Chapter 99 Hell Community
Jin Daya didn't know whether the Hell Turntable had other flaws. He was concentrating on the scene in front of him. Twelve red wires had already emerged from the tangled black wires.
When this number reaches 18, their mission will be completely completed.
Promotion and salary increase are just around the corner. Although he is not a subordinate of the display screen, he can definitely get some benefits by following this notorious copy invader.
"I heard that convenience stores have been short of ghost raw materials. If we take down the Hell Community, I'm afraid that display screen will have a good meal."
Jin Daya was turning the gold ring in his hand with a feeling of envy and sorrow. At one moment, he suddenly became aware of the stagnant atmosphere in the air. It was the feedback from the several gold threads he had carefully left at the door of the 14th floor.
"Hey, your name is D833, right? Didn't you seal off our room in advance? Why do I feel like something is approaching?"
The big white egg machine next to it brought up a monitoring screen during data flow, with various red and blue dots on it, of which there were only three red dots.
"Two players with red warrants are approaching. Their items are quite special. The data defense wall I built may not be able to completely hide this place."
Jin Daya clicked on the two wanted posters and saw the faces of his former defeated opponents.
"Isn't this Mike's lackey? He actually wants to make a comeback. How bold of him."
He looked at the human player who had already won once before with disdain in his eyes.
"If I remember correctly, the 11th and 12th floors were previously dark. The doors to those two places should have been lost. Maybe the person who took the microphone took them away."
Although according to the current situation, collecting all the fragments of hell is a foregone conclusion, but if the fragments are actively searched out from these two people, the credit will be attributed to him, Jin Daya, instead of the color display screen operating the black wires.
It is not easy to bite off a few pieces of meat from the miserly store manager. Jin Daya immediately decided to go and meet the two players himself.
"I have a little brother on the 14th floor with a black wire tied to his hand. If there is any trouble, send her to solve it. No matter what, you must collect the doors and keys. Remember?"
A smiling face appeared on the panel of the D833 egg-shaped robot again: "Yes, sir."
When Jin Daya arrived at the battlefield, You Yitong and Qi Wei were already being besieged by players.
The two people who had lost before may have regained some key props from the microphone. Their injuries have healed, but their faces look quite ugly.
It's true that the players got the Red Wanted Warrant, and it's also true that they didn't want to provoke the magician and his companions. But after entering the 14th floor and being manipulated by the illusion, they saw two monsters with props hanging all over their bodies falling from the sky, with words "Defeat me and you can get special props" written on their faces.
It was the first time that You Yitong saw so many fearless players daring to besiege him.
Qi Viper had put on a new skin this time, and seemed not to be used to the dragon horns on his forehead. He flicked those players away like a flea.
"This MD suit doesn't fit me 100%. It makes my head itch when I wear it. I might as well wear a snake suit."
You Yitong was in a very bad mood right now and didn't give him a good look at all.
"I lent you the 'Dragon' to wear, and you still have the nerve to complain. Given the level of this thing, if it weren't for the agreement reached between the president and the other party, do you think we can touch it?"
Qi Wei could hear the resentment in his voice: "Why are you so angry today? The president's request is to strive for the management authority of Hell as much as possible. Even if we fail, we will not be punished when we return to the Newcomer Alliance."
You Yitong snorted coldly without saying a word of explanation, obviously he was extremely unhappy about other things.
He had been frustrated since the last dungeon. Even when he arrived at the Hell Community, the feeling of failure kept lingering in his mind. If it weren't for the task assigned by the guild, he really wanted to personally hunt down the guy who had made him so embarrassed.
So many props were wasted and he was embarrassed several times.
Qiao Song, you'd better not appear in front of me, otherwise...
"Everyone, kill these two guys. If we kill them, we can get out!"
There were some players who were not afraid of death. Although they were under an illusion and regarded the two as some kind of tools to brush props, they still revealed the truth.
That useless infinite system was actually briefly invaded, changing the conditions for players to pass the level.
That color display screen must have obtained most of the power of hell, otherwise it would not be able to do this.
"All five red warrants are actually acquaintances, huh."
