Chapter 92: Xinlian Hotel (XIV)
Behind Yan Shaowen, Yu Ning and Xu Jin also noticed this scene.
Xu Jin exclaimed in shock: "How did he pull that thing off?!"
Wang Hao not only pulled off a corner of the road post, he even pinched and kneaded it in his hands, playing with it like plasticine.
He was also extremely shocked. He squatted down and touched the road post again, then quickly lay on the ground, stroked the road surface with his palm, twisted his index finger and thumb, and pulled a piece of the road off -
Yu Ning and Xu Jin were completely stunned, and Yan Shaowen narrowed his eyes.
Wang Hao murmured: "What the hell is this..."
He stood up and jumped to the side of the street lamp, touched the lamp pole, pushed it hard, and easily pushed the lamp pole to the side!
Then he ran across the street and touched the walls of other people's houses.
He raised his leg and kicked hard, leaving a deep footprint on the wall!
Wang Hao was completely shocked.
A gust of wind blew, and he stood in the dark and lonely city. The surrounding buildings enveloped him with their huge silence.
——All of this, all this huge and complex thing, actually seems to be made up of soft clay!
They are in a city of clay?!
Yan Shaowen's sleeve was pulled, he turned around, and a mobile phone was handed to him.
"Have you ever been in a dungeon before where such a large-scale city was transformed?"
Yan Shaowen raised his eyes and looked at Yu Ning who was frowning, and said calmly: "Of course not, if there was, this situation would not have happened now."
At least Wang Hao would not be separated from them without any preparation.
Yu Ning pursed her lips, put the phone back, typed another message, and handed it to him to read.
"If this isn't the usual pattern for dungeons, then I have a guess. There used to be an old man over at Night Market Street. Everyone called him Old Yang. He sold clay products that he made himself. Could this dungeon be related to him? After all, there are players over at Night Market Street, too."
Yan Shaowen's eyes moved slightly: "What else do you know about that Old Yang?"
Yu Ning thought for a moment, frowned, and typed: "He passed away a month ago. I don't know what about him is related to the dungeon. If I tell you everything, the remaining time will not be enough for the dungeon."
Yan Shaowen concentrated on thinking.
At this moment, Wang Hao outside the door seemed to have recovered from his shock. He shouted into the air: "Did you see it?"
He held up the two pieces of clay in his hands: "It's all clay. This whole city is fake, it's made of clay!"
He shouted several times to make sure that if they could hear him, they should have received his message by now, and then said: "I, I'd better go find the players at the night market first, you wait for me!"
He threw away the two things in his hands, turned around and ran towards the night market.
Yan Shaowen said to Yu Ning: "Think again about whether there was anything special that happened to Lao Yang. Tell us if you think of anything."
After saying this, he took the dinner knife from the hot bed again and passed this shocking news to the players in the night market street group.
*
Night market street.
"Clay City?!" Hong Yang was shocked when he saw the text message that appeared on Lu Chongnian's arm. "Is everything outside made of clay?"
Miao Xiang exclaimed: "Oh, now I remember, Lao Yang used to sell clay toys!"
They quickly came to Lao Yang's empty table, but -
Looking at the bare tabletop, they were stuck again.
They had already checked the table two or three times and found no clues.
Clay has never been seen before.
The entire stall was empty, except for this table, and there was only a pile of garbage behind them. However, the garbage was just garbage, and there was nothing valuable hidden in it.
Jiang Shuyue pondered: "...What is the purpose of the copy transforming the entire city outside into clay? Is it to tell us that this copy is related to Lao Yang?"
Hong Yang pointed at the table and said, "Anyway, it seems that the most important thing in the entire instance is this table!"
Jiang Shuyue: "Yes, it's just that this table is too 'clean', we can't find anything. I can't think of any connection between this table and the monster generator..."
Miao Xiang: "Hey, why did the dungeon ask us to carve words on the table at the beginning? I understand that He wanted to give us the ability to move the progress bar, but why did He have to express it in this way? It's so weird, I couldn't figure it out just now!"
Lu Zhongnian stretched out his hand and gently stroked the tabletop with his palm.
Just like the previous times he touched it, what he felt was roughness, and under his palm were scratches of varying sizes left over the past decade.
