Chapter 95 Night Market Street (Seventeen)
Garbage street.
After Mu Yu finished carving the words, it took a long time before he was teleported.
He confirmed with Lu Zhongnian that Lu Zhongnian and the player corresponding to the cooking academy on the night market street had not shown any signs of death for the time being, which meant that the time that the casserole fish head and grilled skewers he and Gao Zhanyuan had eaten was far from the limit.
Hong Yang was in trouble and left the night market, but was there no hope for him? Lu Zhongnian's answer was no.
Mu Yu could only temporarily suppress his anxious mood and think about their current situation.
He asked Lu Zhongnian, "Have you found any clues about the monster generator? Yes, 3 seconds; No, 5 seconds."
Five seconds later, he was teleported.
"Not yet! We don't have any here either!" Zhang Huawei grabbed his hair, his spirit about to collapse, "Do we really have to stay here? If the clues are all outside, then we don't leave ourselves any time at all!"
"Why are you in such a hurry? Brother Yu and the others have entered this dungeon so many times, don't they have more experience than you?" Gao Zhanyuan glared at him.
"Damn, Mu Yu himself said that this was their first time experiencing this kind of dungeon..."
Mu Yu interrupted them: "Don't argue yet, Zhuzhu, let's go retest the time for the casserole fish head and the grilled skewers to see how many minutes the limit is."
"OK!"
He and Gao Zhanyuan went their separate ways, and by the time they came back after finishing their meals, it was already 7:15.
Mu Yu wondered in his heart, when would the limit of the feeling of near-death come?
If the feeling of impending death has quietly reached its limit while the food is still taking effect, then if they are then teleported back to the starting point without knowing it, won’t they die instantly... ?
As he was thinking this, he and Gao Zhanyuan returned to the stone table.
Zhang Huawei sat there, his face pale and sweaty.
Mu Yu paused and asked warily, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Huawei gasped desperately: "I, I feel... like I'm almost reaching the top."
Mu Yu's pupils constricted.
The time limit for the feeling of near death has arrived.
*
Night market street.
After Hong Yang left, Miao Village became a little distracted.
Jiang Shuyue was very upset.
Hong Yang was clearly with him just now, but he didn't notice anything unusual about Hong Yang. If he had noticed it earlier, he might have been able to stop Hong Yang from getting on the machine!
Bad things always happen one after another.
First is the Miao village.
She suddenly shivered: "I, I feel a little flustered..."
Jiang Shuyue and Lu Chongnian immediately turned to look at her.
Lu Zhongnian asked: "Are you nervous? Or is your heart uncomfortable?"
"I, I don't know. I can't tell. I just suddenly felt panicky." Miao Xiang's lips turned pale. "Isn't this an influence from Garbage Street? I didn't have this reaction after the player on Garbage Street ate the food just now..."
Could it be that something happened to the culinary academy player from the Xinlian Hotel group?
Jiang Shuyue said: "No matter which side the problem is, go back and tidy up your desk first!"
"good……"
Before Miao Xiang could move, Lu Zhongnian suddenly raised his arm and said in a deep voice, "Wait, the players on Garbage Street have reached their dying limit, we can't teleport them anymore!"
Miao Xiang and Jiang Shuyue froze.
Jiang Shuyue said loudly: "Is the time limit up now? How many minutes can the food that Mu Yu and Gao Zhanyuan eat last?"
"I don't know." Lu Zhongnian put down his arm and frowned. "Among the foods with known time limits, the longest time is 10 minutes. The remaining player on their side has already eaten the food."
In other words, even if the food Mu Yu and Gao Zhanyuan ate could last longer, if they wanted to ensure that all the remaining people could leave the copy alive, they would only have 10 minutes left.
They have 10 minutes to find the monster generator and destroy it.
Miao Xiang was a little overwhelmed: "What should we do now? I don't even know where the monster generator is. Are we going to just walk out of the night market like this?"
Jiang Shuyue leaned on the table with both hands, tightly holding two bottles of colored ink.
Suddenly, he threw the colored ink onto the table with force!
The glass bottle broke and the ink splashed out instantly.
Miao Xiang was startled: "What are you doing? If you do this, you might not be able to go back..."
They can no longer touch the life progress bars of the players in Garbage Street, but they still have to take care of the players in Xinlian Hotel!
Jiang Shuyue gritted his teeth and said, "...putting the players' lives on a table and playing tricks on them..."
This was the first time he was so angry about a copy.
The past copies had brought him tension and fear, but at this moment, he only felt it was ridiculous.
Human life is miniaturized in this copy game; their struggles and choices have all become a joke.
A hotbed, what on earth is that?
Giving them the right to rewind their lives, so what?
This is not a gift of mercy at all, but a malicious play and a ruthless mockery!
Jiang Shuyue felt extremely disgusted. At this moment, he wanted to push the table aside and didn't want to accompany him any longer.
Lu Zhongnian suddenly walked forward and looked intently at the table.
"Jiang Shuyue, bring another bottle of ink!"
Jiang Shuyue was stunned: "...what?"
He followed Lu Chongnian's line of sight and was immediately startled.
