Chapter 242: Ghost in the Mirror (V)
Jie Fangcheng took a shortcut and went straight to Xinxin Home Community.
So he just happened to miss out on the other players who were rushing towards the sixth bus stop.
Along the way, neither side noticed each other. The eight players arrived at the sixth bus stop one after another. Zhu Ping was waiting for everyone at the door.
The place for rest near the sixth bus stop is a small, shabby black internet cafe. After the players arrive, they each choose a seat and sit down. At first glance, it looks like some kind of team-building activity.
Everyone had already played a round on the bus. Although at that time it was just to determine the weaker one and no one tried to kill each other, there was still this previous record. No one spoke for a while, but just looked at the players around them warily.
Zhu Ping has the blood genes of the lizard clan. She has a pair of vertical pupils and scales around her eyes that flash with cold light, showing a sense of indifference and shrewdness.
Her voice was like a snake's hiss: "Everyone is almost here, please wait a moment."
There were only a few of them, and the players looked at each other and quickly found out who had not arrived yet.
That weird guy who got off at the first stop?
In terms of distance, the first stop is indeed the farthest stop from the sixth bus stop. For a moment, no one had any objection and they all waited quietly for the arrival of the last player.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed.
"Damn!" a player muttered, "What's wrong with that guy? Even if he crawled, he should have climbed up by now!"
Guan Yingying had a vague feeling that something might have happened on Platform 1.
But facing the players in front of her, she just opened her mouth and swallowed the clues she found.
Zhu Ping also frowned.
"Forget it, I won't wait any longer." After all, that guy was the first one to get off the bus. Maybe he is dead now like He Mingguang?
Their time is precious and they cannot waste it on such people.
Zhu Ping said, "He Mingguang is dead. I think everyone has already learned about this from the system, right?"
Everyone nodded.
Soon, Zhu Ping shared what happened after she called He Mingguang.
He Mingguang answered the phone and never hung up. Zhu Ping heard with her own ears how he died.
In just two minutes, the ghost on the opposite side dismembered him and ate him.
Even though He Mingguang is considered weak in this dungeon, in fact, as long as everyone can enter the third-level dungeon, the difference in strength is not that big.
If the place where He Mingguang is is so dangerous that he can only hold out for two minutes, how long can the other players hold out?
Zhu Ping is not a fool either. Guan Yingying can analyze through a system notification that everyone should split into two groups, one to enter the Xinxin Home Community to look for clues, and the other to stay near phone number 4444444 to ensure the smooth progress of the trial sleeping activities. Zhu Ping can also do it.
At this point she quickly analyzed the clues and the players fell silent again.
We can split into two groups, but who will go to Xinxin Home Community to look for clues? Who will go to guard the place where He Mingguang died?
No one knew what dangers there were in that community, but it was obvious that the place where He Mingguang died was very dangerous.
Besides, going to Xinxin's Home to look for clues will obviously add points. The player's performance in the dungeon has a great impact on the reward for completing the dungeon. For a level 3 dungeon like this, after the settlement, if we only talk about the point reward, the difference between good and poor performance can be nearly a thousand points.
Of course, everyone present had the same idea - they wanted to search the neighborhood for clues while others stayed outside.
Of course, Zhu Ping also knew that these players all had their own little thoughts, after all, she was the same.
"Let's go to the place where He Mingguang died first." Zhu Ping did not expose it.
Everyone had no objection, and the group of people walked forward under the scorching sun.
They were all players who could enter the third-level dungeon. They were all walking at a fairly fast pace. When they arrived at the hotel where He Mingguang was staying, Jie Fangcheng, who had taken a shortcut and walked in a straight line, finally staggered to the gate of Xinxin Home Community.
silence.
This place, like the whole city, is as quiet as a ghost town, with not a single person in sight.
The gate of the community was locked, and looking inside through the iron fence, it was an old community. It looked no different from the community in Jie Fangcheng's own little world.
After entering the dungeon, Jie Fangcheng felt that this dungeon was very strange. Although there were no people, these buildings gave off a feeling of being in use.
But it’s not like all the people in the city suddenly disappeared at a certain moment. It’s more like the whole city was replicated, and the original items were moved in, but no people came in. It’s very strange.
At this time, Jie Fangcheng peeked inside through the locked door and shouted twice.
"Is there anyone here?" No sound.
"Is there a ghost?" Still no sound.
Jie Fangcheng was not a person who would hesitate. He was very decisive. He reached out and removed the door lock of the community, then walked in.
The community is empty, and the community is not only old but also quite large.
Even if Jie Fangcheng wanted to find clues, facing such a large area and no hints at all, he couldn't find the direction to work towards no matter how hard he tried.
I don't know where those players went...
In the blink of an eye, it was as if a water curtain changed before his eyes. When Jie Fangcheng opened his eyes again, the deserted old community suddenly "came alive".
People going home from get off work at noon, office workers riding electric bikes, students just finishing school at nearby elementary schools, students walking in groups of two or three, adults returning from shopping, and children holding new toys...