He began, "'Half of my life is spent cleaning a table'. This sentence was written by the poet Yin Di. Xi Murong once wrote a poem based on this sentence."
Everyone looked at him.
Lu Chongnian recalled it and memorized the poem slowly and steadily.
"Half of my life is spent cleaning a table
I always thought that as long as the windows are clean
Life can start again
So, keep discarding those ignored messages.
Keep tearing up those unfinished poems
Constantly sighing, constantly exclaiming in secret
It turns out that yesterday's memory is so brilliant
But they are piled up in a mess in the deepest part of the drawer
……"[Note]
The boy's voice is as cool as a clear spring.
As he chanted softly, everyone's restlessness caused by impatience and the sense of crisis of impending death in this autumn night gradually subsided, and their minds calmed down again.
Lu Chongnian recited the entire poem, paused for a moment, and then said, "Everyone may have their own ideas and deviations about how to understand this sentence or this poem, but one thing that is very clear now is that in this copy, 'tidying up the desktop' can allow us to relive our 'past'. The words we carve in different positions on the desktop represent our different 'stages of life'."
"I think 'wanting to start all over again' is at least an idea that Lao Yang once had. This idea was captured by the copy, and that's why we are facing this copy now."
"And the scratches left on this tabletop may be just like the words we were asked to carve before the game started. Perhaps they all represent 'traces left over the years that cannot be erased'——"
Lu Zhongnian placed his hands on the bare table.
"These traces represent a past that cannot be changed. A person's life cannot be reversed. This is the destined outcome for every human being, and it is also Lao Yang's final outcome."
However, it is clear that the replica has maliciously distorted this, as they discussed before.
He gave them the ability to "reverse their lives", but the result he set for them was all death, as if to prove that humans will only fail.
Everyone looked unhappy.
Lu Zhongnian's eyes turned slightly: "In short, if all this is based on my guess, then I think the most crucial clue may be in the traces left on Lao Yang's desk. These traces are the only information left on this table."
The other three people all turned their eyes to the scratches on the table.
Jiang Shuyue was confused: "But these marks...are obviously left by bumps and bruises, right?"
There are only tiny dots and lines of scratches, and it's hard to tell what they are.
"Speaking of which, I've been thinking about one thing," Hong Yang said at this time, "Are the four tables where we first carved words in that white space the same four tables we are using now?"
Miao Xiang and Jiang Shuyue were stunned.
Hong Yang frowned. "No matter how I think about it, I think it must be those four tables. Then why did the words carved on the table by the other two groups of players disappear? Why did the copy erase those words?"
Miao Xiang thought hard: "In order to... increase the difficulty for us? In order to... prevent us from discovering that there are two other groups of players in this dungeon, and their life progress bars can be pulled separately? ”
These can all be explained, but——
Hong Yang muttered, "Just for this?"
"I was just wondering, if the copy erased those words not just for this purpose, but to 'hide information' on a larger scale, then would there be traces hidden on Lao Yang's table as well?"
Miao Xiang and Jiang Shuyue were shocked.
Jiang Shuyue was instantly enlightened: "——It's possible, then we have to think about how to get rid of those hidden scratches on the table!"
Hong Yang: "Yes, I also think we can try this direction!"
The discussion finally had a direction and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Jiang Shuyue and Hong Yang immediately began to discuss how to use their table for the experiment, but Lu Zhongnian looked towards Miao Xiang and suddenly asked, "Are you okay?"
Miao Xiang was stunned.
After a few seconds, she realized that Lu Zhongnian was talking about the fact that Wang Hao's life progress bar could no longer be pulled forward.
From now on, if anything happens to Wang Hao, she will also be in trouble, and nothing can be changed.
Lu Zhongnian was concerned about her mental state.
Miao Xiang immediately shook his head and said, "I also think that someone has to go out and take a look!"
In this kind of dungeon game, they cannot be fully prepared to face everything. Someone has to go out and explore first, and someone has to be willing to take risks.
Wang Hao is willing to be that person, and she is also willing to be that person.
Everything is done to ensure that everyone can leave the dungeon smoothly!
*
At the same time, the four people in Garbage Street had no idea what the other two groups had discovered.