Without saying a word, he quickly picked up a few bottles of ink that he and Hong Yang had just moved away from the ground, unscrewed the bottle caps in a hurry, and poured all the colorful inks into the bottle.
Miao Xiang stepped forward and asked, "What did you find?"
All the colored ink was spilled onto the right half of the table, flowing freely on the flat surface.
Under the light, they saw... the three dark characters "Zhang Huawei" gradually emerged from under the ink, as if the ink had flowed into the depression of the engraving.
Miao Xiang covered his mouth in surprise.
——Is this the lettering they left in that white space?!
This method can make these marks appear? This is a perfect coincidence!
Jiang Shuyue couldn't believe it either. He rarely lost his temper, but...
He stretched out his hand dazedly and touched the tabletop.
He still couldn't feel the mark, and the entire tabletop was still flat, but the mark did appear through the colored ink...
Lu Chongnian came in, picked up a few more bottles of colored ink from the ground, and poured all the ink under the table.
Miao Xiang asked in confusion: "Why do you want to fall here?"
Aren’t the marks for the players in the Xinlian Hotel group on the left side of the desktop?
Jiang Shuyue had regained his concentration at this point. "The marks made by the hotel group players are nothing special, but under the table, aren't you curious if there is something there? After all, it's still unknown whether the people in our group carved anything at the time."
Miao Xiang understood.
At this moment, their hearts were all beating rapidly.
Whether or not we can find the clues that the "table" carries in this copy depends on this moment...
Purple, green, pink, red, all kinds of ink mixed together to become a dark color close to black.
The dark liquid automatically flowed on the table, splitting into several thin streams, which seemed to have vitality, as if they were looking for a place to live.
Three pairs of eyes were staring at it closely.
Its branches kept flowing and flowing... Suddenly, one of the streams tilted to the side.
It merged into a dent.
It continued to fill in along this dent, and gradually, a pattern was formed——【←】
The three of them settled down.
Jiang Shuyue frowned: "An arrow?"
Lu Zhongnian thought for a second and said to them, "Take the rest of the colored ink and go to the other three tables to have a look!"
They took immediate action.
Using the same method, they found a [↑] on Hong Yang's desktop, a [←] on Miao Xiang's desktop, and a [↑] on Lu Chongnian's desktop.
"Is this guiding us to find the monster generator?" Miao Xiang was just getting excited, but instantly fell into confusion, "But how should these arrows be arranged in order? There's no indication on the table how many meters to turn, and where is the starting point? Where should we start?"
Jiang Shuyue thought carefully and said, "The order of arrangement may be based on the order of our booth numbers! Hong Yang is YS0015, you are YS0020, I am YS0029, and Lu Chongnian is YS0035!"
That is, the arrow sequence might be ↑←←↑.
Each arrow represents a few hundred meters of road. They haven't found the relevant information yet on where to start, but -
Lu Zhongnian stood up again and ran to Lao Yang's empty table!
Lu Zhongnian unscrewed the caps of the remaining bottles of ink and poured all the liquid into the center of the table!
The ink began to flow rapidly, with several thin streams spreading in all directions.
Soon, the ink flowing to the lower left side of the table first merged into an invisible dent.
It quickly filled the dents, and the dents extended into complex branches, moving forward and forward, like a flower, with petals blooming layer by layer, until a beautiful pattern was completely revealed in front of them -
The three people stood there in a daze.
This is an unexpected picture.
This is actually a sunflower.
"...How could it be a sunflower?" Jiang Shuyue's tone was incredible.
He thought it would be some text message, or at least another arrow. How could it be a confusing sunflower?
However, the ink had already flowed all over the table, and the only mark they could see was the flower, nothing else.
Lu Zhongnian stared at the table. After a few seconds, he raised his head and said, "The clues to Night Market Street may end here. I think we can temporarily regard Lao Yang's table as the starting point of this journey. As for what the sunflower represents, we may have to wait until we get out to find out."
Miao Xiang asked nervously: "So are we going out now?"
Time is running out, and the players in Garbage Street should be ready...
At this moment, a line of words appeared on Jiang Shuyue's arm.
[Send me quickly! Hotel group]
*
A few minutes ago, Xinlian Hotel.
After returning to the second floor, Yan Shaowen and Yu Ning stopped in the middle of the corridor.
The four rooms with closed doors were still around them, but their only choices were 201 and 203.
Yan Shaowen's eyes turned and he said, "201 belongs to you?"
This little curly-haired guy has entered Room 203 several times, but has never been successful. It's about time he gave up.
Unexpectedly, Yu Ning pursed his lips and shook his head.
Yan Shaowen raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"
Yu Ning nodded, then pointed to 203 and looked at Yan Shaowen, meaning - then I'll go in.
The thin boy walked towards the room without hesitation and opened the door.
Yan Shaowen put his hands in his trouser pockets and watched Yu Ning's back disappear behind the closed door thoughtfully.
He turned around and walked towards 201 opposite.
It doesn’t matter, just pray that guy can get out safely.
He swiped the room card for Room 201 in front of the sensor, pushed open the door, and the dark room greeted him. He walked in.
After clearing the level, meet up with Lu Chongnian and the others as soon as possible.
