Chapter 1 He Killed Someone
He killed someone.
The man looked exactly like him, with the same eyebrows, the same eyes, and the same lips.
There was also the swollen body that was so white and disgusting from being soaked in formalin.
The body was lying on the side of the table where he had placed the dinner plates, just a meter away from him.
He was not punished, he was not blamed, he was not shunned.
In the live broadcast room, there were bursts of enthusiastic encouragement and praise.
In the silent underground restaurant, he lowered his head and laughed.
Swallow the last piece of scarlet flesh stuck in your throat.
——I am a good person.
He assessed himself quietly.
[Restaurant] The large screen hanging on the ceiling is still flashing——[Data is being updated, expected to be completed in one minute]
He cleared the plates, dealt with the garbage on the table, and stood in the middle of the restaurant, under the glaring incandescent light.
[Countdown 10S, data update is about to be completed, pseudo-humans will replace humans]
[10]
[9]
[8]
[7]
He gave a soft smile.
[3]
[2]
[……]
Bang--
There was a sharp sound of a human body being torn apart.
He stood there in a daze, a large stream of thick dark red blood gushing out of his throat, wetting his trembling palms and splashing into his wide-open eyes.
He looked back stiffly and slowly.
The person's peach blossom eyes curved into small crescents, and he placed his fingers on his lips and smiled at him.
[Shh. ]
"you--"
That was the last hoarse roar he could make that day.
His throat was cut.
[The pseudo-human is confirmed dead, data is being updated, and humans will be resurrected soon]
…
Li Ziyue sat lazily on the cheap plastic stool in the restaurant, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously, making a slight sound.
His peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed and he seemed dazed, but his gaze was wandering between Yang Hu on the left and the "corpse" soaked in formalin between him and Yang Hu.
The butcher's knife that had just killed the fake man was still firmly standing in Yang Hu's palm. The blood, which had not yet cooled, dripped down and fell to the ground silently.
Yang Hu stood in the other corner of the house, staring at him.
Tsk.
Li Ziyue felt a little annoyed.
Solve one problem, and there's another.
At the same time, the corpse that was originally lying on the ground, with a pale body as if it was already dead, was recovering to normal at a speed that ordinary people could hardly believe. The broken pieces of the pseudo-human body beside it were quietly absorbed into his body, and the two gradually merged into one.
But within a few breaths, the man's face became rosy, his breathing became steady, and his strength returned.
He frowned and shrank his body tremblingly on the ground, and took several steps to stand up.
"Uh, you guys..."
He looked at each other with the two people in front of him who seemed to be in a delicate and tense atmosphere.
"Sun Yuancheng, hello." Li Ziyue stretched out a hand, "Li Ziyue."
Sun Yuancheng was startled and looked at Li Ziyue warily: "How do you know my name?"
"..." Li Ziyue held his forehead, "Your system is not turned off."
"Oh...ah? System?" Sun Yuancheng was confused. He shifted his gaze slightly and was startled by the projection screen next to him that was lit with blue light.
There were a few lines of words flashing on it.
[Instance name]
Primary Pseudo-Human Game
[Primary Pseudo-Human]
After killing a human, it can copy the other person's biological information and disguise itself as a human, with a similarity of nearly 100% to the real person.
Disadvantage: Throat. Primary pseudo-humans can scream to ask for help from their companions before dying.
[Difference between fake people and real people]
① The primary pseudo-existence has obvious differences in body tissue
② Or answering common sense questions incorrectly
[Customs clearance requirements]
At 6am, when the game ends, the total number of players must be greater than the total number of pseudo-people.
【Clearance Rewards】
Guaranteed 5000 points, with a certain chance of dropping [Real World] fragments
【Kind tips】
① There are 12 players in this game. One player is randomly selected to automatically become a dummy player. That is, there are 11 players and 1 dummy player at the beginning.
② The primary pseudo-human and the player will not coexist. Killing the player will revive the pseudo-human, and killing the pseudo-human will revive the player.
③Don’t trust any “person” easily
Sun Yuancheng's brain suddenly froze, and it took him a long time to connect the scene in front of him with the infinite flow novels he had read.
"Damn it," Sun Yuancheng's brain circuits were different from those of ordinary people, "I knew that 'loving to study and reading more' would be beneficial! Fortunately, I have read infinite flow novels, so I won't be as confused as many cannon fodder supporting characters!"
He even became complacent.
The infinite flow novels I read... The infinite flow novels I read...
Sun Yuancheng recalled quickly in his mind, and closed his eyes in despair half a second later.
