16 Confucius Jigsaw Puzzle 2
◎Not everyone can successfully pass the level◎
A few seconds later, the man with the duck voice suddenly reacted. He opened his eyes wide and warned Zhu Heng: "Hey! Watch your back!"
However, Zhu Heng seemed not to hear it, and still had a calm expression, glancing indifferently at the duck voice.
As if he already knew it.
Behind him, a lazy male voice suddenly sounded.
The man laughed and made a "tsk" sound, deliberately lowering his voice, and each word was full of bewitching power: "What are you arguing about? It's just a sleep, and this is how you treat your teammates."
In the darkness, the man walked out from behind Zhu Heng, and his outline, which was overlapping with Zhu Heng's, gradually peeled off into two.
Only then did everyone see his appearance clearly.
The man was wearing a black combat uniform, black leather boots, and a helmet tucked under his elbow. It was impossible to tell what style it was. It was obviously a military uniform, but it did not belong to any country.
Even Zhu Heng and Gong Yasheng from modern times have never been seen.
The man was slightly taller than Zhu Heng, and perhaps because of his hairstyle, he looked taller. His black hair was combed back, with a few strands falling over his eyebrows.
His facial features were typical of an oriental person, but his eyes were a rare light brown color, and his gaze was extremely clear.
If Zhu Heng's eyes were a pool of deep water, unfathomable, then the eyes of the person in front of him were the gurgling stream in the mountain stream, full of spring scenery, and one could see to the bottom at a glance.
And the words above his head were exactly "unknown".
Everyone was secretly surprised.
So this person's dynasty is unknown, and his occupation is also unknown? What kind of existence is this?
The system spoke again at this time.
It reminds everyone: [From now on, please communicate through the light barrage above your heads. Hush, don't talk. Please make sure to find all the puzzle pieces and complete Confucius' ideal world before he wakes up.]
Everyone was shocked. Can text boxes be used like this?
The duck-voiced man casually cursed in his head. The text box above his head immediately flashed twice, and a line of comments appeared: "Damn it."
The system issues a warning: [Please observe the barrage etiquette! New to the workplace, you're being silenced for three minutes.]
Drake voice: "Oh my god——"
System: [Add three more minutes!]
Helan Dao was so amused by what he saw that he took off a black cloth bag from his waist, which contained a row of paintbrushes. He placed it in his palm and weighed it twice.
Everyone then noticed that his body was covered in white spots of powder, sparsely dotted on the black fabric, and the hand that should have been holding a weapon was now holding a harmless paintbrush.
There's a strange harmony.
Helan Dao bent down and threw the cloth bag aside. When he stood up, he glanced at Zhu Heng lightly.
Zhu Heng stared straight ahead without looking around and ignored him.
Helandao always felt that there was a scrutinizing gaze falling on him.
He smiled dumbly, patted Zhu Heng on the shoulder, and meaningfully praised him with his head barrage: "You have good eyes, natural eyes?"
Zhu Heng glanced at him, his cold eyes filled with a hint of surprise.
Helan Dao smiled again.
He turned and picked up something from the darkness. As he picked it up, he told everyone, "I've been waiting for a long time. Finally, everyone is here."
Everyone suddenly realized that he was the first one, but he was not discovered because he fell asleep.
Helan Dao found six strong ropes and distributed them to everyone: "Tie these around your waists."
He casually raised his eyes and glanced into the darkness ahead.
Zhu Heng was stunned when he saw the rope, and picked up one. Isn't this the one used for rappelling?
He glanced around and asked through the barrage, "Is there a cliff here?"
Helan Dao glanced at Zhu Heng, the text box above his head was empty, and he smiled without saying anything.
He walked to the darkness ahead and stood facing the crowd. With the help of the faint light above his head, everyone could see that the ground where he was standing had an edge, and one step back would be a bottomless abyss.
It turns out this is not a flat land!
Everyone felt a surge of fear. If they had just wandered around randomly and stepped on something wrong, they might have lost their lives.
Helan Dao tied the rappelling rope to his body, stretched one leg straight and supported it on the edge of the cliff, while the other leg stepped loosely on the wall.
Before rappelling, Helan Dao looked up at everyone, his gaze sweeping across them, finally stopping on Zhu Heng.
Zhu Heng frowned slightly.
Wang Kunshu, who came from a wealthy family, curiously fiddled with the rappelling rope. She had never used anything like it before and looked a bit excited. "Are we all going down? Is Confucius down there?"
Noticing the barrage of comments flashing above Wang Kunshu's head, Helan Dao shifted his gaze from Zhu Heng to her.
"Confucius?" He shook his head slightly, giving me a funny look. "He's not down there."
