Chapter 20: Crime and Punishment
"Ah?" Yu Yu was stunned. "What... do you mean?"
Li Ziyue said slowly: "When you meet Yang Hu later, you can ask him what the system broadcast he and I heard in the restaurant was like when Sun Yuancheng turned into a fake person."
Yu Yu didn't understand.
"The report we heard said that Sun Yuancheng had transformed from a fake person to a real person, which is completely contrary to the facts."
"First of all, the system itself cannot broadcast an error message. This is the basic rule of the dungeon. Otherwise, the game is unplayable."
"I saw the time when the system reported this change, it was 4:29, which happened to be the last minute of the long night. Logically speaking, the system would not report the situation of fake people and real players at this time."
"However," Li Ziyue paused for two seconds, "Yang Hu and I both heard the system announcement."
"Who disguised the system and produced the broadcast? This is the first suspicious point."
"Sun Yuancheng has always been with me or you. He has never killed anyone, but if the situation gets out of control and a large number of players and pseudo-humans die, the strange numbers on the electronic screen will easily be exposed. Who is carefully maintaining all this? When a pseudo-human dies, a player is killed immediately. This is another suspicious point."
The white chalk was rubbed again, and the original raised mark became two.
Yu Yu was shocked. It seemed that there were actually 13 people in the entire game, not 12.
Li Ziyue looked at the traces and asked, "Who is this extra fake person?"
He changed the subject: "You are an old player, you should know clearly that there is a fundamental difference between primary and advanced pseudo-human copies."
"In a primary pseudo-human copy, the pseudo-human and the player cannot exist at the same time, but in a high-level pseudo-human copy, the player and the pseudo-human are two completely independent individuals."
Yu Yu was stunned: "You mean..."
He shook his head in disbelief: "This is impossible... Even a high-level pseudo-human cannot travel through the world..."
"Nothing is impossible. You should have been prepared when this primary pseudo-human copy showed abnormalities."
"If you really have no idea, you can ask Yang Hu. He should know," Li Ziyue curled the corners of his lips, "the fake person he met before had a face that looked like one of us."
In fact, there was one thing Li Ziyue didn’t make clear - the fake person deliberately controlled the total number to “12” in order to prevent the extra self from being exposed, but why was the number displayed on the electronic screen at the end of the first night “13”?
Wouldn't this make all his previous and subsequent disguises useless?
However, Li Ziyue already knew the answer without having to look it up.
Deliberately exposing "13" was a provocation to Li Ziyue, and then maintaining "12" steadily was to show Li Ziyue that it was easy for him to control the situation in the copy.
Such behavior is full of arrogance and...childishness.
There is no difference between Li Ziyue's style and that of six years ago.
…
A burst of questions broke out in the live broadcast room.
[What does it mean? Who are the extra fake people? I still don’t understand. Is there any big guy who can explain it to me? ]
[I can tell from the first glance that you are new here. Just check what happened six years ago and you will know.]
[Don’t think the anchor is well-behaved now, he used to be cool and cool~]
[Tsk, a wise man doesn’t brag about his past achievements. What’s so good about the past? If I were in this mess now, I’d be embarrassed to even mention it.]
[Stop arguing, why get angry when watching a live broadcast]
Although there were some unexpected events in this copy, Li Ziyue performed normally and gained a group of stable points from old viewers and scattered points from new viewers. In addition to maintaining his normal life in the virtual world, he could also exchange for a few exercise books.
good.
He opened the system and was about to exit the copy when Zhang Lian walked over.
Zhang Lian lowered his eyes and said in a calm voice: "The live broadcast room with the most reward points from viewers this time is Sun Yuancheng's live broadcast room."
Li Ziyue just nodded without saying anything, and didn't seem surprised.
Zhang Lian paused. "In fact, you could have revealed him earlier. You didn't have to wait until the end. The tighter the time is at the end, the more the audience will focus. When they see a reversal, they will be more shocked and will not hesitate to reward him with a large amount of points."
"After the dungeon is over, you two will be strangers and will most likely never meet again. There is absolutely no need for you to help him like this."
His speech speed was getting faster, and his originally calm emotions were also a little turbulent: "Is it because he called you..."
Li Ziyue suddenly raised his eyes to look at Zhang Lian, stretched out his hand, interrupted him, and said something completely irrelevant: "Do you have any extra masks that you gave me earlier?"
