Chapter 85: Garbage Street (Part 7)
What happened just now?!
Shen Leng and Gao Zhanyuan were stunned, and Mu Yu's face quickly darkened.
At this moment, the fat figure standing in front of them had a strange fish head on his neck, and Zhang Huawei - he -
The gas stove spewed out a faint blue flame and the soup in the casserole was boiling.
The fish head in the pot had disappeared, and in the bubbling bubbles, only a tiny figure as small as an ant could be seen struggling desperately inside.
Zhang Huawei was naked, and his entire body had changed color in the blink of an eye.
First it turned completely red, and then it changed into a slightly transparent color with a bit of fleshy gray - just like the color of cooked pig skin!
Every time he sank a little deeper, the discoloration of his skin became more severe.
He struggled desperately, shouting in a terrifyingly shrill voice: "Help, help...Hurry...Help...!"
Shen Leng and Gao Zhanyuan were shocked - Zhang Huawei had actually switched places with Fathead Fish! The casserole fish head restaurant he had carefully selected actually, actually -
Suddenly, the human-shaped pufferfish shouted in a shrill voice: "Boss, please give us some more side dishes!!"
Mu Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.
He stepped forward and shouted, "No, that's enough!"
The human-shaped pufferfish didn't even look at him, and just shrilly said, "No, add more! I want to eat it!! I want to eat it!!"
Its cheeks twitched wildly and its eyes rolled around.
"Okay, since you're such a sweet talker, I'll give you some!" The boss raised his hand, scooped out a handful of green vegetables from the bucket of washed vegetables nearby, and threw them all into the casserole in one go.
Suddenly, Zhang Huawei was hit by the overwhelming green vegetables and sank into the water.
Gao Zhanyuan also reacted at this time. He cursed, took a step forward, and tried to pull Zhang Huawei out of the pot with his bare hands.
A pair of chopsticks forcefully opened his hands, and when he looked up, the smiling face of the purple-red monster had turned gloomy: "Little ghost, what do you want to do?"
"You touched my food with your hand. How can I eat it?" It growled. "Do you want to waste food?!"
Gao Zhanyuan froze.
The first rule of the night market street: Food waste is strictly prohibited, and all shops will work together to maintain a good atmosphere of cherishing food.
In an instant, all the monsters in the store, whether they were helping out or slurping up the casserole, stood up and came behind the boss.
They stood in a row, looking down at them coldly from above, with a chilling aura.
Shen Leng was so frightened that he quickly tugged at Mu Yu and Gao Zhanyuan's sleeves and whispered, "Don't, don't be impulsive!"
Gao Zhanyuan cursed again and asked Mu Yu: "Brother Yu, what should we do? Can Zhang Huawei survive?"
They couldn't see him anymore!
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Huawei's head popped out from among the layers of green leafy vegetables in the casserole.
——He is still alive!
However, his hair and eyebrows had fallen out a lot, his eyeballs had become cloudy, his entire face was unrecognizable, and the voice that came out of his throat had also changed: "Save...save me..."
Mu Yu clenched his teeth and thought quickly about the current situation.
A light suddenly flashed through my mind!
[The boss has been making clay pot fish for forty years and is obsessed with the taste of clay pot fish. ]
Night Market Street Rule 3: Some store managers are overly obsessed with cooking and ingredients, and we hope you can respect and understand that. We can maintain friendly communication, and "it must be delicious" is their favorite compliment.
Mu Yu opened his mouth immediately, but hesitated.
…The monster in front of me became very excited after being praised just now.
...Can this rule really help them?
After all, nowadays even the general rules can contain fake rules.
While Mu Yu was hesitating, Zhang Huawei in the casserole remembered the rule himself.
He shouted regardless, "It must be delicious! Boss, your fish head in casserole must be delicious! Quick...quickly let me out, it must be delicious! It must be delicious! Ahhhh, it must be delicious!"
Mu Yu tensed up and looked up at his boss.
Zhang Huawei shouted loudly several times, but the boss seemed to be deaf to him. He still kept his hands on his chest and stared at Mu Yu and the others grimly.
