[The prop has taken effect]
[The subject's body will remain in a low-temperature range of cell activity for a long time, and the body's function will slow down to a dormant state close to death, thereby extending the life of the subject indefinitely (Note: If the subject overuses body functions during the use of the props, such as running, fighting, and any strenuous exercise, it is likely to cause the props to fail prematurely)]
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In front of me is a pure white room.
There are no windows, no furniture, but a square interior with equal length, width and height.
Shi Yu sat against the wall in a corner of the square room. He looked up and saw other people in the white room. There were few who were alone but many who were in groups. It was obvious that most of them had their own teams.
A rough count showed that there were nearly twenty people.
A beam of white light hung from the center of the ceiling above his head, and the light condensed into a ball, becoming a large ball of light that was fatter than the small ball of light in the player's space.
[Instance name: Train]
[Number of participants: 20 (10 of whom are advanced players and 10 are veteran players)]
Just like the Lower Nine Heavens divides new and old players into two levels: rookie and ordinary, the Upper Nine Heavens also has a level division: players who have just entered the Upper Nine Heavens for the first time through group games are titled advanced, and they can become veteran players after successfully playing the game for the first time.
The game has not seen any higher levels yet.
When the Big Light Group announced this information, many players in the room finally turned their heads and looked towards the center of the room at the same time. The twenty players seemed to be sitting together at the conference table in an irregular circle, and the faces of the people present could be easily seen.
In just a few seconds of staring at each other, Shi Yu saw several familiar faces.
The others obviously recognized him as well. They stared at each other for a while. Before anyone could speak, the large ball of light in the center continued:
[In this game, the twenty players will be randomly divided into four groups, and the players in the same group have the same identity and hole cards]
[After a player completes a task, all tasks of the players in the group to which the player belongs are considered completed]
"A group of five people? Or will one person's success bring success to the whole family?"
An unknown player in the room heard this and muttered something subconsciously. Then he received all the gazes from the people around him and quickly lowered his head to reduce his presence.
[Main Mission: Parking]
[The game ends once a player completes the task]
This is where the Daguang Group’s report came to an end. There was very little content, just a few simple sentences.
But compared to the games Shi Yu had participated in before, this was already a rare openness and transparency: at least for the first time, he knew what the mission was before the game started, and the mission information given matched the name of the dungeon.
The main task "Parking" easily reminds people of what Guangtuan said half a minute ago that the name of this game is "Train".
Since the system sets "parking" as the player's task, it is unlikely to be a goal that can be achieved by just saying a word.
So the question is: Why is it so difficult to "stop the train"? Or why doesn't the train stop?
The Great Light Group did not give the crowd much time to think, but paused for a few seconds and said directly:
[The "Train" game begins, players are about to be transferred, please wait]
[My personal live broadcast room has been opened. I wish all players a happy game]
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There are railroad tracks under the platform, extending to both sides to the junction of heaven and earth.
"Xiaoyu."
Someone called out, "Xiaoyu, wake up, get ready to get in the car."
Shi Yu opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man in a yellow vest standing in front of him.
He glanced at the other person's wrist, which was clean and had no bracelet.
Not a player.
The man looked to be over 40 years old, with messy short hair, dark complexion, and honest features. Not far from his feet was a rattan box covered with a bamboo lid.
The temperature outside rose to over 30 degrees Celsius, and the sun was shining brightly and the sky was cloudless. The other person's forehead was covered with sweat from the sun, and he warned: "The train will be arriving soon. Don't get too close later, or you will be caught in."
Shi Yu listened to this, looked up at the environment he was in, and two seconds later: "...Oh."
Normally, that sentence should be common among travelers as their train is parked on the platform about to arrive at the station, but the place where he is standing now is really special.
Because he was not standing next to the track waiting for the train, but under the eaves ten meters away from the track.
The man in front of him was wearing a plain vest and carrying a wicker box. He was squatting in the dense grass next to the railroad tracks. Above his head were branches that were big enough to trap a person. It was not difficult to understand what the other party was planning.