Helan Dao said in a barrage, bent his knees and squatted, then used the momentum to push his body straight down: "He is right under our feet."
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After everyone grabbed the rope and went down with Helan Dao, they understood what he meant by the barrage.
As the six people gradually moved down, the so-called "cliff" under their feet revealed different colors. It was blue-black at first, but then it turned into flesh-pink. The "cliff" was uneven and smooth in texture. After passing the slightly flat flesh-pink area, there was another wide and long blue-black area, which was high and raised like a small hill.
The more people looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
Combined with what Helan Dao said, my heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that... this isn't a "cliff," but a giant statue? A statue of Confucius!?
Zhu Heng held the descent rope tightly with one hand, crossed the "hill", and stopped at the right eye of the statue.
Helan Dao, who was at the bottom, noticed his movement, looked up, and then followed the direction where he was standing, his gaze falling on the statue's right eye.
He laughed and said, "You guys are too slow. I had nothing better to do, so I gave him some color."
Zhu Heng closed his eyes after hearing this, trying hard to forget what he had just seen.
However, the strange patched skin of the Confucius statue, the colorful pupils, and the crooked "eyeliner" at the end of the eyes kept appearing in my mind and could not be dispelled for a long time.
Well, that's called adding some color.
This is called adding some color.
Do you have the nerve to say that?
"That someone." Helan Dao suddenly dodged the barrage twice.
Zhu Heng held the rappel rope loosely to reduce friction, allowing himself to fall down faster and faster, finally landing at the chin of the statue.
Ignore him completely.
Helan Dao made a "tsk" sound.
The system immediately called him through consciousness: [daddy]
It quietly reminded: [Don't make any noise, you'll wake up Confucius]
Helan said: "..."
Okay, okay, okay.
He shut up.
At the moment when Zhu Heng slipped, Confucius' eyes suddenly moved, following Zhu Heng's direction and looking down.
Zhu Heng suddenly stopped in mid-air and looked up as if he had realized something.
In the field of vision, the statue of Confucius sits upright, motionless.
Just like before, nothing unusual at all.
Seeing Zhu Heng falling, Helan Dao quickly sent the system away and smiled silently at him, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or at him.
A question popped up above his head: "What's your name?"
Zhu Heng withdrew his gaze from the statue and met Helan Dao's eyes below.
The man was dressed in black and was almost invisible in the darkness, but when he looked up, his light-colored eyes were like twinkling stars, marking his presence.
Cannot be ignored.
At that moment, Zhu Heng felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.
"Why, are you embarrassed to say it, Mr. Lone Wolf?" Helanda stopped at the chest of the statue, holding the rope in both hands, and looked up at him with a smile.
This is so unpleasant, Zhu Heng complained in his heart. He looked away, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and continued to descend: "Zhu Heng."
Helan Dao asked, "What are you wishing for? I didn't see clearly."
“…”Fuck you, I didn’t see it clearly.
This time Zhu Heng really ignored it.
He Lan Dao seemed to find it amusing to tease him, and shamelessly posted another comment: "Well, do me a favor?"
Zhu Heng didn't even look at Helan Dao. He had already reached the statue's neck and directly rejected it with a barrage of comments: "You go find them, I only help the dead."
Helan Dao smiled meaningfully and did not post any comments.
Zhu Heng was silent for a while and looked up.
Apart from the two of them, the remaining four people were still hanging tremblingly above the eyebrows of the statue, falling down at a snail's pace.
A bunch of useless people, no hope.
Zhu Heng let go of the rope with all his strength, kicked his legs hard, and let himself "free fall". His face was so smelly that it could be smelled for miles around.
Helan Dao stretched out his hand and supported Zhu Heng's lower back with one hand when Zhu Heng landed beside him.
Zhu Heng glanced at his dishonest hands and frowned.
He Landao let go with a smile, turned his face away, and raised his chin to the side: "Kick me later, in that direction."
Zhu Heng glanced over there and vaguely saw the statue's intertwined palms in the darkness. There seemed to be something placed on them. He raised his eyebrows slightly.
Helan Dao unfastened the buckle, turned his body sideways, and typed a message above his head: "Are you ready?"
Before he could finish his barrage, Zhu Heng stretched out his legs and kicked him on the butt without any hesitation.
With the help of this force, Helan Dao drew an arc and swung into the palm of the statue. He hooked the statue's thumb, fastened the buckle with one hand, then grinned and collapsed on it with a half-angry and half-smiling look.
"That kick was really hard." He said to Zhu Heng.
After a short pause, Helan Dao turned over, reached out his hand and felt around in the palm of the statue, where he felt a heavy cloth bag.
He weighed it in his hand, opened the cloth bag, and took a look inside - there were 6 transparent balls the size of eyeballs, colorful and dazzling.