Zhang Lian didn't understand why, but still gave him an unopened mask.
Unexpectedly, Li Ziyue put the mask directly on Zhang Lian's face. He said seriously: "You can't speak if your mouth is covered."
Zhang Lian was stunned for two seconds, and the small piece of his earlobe that was touched by Li Ziyue's slightly cool fingers turned red unconsciously.
He blinked, his eyes narrowed, and was about to speak, but heard Li Ziyue continue to be unreasonable.
"You can't laugh either."
"Don't even blink."
Zhang Lian tilted his head: "It's really difficult for me."
"You are not allowed to tilt your head either."
Li Ziyue is not short, he is about 1.8 meters tall without shoes, but he is still half a head shorter than Zhang Lian.
I think it’s because Zhang Lian also drank milk on time in the copy.
Li Ziyue felt an inexplicable heat rising in his head, disturbing his thoughts. At this juncture, he didn't know why he started to worry about the fact that he was shorter than Zhang Lian.
Zhang Lian lowered his eyes and watched the tips of Li Ziyue's fair ears gradually turn a barely noticeable pink. The depression that had been pent up in his heart was instantly swept away.
However, he did not intend to let Li Ziyue go.
Li Ziyue felt the corner of his shirt being pulled. He turned his head and saw Zhang Lian looking at him seriously.
The white mask barely covered the lower half of his face, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes with a faint smile.
His eyelashes were long and thick, and they trembled slightly with the rhythm of his breathing, like a light and nimble butterfly. His slender fingers gently pinched the corner of Li Ziyue's clothes, as if he had something to say.
Li Ziyue stood there in a daze, hearing a slightly panicked heartbeat next to his ear.
His mind was rarely blank, and he seemed to understand what Zhang Lian meant.
However, the two looked at each other for a long time. Finally, Zhang Lian's expression changed slightly, and his mood became inexplicably low: "...Nothing."
Li Ziyue frowned and continued to stare at Zhang Lian, but saw him turn around and leave without any reluctance.
What is this doing.
Li Ziyue stood where he was.
baffling.
…
Li Ziyue leaned against the window. It was late summer and early autumn, and the evening was still hot and humid. The tiles on the side of the classroom were cool, just enough for him to catch his breath.
The tip of the black gel pen slowly moved across the yellowed paper. He yawned lazily and chewed the bread he had bought from the supermarket.
A few students huddled in a corner of the classroom, eating instant noodles. A few slumped over their desks, pretending to sleep, but actually secretly reaching into the desk below to play with their phones. Many more were crowded in the hot and smelly cafeteria, with sweat dripping from the corners of their greasy mouths.
The air conditioner in the classroom was muted. The cold air blew across his back. The aroma of wheat bread filled his mouth. Li Zi became more and more depressed. He was calculating the test questions in his hands, but his mind was wandering somewhere else.
If he hadn't accumulated enough points to hand in in the copy, what he would be eating now would not be bread, but hay on the ground.
He knew better than anyone how hard the harmony before him was to come by.
Just as he was feeling sad, his deskmate Wang Zipeng slipped in from the back door, bowed solemnly to Li Ziyue, and then said mysteriously: "Your Majesty, the assassin reported that a new transfer student with a beautiful appearance has landed in the principal's office, attracting many female comrades to watch, which really makes us envious and jealous."
"What nonsense are you talking about," Li Ziyue said without looking up, "There are so many transfer students, is this surprising?"
"No," Wang Zipeng said seriously, "I have carefully observed that several of the female comrades who were watching had submitted love applications to you before, but now they have betrayed you. Human hearts are really unpredictable!"
Li Ziyue: “…”
Wang Zipeng felt that the previous paragraph was not lethal enough, and quickly added, "The above is not surprising. What is surprising is that this transfer student actually has the same academic level as you, the king."
"What?" Li Ziyue replied, "He also got 10 points in English?"
Wang Zipeng, who originally wanted to flatter, said: "..."
"No, this transfer student is just as good at math, physics and chemistry as you are. He is even better in Chinese and English. His total score on the entrance exam is over 700. He has been treated as a mascot by the principal."
"Oh," Li Ziyue nodded, "I understand what you mean. You are mocking my Chinese and English, right?"
Wang Zipeng, who originally wanted to flatter, said again: "..."
