Chapter 12: Father and Son Exchange of Information
The next day, Zhuci woke up to a distant ringing of bells.
He moved and nearly fell.
Normally at home he sleeps more casually, but here he sleeps very lightly.
"Are you awake?"
Mo Anan's voice sounded beside him.
Zhu Ci sat up and looked over.
Mo Anan stood beside the bed and looked at him.
"Yeah, I'm awake."
"That's good. Actually, you only slept for one or two hours. Now it's time to eat." Mo Anan said.
…
When he appeared at the table again, there were two missing people, Zhang Fang and the woman with long hair.
Xu An looked intact. Compared to other players who looked numb, bowed their heads to eat, and had tearful faces, he looked much more cheerful. When he saw Zhu Ci, he greeted him happily: "Brother Ci!"
Zhu Ci nodded and pondered for a moment.
To be honest, he was very skeptical about Xu An having such a powerful tool, but when he followed his actions before, his green reactions did not seem to be fake.
I’ll ask Xu An about the candles later.
"Congratulations." At the dinner table, Li Hang suddenly put down his chopsticks.
Zhuci responded and looked over.
"Did you see anything last night?" Li Hang asked.
【“You’re here to get information so early in the morning.”
"But the quality of this group of players is not very good. This makes the newcomer, the anchor, perform well."】
"Yes." Zhu Ci did not deceive them.
The story still has four days to go, but now they only have six people left, and one of them has already told the story once. If every storyteller becomes like Mo Anan last night, then they must change different people to tell the story, otherwise the mental energy consumption will be too great.
Li Hang looked at Zhu Ci. This newcomer looked much better than the three of them. This forced him to change his mind and include Zhu Ci in the plan.
"What is it?" he asked.
Zhu Ci said: "Let's exchange information."
He always has an indifferent expression, and his calm and composed attitude makes people subconsciously ignore his age.
"good."
Players can communicate with each other safely during meal time.
Li Hang said: "I can tell you how Zhang Fang died and how we entered a strange place."
Zhuci said: "Zhang Fang was the first one to open the door, right? There was another person as well."
His eyes swept over the people present. He saw them last night, but they probably didn't see him.
"Yes." Li Hang looked at him suspiciously, "Did you open the door?"
Zhu Ci said: "It's open."
"How could it be? How did you survive?" the young man with the earrings screamed.
"There are two ways to open the door of the room. There is a deeper world in this place. Also, what you entered yesterday was Mo Anan's dream. You should know that."
Zhuci's eyes fell on their faces, observing their expressions. After a while, he withdrew his gaze with some disappointment.
These people don’t know.
Maybe they knew that it was a dream last night, but they probably didn't know why they went in.
Li Hang narrowed his eyes, glanced at Xu An, then looked at Zhu Ci, and his expression changed.
"Not bad, then what else do you know?" He had always been wondering why last night was clearly a nightmare, but it turned out to be a complete turnaround in the end. Did Mo Anan wake up?
Zhuci omitted his own reasoning about the background, but told them what happened in his dream yesterday.
The focus of his speech was on the way of telling stories, trying to inspire his teammates to describe the plot of the storybook in another way.
However, his teammates looked at him differently. They stammered, "You got dismembered by that boss?"
Isn't it the first day that the most powerful Boss in the dungeon has been completely offended?
Are they going to have to play the game in Hell mode next?
【“No, has the host said all this?”
"Too honest, kid."
"But there's nothing wrong with the host doing this. There aren't enough people in this instance to begin with."
"I'm afraid these people saw that the anchor was useful, so they sent him out to attract attention, and finally sold the anchor."
"Last night, the host attracted all the attention, and the hatred of the monsters was all directed at the host. This kid is still a little too young."】
…
Xu An came over and said, "Brother Ci is so awesome!"
Mo Anan didn't expect that Zhu Ci did so much last night, all in her dream.
Zhuci was not proud of his slight lead in information. He had won too many first places in games and led too many teammates.
His eyes fell on the face of each player.
In fact, few of these people had confidence in him. Perhaps they all thought he was just lucky.
But Zhu Ci felt that his current luck was really bad.
"Do you have any ideas about how we're going to tell stories tonight?" Zhu Ci asked.
He threw this question to these people, which was also indirectly satisfying the psychological needs of these elderly people.
Li Hang's gaze softened a little. The players began to discuss, and Zhu Ci sat aside and listened.
