Chapter 105 The Last Guest “Sorry, I’m afraid we don’t have this…
"After regaining my self-awareness, I collected a lot of information from the players, and all the energy left behind by the players after their death was also absorbed by me."
"Slowly, I regained my previous memories."
At this point, a hint of nostalgia flashed across Mr. Bo's eyes.
"You guys are probably from the real world, too, right?"
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Cecilia.
"I used to be an ordinary person in the real world, but the last moment of my memory was a car accident."
“After the rescue efforts failed, my soul seemed to be attracted by something and I became a numb NPC in the dungeon until I awakened my self-awareness.”
Car accident?
Is he also a human being in the real world, the same as Chen Ye and the others?
Cecia frowned and looked at its twisted body. It didn't look like a human at all.
According to the other party, humans who die in the real world may become NPCs in addition to becoming players.
So, is it possible for humans who are NPCs to be taken out of the dungeon?
"Since I regained consciousness, I have tried to communicate with other NPCs, but they are simply unable to communicate and only do what the dungeon has designed for them."
"I was really bored, so I started wandering around in the dungeon."
Mr. Bo spoke faster and his eyes gradually brightened.
"For you players, you can only see your own room and five villas, and the rest of the world is covered in white fog. But for us NPCs, this is a complete world, a healthy and beautiful town."
His flattened fingers twitched, and he seemed to want to wave his arms, but he could only barely crawl on the ground.
"The residents living in the town are lower than those idiots. They won't resist. No matter what you do, they will just endure it silently. They are like toys tailor-made for me."
"To pass the time, I started looking for prey in the town and doing things that I wouldn't dare to do or even think about in the real world."
His tone became louder and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Just when I was getting bored, they appeared! You know, it was fate! I met the drummer and felt the beauty of music--"
“So, he became my first work of art.”
Mr. Bo looked at Cecia with a fanatical expression and a burning gaze, "You should stay too! Come with me!"
"What's the point of clearing the dungeon? Going back to the real world, what's good about that? Everyone tells you that this is not allowed and that is not allowed, and that there are restrictions and constraints everywhere, but it's different here!"
"Even ordinary people in reality can have absolute rights here!"
His face was tinged with a sickly blush as he spoke of his ideals, which might have been more convincing if his current posture had not been so ridiculous.
"As long as you stay here, I am willing to share everything I have with you--"
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid there won't be such an opportunity."
Cecia pulled back the sole of her shoe in disgust and rubbed it on the ground twice. "You know, is that all?"
Hearing his cold words, Mr. Bo seemed to realize something. He lost his previous enthusiasm and looked panicked.
"No, no, let me think about it, let me think about it again..."
Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead. In order to save his own life, he could be said to have said anything he wanted to say.
"What are you afraid of?"
Cecia raised her eyebrows, her tone full of contempt, "You are an NPC anyway. Even if you die, you will be resurrected when the next player enters the dungeon."
“I’m different from them!”
Mr. Bo's lips trembled as he begged her desperately.
"If I die, my self-consciousness will be erased. Even if I am resurrected later, I will not be the same person I am now. Please, please let me go. I will do anything!"
"Oh, right, the door! You want to go to the next room, right? I can open the door for you!"
He was eager to prove his worth.
"Also, if you want to complete the mission, I can go to the party too!"
"Oh, that's a real help."
Cecia sneered, leaned over, and said frivolously, "Is there a possibility that the initiative is in my hands now? What you said is not enough to be a reason to let you go."
“I, I…”
Mr. Bo hesitated for a long time but could not come up with any more chips, while the teddy bear had been waiting for a long time beside him, and the little guy was eager to try.
"I am it! I am it!"
Forced into a desperate situation, Mr. Bo simply gave up and shouted like crazy.
"As long as you say that to me, you can clear the level... and leave this instance!"
"You know a lot."
Glancing coldly at the other person's distorted face, she shook her finger, "Unfortunately, I'm not a fool."
She stood up and took two steps back. The teddy bear seemed to have received some kind of instruction. The little guy jumped up on the spot and hit Mr. Bo's heart heavily.
At this point, Mr. Bo was completely out of breath.
“Done!”
The teddy bear dusted off his hands, and at that moment the time was up, the balloon on his body burst and his body returned to its normal weight.