The magician and his companion were apparently not affected by the illusion, for they wore a special brooch on their chests, which did not have the symbol of the 18 levels of hell, but rather the logo of a golden microphone.
[The anti-addiction badge of the Mist Radio Station helps you see through all illusions]
With this item, the two of them became the only two human players in the entire 14th floor who would not be affected, except for Jin Daya and the host called D833.
"The game needs to be balanced. Since we are on the Red Notice, the difficulty of clearing the level has been greatly increased. Correspondingly, the conditions we need to meet to clear the level will not be difficult."
The system notifications received by other players only said that they could clear the level by killing the players with red wanted warrants, but You Yitong and the others heard:
[Before Hell is reorganized, if you can survive without being killed by other players, you can complete the game. 】
What a big tone.
You Yitong analyzed the intelligence he had obtained and knew that Boss Cai had special abilities. But as Qi Wei said, Mike Feng had already discussed with his own president. They were just trying to seize the fragments of hell. If they could get it, that would be great. If they couldn't, it didn't matter. They just needed to make things difficult for Boss Cai.
"That guy won't get what he wants anyway, so it wouldn't be bad if we could get a bargain." These are Mike Feng's exact words.
Ever since the black wire appeared, the golden pocket watch has been unable to contact the other party. Apart from receiving two props airdropped from the other side, that dead microphone has probably given up the fight for the authority over hell.
But the people working below cannot retreat easily. The magician knows that his current task is to cause congestion on the display screen. Although he feels very upset, it is just a red warrant. Isn’t that guy Qiao Song also on the wanted list?
He didn't mind completing the task for ordinary players and killing that guy.
You Yitong took out his magic wand and swept away a player who was approaching with an attack item. Feeling the vibration of the silk thread under the white gloves, he suddenly frowned: "The guy with the gold tool is here."
Qi Viper, who was still using his tail to sweep the surrounding players, immediately focused his attention. A body of dragon skin did not give him much confidence, but fortunately he had thick skin and could withstand blows. However, this might not be the case when facing a high-level ghost boss.
After all, he had been beaten several times before.
You Yitong put on the magic hat, and the cloak behind him fluttered. If all he did was to cause trouble for others, he was quite good at it.
The transparent silk thread in his hand has spread throughout the entire space.
"Then comes the magic time."
He swung his black cloak with a red background, and in the eyes of the players who were controlled by the illusion, he and Qi Wei disappeared at the same time.
Jin Daya snorted coldly: "How dare a mere human being play tricks in front of me."
He manipulated the golden thread with disdain.
【Money Value】
[The more money-loving a person is, the more silk threads will be tied to his body. Of course, these threads will not do anything to you, but it will be different for another ghost who can use gold threads as weapons. If you are entangled with money and entanglement, you will be exposed in his eyes.]
The smell of money, no matter how light or heavy, will inevitably be associated with anyone who is not completely out of touch with society.
Basically, no one, even any ghost, can escape this trick of his. To live, you have to spend money, and even after death, there are still soul coins.
So in front of Jin Daya, it doesn’t matter if you are invisible, the lines on your body will automatically expose your position.
But Jin Daya seldom uses this trick. The reason is that it is too expensive. Other gold can be recycled, but the gold thread that can catch people from invisible state is a consumable.
Four or five golden rings disappeared from his hands, melted and turned into balls of golden light, which directly bound the magician and his accomplice who had already escaped into the invisible space.
Jin Daya, who had lost a lot of gold items, had a fierce expression on his face: "I will torture you until you are willing to release the two doors on the 11th and 12th floors."
You Yitong, who was drawing his weapon and preparing to fight back:?
Wait, those two-story doors are clearly...
Jin Daya did not give them a chance to explain. The golden thread was retracted and the country became chaotic again in the counterattack and suppression.
The players around could only see the illusion of a battle between monsters. They were already confused to begin with, so they just joined in the chaos.
The hallucinatory chaos brewing on the 14th floor was spreading, but black wires pierced all the game areas like blood vessels, and in areas that were still lit, doors were absorbed and keys were rummaged through.
In the darkened area, the black lines seemed to be disdainful and just passed by.
The 15th floor was one of those that was spared.
