Chapter 93 Night Market Street (XV)
Gao Zhanyuan was teleported back to the stone table, which scared Zhang Huawei.
Zhang Huawei looked at him and said nothing. He choked several times, turned around and prepared to run to the kebab shop again.
The next second, he stopped and pointed to the side and asked in astonishment: "What is he doing?"
The place he was pointing at was Shen Leng - Shen Leng who was sitting in the crystal machine.
Shen Leng opened his mouth to speak to him, but because of the layer of crystal between them, his voice became muffled and unclear.
Shen Leng probably knew that this kind of conversation was a bit tiring, so he simply waved his hand to indicate that he was fine and would be downstairs soon.
Zhang Huawei said uncomfortably: "He just said he was very tired and wanted to see if this machine could help him recover. It seems to have some effect. Don't worry, he won't stay for long."
Gao Zhanyuan was somewhat doubtful, but he had no time to think about it because he had to hurry to get out of the kebab shop. He could only remind him, "Then... don't let him stay too long!"
“I know.”
After Gao Zhanyuan ran away, the stone table became quiet again.
Shen Leng sat in the warm bed to rest, while Zhang Huawei continued to study the letter from home.
Then, after an unknown amount of time...he suddenly heard a noise coming from afar.
When they looked up, they saw several monsters in uniforms holding Gao Zhanyuan and walking towards them.
Gao Zhanyuan struggled and shouted, "I didn't make a false report. There is something wrong with that store. If you wait any longer, their cigarettes will be poured into it... Why did you come so quickly? Damn it!"
The monsters grabbed him mercilessly like a chicken, with no intention of letting go, and seemed unwilling to listen to his explanation.
Gao Zhanyuan met Zhang Huawei's gaze from afar and shouted at the top of his voice: "Tell the players in the night market to teleport me, quickly!"
Two minutes later, Gao Zhanyuan fell back to the stone table.
This time Zhang Huawei couldn't help but ask: "...Are you okay?"
"It's okay!" Gao Zhanyuan wiped his face and gritted his teeth, "Damn it, as long as I seize the right opportunity to report that store, it will definitely work. Let's go!"
He was full of energy and challenged the kebab shop for the third time.
*
Clay pot fish head shop.
Just like last time, Mu Yu’s perspective changed the moment the monster boss opened the lid of the pot.
He appeared in a boiling casserole, and in front of him was a monster with his body but a fish head.
The pot was boiling with heat and if you weren't careful you would be knocked underwater by the tofu cubes that hit you.
Mu Yu was in pain from the burns, but he didn't care and shouted, "I want to try it! I want to try it! I want to try it!"
He shouted several times, and the fish-headed man slowly opened his mouth: "...eat...try it..."
It stood up straight, held its head high, and said in a shrill voice: "I want to try it, boss!!"
The purple monster said generously: "Okay, the fish head should not be ready yet, you can try other side dishes, here, take the chopsticks."
The fish-headed man took the chopsticks and said sharply, "Thank you, boss!"
Mu Yu's lower body had lost all feeling, and most of the skin on his face had changed color. He endured the pain and waved his arms desperately to make sure he could stay afloat.
His heart beat fast as he looked at the pair of chopsticks reaching towards the casserole.
[With the permission of the store manager, diners can taste the food. ]
If you think about it carefully, this rule stipulates the subject "diners", so diners should refer to players, right?
Only players can taste the food - so when the fish-head monster picks up the side dish and puts it into his mouth, will their identities be swapped at the moment the "tasting" occurs?
Is this how this rule would work?
Mu Yu breathed rapidly, raised his arms to block the tofu cubes that were hitting him, and clenched his teeth to endure the severe pain of the soup splashing on his face.
He felt that his guess should be correct, and everything depended on the moment of verification...
The next second, he suddenly flew into the air.
Mu Yu was stunned.
He was steaming all over and rising rapidly.
Mu Yu looked down and saw a pair of chopsticks were clamped on his waist.
When he raised his head again, he met the fish-headed man's dull eyes which were so close to him.
Mu Yu was shocked.
——The chosen side dish was him? ?
etc……
It doesn’t seem like there’s anything surprising about this… If you calm down and think about it, this is the most likely development, isn’t it?
Anyway, the logic of the rules remains unchanged... Even if he is the chosen side dish, as long as his guess is correct, their identities should be swapped the moment he enters the fish-headed man's mouth.
In fact, because he was chosen, at this moment he was more certain that the fourth rule of Garbage Street could be applied to this store...
Mu Yu quickly calmed down.
...However, the closer he got to that mouth, the more uneasy he felt.
His heartbeat started to speed up and he felt waves of palpitations. Somehow, he had a premonition telling him that something was wrong.
His guess was right, but also wrong.
Something crucial went wrong.
The fish-headed man slowly opened his mouth.
This mouth is like an abyss, dark and bottomless, making one's scalp tingle.
Mu Yu was held by chopsticks, moving closer and closer to the darkness, his hair standing on end like crazy.
An idea suddenly popped into his mind.