"Xia, this time it's all my credit!"
The little fellow put his hands on his hips and raised his head proudly towards Cecia.
"Yes, yes, thanks to you."
She smiled helplessly, squatted down, let the little guy climb back onto her shoulders, then dragged Mr. Bo's body back to the room.
"It's seven o'clock! Thea, time is running out!"
Seeing the digital clock in the living room, the teddy bear urged eagerly.
Cecilia slowly placed Mr. Bo in the banquet hall and seated the shrunken corpse. Then she returned to the living room and took the teddy bear with her.
"Okay, now let's go and invite our last guest."
…
"Why is it you?"
Seeing Cecia's face, Mr. Xiong frowned impatiently and waved his hands at her, "Get lost, I'm in a bad mood today and I don't have time to argue with you."
After wearing the bird-beak mask for a long time, she was used to seeing Mr. Bear's respectful look, so when she saw this kind of mouth again, she still felt it was a bit novel.
"Don't rush me away."
Cecia smiled wryly, shaking the wine she had brought from Mr. Bo's house, "I'm here to invite you to the party. Everyone else is here, except you."
"nerve."
Mr. Xiong cursed.
"Don't try to trick me. You may not know that the woman surnamed Qian is already dead. How could she possibly attend your crappy party? Is she faking her death?"
He raised his hand to close the door, but his eyes fell on the drink in Cecia's hand. After hesitating for a while, he finally stopped.
"Forget it, leave the wine behind and get out of here."
As he said this, he took two steps forward, trying to use his size to snatch the wine from Cecia's hand, but even though he touched the bottle, it didn't move at all.
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Mr. Xiong looked at his arm in confusion, took another deep breath, tensed all the muscles in his body, and grabbed it with all his strength.
With a loud bang, the wine bottle exploded in Cecilia's hand, and the fragments and wine splashed all over his face.
"Damn it!"
Mr. Xiong's anger was instantly ignited, and he roared angrily: "I'm already in a bad mood today, and you're still causing trouble here? Are you tired of living?"
Mr. Xiong rolled up his sleeves in anger, waved his fists, and planned to solve the problem with violence.
But before the fist hit Cecilia's face, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it was tightly clamped by an iron clamp, stopping his attack in mid-air.
“You…you…”
He turned his head and looked at Cecia in disbelief. The other party's right hand tightly grasped his arm, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his arm out.
"Why, it's been such a short time since we last met, and you don't recognize me anymore?"
Cecia raised a wicked smile and took out the bird-beak mask that he was very familiar with from the system backpack.
"Hero! It's you!"
When Mr. Xiong saw the bird-beak mask and thought of his previous offensive behavior, his legs went weak and he fell to his knees.
"I was blind and didn't recognize the great man. You are a great man and don't bear grudges... You want me to attend the party, right? I'll go! I'll go now!"
Mr. Xiong's attitude changed 180 degrees. He walked outside without even having time to put on his coat, fearing that his life would be in danger if he was a second late.
"But you spilled the wine I carefully prepared. I'm afraid the party will have to be postponed."
Cecia sneered, stood in front of him, and looked at the debris on the ground.
"Oh, isn't this easy?"
Mr. Xiong quickly put on a smile and said, "I like drinking. I have a collection of many different kinds of wine at home. I'm not bragging, but they are much better than the bottle you have!"
"Well, come in quickly, I'll take you to the wine cellar, you can pick whatever you like and take away everything you like! I'll carry it for you!"
He has taken his flexibility to the extreme, his only shortcoming is that he stretches too quickly and always meets the wrong people.
"OK."
Seeing this, Cecia did not embarrass him anymore and agreed with a smile.
Led by Mr. Xiong, the two walked to the underground warehouse in the villa, where an entire wall was used to store wine.
"What's here are all the top-quality drinks that I usually don't want to drink. Please take your time to look at them."
Mr. Xiong bowed and nodded beside her, and even brought a chair to Cecilia in a flattering manner.
Her eyes swept across the rows of drinks, and just as she was about to reach the end, she suddenly paused, her eyes drawn to an abrupt black freezer in the corner.
"What's in here?"
She raised her eyebrows and asked, and Mr. Xiong's expression was obviously stiff for a moment. He opened and closed his lips repeatedly and said stutteringly: "No, nothing!"
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