“Is this the meat processing factory?”

Renault looked at the sign in front of him in shock, full of disbelief.

Not only him, but all other players were also shocked, except Armin.

It is called a meat processing factory, but it is no different from a ruin.

There were fallen bricks everywhere, and only the dark factory inside revealed the unknown.

The only relatively intact building is this half of the gate.

Everyone was hesitant, should they go in?

When I came here with Armin, I didn't expect this to happen.

Although the buildings in the town are dilapidated, they are still considered buildings.

This meat processing factory is clearly a ruin, but we don't know who did it.

[You have arrived at the meat processing factory. Please be careful. The boss of the meat processing factory is very angry because the factory building is damaged. Please do not provoke him.]

This message popped up in the minds of players from all over the world.

This has never happened before.

As if warning of something...?

"Are we still going in here?"

Renault frowned and looked at Armin.

"Go in."

Armin nodded and added.

“This is the only chance.”

Players from all countries looked hesitant, but finally made up their minds.

None of their mailing addresses include this meat processing factory, so why do they have to take the risk to go in?

Although they were briefly persuaded before, when they really got there, it was still difficult to let them go in first.

“….”

Armin looked at the hesitant people and sighed.

"When we entered this tale game, we had a sense of direction for all the buildings, but the post office was the only one missing."

“The post office doesn’t exist because it exists, it exists because we come into contact with it.”

Renault's frown deepened.

"What do you mean, even though there is no post office, we do have mail in our hands."

After entering the ghost story game, everyone's brain is like being embedded with a map, and each location has a sense of direction.

The only thing I have no memory of is the post office.

But does it matter?

In their hands are fatal letters!

Although players from various countries were thinking about it, they didn't understand what this had to do with their credit card delivery service.

After completing the mission of delivering trust, they will all die here!

"What do you want to say? You never explain yourself clearly every time you speak. I suspect you just want us to die!"

Some players were fed up and questioned Armin loudly.

Although the previous reasoning convinced them, they had not seen any real hope so far.

The riots are getting worse.

"Be calm and listen to him."

Raynor glared at them in dismay, and the power of "King Arthur" successfully calmed the noisy players.

"What I want to say is very simple, just give the letter to the post office and let the person who should deliver it deliver it."

Armin said hurriedly.

But when other players heard this, they became even more confused.

"Are we the ones who deliver the letter? Why should we hand it over to the post office? Who should deliver the letter?"

This question has emerged in the minds of players from all countries.

The Blue Star countries outside also fell into deep thought.

"Doctor Armin means... to find the real messenger?"

Someone discovered the problem.

Although they all received the distributed letters at the beginning, they never said that they were the messengers!

As soon as this association came to mind, the countries of Blue Star instantly became boiling.

"Great! You're Dr. Armin. You figured out the problem so quickly!"

"Great! This way, as long as we hand the letters to the post office, everyone's mission will be completed!"

"Yes, then how can they guarantee that the person who is supposed to deliver the letter will definitely deliver it within the specified time?"

"Yes…"

The crowd, who were excited just now, were instantly poured with a bucket of cold water.

Players from various countries in the strange incident also gradually realized the meaning of Armin's words.

But at the same time, how can they guarantee that the letter can really be delivered before they lose their lives?

"Because this is a ghost story game."

Armin answered them simply and clearly.

Although players from various countries were a little strange, they all believed what he said.

Yes, this is a ghost story game.

Everything can be measured by common sense.

To be sure, this is the key to breaking the deadlock!

Armin was right, they had no choice.

The eyes of players from various countries gradually became firm. Before that, there was one last question to be asked.

"Why does entering a meat processing plant put us in contact with the post office?"

The eyes of Raynor and players from various countries were all focused on Armin's face, their gazes filled with expectation and nervousness.

I don't know when they have become accustomed to dependence.

At least on the surface, Armin had no reason to harm them.

"It's very simple. The mail is sent by the meat processing factory. We return the mail to the meat processing factory, and the meat processing factory will naturally go to the post office. The rest is our business."

"The idea of ​​delivering the letter was completely wrong. We were originally messengers, but we performed the duties of messengers, so we were naturally killed by those weirdos."

"Because we are messengers."

Armin gave the answer.

Everyone swallowed their last bit of doubt.

"But it's definitely true, so I still need someone to try it first."

Armin poured a basin of cold water on everyone's heads.

"Forehead..."

Players from all over the world are looking at each other, and everyone is willing to be the first to try.

As for Armin, he remained indifferent and watched everyone discuss quietly.

"I trust you."

Unexpectedly, the person who entered the meat processing factory was Renault, who had always been beside Armin.

Renault looked at Armin with a meaningful look, and then walked towards the meat processing factory.

Armin remained indifferent.

Along the way, many decisions were made with the help of Renault.

In the absence of other constraints, force will always be more controlling than words.

If Raynor lets it go, then all his subsequent remarks will become empty words, players from all countries will no longer trust Armin, and their alliance will collapse.

Renault slowly walked towards the meat processing factory, and the hearts of players from various countries were in their throats.

They also wanted Raynor to die, because that would mean the most likely path was also blocked.

One step, two steps.

Armin's light blue pupils were filled with surprise, and he just watched Renault approach the meat processing factory calmly.

I just watched Renault disappear into thin air after he stepped into the meat processing factory gate...

"Reno is dead!"

Players from all countries had sadness in their eyes, and a feeling of despair permeated around them.

"He's still alive."

Armin shook his head.

The death announcement did not sound, which meant.

"Reno has succeeded."