I would like to ask if there are any secrets that can save him from danger in "Where Does the Delicate Beauty Run: Infinite Boss Loves Me 999 Times", "Infinite Pets Favored by the Lord God", and "The Soft and Cute Baby Becomes a Copy Heartthrob by Crying"?
Li Ziyue didn't know that Sun Yuancheng's heart was already in turmoil. He was bored waiting on the side, so he simply called up the system and opened the interface of his personal live broadcast room.
Number of viewers in the live broadcast room at this time: 105
His fingertips danced on the projection screen, turning on the barrage permission for the live broadcast room.
[Brother Li, why didn't you bring your homework to the dungeon today? The derivation you did last night was finally solved using L'Hôpital]
[Big guts! Brother Li needs your guidance in mathematics? ]
[Why didn’t the anchor kill Yang Hu just now? I saw you pulling out a knife from behind.]
Li Ziyue subconsciously touched the scimitar hidden under his sleeve, pursed his lips and said nothing. As soon as he moved his eyes out of the live broadcast room, he looked up and met Yang Hu's eyes looking at him.
Yang Hu stared at him so closely that he almost hung him on the wall to admire him.
"What do you mean..." Sun Yuancheng turned off the system and his eyes jumped between the two of them.
Li Ziyue yawned sleepily: "Have you read the copy instructions?"
"To put it simply, this dungeon is about identifying the game. You need to identify which players around you are real people and which are fake people pretending to be players. Kill the fake people and save the players to pass the level."
"You are now a real player with a confirmed identity. As a fellow player, I want to protect you, but the other person whose identity is still unclear..." Li Ziyue glanced at Yang Hu, smiling, "I don't know what their intentions are towards you."
Yang Hu snorted coldly: "How do you prove that you are a player? I was the one who killed the fake person just now."
On his butcher knife, coagulated dark red blood could be vaguely seen.
Li Ziyue just looked at Yang Hu and smiled meaninglessly: "How cruel."
He turned his gaze slightly and looked at Sun Yuancheng: "There is not much difference in appearance between the fake person and the real person. Yang Hu was too decisive and ruthless when he killed someone just now. Aren't you afraid?"
Sun Yuancheng's expression froze.
"Primary pseudo-humans are [same] as players, and can only identify their teammates through death reports. However, pseudo-humans are cruel by nature. For them, it is much easier to repeatedly kill the opponent to determine whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend than to constantly test them with words. However, real players often find it difficult to cross the moral threshold of killing."
There is some truth in what Li Ziyue said, however, the originally calm live broadcast room suddenly erupted into a burst of “hahahaha” laughter.
[Brother Li is bluffing the newbies again]
[Poor Sun Yuancheng couldn't see our comments, and didn't know that he was being played around by the anchor~]
The live broadcast room is a new interactive project added to the copy. After the copy is over, the audience in the live broadcast room can reward the anchor with points, with a minimum of one point and no upper limit. Players can "get rich overnight" through the points rewarded in the live broadcast room.
There is no player who doesn't want to "get rich overnight", but how to achieve "get rich overnight" as quickly as possible - bloody violence, pornographic borderline, hatred and betrayal, cannibalism... As long as it is within the rules, the more unstable the player's mental state and the more absurd the behavior, the more likely he will win the love of the heavy-taste audience in the live broadcast room.
Yang Hu's behavior of chopping people with a knife may seem violent, but it is not uncommon in the current fast-paced era where traffic is king, and it is not worth making a fuss about.
However, even so, Yang Hu had no way to refute Li Ziyue.
If he explained to Sun Yuancheng that such behavior was not considered strange in the infinite flow copy, it would be a direct admission of his violence. Sun Yuancheng was just an ignorant newcomer and would inevitably be afraid of his behavior, so it was inevitable that he would alienate Yang Hu.
Therefore, Yang Hu could only swallow this loss in silence.
Li Ziyue curled his lips and smiled at Yang Hu, his smile was innocent and sincere, and he didn't feel at all that he had used a dirty trick.
Yang Hu's face was gloomy, and the hand holding the butcher knife gradually tightened, and terrifying blue veins appeared on his strong arm.
Although Li Ziyue's face was calm, his fingers hidden in the dark were gently rubbing the handle of the knife——
"Wait." Sun Yuancheng glanced at the two nervously, "Are you... fighting for me?"
He recalled the book he read last night, "Because I was afraid of losing, I put all my talents into beauty."
"This... is this the benefit for newbies? You start off as a good guy, and then you get led by the boss all the way..."
Sun Yuancheng lowered his eyes shyly: "Oh my God... After I publish this book, I will find someone to write a book based on me. I have already thought of the name, it's called... "The Beautiful and Stupid Baby Traveled to the Infinite World and Was Robbed and Taken Away"."
