Chapter 35: The Source of Pollution (4) This is mixed with strong hatred...
【Aren't you afraid of running into that NPC on the way?】
The system was shocked that Fei not only impersonated someone else but also took the props directly. It also watched him leave a note in the box where the key was originally placed, and then put the key into his pocket in a dignified manner, and then walked out with a melancholy expression on his face.
system:【……】
The system decided to exercise its cyber-conscience: [Isn't this a bit unpleasant... There's even a thief in the ghost story? How about we leave some food or something as compensation for them?]
"I'm not just taking it without helping." Fei passed by Xie Jianshan and the others, who were hesitant to speak. His absent-minded appearance effectively fooled them. He lowered his hood and walked forward. "He gave the key to the player to save his family, didn't he?"
"But he didn't know that his family was no longer just a victim of an experiment. They had become true contaminants. The player couldn't protect himself, let alone save her."
Fei stepped onto the stairs leading to the exit. Xie Jianshan grabbed his arm at this time, but he didn't tell him not to go to the ground. He just compromised and asked him to go out later. They would go up first to explore the way.
Fei then stepped aside and retreated to the back. He stood beside Shen Que, took the pistol he offered, and waited for the Operations Department to clear the surrounding pollutants. Most pollutants had no thoughts, and there was no such thing as group activity.
If you have to go out, it is best to keep some distance between each other.
Fei was thinking about going to the research institute later when Chen Que, who was pretending to be unfamiliar with him, started talking to him. He specifically warned a tool NPC who was bound to die on the first day: "Even after cleaning up, there should still be a lot of pollutants outside. You have to be careful."
Fei narrowed his eyes and didn't reply after noticing something strange. On the contrary, Xiao Song on the other side was deeply moved. He turned around and told his companions that they had misunderstood Que and that he was not that cold after all.
Fei, who was concerned, said: "..."
He's just an NPC, what can he say?
When most of the people in the Operations Department had left, Fei nodded to the front, signaling Chen Que to go first, while he walked at the end to ensure that the pollutants did not follow.
He piled the boxes back to the entrance to block the door of the shelter. The figure not far away gradually disappeared from sight. Fei took out a space prop from the panel. He crushed the conversion ball, and the originally bright parking lot suddenly became dim.
Fei certainly didn't plan to go to the research institute with the Operations Department. He had to go there first.
And now he is at the research institute.
These buildings are specific scenes of strange stories and do not exist in reality. Their invasion will cover the original buildings, which is equivalent to deletion and addition at the data level, used to cover up the fact that the replaced buildings and people will disappear.
The failed experiment reminded Fei of the immersive secret room he visited not long ago. Even the content was very similar.
Fei had no intention of disguising himself. He pointed his gun at the pollutants. The deformed monster no longer looked like a human being. The protruding blood vessels undulated on the flesh, and the bumpy holes seemed to be marks left by syringes.
The penetrated bullets pierced through the flesh and quickly formed a cage of shadows to trap several approaching pollutants. Fei did not enter the elevator. He turned another corner of the stairs. Gunshots rang out intermittently, and he took the lead in clearing out the area before the operations department arrived.
But the real trouble was not these pollutants. Fei arrived at the central control room smoothly and pushed open the door.
The foul smell wafted into his nostrils, the distorted face of the pollutant was close at hand, and the crawling worms fell at his feet, almost landing on the tip of his shoes. Fei pushed the gun into the monster's wide-open mouth, pushed it away and fired.
The monster's tall body fell down, but Fei did not put down his gun. Instead, he aimed it at another figure in the room.
"You guys came pretty quickly."
Fei was naturally not praising. He stepped over the remains of the pollutants and walked into the room. It was also the control room of the laboratory. Half of it was filled with various research equipment, and the other half was the management center responsible for monitoring the building situation and controlling the system operation.
The management center is where the key is needed, it is the room inside.
But it seems that people from U have already gone in.
Fei continued, "The potion is in your hand too, right?"
The main consciousness of this strange story is actually not that difficult to deal with. She is in an unconscious and confused state, and it is not her intention to cause the spread of pollution. If the drug is injected to make her regain consciousness, her consciousness will take the initiative to let everyone leave.
When Fei was going through this dungeon, she didn't expect that she would actually close the dungeon in the end.
"I'm sorry, but the medicine isn't with me." A rather cold voice whispered softly beside his ears, as indifferent as the emotion in the tone. His eyebrows and eyes were really handsome, but his cold temperament made him too difficult to approach.
Facing Fei's gun pointed directly at his forehead, he still answered casually: "At the magician's place, how come Fei, the player with such foresight, didn't guess it? What a pity that you went there for nothing."
"Or maybe Que is not capable enough and provided you with wrong information." The pair of light brown pupils stared straight at Fei. Such eyes should give people the impression of being warm and bright, like the color made of melted amber.
But what was etched in his eyes was irony and a cold hatred so vivid that it was almost impossible to ignore.
Fei was unmoved by his identity being recognized. He just said, "The magician is not here. Where is he?"
But it was obvious that it was useless to ask, as the person on the other side would definitely not tell him. Thinking of this, Fei turned around and planned to leave, thinking that he might as well ask the system for the answer himself. However, he couldn't leave because the door of the control room was closed.