They are focusing on cracking the remaining two gourmet restaurants.
Zhang Huawei was depressed by the series of blows and it seemed that he could not help at all.
Shen Leng seemed very tired - this fatigue had nothing to do with the fried food shop. After Hong Yang pulled his progress bar, his ears had returned to normal.
He simply felt mentally exhausted.
It might have something to do with the excitement he had just had at the fried food shop. That excitement seemed to have drained his body, and after that, he seemed to become lazy all of a sudden.
If it weren't for this copy, he might have finished dinner and returned to school, or even taken a shower and was lying on the bed watching a movie...
Why.
Mu Yu didn't know what to say.
Before setting out to challenge the Clay Pot Fish Head Shop again, Gao Zhanyuan stopped him and asked, "Brother Yu, are you okay? How about I go to the Clay Pot Fish Head Shop instead?"
Mu Yu: “?”
This kid seems to be adapting well?
He looked the guy up and down and asked, "So do you have any idea how to fix this store?"
Gao Zhanyuan was immediately stumped by the question: "This, uh, well..."
"That's it. You don't have any ideas, but I do. What's the point?" Mu Yu said in a relaxed tone. "But as for that kebab shop, do you have any ideas on how to solve it?"
Gao Zhanyuan was relieved when he heard that Mu Yu had an idea. He stood at attention and answered loudly: "Although I don't have any idea yet, I will definitely have one after trying it once. Don't worry, Brother Yu!"
Mu Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and warned: "Be careful, don't be too careless."
After finishing the clay pot fish head shop, he decided to go over and check on this guy... Fortunately, he knew that Gao Zhanyuan only looked strong and simple-minded on the surface, but was actually very smart at critical moments.
This is also the reason why he feels at ease with this guy and Zhang Huawei in the same team - Gao Zhanyuan is capable of taking on responsibilities.
"I know, don't worry, Brother Yu," Gao Zhanyuan smiled carelessly, stroking the back of his head and blurted out, "At worst, I can die and start over again!"
When Mu Yu heard this, he subconsciously added: "What if there is no way to do it again?"
Gao Zhanyuan thought hard: "...If the player corresponding to the night market street intends to go out of the fog, he should tell me in advance, right? For example, he will inexplicably pull me back to the starting point once or something..."
So, if “something can’t be repeated”, there should be a warning before it happens… ?
Gao Zhanyuan looked at Mu Yu cautiously, not knowing whether the answer he came up with was correct.
Mu Yu's expression was a little subtle.
...He didn't know why he blurted out those words just now.
Of course he knew that if the players of the Night Market Street Group wanted to walk out of the fog, they would definitely inform them in advance... The words he just said seemed to be just a subconscious thought that suddenly popped up in his mind...
Mu Yu cleared his throat and said nonchalantly, "...Yes, that's the truth, but don't act recklessly just because you won't die, okay?"
Gao Zhanyuan immediately smiled: "I know, thank you for your concern, Brother Yu!!"
The two men acted separately.
Mu Yu rubbed his chest, unable to figure out what was going on, and temporarily put the strange feeling behind him.
…
At the end of Garbage Street, next to the stone table.
Silence returned here again.
The evening breeze blew, and the two crystal coffins stood motionless.
Shen Leng lay on the table for a while, then raised his head and said, "I'm really tired, don't you feel it?"
Zhang Huawei was still staring at the letter, muttering without even looking up: "Nonsense, of course I'm tired, I wasn't this tired even when I was taking the college entrance examination!"
He was invincible in the college entrance examination! …………Well, maybe he couldn't beat Mu Yu, a top student.
His face was filled with depression, and he was even more determined to encourage himself.
Shen Leng sighed: "...Do you think this thing can restore people's energy?"
Zhang Huawei paused and glanced to the side.
Shen Leng was looking at the crystal coffin standing aside.
Zhang Huawei's face became alert: "What are you doing, want to go up?"
"I kind of want to try it. It should be okay if I just go up for a while, right?" Shen Leng hesitated. "Just now, when Mu Yu took the knife, he went up and down several times like this and it was okay..."
"Are you so tired?"
Shen Leng sighed: "Oh, I'm really tired... There are still more than 20 minutes left. If I don't recover some energy, I'm really afraid that I will hold you back..."