Finally, they all agreed that the story needed to be told in more detail, with some restrictions, and that the story could no longer be told in a heartwarming way, and that a different approach was needed this time.
Zhu Ci tapped the table in silence, his eyes falling on the corridor, where there were many immature paintings hidden, and also... a flower bed.
When they finished their discussion, the housekeeper came again.
This time, the butler's face looked a little haggard.
"The young master said that he wants to go to the flowerbed to play today, so please keep an eye on him in the afternoon."
Go play on the flowerbed...
Xu An suddenly thought of what Zhu Ci said to him yesterday.
Don't go near the flower beds.
The other players were somewhat hesitant.
The woman in black asked, "Aren't we here to tell the young master a story?"
The housekeeper said, "You are here to accompany the young master. The young master wants to watch you perform stories on the flowerbed."
Performing a story?
In Mo Anan's dream, the flowerbed was originally the place where the young master was executed. The other three players had experienced that painful feeling and now showed great resistance.
Zhu Ci tapped the desktop and said, "It seems that the young master had a good rest last night and is in good spirits today."
The butler looked at him and said nothing.
All the players remembered the guy who got what he deserved in his dream, and it must be said that it was very satisfying.
When the butler was about to take them away, Zhu Ci suddenly asked, "Can we just wander around this manor?"
The housekeeper looked at him and said, "Of course you can, but some rooms are locked. You'd better not go there."
A locked house? This is the information revealed by the housekeeper himself.
"Who has the key?"
The housekeeper said, "It is in the hands of the owner of the manor."
Zhuci nodded.
"What did you see, Brother Ci?" Xu asked secretly.
Zhu Ci glanced at him and said, "Whatever you saw, I saw it too."
Everything he said to the housekeeper was public, and he didn't avoid anyone.
Li Hang looked at Zhu Ci for a few times. Although he had more experience than Zhu Ci, he was conservative in his actions and had followed several big guys before.
It is possible that a speech may hit the mark by accident once, but it is impossible that it will all be luck afterwards.
"If you need us to do anything, just tell us." Li Hang said to Zhu Ci.
[“Is this an indirect way of saying that you are willing to follow the host’s instructions?”
"Tsk tsk tsk, I have to say, the newcomer is probably the one who has the fastest progress in this instance right now."
"But he has too many buffs. I feel like he will get cold sooner or later."
"Everyone has reached the top of the viewing area. If he doesn't feel cool, who will? The flowerbed later may be Boss's revenge on him."】
…
In the game lobby, players who have completed the dungeon will watch other people's games here. Some guilds will have people who are specifically responsible for watching the live broadcast to discover some potential newcomers.
Generally speaking, there is a certain order in the ranking increase of the viewing area and the appearance area, but the speed of upgrading the congratulatory speech is too fast.
This is closely related to his own characteristics, and of course, it is also inseparable from the close attention of the major guilds of this game.
The sword that had been inserted in the game hall for so long was suddenly pulled out. The game did not disclose the appearance of that person, but the guild members have spontaneously singled out the live broadcast rooms of some newcomers for observation.
The congratulatory speech is the most special one among them.
He looks young and weak in appearance, but while other systems have standard mechanical voices, he breaks the rules and has a sharp virtual speech, and the name of the live broadcast room is so unlucky.
Even if Zhuci was not the one who pulled out the sword, he was still very special.
"President, this newcomer has been very calm since entering the game. He is even calmer than people who have experienced many games."
In the office of the president of Candlelight, the third-ranked guild in the game, a person was showing the live broadcast of the congratulatory speech to someone else.
The man was wearing a black top hat and a tuxedo, and his face looked like a middle-aged man.
This is the president of the Candlelight Guild, Black Hat.
Black Hat looked at the speech on the live broadcast, and his face became a little kinder.
"Pay more attention to this newcomer and provide him with some care when necessary."
Someone standing nearby asked, "President, why do we need to recruit him into the guild?"
The man in the black hat gently stroked his fingers, squinted his eyes, and looked out the window. He seemed to be a little nostalgic, and said: "His appearance reminded me of a few old friends. When I say care, I don't mean giving him special care, but helping to stop some crazy people who try to interfere with fairness."
"What does the president mean?"
A sharp light flashed in the black hat's eyes: "Just wait and see, the Desperate gang is going to go crazy again."