"Do you think I will let you go find him?" The member named Poet still stood where he was. Fei had never understood why he was so unique and had such a literary code name since his ability had nothing to do with literary works, let alone poetry.
The strangest thing is that to this day, this kind of targeting mixed with strong hatred has not disappeared. It has been so long that Fei himself can't even describe how he feels.
"After all, I saved you once." Fei was not in a hurry. He calmly took the chair next to him and sat down. "I wanted to ask you before when you joined U. Let's not talk about repayment. Isn't it a bit too much to repay kindness with hatred?"
The poet chewed over those words, a strange smile on his handsome face. "Repaying kindness with enmity...? Are you referring to the time after saving me, you planned to kill me shortly thereafter?"
His voice became colder: "And it's because of that guy."
Fei was not led into it by him. Although sometimes he would habitually clear out some messy content because there was too much information stored in his mind, he still remembered what the poet said. This person was confusing right and wrong, or in other words, he only focused on the results.
Fei sneered, "Then do you still remember why I wanted to kill you? Weren't you the one who attacked Que first?"
At that time, Fei just casually rescued a player while passing the dungeon, and didn't take it seriously at all. He thought that since he had helped, he might as well take care of this newcomer and help him pass the dungeon.
After leaving the dungeon, the player he helped behaved no differently from the people he had saved before, except that he hoped to know which guild he was in so that he could join the guild in the future to repay his help.
Fei didn't care. He told the other party that he didn't belong to any guild. If he was interested, he could go to the Pyramid Guild, which was founded not long ago by his companions.
The poet, who was still just a new player, agreed. His light-colored eyes, reminiscent of amber and strong tea, were smiling. He was particularly friendly and gentle, and his eyes were faintly sparkling with bright light because of his yearning and admiration for his helper.
...It was also he who stabbed Que in the later copy, when no one was prepared.
It had only been a few weeks, and Fei still had some impression of this new player. Moreover, the other party was unstoppable all the way. Not only was he second on the newcomer list, he also climbed into the top 50 of the overall list. The result was quite good. It was said that he had been playing dungeons for several days in a row.
Fei felt that this reckless spirit was very good, and the battle between Pyramid and U was fierce, so such a new member was just right. So when they met in the copy, he suggested to Chen Que to recruit this newcomer.
Shen Que naturally would not refuse. After he sent out the invitation, the other party agreed. He and Fei planned to bring the new member together and understand their ideas.
The official president of the Pyramid is Shen Que. Fei did not plan to bring anyone with him, so he handed the matter over to him with confidence, and then went to find the venue for the key rules. However, when he came back, he saw Shen Que with a pierced shoulder and a newcomer with blood on his hands.
No matter how powerful a newcomer was, he couldn't hurt the sensitive Chen Que. Perhaps it was because Fei Nan took the initiative to propose recruiting people, and because he said he had helped this newcomer, Shen Que didn't try too hard and let the other person succeed.
Fei had never had such a strong desire to kill someone. His emotions were too calm and there were too few fluctuations. The rare anger drove him to continuously increase the strength in his hands.
But he couldn't do that.
Fei drew the dagger. If this man pierced Shen Que's left shoulder, he would return the favor twice as much. Living too comfortably in the ghost story game, he almost forgot that he shouldn't place trust without reason. Ghost stories are fixed, but human nature is ever-changing.
"Why do you do this?" Fei's expression remained cold even though he was filled with anger. "Do you want to replace Que's position in the pyramid?"
The newcomer was smiling. Even though blood was pouring from his body, he seemed to be insensitive to the pain. Dissatisfaction and confusion burned madly in his eyes. "I'm doing this for you... If Que dies, won't you enjoy all the benefits of the pyramid?"
Fei really wanted to cut his throat with the tip of the knife so that this self-righteous lunatic could not make a sound. In the end, Shen Que saw that the situation was not good and was afraid that his friend would really kill someone, so he hurried over to stop him.
"Go away."
Fei dropped the dagger and lowered his eyes. "If you still want to live, don't let me see you again."
Fortunately, it was not a fatal injury and Shen was fine. After leaving the dungeon, the news soon reached Wine. He directly invited this daring new player and successfully gained a new member.
U really suits him, with the same ego, arrogance and neurosis.
"You were trapped in the pyramid at the time, weren't you? You clearly didn't need to care about those burdens." The poet slowly dragged his thoughts back to reality. He didn't understand why Fei had such unnecessary kindness. "I want to help you get rid of it."
Fei couldn't make sense with this guy, he said coldly: "I don't need it. If you must say it, why don't you give me the U?"
The poet fell silent, as if he was thinking. He originally thought that Fei didn't like U very much, but since he said so, it seemed that he didn't hate this organization as much as he thought.
"Do you want it?" the poet asked again, "I can find a way to kill Wine. If you are interested, I will certainly give it to you."
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Author's words: Past stories +1
I originally wanted to call the new character the Bard, but it felt too Western (honestly).
The literary youth who likes to write poetry is full of hatred every day.
And it's a story about a farmer and a snake. The farmer is a non-human being, and the snake is a mentally ill and twisted person with abnormal thinking. I'm really overwhelmed.
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