After hearing this, Zhang Huawei became a little worried, but his face turned red in shame because he seemed to be the one who was holding the team back!
He turned back angrily - he was angry at himself - and studied the letter in his hand more diligently, and said without thinking: "If you want to try, then try it, but you should watch your time and don't stay too long!"
*
Clay pot fish head shop.
Mu Yu stopped at the door of the store.
As soon as the purple monster saw him, it greeted him in a very subtle tone: "Hey, you're here again, young man?"
——In the last round, the fish-headed man who replaced Mu Yu’s identity was arrested by the Market Supervision Administration, and the reason was that he made a reporting call.
Mu Yu coughed twice and said shamelessly: "...Yes, I am here again! It was all a misunderstanding just now, boss. My eyes are blurry and I thought I saw something dirty. It's all my fault. I'm sorry!"
The purple monster immediately groaned: "...I am the boss who pays the most attention to food hygiene on this street! If you think my place is not clean, then there is nothing you can eat on this whole street!"
Mu Yu smiled and said yes, yes, while thinking in his heart.
The key to cracking these food stores is still to rely on rules.
He just reviewed all the rules in his mind, and finally focused on the fourth rule that they had not touched yet.
Rule 4 of Garbage Street: Diners can sample food with the permission of the store manager.
Although I don’t know how to use this rule yet...
Mu Yu rested his fingers on his chin.
But you can try.
Give it a try.
He raised his head and said, "Boss, I'd like a casserole of fish head as usual!"
*
At the other end, there is a kebab shop.
After ordering his meal, Gao Zhanyuan was forcibly led into the store by the monster and pressed on a stool.
The monster said enthusiastically: "Of course you have to eat the skewers in the store. How can you take them away? By the time you get home, the skewers will be cold and not tasty!"
...So we have to eat here before I cook it for him, right?
Gao Zhanyuan sat upright at the dining table, looking around vigilantly.
At this moment, there were no other customers in the store except him, and the only monster was the boss.
After the boss greeted him, he walked to the oven, picked up a handful of skewers and prepared to start working.
Gao Zhanyuan's mind began to play a variety of imaginations...
One moment he imagined that the monster suddenly turned around and rushed towards him with a bunch of skewers, and the next moment he imagined that he took a bite of the skewer and died of poison...
Smoke gradually came out of the oven, and the sizzling sound and the quickly spreading aroma of meat wafted into the store.
Gao Zhanyuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and the bloody imagination in his mind gradually faded away...
This monster seemed to know a lot of people on this street, and it could chat with anyone passing by outside the store.
While chattering, it was turning the strings diligently.
The charcoal fire grew stronger and stronger, the meat fat was roasted out and dripped onto the charcoal, creating more smoke.
The wind blew into the store and thick smoke also drifted into the store.
In a blink of an eye, Gao Zhanyuan could no longer even see his surroundings clearly as he was enveloped by smoke.
He began to cough and shouted, "Boss! Cough cough cough... Boss, you are smoking too much!"
The boss didn't respond to him, only the sizzling sound became louder and louder.
The smoke was getting thicker and thicker, and Gao Zhanyuan was almost unable to breathe.
He stood up and tried to run out of the store, but after taking two steps he bumped into a wall.
——He ran in the wrong direction?!
But he was clearly running forward, and the exit was right in front of him, so how could he run in the wrong direction?
Gao Zhanyuan rushed around the store and found that no matter where he ran, he would eventually hit a wall - he was trapped here!
He was almost choked by the smoke and tripped, falling to the ground. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and coughed desperately.
I coughed until I was dizzy and dazed, I coughed until I could only exhale but not inhale, I coughed until my throat bled, I vomited blood, and spurted blood—
It was not until he vomited and coughed out a large piece of bright red meat that he suddenly froze and his whole body solidified.
A pair of feet appeared in front of him, and then a hand picked up the piece of meat he coughed out from the ground.
He raised his head, sweating profusely. Smoke was surging, and the shadowy figure of a monster stood in front of him, skewering the piece of meat on an iron skewer.
It said cheerfully:
"Oh, I said I forgot to take a bunch of lungs, luckily I found it!"
"Wait a moment, I'll roast it for you right away!"
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