It is worth mentioning that in addition to them, there were nearly ten men, women, young and old huddled nearby. Most of them were dressed in dark tones, and their attire made them look travel-weary and vicissitudes of life.
Shi Yu glanced around and finally stopped at the only boy in the crowd who was wearing a baseball cap and a white T-shirt.
Not only because the other person's clothes looked the cleanest among the group, but also because he was the only one wearing a gaming bracelet besides him.
...It was even one of the familiar faces he had seen before, the male player he met in the later stage of the Gear dungeon.
Shi Yu thought for a few seconds and remembered that the boy's name was Tan Wang.
Tan Wang saw him, crawled over here under the vegetation, raised his head and silently mouthed: "Boss."
Sensing the gaze of the middle-aged man next to him, Tan Wang turned his head from looking at Shi Yu and poked his head out of the bushes to look around: "Uncle, what are we going to do?"
The middle-aged man's surname was Chen. His peers called him Lao Chen, while the younger generation called him Uncle Chen. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, and smiled, "Young man, is this your first time as a 'cargo bag'?"
Tan Wang asked humbly: "Can you teach me?"
Old Chen didn't mind being a teacher for once, and explained: "When the train comes, the cargo section will stop right next to us, and the door will open towards us. When they are busy moving the cargo, we can take the opportunity to get on, and then get off when we get to the destination."
People who sneak across the border by riding in freight cars and evade fares are nicknamed "cargo bags".
"Like this." Tan Wang responded while looking down at the bamboo basket beside him. "Uncle, what's in your basket?"
"They are all dug from the mountains, pure and natural. I plan to take them to the city to see if I can sell them for some money." Old Chen has only two sons at home, and they are not very wary of a little boy like him. He opened the lid, revealing the mountain products inside, which were still covered with fresh mud. He closed the lid, "By the way, I see you didn't bring anything out?"
Tan Wang lowered his voice and said, "I'm going to find my dad."
Old Chen was stunned: "Your father is..."
Tan Wang forced a smile: "My mom said he went to a big city many years ago and only sent money back every month. He didn't even come home for Chinese New Year. I haven't seen him since I started elementary school. But it doesn't matter. I brought his photo and wanted to see how he is doing."
Old Chen was shocked.
As a father himself, he obviously didn't expect the boy in front of him to grow up in such an environment. His voice instantly softened: "I will find it."
Tan Wang nodded vigorously, his eyes turning red.
Old Chen, who had just finished listening to a family story, felt distressed and emotional for Tan Wang. He turned around and asked casually, "Speaking of which, Xiaoyu, why did you become a 'cargo bag'? You're wearing these clothes because you just came out of the hospital, right?"
Shi Yu was still wearing the hospital gown from real life. Hearing this, he nodded: "Yes."
"What's wrong with you that requires hospitalization?"
Shi Yu: "It's a fatal disease."
Lao Chen's tone suddenly rose: "Then why are you still running around here?!"
Shi Yu said calmly: "Suicide."
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Old Chen was shocked for the second time today.
There were only about ten "cargo packages" waiting for this train. The people present met them when they were lurking beside the tracks, and they all understood each other's purpose.
Old Chen met him when he was lying in ambush by the tracks. They only exchanged names. He felt that this kid was quiet and much more lovable than the two debt collectors who always went up to the roof of their house to collect debts, so he unconsciously took better care of him. Now, from his short two sentences of less than ten words, he imagined an image of a poor little kid who was "seriously ill but didn't want to burden his family because of poverty, so he simply gave up treatment". His eyes were instantly filled with fatherly love when he looked at him.
The identity issue was finally resolved. Shi Yu withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to open his bracelet.
Twenty players were randomly divided into four groups. The identity information of each group was the same, and now his identity information had been sent by the system.
[Your identity: poor]
The system did not announce who else was in the same group, but thoughtfully added a sentence at the end:
[Players cannot peek at other people's identity information in the game, and cannot know each other's identity. The only way to know the identity of others is to actively ask and be told by others. ]
I don’t know whether it is true or not.
