Chapter 4 Puzzle Game
Before witnessing the "internet addiction" of the elderly, Lu Yusheng never imagined that the charm of video games had reached the point of appealing to all ages.
While having a better understanding of the future popularity of internet cafes, he also felt somewhat helpless: "No, Grandpa, you're too old to use your eyes like that..."
She had just washed a bowl of dates and placed it next to her, so she casually picked one up while complaining, demonstrating the extreme speed of the "old man" watching the battle.
To be honest, Lu Yusheng hadn't originally planned to keep an eye on things, until he accidentally witnessed Lu Yusheng nearly smash his phone in anger because the connection dropped at the end of the song...
She shook off the memories and took a bite of the date.
You have to admit, the natural way is the best—crisp and sweet.
Another round is over. Now I can basically get a full combo on songs of this difficulty, like Sikong Zhaixing.
He put down his phone, stretched, rubbed his overused eyes, and looked at Lu Yusheng beside him: "Grab a handful for me too."
Lu Yusheng was taken aback for a moment, then realized that he was referring to the wooden jujube in his hand.
She hesitated. Although this thing wasn't naturally worth much, the key point was—
"Grandpa, this thing is hard to chew, I'm afraid it will hurt your teeth..." Before she finished speaking, she casually glanced at Sikong Zhaixing's mouth.
The latter seemed to suddenly realize something and closed his lips.
Lu Yusheng felt a blur before his eyes.
I hadn’t noticed before, how come he takes such good care of his teeth at his age?
But when he opened his mouth again, his teeth had turned a slightly yellowish color, only slightly better than those of an average elderly person, and he was missing one tooth on each side.
Just as Lu Yusheng was wondering if he was overthinking things, he heard him interrupt from the side, "Do you need to use this... phone? Here, take it first."
"Alright, you can play for now. It's good to use your brain more now, consider it a way to prevent Alzheimer's."
She didn't dwell on it any longer, but instead walked past him and looked out the door.
Alzheimer's disease? That doesn't sound like a good word.
Sikong Zhaixing looked at what was in her hand... Although she had achieved her goal, she wasn't very happy.
But when he looked up again, he noticed Lu Yusheng gesturing towards the door, so he followed his gaze—
The man standing at the door was middle-aged and didn't look very robust, which is why she felt comfortable inviting him in.
Lu Yusheng explained, "This is the woodcutter I met on the mountain earlier."
After saying that, he turned around and poured himself another glass of water, then went to greet him, saying, "Brother, have a cup of tea."
She had her own plans. She knew the locals well, so she wanted to build a good relationship with them first to better manage her clientele later. Therefore, she treated them with great hospitality throughout the trip.
Unexpectedly, after everyone left, the old man, who had been engrossed in the game, quietly spoke up: "Why bother with him? You're just wasting a cup of tea."
"Sigh." Lu Yusheng sighed, "I need to open up new business opportunities. As you can see, business here is really not good. Although it's close to Hangzhou, it's quite a distance from the main road. If we don't make a name for ourselves soon, I don't know when we'll be able to open."
Sikong Zhaixing shook his head upon hearing this: "Young people are just young people..."
She didn't understand why the conversation had suddenly turned to this, so she humbly asked, "What are your thoughts, sir?"
"It's only a matter of time before your pavilion, which suddenly stands in the deep mountains, attracts attention."
Lu Yusheng was still puzzled: "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Does that mean everyone who comes here is a guest?"
She pursed her lips: "It can't be such a coincidence that the second one is a bad guy, can it? What do you think he does?"
Sikong Zhaixing finally raised his eyes, which had been glued to the screen: "He is thin but has a stable lower body, so he obviously has some martial arts skills, but they are just some rudimentary ones... Anyone who appears in a place like this is nothing more than a bandit or scout."
"It's one thing if it's truly the middle of nowhere, but is the Hangzhou government really that ineffective?"
She was also familiar with the geographical location here. Hangzhou might not be the economic center, but it was still an important city. Surely the surrounding defenses wouldn't be so lax.
The King of Thieves has a lot to say on this, but it's not appropriate to bring it up now.
After thinking it over, Lu Yusheng still had doubts: "Really? Grandpa, aren't you overthinking this?"
Sikong Zhaixing couldn't stand this: "You don't believe me? I'll go and bring him back!"
After saying that, he flew away like a gust of wind, leaving Lu Yusheng standing there in amazement.
She quickly called out to the system: "Is this a magical dimension or...?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the system responded: "According to your usual martial arts assessment system, it should be classified as high-level martial arts."
Gao Wu is also very powerful; his highest combat strength is probably close to being able to break through the void.
"So he just used light-footed skill?"
The system replied in her mind, "That's right."
Lu Yusheng hesitated for a moment, caught in a dilemma...