The things in the Crucifixion Hell were collected by Jin Daya himself, but he could not have imagined that the shelves here were so special that they could actually hide several administrators who escaped.
Most of the administrators of the Hell Community have special appearances. For example, George, in his normal form is just a palm-sized mouse. Another example is Baidan, who is normally just a goose egg-sized desktop robot. They only become bigger in combat form, and they basically choose the original form when escaping.
At this moment, on a shelf in the Archaeological and Cultural Creative Center, a row of strange-shaped creatures were crowded together.
There were pliers, scissors, mini copper pillars, even a broken copper mirror and a murderous saw.
"I can't sense the small branches anymore. They've probably been chopped into pieces and hung on the wall." A pair of pliers said in a soft voice.
A pair of scissors next to it looked at it angrily: "We only have one manager on each floor, but you have two on the first floor. Why are you the only one here? Why doesn't the security guard come in?"
Little Tongs argued: "Master Drunkard is outside too. There is nothing we can do. If they were all in black robes, the turntable wouldn't move and would explode if they were all squeezed into it."
I get even angrier when I talk about these scissors.
He worked diligently as a barber in the underworld just to improve his skills, and by the way, he could use scissors to punish bad men and women. As a result, this broken place, hell, either doesn't reform at all, or when it does reform, it's like demolition, causing such a big fuss!
Fortunately, he usually likes to slack off, and those who are loyal to the Lord of Hell have either been caught or crushed into pieces.
"Has no one found the dead crow? It's at this critical moment, and it's still sleeping."
The saw next to it coughed, and the scissors immediately stopped their noisy tone and dared not say bad things about the Lord of Hell in front of the other party.
The bloody saw had a hoarse and old voice and was much calmer than the other guys.
"The Lord of Hell will make his own decision. If things are about to come to a conclusion, he will take action to directly restart the entire area. There is no need to worry too much."
Scissors could only wail in his heart, restart Der! I just want to work in the red robe copy, not the black robe copy. If I really upgrade, I will resign!
He wants to change the copy, he wants to go back home!
Scissors only wants to be Tony in the ordinary Red Clothes copy, rather than being a slave in the advanced copy!
Saw: "The situation is not as bad as you think. Nothing is settled yet."
With only the key on him, he left the door behind in the game when he fled, silently complaining: "But now, except for the last three or four doors, all the others have been taken away."
With the capability of that display screen, if given some more time, the black line will probably absorb all the doors directly. Then it won't be difficult to reach the 15th floor and grab the key.
Saw said the same thing: "The Lord of Hell will make the decision. Let's just hide here and stay. It's okay to give up the door for now. Just keep the key."
Grabbing the door is equivalent to getting the props of hell's execution, but the key is the main energy source. With only the props you can only use normal attacks. Only with the key can you use the magic attacks in the props.
And what is the Lord of Hell himself, who makes Saw so confident and calm, doing at this moment?
Qiao Song slapped the red-eyed crow that had been buzzing in his ear and sent it flying.
"I said, be quiet."
She knew that she was in a hallucination and that the things she saw around her were not necessarily real, but as she walked through the destroyed and distorted memories, violent and angry emotions filled her chest and head bit by bit.
His wrist was hot. After a lot of sweating during the exercise, the mud wrapped in the bandage seemed to be melting quietly. However, Qiao Song had no intention of disguising it any further. He just exposed the number on his wrist, which had turned red to black.
But the ghosts around her seemed to be invisible and continued to attack her.
The originally black baton has now completely lost its original appearance. Lightning is surrounding it, and the ferocious black snake can easily kill the enemy every time it is thrown out.
With a snap, two more figures flew out.
Qiao Song knew that real monsters would not have so many strange skills.
The monsters on the streets, in the rooms, and even out of various strange buildings in the school would always take out all kinds of strange props to attack her.
Ordinary ghosts would be quickly torn in half after being hit by her whip, but these black shadows would just scream and wail and fall to the ground.
These guys are human.
Qiao Song had already judged this, but she had no mercy in her heart. All the guys who attacked her would not be torn apart directly by the batons, but would be beaten half to death.