...Only diners can taste the food. Granted, he thinks he is the diner, but what if the copy doesn't agree at all... ?
If for the copy, the identities of him and the fish-headed man are both uncertain at this moment, only through the subsequent "tasting" behavior can they determine which one is the diner and which one is the food?
...Then once he is eaten by the fish-headed man, won’t he be confirmed as “food”?
Mu Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.
At this moment, the fish-headed man suddenly accelerated and stuffed him into his mouth - it seemed to sense Mu Yu's thoughts, and it knew that Mu Yu had thought of it!
Mu Yu stretched out his hands like lightning and grabbed the fish-headed man's thick upper lip!
The fish-headed man tilted his head back, as if trying to get rid of Mu Yu's hands, but Mu Yu clenched his teeth, veins bulging, and suddenly struggled to free himself from the tightening chopsticks!
He used both arms to pull up his entire upper body. The next second, he opened his mouth and took a fierce bite at the fish head.
In an instant, the fish-headed man froze.
Mu Yu panted and raised his eyes.
One man and one monster, staring at each other quietly, time froze.
[Whoever eats the other first is the eater - this is the real way to apply the rule! ]
Mu Yu's heart was beating wildly.
——
When he regained consciousness, Mu Yu's perspective had returned to the entrance of the clay pot fish head shop.
He was standing there while the purple monster was busy behind the stove.
He was holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, with a piece of fish in between the chopsticks.
The boss looked up and said, "Hey, didn't you say the fish head isn't cooked yet? Why are you still eating the fish meat?"
…Mu Yu stuffed the fish into his mouth and said calmly, “It’s OK, it’s cooked and very delicious.”
After swallowing the fish, he quickly turned around and climbed onto the hot bed, took out a knife from inside, and carved the words "Fish head eaten".
The feeling of impending death was rapidly fading, and his eyesight was gradually recovering...even surpassing his previous eyesight, and was constantly climbing to incredible heights.
Everything around him sharpened in his eyes.
The delicate patterns on the dinner knife were clearly visible. Bright red blood was oozing out from under the skin of his arm, condensing into blood beads. The dust floating in the air flickered slightly in the light.
When Mu Yu looked around, the whole world was becoming colorful and brilliant.
He slowly relaxed his body. It was a rare feeling that he felt relaxed and happy in the dungeon.
Although the copy game is sinister, bloody and dark, it is undeniable that this magical experience can only be obtained in the copy.
...Of course, no matter how wonderful it is, you can't get addicted to it.
Mu Yu turned to the purple monster and said, "Boss, I'm going to leave for a while and come back later."
"Okay, go ahead."
Mu Yu turned around and walked forward, his eyes behind the lenses observing the surroundings calmly.
From the beginning of the dungeon until now, he hasn't had a chance to take a good look at this garbage street with his "normal eyes".
Just as Gao Zhanyuan said, the whole street was shrouded in fog.
If you look closely at the mists, you will find that they are indeed different from the mists that have appeared in past copies - in the gaps between the surges, they will vaguely reveal the scene outside.
There are roads and tall buildings, but no people.
The dark city outside lay quietly dormant in the night, seemingly just waiting for the twelve players to step in.
Mu Yu observed quietly for a while, then turned his head and looked to his left.
Five seconds later, he stopped.
The fog on the left seems to be a little different from the fog on the right...
There doesn't seem to be any buildings behind the fog on the left...?
...Did Gao Zhanyuan and Shen Leng not notice this at all before?
Mu Yu became suspicious and turned around, just as he was about to get closer to observe, when he suddenly heard Zhang Huawei's voice not far behind him.
“Hey… stop…!”
"Hello……"
Mu Yu turned his head and saw a scene that shocked him.
Shen Leng was sitting in a hot bed, and the crystal coffin was carrying him and rolling rapidly all the way to the west entrance of Garbage Street.
Zhang Huawei ran behind the crystal coffin, panting and almost unable to shout!
"Shen Leng! Damn it, you're crazy... Huh, stop it now!"
Pedestrians avoided them along the way, still talking and laughing, and no one paid attention to this strange scene.
Mu Yu frowned and rushed over.
He rushed to the front of the crystal coffin, but the next second the crystal coffin bypassed him and continued to move forward.
Mu Yu had no choice but to follow the side of the crystal coffin and knock on the door: "Shen Leng, what are you doing?!"
Shen Leng sat there, and from his eyes he seemed to still maintain his self-awareness.
He opened his mouth, his voice sounding muffled because of a barrier: "...This machine can plan a route for us! Its current route only shows the west exit. I feel that as long as it moves there, it will also plan the route outside!"
He held up a small display screen connected to the hotbed host and showed it to Mu Yu.
The small display screen did show a map that covered Garbage Street and the surrounding area, with a thin green line floating on it.
Shen Leng said excitedly: "This machine may be able to directly tell us the location of the monster generator. I will come down when that happens!"
Mu Yu only glanced at the route and said in a deep voice: "Come down now!"
Shen was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why..."