Based on the martial arts dramas she had watched before, she thought that if she got along well with an older, somewhat unconventional martial arts master, he might take her as his disciple.
Although his physique doesn't look very good, and he seems to have retired from the martial arts world, he might not be very good at fighting...
But even if he doesn't know anything else, learning light-body skills would be worth it!
She secretly made up her mind to take a chance and see if she could secretly learn some skills.
The middle-aged man was walking back at a leisurely pace when he heard a noise behind him. He instinctively turned around and was then acupunctured and carried away.
Luckily, his mouth wasn't sealed shut, so he quickly shouted, "Who are you?!"
The old man did not reply; for a moment, only the sound of the wind rushing through the air answered him.
The man was getting anxious. He caught a glimpse of Sikong Zhaixing's full head of white hair out of the corner of his eye, and called out again, "Old man, is there some misunderstanding?! I'm just following orders from the government!"
"Oh? What do you mean?"
Sikong Zhaixing indeed stopped in his tracks.
He then looked him up and down, unsure whether to believe him or not: "Why are you hiding your martial arts skills?"
It was good that there was room for discussion; seeing his softened attitude, the man felt relieved. So he went a step further and said, "I have my waist tag in my jacket pocket."
Sikong Zhaixing reached in with some skepticism. Although he had many ways to remove it without lifting a finger, he still held back in front of the suspected official.
After all, he was wanted by the Six Doors before, and Lu Xiaofeng repeatedly told him not to reveal his whereabouts before leaving, while he himself went to find the real culprit for him.
As the constable rummaged through his clothes, he explained, "Several villagers have come over these past two days saying that a haunted house has been erected on the mountain, completed overnight..."
So he was sent over to make a token appearance and check on the situation.
Ultimately, it was because the system did not distort other people's memories. One day it was an empty plot of land, and the next day a two-story building was built. This commotion could not be kept from the surrounding residents, and almost no one in the nearby villages dared to go up the mountain.
Upon hearing this, Sikong Zhaixing gradually loosened his grip.
Yes, this is something that even he, who prides himself on being knowledgeable and experienced, couldn't understand, let alone ordinary people.
Even the most skilled craftsman in the world doesn't have this ability.
And what she took out was even more unheard of...
However, he wasn't too concerned about the current situation. He recognized things like waist tags, and after confirming that everything was correct, he untied the person's acupoint.
"Thank you, it was all a misunderstanding. It seems the rumors were just that." The constable didn't press the matter further. Now that he had seen the situation for himself, he cupped his hands in greeting and simply left.
He was left alone, somewhat disappointed, on his return journey.
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"Senior—"
When Sikong Zhaixing returned with questions, Lu Yusheng fawned over him, even deliberately ignoring the other person who should have been brought back, all to appease him.
She led him to a seat and gentlemanly pulled out a chair: "Thank you for your hard work, senior. Didn't you say before that you were getting a little tired of rhythm games? I know one that's even more interesting."
As he spoke, he opened a game with a large black icon on the desktop.
Seeing her enthusiastic marketing, Sikong Zhaixing felt a little better, but still pretended to be serious and said, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? All I do all day is play games, play... What is this?"
After Lu Yusheng logged in, the screen changed several times before finally settling on the menu bar.
The option to "Start Game" is written in white with bloodstains, clearly indicating that this is a suspenseful horror mystery game.
Lu Yusheng remembered that when he had speculated about the middle-aged man's identity, he was quite knowledgeable. It seemed that he was an observant person and would probably be interested in this kind of thing.
So she explained and demonstrated at the same time: "This is a text-based puzzle game. There are various objects in the room that you can touch. Find clues by following the clues shown on the objects."
As she spoke, she tapped the desk, and the scene switched to a close-up of the desk: "Look, tap the notebook on this desk again later..."
As she clicked again, the little girl's diary was opened, and the enlarged lines of text filled the entire screen.
After demonstrating the whole thing, she added, "If you want to close this and find the next clue after you've finished, it's the same as closing the window in the previous game. Just click the 'X' in the northeast direction—those two intersecting diagonal lines."
The images on the screen changed with each tap of her finger. Although she was used to rhythm games, Sikong Zhaixing was still secretly shocked when she saw this scene.
...It's as if this little box really contains a whole world.
He was a very curious person, so he decided to ask anyway.
After organizing his thoughts, Lu Yusheng replied, "This is drawn. The people who made this game first drew all the images that were needed, and then transmitted them to this place in a special way. The images are then connected to form what we are playing now."
"oh--"
His explanation was half true and half nonsense, and after hearing it, Sikong Zhaixing could only try to pretend to understand.
At that moment, he had only one thought: he wanted it even more.
I'll take a look at the network cable she mentioned later and give it a try.
A note from the author:
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...it seems like it's been more than a few minutes.
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