“Woo——”
There was a long whistle sound in the distance, and a green train that looked very modern gradually became clearer from the horizon, with thick streams of gray-white smoke billowing from the chimney at the front of the train.
It's not just the trains. The platform here is made of cement with a plastic awning overhead. Not far away there is a single-story red-roofed house of less than 100 square meters, which is probably a service station. Various small vendors push their carts in a row next to it, waiting for the passengers to get off and get some fresh air and shout.
There were more than twenty carriages, and the braking system took a lot of time to slow down. The freight carriage at the rear finally stopped not far from where everyone was hiding. There were two carriages in total.
Soon, a conductor came down from the front carriage, opened the iron locks on the doors of the last two freight cars with a key, and called on the porters who had been waiting there to put all the things up.
There were too many things and the workers were busy moving them. The conductor, probably a habitual slacker, just watched carefully for a while and then followed the passengers to a stall not far from the platform.
There are crowds of people around.
The "cargo bags" in the grass finally stood up, bent over, kept their mouths shut, and took advantage of the time when the conductor was concentrating to slip into the freight car one by one and hide in the shelter.
The goods that were transported up were piled up near the door of the carriage. The conductor finally came back, counted the things with a list, and confirmed that all the goods that needed to be moved up had been moved up. He did not go in to check, but directly closed the door, locked it, and returned to his seat just before the train was about to start.
The train started moving.
Tan Wang finally found a chance to be alone with Shi Yu. As soon as the car started moving, he moved next to him and excitedly introduced himself: "Boss, I was assigned the status of a poor person, and now I'm refreshed in the same place as you. Do we have the same status? Are we in the same group?"
Shi Yu sat behind a pile of cardboard boxes leaning against the carriage and replied a little later: "Yeah."
"The twenty players are divided into four groups, each with five people. In the poor group, there are three others besides you and me. Sister Chao and I came in as a team, and she should be in this group too, but was sent to another place."
"I took a look at the halftime before. Most of the 20 people had people around them. There were only two people left alone, including you. Another person stared at another team of three for more than five seconds. The lone person might have discussed with his teammates in advance to pretend to be unfamiliar in order to hide his strength."
Tan Wang kept paying attention to his surroundings while muttering, "Except for you, the twenty people entered the game alone. The other nineteen people are gathered in the midfield according to their positions before. There are two teams of four, three teams of two, and one team of five. In addition to me and Sister Chao, there are two other people from two teams. The remaining two members of our group should be among them. I remember their appearance and can recognize them when I see them... What's wrong?"
Shi Yu looked at him silently for a while: "Nothing."
It was surprising that he could come up with such a cover-up reason before. It was obvious that during the game of gears, there was no sign that he had such adaptability.
But what about now? Was it luck that he suddenly got it right? Or was it that he was never the real face of the other party in the gear copy?
When Tan Wang entered the game with Gu Jinzhao in the past, he was accustomed to reporting all his analysis right at the beginning of the game, from the tasks to the environment to the current situation to the participating players, just like an employee reporting his work progress to his boss.
After the group game a week ago, he was blessed with good fortune today and became the chosen one who happened to be in the same group and place as Shi Yu. Tan Wang was determined to be a pendant with the correct thigh-hugging posture: "Boss, what should we do now? Find teammates in the same group? Ask about the relevant background stories? Go to the cab and ask the conductor to stop the train? Or just go hunting and test the waters?"
Shi Yu heard the last sentence: "Hunting?"
"Boss, someone like you who has enough ability should not pay much attention to the outside world. When a player in the Upper Nine Heavens dies in the game, his body will not be refreshed regularly by the system like in the Lower Nine Heavens. The dropped items can be picked up and reused by others. On the forum, those who specifically choose to kill other players are collectively called 'hunters'."
Tan Wang wore a baseball cap and had a youthful student face. He smiled innocently and said, "Go find another group of players and start a fight."
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