moved to the side: It’s all the fault of the damn boss, don’t hurt innocent people by mistake!

The boss, having been scolded countless times, is of course aware of his employees' dissatisfaction, but he refuses to change. As someone who also has an account in "Another World Martial Arts," he's a boss in real life, but a less ambitious second-generation rich man in the other world. Because he's been losing a lot of money outside, he's been forced not to start a business in the other world. After finishing his company duties, he can only travel and relax in the other world, which is... enviable.

While his subordinates were spending their lunch break to ride on a ship in another world, he was sitting in his private luxury ship, watching his subordinates compete in sea fishing.

"Master, it's time for the meeting."

"Tsk!" He lay flat, but only halfway.

The luxurious ship appeared and disappeared near the building ship, attracting the attention of some passengers, but not many. The incident of someone being nearly strangled to death had finally spread to every corner of the building ship through the mouths of passengers on the second floor. Compared to the beautiful ship that they could never afford in their lifetime, their lives were more important.

There are many people who feel that it has nothing to do with them, but most people still value their lives. After hearing about this incident, they subconsciously stay in crowded places and try to go to the toilet in groups, for fear that they will be left alone and become the next person to be killed.

Children don't understand what death is, nor do they understand why adults are suddenly so nervous. A little girl, taken downstairs by her parents to eat, carefreely clutched her bowl. She spotted a blond, blue-eyed foreigner sitting diagonally across from her. She quickly reached out to grab her mother's hand and said, "Mom, that person's hair..." It was so golden and beautiful!

"My dear, eat. Oh, it smells so good!" Seeing her daughter stretching out her little hand to point at someone, the woman who was telling her son not to run around alone quickly picked up the milk-scented steamed bun to divert her daughter's attention: Don't point at people at this time, my dear, what if he happens to be the murderer's accomplice?

"Mom, wow, there's an ant in my ear..." While his mother was feeding his sister, the naughty little boy picked up an ant from the ground. While playing with it, he accidentally dropped the ant into his ear. He couldn't pick it out with his hands, so he cried out in panic.

"Cover your other ear for a while and then... stop picking it, the more it goes in!" The woman pulled her son's hand off his ear with a headache: "I told you to stop picking it!" He is just as disobedient as his father, so annoying!

The husband who came to the door after buying four candied haws said: "A-choo!" Which child is naughty again and makes me get scolded?

The young woman who had saved the life earlier was drinking chicken soup. Other passengers crowded around a table near her, especially across from her. Some had even abandoned their tables, struggling to eat on the edge of a bench with their bowls in hand. They had no idea if the killer had accomplices, so they instinctively wanted to be closer to the doctor so they could be the first to notice if anything happened.

The noise made by the children nearby eased the tense atmosphere in the hall a little, and with the help of the crowds, everyone finally finished their meal quietly without any incident or disturbance.

After dinner, the passengers who were used to taking a nap went back to their rooms to sleep. When they passed by the utility room on the first floor, they saw the murderer lying there in a daze, his expression was extremely ferocious, as if he was very angry.

Pointing at the murderer, they went up to the second floor. After returning to their rooms, the passengers' first reaction was to lock the door and drag a stool over to prop it up. They might have just had a good time, but... he was a murderer! What if he suddenly lost his temper and decided to take someone else away?

"Doctor, do you need help?" When others went to take a nap or go out to digest their food, the full young woman came to the kitchen alone and stared at the chickens in the cage.

"It's okay, no need." The woman scooped up some chicken droppings with a spoon while no one was paying attention. Chicken droppings can treat ascites and are very effective, but if patients know what they are taking, they are likely to resist taking it.

Woman: To be honest, even though the water accumulation is so serious, I still have to worry about what I put in my mouth being unsightly, so I have to force myself to take the medicine, and my family has to watch me so that I don’t spit it out... I don’t want to think about it anymore, it makes me annoyed when I think about it.

By the time Bei Qiao finished his meal and logged in, the players who had lined up to tease the murderer had all gone back to their rooms. Having failed in the argument, the murderer lay on the ground with his eyes blank, his mind full of what the others had said: "You want to kill him only because you predicted a future in which you don't exist. You're not trying to save the world, you're just living off others' lives."

No, that's not the case. He's a variable, a disaster... The murderer struggled to get up and began to calculate with his barely movable hands. Halfway through, he withdrew his hand in horror: No, no...