She wandered in her fantasy with an expressionless face, seeing the familiar streets, school, and even the workplace, as if she had really just returned to the real world and encountered strange attacks.
After having the hallucination, all her human emotions were gradually taken away, her anger slowly subsided, and she glanced coldly at everything around her.
"A fake."
There was no way these things could fool her, but the feeling of having her memory spied on and altered, and being invaded by other monsters or humans - it was really unpleasant.
While whipping away a strange black shadow holding a kettle that was coming towards her, she was just about to use the whip to knock down the row of guys behind him when she suddenly heard a cat's meow.
The baton paused, Qiao Song turned around and saw a beautiful little orange cat walking towards her and rubbing her legs gently.
Meow——
Amid the cat's gentle cries, Qiao Song's negative emotions subsided a little.
A strange memory was revived. I remember that there seemed to be a large group of cats walking together. Yes, these are the cats raised by Aunt Huo.
The crow suddenly became excited and opened his mouth to say something.
The memory began to move forward from the present. Qiao Song held the cat in his arms and pinched the noisy crow's mouth to stop it from screaming.
"Be quiet, I'm thinking."
She felt something stirring in her memory, and the hallucinations around her became lighter and lighter. She saw a man with red eyes and a high-pressure water gun in his hand rushing towards her. She whipped the man away. This time she controlled the strength, trying to knock the man out in one go.
As more and more players fell to the ground around him, Qiao Song saw the normal scene again and found himself in the corridor of the sanatorium.
The little orange cat in her arms rubbed against her, then immediately jumped off and walked in another direction.
Qiao Song cracked his whip, followed suit, and finally released the crow's mouth.
"Ga--!" The little crow seemed a little angry, but Qiao Song glanced at him coldly and the guy became obedient.
"Authorization-transfer-door-to you-"
Saying those words intermittently, Qiao Song understood what the crow meant, and continued to move forward under the guidance of the orange cat without any reluctance.
"Although I have never met the Lord of Hell, I have no interest in Hell."
She pulled out a wine bottle bracelet from her body. In addition to imprisoning several ghosts, it also contained a bouncy ball mascot and a finished door.
She also saw the morality and sin values on her wrist. The two numbers were jumping wildly, as if they were resonating with the changes in hell at this time.
She looked for a few rooms and saw the novelist collapsed in one of them. The doctor held her in his arms like a doll with poor contact.
Qiao Song mentioned the doctor without any hesitation.
"Help me with the treatment."
The latter remembered that she also recognized her. She nodded and quickly took out the medical kit to bandage Qiao Song.
After facing so many players in the hallucination, she was still injured. Even after the wound was healed, Qiao Song still had a very strange feeling. She could clearly feel that many energy groups were gathering in hell.
The pieces came together like glowing map markers in the dark, allowing her to pass.
Crow opened his mouth carefully this time and said, "Qualifications—you—are suitable."
Qiao Song didn't know when this bird learned to speak. It spoke haltingly and always interrupted his thoughts at critical moments. He immediately pinched its beak in dissatisfaction.
"Are you hell HR recruiters so rude? Either you drag people directly into the roulette game, or you suddenly send a bird over to make a fuss."
The red-eyed crow immediately flapped its wings, as if refusing to put itself in line with the display.
"To be frank—you—can't bear it." The crow paused again.
"Hell—yours."
Qiao Song sighed. The wound that the doctor had bandaged for her had healed. Since some places had been flushed with saline, the mud mask on the skin had basically fallen off, but fortunately there was still a layer of bandage on the outside.
"I think you are too lazy to manage it and want to throw the mess to others. Isn't it said that the level is very high? If you are so unhappy with the display screen, go over and beat him up. I will be responsible for cutting the wires and you will be responsible for chopping the screen. How about we separate his body?"
There was indeed a hint of desire in the little crow's eyes, but Qiao Song knew that he couldn't do it. If he could, he would have taken action long ago.
"Why did you choose someone like me as your manager? To manage Hell, shouldn't you hire someone who was a judge or had a corresponding profession? Why use such dead things as morality and sin scores to judge?"
Qiao Song looked at the two symbols on his wrist that were still flashing. They were like heartbeats, fluctuating with the changes in the situation in hell.