Then, get the hell out of here.
…
With a click, the door automatically closed behind him.
Yu Ning pressed the light switch on the wall, and the whole room became bright.
The world was silent, but he could feel the rhythm of his own heartbeat.
Time and again, it has accelerated silently.
From the field of vision, most of the furnishings in the room were no different from those in other rooms. The only difference was that there was a wooden cabinet opposite the bed.
That familiar wooden cabinet.
The wooden cabinet that had accompanied him and her for more than ten years.
There is a gooseneck vase on the cabinet, with a few white lilies in the vase. The lilies are in full bloom, with their petals slightly curled open, stretching to embrace the world.
Yu Ning's Adam's apple rolled.
He also remembered the time. Time was running out and he couldn't dawdle any longer.
He quickly walked to the bedside table, took out the dizziness tablets from it, and held them in his hand.
Although neither he nor the other three have successfully used this kind of pill so far, they still have to hold the bottle in their hands just in case.
Yu Ning crawled under the bed and lay down, then began to wait quietly for the ghost to appear.
——Yes, there is also a ghost in room 203.
It's a different ghost from the one in Room 202.
The shadow under the bed enveloped Yu Ning, and his palms were sweaty due to anxiety and nervousness.
He stared straight out of the bed.
As time went by, in the narrow field of vision, the cabinet was silent, standing there silently, as if accompanying him, waiting for that person to appear.
Then, she showed up.
Yu Ning saw a pair of feet.
The feet were wearing a pair of dark cotton slippers, hand-sewn cotton slippers - it would be difficult to notice if you didn't say it because they were sewn so beautifully, just like the goods displayed for sale in a store.
However, her craftsmanship has always been so exquisite. From childhood to adulthood, she has sewed countless pairs of shoes, countless pairs of gloves, as well as scarves and cotton hats for Yu Ning.
It's not winter yet, but she always puts on her thickest socks early.
The socks were pulled up to the ankles, and the dark grey house pants hung down, covering the edges of the socks.
She walked over slowly, because her legs were not very convenient, so she walked very slowly.
Yu Ning felt his heart beating faster.
He crawled forward quietly, with his head slightly out of the bed, then raised his head and looked upward through his vision blurred by the mist.
An old, bloated back.
She had gray hair and wrinkled hands, holding a kettle and filling a gooseneck vase with water.
Her head nodded slightly, and Yu Ning couldn't hear any sound, but he could recall the way she opened her mouth to speak.
[Oh, lilies look beautiful when they bloom. ]
[I will buy lilies from now on. The girl selling flowers at the market knows me now. It is cheaper to buy from her.]
[Ningning, do you like it? ]
Yu Ning felt that his grandmother could always stir up tranquility with her graceful and gentle techniques.
The ripples that spread across the lake silently transmitted the sounds of the world to him, and he welcomed them into his hands, catching the full years.
He looked at the figure in fascination, muttering to himself.
Don't turn around, grandma, don't turn around.
Let me look at you like this for a while.
Just wait a little longer and then we'll have to say goodbye again.
Time flies so fast. It's been five years, but you still look the same as before. When we meet in heaven decades later, will you still look the same as you do now?
Ningning is looking forward to it.
But Ningning will definitely live well first.
The world is silent, but the world also has sound. In the decades of life, Ningning will definitely try hard to find her own voice, just as you said, and then live out her life with that voice, which will definitely be very pleasant.
It will definitely put your mind at ease.
A sudden feeling of dizziness came over me, and double vision appeared in my vision.
Yu Ning sniffed, opened the dizziness tablets, poured out one and swallowed it.
The pill slid down my throat, tasting bitter all the way.
Soon, the dizziness and double vision disappeared.
Yu Ning paused.
...Did it work this time?
He raised his head and saw that his grandmother's back had disappeared from the vase. He quickly turned his head to the left and saw that she had already walked through the door of the room.
But Yu Ning knew that she would be back soon.
Soon, she would bring back two people from the moving company and ask them to take the cabinet and the vase away - just like when Yu Ning was nine years old, they were moving.
Yu Ning clenched the medicine in his hand, gritted his teeth, exerted force with his hands, and crawled out.
He forced himself to follow his instinct and open the first row of drawers in the cabinet. On top of a neatly folded knitted scarf, he saw a light yellow crystal lying quietly in the middle.
It exudes the light of time.
…
When leaving room 203, Yu Ning was a little dazed.
He stood quietly in the middle of the corridor for a while, and when he calmed down, he raised his arm and wiped the tears from his face, determined not to give the arrogant and domineering young master a chance to make fun of him.
Then he stared at the door of Room 201 with a suspicious look on his face.
He's finished, but the young master hasn't come out yet?
The emotion corresponding to room 201 is joy, right? It doesn't sound like a very difficult room.
Could it be that the young master has already taken the crystal and gone to the first floor?
Yu Ning ran downstairs to take a look. There was only one NPC in the lobby, and no sign of Yan Shaowen.
He went back to the second floor and waited for another four minutes, but Yan Shaowen still didn't come out.
Yu Ning's expression changed slightly, and he finally realized that Yan Shaowen might have encountered a problem.
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