Mu Yu's heart sank - useless? Was this rule really fake?
Or is it because Zhang Huawei has now become an "ingredient", and this monster can't hear the sound made by the "ingredient"? !
...Forget it, never mind, let’s give it a try, he will shout for Zhang Huawei again!
Mu Yu opened his mouth again.
At this moment, the humanoid pufferfish made a sound again.
"...delicious...it must be delicious...definitely..."
It stood there stupidly, and what it uttered were no longer words like "add more food or not", but unconscious murmurs.
Shen Leng was frightened by it. He grabbed Gao Zhanyuan's arm and hid behind him, trembling and asking, "What is it doing?"
“Brother Yu, what is this...?” Gao Zhanyuan was also surprised and confused.
Mu Yu reacted and immediately looked at the casserole!
In the casserole, Zhang Huawei shouted with his dying breath: "It must be delicious..."
The humanoid pufferfish murmured: "It must be delicious..."
"Boss, your fish head in casserole must be delicious..."
"tasty……"
Zhang Huawei's voice gradually weakened.
The humanoid pufferfish suddenly stood up straight, held his head high and said in a sharp voice:
"——Boss, your fish head in clay pot must be delicious!! Delicious!!"
——It was repeating Zhang Huawei's words! It seemed like their brain waves were connected!
At this moment, Mu Yu and the others held their breath and stared at the purple-red monster.
This sentence has been shouted out thoroughly, is it useful or useless? !
The purple-red monster seemed to be shocked by the shout. It put down its hands in a daze, and its aura suddenly softened.
It scratched its head, grinned, and laughed: "...You kid, there's no need to praise people so loudly! It's really embarrassing!"
"Come on, come on, since you're so sweet, uncle will give you something delicious!"
It turned around with a smile and picked up a huge duck leg from the braising pot beside it with chopsticks.
Then, as Mu Yu and the others changed their expressions and shouted at it, it threw the duck leg into the casserole.
Inside the pot, Zhang Huawei was in so much pain that he was in a trance.
He could no longer sense the cold or heat, and could hardly even hear any sound. He only vaguely felt that there seemed to be a huge shadow covering him.
...He has shouted out according to the rules, so when can he leave here?
...Can he get out of here alive?
He looked up dazedly.
In an instant, the soup splashed everywhere.
Mu Yu and the others were stunned and completely frozen.
They watched with their own eyes as the tiny Zhang Huawei was hit by a duck leg and disappeared, and their minds went blank.
The huge duck leg covered the entire casserole. For a moment, it seemed that nothing could come out from underneath it, even the bubbling bubbles disappeared.
With a click, the lid of the pot was closed.
The purple monster smiled and said, "It will be done in one minute, young man, wait a little longer."
Mu Yu and the others were completely frozen in place.
Suddenly, the humanoid pufferfish disappeared from the spot.
Mu Yu moved, rushed forward, and regardless of the monster's cold shout, he lifted the lid of the boiling casserole with his bare hands!
The whole pot was bubbling, and in the thick sauce-colored soup, under the huge duck leg, the fish head had reappeared there, and the fish eyes were staring numbly at the void.
Mu Yu turned around and ran away.
"Brother Yu!"
"Hey, where are you all going?!"
The monster stuck his head out and shouted, "Hey, where are you going? Where's that guy from before?!"
…
Mu Yu rushed back to the stone table in one breath.
A crystal coffin stood quietly beside the table, sparkling in the night.
Zhang Huawei was sitting on the ground with his back against it, his legs apart, a dark spot on his pants.
While shivering, he looked at his intact hands and feet and touched the smooth and tender skin on his body.
He raised his head and cried to them, "Fuck... I'm not dead, I'm resurrected!"
Mu Yu and the other two stopped.
They were panting, feeling both relieved and shocked.
What is going on?
*
Night market street, a few minutes ago.
Miao Xiang fell straight to the ground.
Jiang Shuyue and Hong Yang ran into her stall and quickly helped her up.
She was twitching violently, her entire body shrinking inward, shrinking like a frog.