Every time he submitted points, there was a certain probability of welcoming a transfer student, which was equivalent to increasing the population of his virtual world. This was not uncommon, and occasionally being lucky enough to have a genius transfer student was not a strange thing. Li Ziyue didn't take it to heart.
After the evening self-study, Li Ziyue put away the homework that was due tomorrow, walked out of the school gate, and turned into a small path.
After a few days of rest, it’s time to go to the dungeon to continue accumulating points.
In a trance, he caught a glimpse of a white shadow flashing in front of him. Li Ziyue was startled. In that direction...
He slowed down his pace, pretending to be a completely unaware passerby and walked over there, his eyes moving around without leaving a trace.
There is nothing else unusual.
Did I see it wrong?
It shouldn't be possible.
He temporarily suppressed the weirdness in his heart and went in through a side door.
[Player Li Ziyue, please choose your favorite copy]
Li Ziyue glanced at the blue-glowing screen, pondered for a moment, and his finger finally stopped at the top of the copy of "The Suicidal Farmer".
There is only one special copy in the infinite stream copy - the weather series copy.
There are six types of weather in this series of copies - wind, rain, thunder, snow, clear and fog.
The dungeon randomly selects and combines these six types of weather. After players pass the level, in addition to gaining points and the probability of obtaining real-world fragments, there is also a very low probability of obtaining one of the supernatural powers based on the six major weather types.
Controlled wind, rain, thunder, snow, clearing up, and fog.
Any of these six superpowers will bring significant improvement to the player, so some people focus on clearing the weather series dungeons until they find a superpower.
"The Suicidal Peasant" is one of the weather series copies, in which there are only two kinds of weather: sunny and rainy. In other words, drought and flood.
Its difficulty is one level higher than the primary pseudo-human copy. After all, the primary pseudo-human copy does not want to kill the players, but this copy is different.
The slightest mistake could lead directly to death.
Li Ziyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her finger touched the "OK" button on the screen.
The next moment, he felt the world spinning. Before he could regain consciousness, a strong and nauseating smell of blood hit his nose and forced its way into his body.
Li Ziyue couldn't help frowning.
His eyes felt particularly stinging, and his head felt dizzy and hot, as if it was filled with countless distracting thoughts. Unable to bear it, he took a few steps back and leaned against the cold wall. After a few seconds, he reluctantly opened his eyes, but could only see darkness all around him.
There was a rumble of thunder overhead and heavy rain was pouring down.
The only light came from the window behind me, and occasionally a flash of lightning would illuminate a small section of the ground.
Blinding red.
Then, a bright flame suddenly burst into flames, and the orange candlelight flickered, barely illuminating half of the room.
His vision gradually became clear, but the scene he saw when he opened his eyes made Li Ziyue's mood suddenly plummet to the bottom.
"Bang!" A dizzy-making sound of bell ringing came from behind. The sound was dull and long, lingering in the house for a long time. And beneath the bell sound, there seemed to be an indescribable rustling sound lurking.
They hide under the falling raindrops and the ringing of bells, like black snakes slinking along the corners of the walls.
The air was chilly and biting rain blew in through the rear window. Li Ziyue lowered his head, his eyes fixed on his hands.
It was covered with sticky, smelly human blood, and it was still hot.
The blood dripped and dripped, spreading to the front.
There lay a woman in red, her body curled up in a ball, but still small, like a child.
A silver hairpin was pinned to the top of her black hair. Next to the woman stood a huge golden Buddha statue that stretched as far as the eye could see.
The banging sounds continued. The rainy night lasted for a long time. Li Ziyue suddenly heard the sound of a crowd running outside the unusually quiet house.
Someone could be heard shouting.
"The murderer is inside!"
"Catch him! Hang him!"
The more Li Zi wanted to move, the more he found himself stiff, and all his movements were out of his control. He could hear the sound of running getting closer and closer...
The system popped up in an instant, and time paused in an instant.
[Player Li Ziyue, this is your future in the dungeon. If you don’t make any changes, you will be judged by the villagers and hanged to death one night in the dungeon]
[Your exclusive side quest:]
[①Find out the real murderer who killed the woman]
[② Clear yourself of suspicion]
[I wish you a happy game and a smooth clearance~ Next you will be teleported to the player room]
[Countdown]
[3]
[2]
[1]
[0]
[Welcome to "The Suicidal Farmer" ~]
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