A big "Wow" appeared above Helan Dao's head.
He raised his eyebrows: "What is this?"
He shook the cloth bag in his hand, and the beads collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
system:【……】
It checked the awakening level of the Confucius statue in the central database - due to Helan Dao's two consecutive suicidal operations, it has now risen from 0% success to 15%.
It was almost mad at its daddy, and warned Helan through its consciousness: [Did I ever tell you not to make a sound?!] Yan Shanting
Helan paused and subconsciously looked at Zhu Heng, although he didn't need to do so. This kind of private conversation would definitely not be heard by anyone except him and the system.
Seeing that Zhu Heng had no reaction, he remained expressionless and used his consciousness to communicate with the system, immediately admitting his mistake: "I'm sorry, Daddy was wrong."
The attitude was very good, but he said it without any apology.
Zhu Heng was hanging on the rope, not knowing what had happened on Helan Road. There was no new movement for a long time.
He touched the inside of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, but finally, unable to resist his curiosity, he quietly looked away.
Unexpectedly, Helan Dao seemed to have noticed Zhu Heng's movements and turned to look at him hanging from the chest of the statue. At this moment, Mr. Lone Wolf had his head drooping, his hair covering most of his face, and he seemed a little bored waiting.
When he turned his head, he gently touched his lips with his fingers.
Helan Dao pretended to look away, then unexpectedly turned his head quickly to look back, successfully catching Zhu Heng's small movements of sighing a sigh of relief and then holding his breath in a hurry.
He had pale skin and was holding his breath uncomfortably, with a streak of red running from his neck to his ears.
Helan Dao smiled triumphantly, he finally caught him.
"It might be something left behind by the previous group of visitors." He Landao tossed the cloth bag containing the beads back into the darkness. "It's not very important."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Heng ignored his discomfort and was stunned for a moment: "The previous audience?"
He remembered what the man with glasses said, that the dramas watched by each group of viewers would never be the same.
Helan Dao took a few steps back, took a running start, swung back from the palm of the statue, kicked the statue's chest, and stopped beside Zhu Heng.
“Not everyone can successfully pass the level.”
He Landao smiled meaningfully, and text continued to appear above his head: "As long as an episode isn't finished, new viewers will continue to be sent in until the level is cleared. For example, for Confucius' puzzle, all the viewers who were sent in before have failed."
Zhu Heng: "Then they..."
"Dead." Helan Dao typed two words.
Zhu Heng glanced sideways.
"We are the audience chosen by the system." Helandao narrowed his eyes slightly, sweeping his gaze over the four people above him. The text on the barrage of comments appeared slowly, "What the predecessors couldn't do, the next generation will take up."
Zhu Heng: "What if those who come after me can't do it?"
Helan Daton is here, and there is no content in the text box above his head.
He pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.
...There are no ifs.
He wouldn't allow this "if" to happen.
Suddenly, a crackling sound came from the darkness below. It was the sound of beads thrown by Helan Dao scattered all over the ground, and the echo resounded in the ears.
Zhu Heng's attention was drawn back.
He looked out and saw that the world below was pitch black.
The four slow-moving turtles overhead stopped at the sound and looked towards them hurriedly. The bullet screens above them flashed the same message: "What's wrong? What happened?"
He Landao glanced down and replied, "It's okay, it's okay."
But having said that, he didn't dare to take it lightly.
He reminded everyone: "Go down slowly and be careful."
After saying this, Helan Dao was about to lower himself down the rope when a voice filled with despair suddenly rang out in his mind: "Daddy."
The system shouted hoarsely, its tone somewhat stiff.
Helan said, "What's the matter?"
The system paused for two seconds, then said emotionlessly, "I shouldn't have assigned you to this instance."
He Landao leaned back, slowly pulled off the finger ring, and gradually put away the smile in his eyes: "That's too much. How can you talk to your father like that?"
System: [Take a look at the Confucius statue's current level of awakening. Thanks to your continuous "help," it has successfully reached 50%.]
You are awesome.
Helandao seemed to understand the system's thoughts and smiled slightly.
The old man said shamelessly: "I am really strong, right?"
system:【……】
Enterprise-level understanding.
But even though it complained, the system didn't forget its other mission. It said to Helan: "There's another thing I must tell you. Those beads you just threw away aren't very important..."
Helan said "hmm" in response, with his tone rising slightly.
System: […It’s a puzzle.]
Perhaps fearing he might not understand, the system added an attributive: [Confucius's puzzle.]
He Landao stopped moving his hands: "..."
The air around was deathly silent.
After a while, he laughed.
"I know." He said to the system with his consciousness.
【Author’s words】
"Explosive" update 4000+
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