Jiang Shuyue asked in shock: "Miao Xiang, wake up quickly, what did you touch just now?"
"I, I didn't... touch anything..." Miao Xiang's face was pale and he could hardly speak.
Jiang Shuyue and Hong Yang were stunned and puzzled.
How could it suddenly become like this without touching anything? Then how can they save her? ?
Lu Zhongnian stopped one step away.
He stared at the girl whose vitality was rapidly fading, then turned his eyes to the table full of cell phone cases.
It was obvious that several phone cases had been touched by NPCs and were now piled messily on top of the other phone cases.
He turned around, walked over, and quickly put the phone cases back in place.
——Soon, Miao Xiang took a deep breath, and his body stopped shrinking inward strangely and gradually returned to its original state.
Her chest was heaving, she was sweating all over, her eyes were staring straight ahead, but her complexion had obviously improved a lot.
Jiang Shuyue and the others shouted at her several times before she moved, supported herself on the ground with her hands, and sat up with difficulty.
She asked in a confused and hoarse voice: "What happened just now?"
Jiang Shuyue breathed a sigh of relief, and Hong Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead.
They want to ask too!
Jiang Shuyue stood up and turned his head to look.
He walked up to Lu Zhongnian and asked, "What did you do just now?"
"Clear the table."
"ah?"
Lu Zhongnian pondered and said, "The moment I tidied the table, Miao Xiang's symptoms disappeared."
Everyone was a little surprised.
——The rule of “keeping goods neatly arranged”, is it to save their lives?
Their lives are linked to these goods?
Jiang Shuyue looked suspicious: "Does this happen to us whenever the goods are in disarray? But that's not right. My table is now——"
There was a sudden rustling sound coming from his body.
This familiar voice made everyone pause and look at him.
He froze.
The next second, Jiang Shuyue staggered back a step, and his chest suddenly contracted inward!
——He showed the same symptoms as Miao Xiang!
Lu Zhongnian stepped forward and held him, his face darkening: "Hong Yang!"
Hong Yang immediately turned around and ran towards the notebook store that Jiang Shuyue was in charge of!
He stopped in front of the booth table, cleaned it up quickly, and turned back to look at them.
Jiang Shuyue's body stopped contracting, and the color returned to his face. He recovered.
However, accidents happened one after another.
Before Jiang Shuyue could say anything, Hong Yang was hit. He twitched and fell in front of Jiang Shuyue's stall.
Miao Xiang was so frightened that he jumped on the spot and immediately rushed towards Hong Yang's stall.
By the time she had tidied up Hong Yang's desk and Hong Yang had recovered, it was Lu Chongnian's turn next.
And when Lu Zhongnian recovered, Hong Yang was hit again...
It was complete chaos.
They were like running a relay race, constantly shuttling back and forth in the bustling and crowded night market streets, with you helping me and me helping you.
It was several minutes later when everything calmed down.
At that time, they all gathered in front of Hong Yang's stall.
Hong Yang was sitting on the ground, looking up and panting: "…why…why am I the only one who got hit twice?!"
"I don't know. I don't know why we became like that just now," Jiang Shuyue said in a serious tone, "It doesn't seem to be because our table became messy."
From just now until now, there has been a constant stream of pedestrians on the entire night market street, and NPCs kept stopping in front of the four of their stalls, looking at this and that, messing up their goods.
However, the death crisis only occurred in the past few minutes.
At this moment, they were all standing here fine, their respective tables were messed up by NPCs again in the blink of an eye, but they did not twitch again, and no strange sounds came from their bodies.
So, the “disruption of goods” obviously had nothing to do with the death crisis that befell them.
However, "keeping the goods clean" can save their lives at a critical moment.
The problem is clear, but——
Miao Xiang lamented and asked, "Were all the dungeons you participated in before so nonsensical?"
She was really scared just now. There was absolutely no warning.
"It's not nonsensical," Jiang Shuyue sighed, "No matter how nonsensical the killing mechanism may seem, it has its own internal logic. It's just a matter of whether the players can find it and whether they can find it in time."