Even some vendors with signs selling "Lemon Chicken Feet" saw him and greeted him.
"Would you like some chicken feet?"
Jie Fangcheng walked forward and looked down into the vendor's pot.
Under the orange-yellow lemon slices were the cleaned chicken feet, and there was nothing wrong with them.
Everything around him seemed normal, as if he had returned to his own little world.
Jie Fangcheng seemed to be thinking about something.
Seeing him staring at the chicken feet in a daze, the vendor simply took a box, put a chicken foot in it and handed it to him.
Jie Fangcheng looked up.
The vendor smiled kindly and said, "Take it and eat it. Everyone has hard times."
Although Jie Fangcheng demolished the hotel so boldly, his body and hair were covered with dirt. Manager Jie, who always had a cleanliness freak, shook for a long time outside the hotel like a drowned golden retriever before getting rid of all the dust in his hair. However, the dust stuck on his clothes was really hard to pat off, and he couldn't pat his back either, so he looked very miserable and embarrassed.
Jie Fangcheng didn't hesitate and thanked after taking the chicken feet. He looked around while holding the chicken feet.
Based on previous experience, we should be able to see Professor Zhang in this copy, right?
In this copy, Xinxin’s home is obviously more important. Maybe he is here?
Just as Jie Fangcheng was thinking about this question, holding the chicken feet through the plastic bag and wanting to put them in his mouth to taste them, the scene in front of him changed again like a water curtain.
The people who had just appeared in Xinxin’s home disappeared, and the entire community once again turned into a silent ghost town.
? ? What happened?
Jie Fangcheng was thinking, but the chicken claw in his hand was still there, so Jie Fangcheng put the chicken claw into his mouth while thinking.
Before he even put it in his mouth, Xie Fangcheng smelled an unpleasant smell of rotten chicken.
Jie Fangcheng quickly withdrew his hand.
In his hands, the chicken feet that originally looked white and tender had not only changed color, but also emitted an unpleasant smell, as if they had been left for four or five days.
Jie Fangcheng smelled the sour, salty and rotten smell and quickly put the chicken leg back into the box and covered it to isolate it from the toxic gas pollution.
But what is going on?
——"What's going on!"
In the hotel near Bus Stop No. 1, almost all nine people were injured.
Just now, everyone finally arrived at the hotel near Bus Stop No. 1.
The hotel was empty, there wasn't even any sign of a fight, and the floor was clean. It was hard to imagine that a horrific scene of ghosts dismembering and eating a person had just taken place here.
This kind of "ordinariness" still makes players relax a little psychologically.
After arriving, Zhu Ping went straight to the front desk and saw the intact phone.
Is this the number 4444444? Was it after He Mingguang answered this phone call that those ghosts were brought out?
Zhu Ping raised her head and glanced around.
Most of the players' attention was on her, and when they saw her expression, they immediately understood what she wanted to do.
"Prepare--"
After Zhu Ping gave a warning, she immediately and decisively picked up the phone.
Almost at the moment she picked up the phone, a cold wind seemed to blow around her.
Zhu Ping put the receiver aside without hanging up, and looked around vigilantly.
Soon, overlapping ghost shadows appeared in the corridor, and a faint smell of blood appeared along with these ghosts.
"Damn! So many!!" a player cursed in horror.
Zhu Ping also wanted to curse.
Just from what she heard on the phone, she could tell there were probably a lot of ghosts here.
But she didn't expect there would be so many! There seemed to be an endless stream of ghosts in the corridor, one after another, slowly walking into the living room.
Can this be defended? ?
Zhu Ping was already doubting whether her judgment was wrong.
With so many ghosts in front of them, it would be useless for all the players to stay here, right?
Seeing the ghost getting closer, Zhu Ping gritted his teeth.
“Try it first!”
After saying that, half of her body turned into scales and she rushed towards a ghost.
Soon, Zhu Ping felt a little relaxed.
"The ghost's strength is not very strong!"
As the players fought each other, they discovered that these ghosts were at most at the level of ordinary combat NPCs in the second-level dungeon, and it was indeed not difficult to defeat them individually.
But there are too many.
After hitting two or three people, Zhu Ping was not careful and got a deep cut on her shoulder that was so deep that the bone was visible.
She groaned and saw from the corner of her eye that two more ghostly figures were walking towards her.
The other players were also struggling to hold on, so Zhu Ping quickly rushed back to the front desk and hung up the phone.
Almost at the moment of hanging up, the overlapping ghost shadows in front of him disappeared.
Zhu Ping felt relieved at that moment.
It seems that with this phone, the people guarding here can just wait until danger comes and hang up the phone directly. Wouldn't that make them safe immediately?
Just as he was thinking this, the phone in his hand suddenly rang.
Ring, ring, ring——
Ring, ring, ring————
what happened???
Zhu Ping's heart was pounding.
The players are all here, and the whole city is dead, so how can anyone call this number under these circumstances... Wait! They're not all here.
Zhu Ping was silent for a moment before answering the phone.
Jie Fangcheng's voice came from the other end of the phone, and his nonchalant voice made people feel itchy.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
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