"This machine can't be trusted, get down now!"
"But I'm not brainwashed. I'm still rational. I just want to try..."
Mu Yu: "If you still have your sanity, why don't you come down now?!"
Shen Leng became even more rigid.
He bit his lip and said, "...I'm fine up here, why should I come down?...I finally get to help you, I'm willing to take the risk, why do you have to stop me?"
Mu Yu: "Do you really think the copy will tell you the location of the monster generator for nothing?"
Shen Leng's face turned red. "Why not? I know you mean that once I get all the routes, I might not be able to get down, but how can I know without trying? I am willing to try now. At worst, I get the routes and you guys make the copies. What's the disadvantage for you? Why not?!"
"He, he has been completely brainwashed. This machine, damn..." Zhang Huawei followed behind desperately, cursing.
Mu Yu was trying very hard to keep up with the machine, and he was extremely anxious.
He put his hand on the glass door and shouted, "Shen Leng, we need to leave the dungeon together! We need to do everything we can to ensure that everyone can leave the dungeon! We don't want to sacrifice any member so that the others can leave here easily!"
"There may be sacrifices in this process, but that will only happen when he or she has done his or her best. It will only happen when everyone has done their best but still can't do anything! No one wants to see it happen, but since it cannot be stopped, it is something that can only be accepted - not like this now, do you understand?!"
Shen Leng looked at Mu Yu, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Shen Leng, I know you want to help us and you are upset, but the dungeon selection is random. The selected player may not be good at facing the levels in the dungeon. This is normal and does not mean that the person has no value!"
"Don't limit yourself to the world that the copy has given you. Think about what you can do and what you want to do after you leave here!"
Shen Leng choked up and said, "I want to eat skewers, I want to eat spicy hot pot, I want to watch a movie, I haven't finished watching several movies on the list..."
"Then try your best to leave here alive. After you leave here, you can do whatever you want!"
"But death is so scary, Muyu."
Mu Yu's words seemed to be cut off in his throat in an instant.
The crystal machine was sparkling, carrying a boy all the way forward and trapping him inside.
He was lying on his stomach behind the door, looking at Mu Yu, and said with red eyes: "Even if you figured out how to crack every store, we can only barely "survive" by this method, and we still have to go through the pain all over again."
"The longer you want to give the player who corresponds to Night Market Street, the more difficult the levels you will face, and the more pain you will experience... I know that for many of you, this kind of pain can be overcome by just enduring it... But I'm really scared. I still feel scared after experiencing it once. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
"Even if I leave this instance, there will be another instance. Will this thing really stop one day? Even if it does, how long will it take for it to stop? I feel so hopeless just thinking about it."
"I'm sorry, I'm such a coward, but I can't change. I also want to be braver, but I really can't change."
Mu Yu opened his mouth.
"Shen Leng..."
His voice became hoarse and was easily torn apart by the night wind.
Gao Zhanyuan caught up with him without knowing when.
He successfully solved the problem of the kebab shop by reporting it, and just as he came to the street, he saw the commotion here.
He shouted in shock: "He can't come down?"
The three men tried hard to stop the machine, they even held it together to prevent it from moving.
However, nothing could be done if Shen Leng did not open the door.
The machine, with its cold body, constantly tried to break free from their restraints.
There will always be times when people run out of energy.
First it was Zhang Huawei, who was knocked to the ground.
Next came Mu Yu, his sweaty palms no longer able to stop the glass machine from slipping from his hands.
Finally, it was Gao Zhanyuan who stretched out his arms to embrace it, but gradually he could no longer stop its forward momentum...
Finally, Shen Leng, sitting in the machine, with tears still in his eyes, said to them calmly: "It's really comfortable in here, you can try it too."
The crystal coffin continued to move forward in the night, and it merged into the fog.
The three of them were panting.
Zhang Huawei sat on the ground, tilted his head back and closed his eyes.
Gao Zhanyuan grabbed his hair and cursed under his breath.
Mu Yu supported his knees with his hands, stared at the fog in front of him for a while, and lowered his head.
...Sweat slowly slid down his cheeks.
It dripped down, leaving a tiny dark spot on the ground.
Mu Yu stared at the dark spot, listening to his own heartbeat and breathing, and felt that each of these two sounds was extremely heavy.
He couldn't lift his limbs or his head, and he felt like he was about to be sucked in and buried by the dark earth.
"...Brother Yu." Gao Zhanyuan called him in a low voice.
Mu Yu breathed in and out forcefully...back and forth several times.
He pushed his knees hard to straighten himself up, then turned sideways.
Three crystal machines were standing quietly behind them.
He walked towards his own stage.
"Brother Yu!"
Mu Yu said nothing, opened the glass door, took out a table knife from inside, came down and stretched out his arm to carve the words.
[Shen was taken away by Wenchuang, is Yang okay? Yes 3 seconds, No 5 seconds]
Mu Yu stared at the line of blood words, his chest heaving.
His grip tightened.
Five seconds later, he was still standing there.
There was no feedback from the other end of the night market.
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