"But we didn't touch anything, and we didn't do anything, but we just fell down one after another," Miao Xiang said with a bitter face, "What kind of logic is there in this?"
Lu Chongnian opened his lips and spoke in a cold voice.
"If it has nothing to do with what we did, then it has to do with what the other players just did."
When these words came out, the other three were stunned.
Jiang Shuyue thought about this sentence, his expression straightened, and he agreed: "Yes!"
"We are definitely connected to them. It is very likely that they did something somewhere else just now, which led to our nearly death here."
But it's obvious that those players definitely didn't intend to kill them or anything.
The other party might also be groping for this copy in confusion.
They must have accidentally touched something that was connected to the night market street, which triggered a series of reactions in them here.
However, problems also arise.
Everyone is disconnected at the moment. They have found a way to save their lives, but what about the other side?
Did they have the same critical situation just now?
If that's the case, if no one died, they could still say that they knew the danger of "that thing" and would definitely not touch it again, but if someone died, then the situation would be a bit serious.
There is also a more troublesome situation - perhaps nothing happened at all to another part of the players.
The mechanism they violated only caused a reaction on the Night Market Street side, but had no effect on them.
In this case, some players will be unaware and will most likely continue to trigger that mechanism.
Then they will be in a passive position in the night market.
Jiang Shuyue let out a long sigh.
This copy is really troublesome.
He said: "I was thinking, besides organizing those goods, what else can we do in the night market? Can we only wait for death to come to us and then recover by organizing the tables? Is there no other way?"
After asking the question, he himself felt that it was a bit difficult to answer.
The most critical problem is that they have too few rules at hand this time.
There are too many rules and too many traps.
But there are too few rules and clues are hard to find.
This is a dilemma.
With people coming and going all around, this small space fell into silence for a moment.
Everyone frowned and was trying hard to think.
Lu Zhongnian suddenly raised his eyes and looked diagonally in front of him - at the end of the night market street, there was a lonely and deserted empty table.
It’s Lao Yang’s booth table.
The entire night market street was bright and bustling, but only there was dark, without a trace of light.
He suddenly took a step forward and walked over.
The other three were stunned for a moment, then hurried to follow.
They came to the empty table.
Jiang Shuyue had guessed what Lu Zhongnian was thinking at this time. He didn't ask anything, but just followed him to check the table.
Hongyang and Miaoxiang also helped.
The stall was empty and the surface of the table was bare, so it wouldn't take much time to check.
Soon, Hong Yang and Miao Xiang asked, "Well, did you find anything?"
Jiang Shuyue: "No, what about you guys?"
“We haven’t…”
Lu Zhongnian straightened up, thought for a moment, and asked Hong Yang and Miao Xiang: "Do you know what Lao Yang sold here when he was alive?"
The two men were stunned and looked at each other.
Hong Yang said: "I only came here once before, and I didn't pay attention at that time."
Miao Xiang said awkwardly: "I don't remember either. I haven't been here many times before. I just heard about Lao Yang's story..."
Jiang Shuyue asked Lu Zhongnian: "Do you think the clue is at Lao Yang's stall?"
"Yes," Lu Zhongnian said slowly, "I don't think it's possible that a copy would be set up so that some players can only wait for other players to rescue them. Each group of players will definitely find their own solution on their own map."
"If there is no clue in the rules, then the clue must be somewhere else. And it may be an obvious clue."
Jiang Shuyue pondered, nodded and agreed: "This empty table is indeed a bit abrupt here..."
"But it's already here..." Hong Yang was a little unsure.
"But dungeons have always been about taking things that already exist in reality and expanding them into dungeons," Jiang Shuyue analyzed. "Anyway, this street is so small, and after looking around, only Lao Yang's table is worth studying, right?"
This is the truth.
Miao Xiang said angrily: "It's a pity that none of us know what he sold here when he was alive."
"It's also possible that it has nothing to do with what he sells," Lu Zhongnian said, "After all, our life and death has nothing to do with the types of goods we sell. It only has to do with the 'orderliness' of the goods. Or, to be more precise--"
He bent his index finger and tapped the table.