Both numbers were 99.9. Qiao Song knew what that meant, but it might be the familiar scenes she saw in the hallucination that made her remember the past for once.
"In fact, I was not a good kid when I was young. I would cause trouble everywhere and do some bad things. Human nature is evil, and I am also like that. But I have a pair of parents who are very good at educating. I grew up under the influence of love. I know right from wrong, good from evil, and rarely get angry. I will try my best to control my anger."
“There are many people like me in this world.”
“I may not be a good person, but I will learn and try my best to act like a good person.”
If she could play the role for her whole life, would she be considered good or bad?
There are no perfect good people in this world, nor are there completely evil people who cannot be saved.
Being kind means being exploited, while being evil means the risk of getting out of control and needing to be imprisoned, supervised, and reformed.
"If a guy like me can't guarantee that I won't bend the law if I play a role like a judge, how can you easily select the guy who can manage an entire hell from a group of players based on just two numbers? Don't you think it's too much of a joke? It's no wonder that you are targeted by a guy like a display screen."
The crow's wings immediately folded obediently to its sides, not daring to make a sound.
"And snooping into other people's memories is not a good habit, even if you just followed along."
Qiao Song gently touched the crow's head with his fingers, but the latter dared not move.
"Even though I don't want to take over Hell, I don't mind doing you a favor, but you better pray that my teammates are okay."
The crows became even more silent.
In the sky, after the battlefield was moved, Jin Daya and the magician and others were fighting fiercely. Unexpectedly, new players kept joining in along the way, making You Yitong extremely irritable.
Qi Viper's dragon form can deal with players very quickly, provided that there are not many players. However, it seems that the entire Hell Turntable is controlled by a huge illusion. Those players who have not come to the 14th floor before are now rushing here like crazy.
You Yitong couldn't bear it any longer and threw out countless white pigeons from his hat.
"Go find a way to isolate the other players."
Qi Viper couldn't be of much help here. Jin Daya's ability seemed to naturally restrain him. With just the golden thread, he could be tied up in place in minutes, unable to move, like a tied-up dumpling.
The fake snake wearing a dragon robe immediately followed the pigeons to other areas, ready to intercept the players who were rushing here because of the illusion.
But a few of them were particularly obvious.
Lin Xuan held the cat in his arms. He had no idea how many slaps he had received along the way, and his face was covered with scratches. Fortunately, with the help of the cat, he did not get into trouble, but his face hurt a little.
"Those unconscious players are all controlled by the cocoon. For now, we don't have to worry about the door on the 14th floor popping up. What should we do now? Why haven't we seen the boss yet?"
The two girls, Chu Wen and A Xiang, didn't know what they saw in the middle. After saying something to Aunt Huo Huo, they ran away with the cat in their arms, leaving behind only some cocoons to help them control the unconscious players in the ward.
To be honest, the players around who were trapped in the illusion could actually be controlled by these cocoons. Ah Xiang herself did not expect that those things that she threw out in bulk in this copy, which originally had strict usage conditions, would actually become excellent tools for Lin Xuan and others to capture prisoners.
The younger brothers in the back kept using tools to restrain the unconscious players, and soon they discovered the guys that Qiao Song had beaten. The harder she whipped them, the more the unconscious players had a say, and those who could still speak, almost everyone was unable to straighten up, and most of the rest were in a coma.
Following these injured people on the spot, they could actually find Qiao Song's trail quickly, but Aunt Huo did not tell the little orange cat that she had found him. Instead, she kept looking after Tang Xiaoxiao.
The little girl held the black and white cow cat tightly in her arms.
There were also several cat paw marks on her face. Once she fell into hallucinations, she was more dangerous than anyone else, so Aunt Huo always stayed by her side.
But at some point, Tang Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped where she was.
"Aunt Huo, I want to try."
Aunt Huo, who knew what she meant, finally stopped. After confirming her expression, she took the cat that Tang Xiaoxiao handed over.
"Don't be afraid, you have made your decision."
Tang Xiaoxiao nodded, and the girl, mustering up her courage, finally took the initiative to enter the illusion that had given her countless nightmares.
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