Li Ziyue: “……?”
【A newcomer against the odds】
[Brother Li, I usually tell you to read more online articles instead of focusing on doing the required exercises all day. You are not keeping up with the times, are you?]
[I am a novel writer. I will write a novel about a certain Li as the protagonist!]
Li Ziyue could no longer bear it, raised his hand and tapped Sun Yuancheng on the forehead: "You are indeed stupid, but where is your beauty? Who robbed you? Come up with something that can pass the review. We are civilized people in a civilized society. We are negotiating reasonably."
Before he could finish his words, he seemed to have noticed something and his expression suddenly tensed: "We have been gathered in this room for too long..."
As soon as the words fell.
[System prompt: Staying in the room for too long will cause the room to collapse. After the player or pseudo-person leaves the room for a period of time, the room will automatically return to normal]
“Boom—”
A dull sound could be heard faintly from below the smooth concrete floor. The originally bright incandescent light on the ceiling began to flicker. The restaurant suddenly became dim, and the greasy table top began to tremble constantly.
“Run!”
Li Ziyue grabbed Sun Yuancheng's arm and ran out the door. Yang Hu was unwilling to be left behind and followed closely.
Along the way, the ground began to crack for no reason, with some areas bulging upwards and the other side rapidly sinking downwards. Countless tables and chairs were stuck in the middle, and the hard steel was instantly swallowed by the earth and broken into two curved halves. The loud clanging noise rang in everyone's mind.
"Brother... no, brother..." Sun Yuancheng looked at Li Ziyue's blue and white school uniform, "Where... where are we going..."
"Go to the hall," Li Ziyue glanced at Yang Hu behind him and said in a louder voice, "The fake people dare not enter the hall easily, because there--"
"Ah? What..." Sun Yuancheng had only asked half of his question when Li Ziyue in front of him suddenly braked. Then a black shadow fell. He widened his eyes, stammered twice, and his knees suddenly softened. He was held by Li Ziyue and rolled into a dark aisle.
"Don't talk." Li Ziyue lowered his voice, "Something... is coming."
Sun Yuancheng was in so much pain from the beating that the tears formed in his eyes due to the physiological reaction. However, he did not look panicked when he heard Li Ziyue's words.
"Brother," Sun Yuancheng flattered calmly, "Although this is my first time in a dungeon, I have read a few infinite flow novels."
"I see you're still wearing your school uniform... Although you're young, you can navigate the dungeon with ease. You must have some magical power, right?"
"For example, if I, a cannon fodder, do anything, I will only be hung on the wall and whipped by the scary NPCs. But if you do the same thing, the NPCs will think, 'This kid's behavior is weird and scary, he must be extraordinary' and will be afraid of you and bow down to you..."
Li Ziyue looked at Sun Yuancheng with a complicated expression for a few seconds, then smiled brightly.
"Hey, I knew you were awesome, little brother..."
"No."
"ah?"
"I am just an ordinary student who scored 10 out of 150 in English."
Sun Yuancheng was shocked. It takes a lot of effort to get 10 points in English, which is mostly composed of multiple-choice questions.
Does this person have some intellectual problems?
Sun Yuancheng shrank back nervously.
Li Ziyue glanced at him and pulled him to a corner, his expression calm and pious.
"Do you have faith? If you do, ask for faith. If you don't, ask your parents to protect us so that we won't be discovered."
"Otherwise," Li Ziyue patted Sun Yuancheng on the head, "just wait quietly for death."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a heavy sound of running outside the corridor. The frequency was not high, but each sound was extremely loud, like something heavy was constantly hitting the ground. The sound was getting closer and closer, and more and more deafening. It stopped suddenly when it approached the corner. All the sounds condensed together and quietly sneaked into the gaps between the surrounding buildings.
The air was filled with the murky, damp smell of a Southern basement.
The thing seemed to have disappeared.
Only a pair of iron leather boots were left lurking and rubbing on the ground, making a rustling sound like a snake crawling on dry grass.
The next moment, the dim light in the corridor was half blocked, casting a huge black human-shaped shadow.
The long lamp hanging from the top stretched the shadow extremely long, with a thin upper body and a thick lower body. Projected on the wall, the figure was hunched over and walked slowly.
A meter-long scimitar flashed with a sharp cold light and emerged from the forehead of its shadow.
The knife is trembling, it is laughing.
[I found you]
"call out!"
There was a rapid sound of breaking through the air.
The scimitar stabbed straight towards the corner of the aisle - that was where they were hiding.
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