Since there is no goods on Lao Yang's table, it is obvious that there is no such issue as "order" of the goods on this table.
If the core clue of the night market street map is really on this table, then the only thing worth exploring in this stall is -
He raised his eyes and said to the other three people:
"Perhaps, everything has to do with the table."
table?
All three of them were stunned.
They could hardly keep up with Lu Zhongnian's train of thought.
What can a table do?
After Lu Chongnian finished expressing his thoughts, he lowered his head and continued to ponder.
Jiang Shuyue was beside him, racking his brains to try to keep up with his pace, while reaching out to touch Lao Yang's table.
The table is made of wood. After so many years of use, the surface of the table has already left many traces of time. Those deep and shallow scratches make it feel very rough to the touch.
Hiss, the direction Lu Chongnian is looking for might actually be correct...!
The goods are disrupted, which essentially means they are in disarray on the table.
When they clear the goods, aren't they also clearing the desks?
Jiang Shuyue's mind suddenly became active and his thoughts were opened!
...But his mood also became a little complicated.
He looked at the boy next to him with a cool temperament, and suddenly couldn't help asking: "Hey, Lu Zhongnian, what was your ranking in the college entrance examination in your province?"
Hong Yang and Miao Xiang tilted their heads together: "?"
Why did you suddenly turn to this topic?
Lu Zhongnian was also stunned and looked at Jiang Shuyue with some surprise.
Jiang Shuyue looked awkward.
He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, including Mu Yu's ranking, he also wanted to know...
Lu Zhongnian studied the expression on his face and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He lowered his eyes and continued to examine Lao Yang's table. He said calmly, "Guess?"
Jiang Shuyue: “…………”
Why are you still keeping us in suspense?
"Tell me the truth, are you one of the ones who got called?" He asked unwillingly, "You were invited to enroll by Lian University, right?"
Lu Zhongnian walked around to the other side of the table, a hint of teasing in his eyes.
Hong Yang's hands suddenly rested on the table, and his finger joints exerted slight force.
Lu Chongnian noticed this detail, raised his eyes slightly, and his smile immediately disappeared.
"Damn it, I just didn't perform well on the math test. I ate too little breakfast that day and got a stomachache. Otherwise, based on my usual grades, I would have been able to..."
As Jiang Shuyue was talking, he felt something was not right with his body.
His muscles were stiffening and his throat was tightening.
His lungs seemed unable to breathe, and his heart became sluggish and sluggish, beating slowly against his chest.
He took two deep breaths, his vision blurred, and he instinctively raised his trembling hands.
Hong Yang and Miao Xiang looked at him in disbelief.
His hands seemed to have changed color and texture.
Suddenly, a whole piece of flesh on the palm seemed to be unable to hold on, and slowly tore apart from the rest, falling down, and hitting the ground with a thud, breaking into pieces.
The cross-section of his palm where the flesh was broken did not look at all like fresh flesh.
Just traces of grayish-white flesh.
Well cooked meat.
"——Fuck." Hong Yang's face darkened and he turned around and rushed towards Jiang Shuyue's stall.
Jiang Shuyue staggered back a step.
Lu Chongnian and Miao Xiang immediately stepped forward, supporting him on the left and right, with very serious expressions.
Fortunately, Jiang Shuyue's physical condition recovered quickly.
His eyes turned from cloudy to clear, the strange texture of his skin quickly disappeared, his skin regained its former smoothness and elasticity, and the blood color came up, making him look very healthy.
But he was still shaking.
He was a little dazed, as if he had not yet recovered mentally from the shock of "his whole body just now being cooked".
"The way of death has changed," Miao Xiang whispered nervously, "What did the other group of players do?"
Lu Chongnian frowned.
Hong Yang ran back panting and asked anxiously, "Has he recovered?"
Lu Zhongnian: "Recovered."
"That's good." Hong Yang breathed a sigh of relief and cursed inwardly that this copy was too fucked up. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he stopped where he was.
He eyed them suspiciously.
"…Is this an illusion? Why do I feel like you three have all gotten a little older?"
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