Lu Xingyun: Gao Di should get the president a navigation robot, preferably one that can lead him around.
Wen Yuning: Haha, so thoughtful!
Fang Zhiyou: ...
Yuan Qingli: What exactly is the situation?
Amidst the others' lighthearted banter, Yuan Qingli's words appeared all the more serious.
Bo Zijin pondered for a moment, then looked up, taking in the surrounding layout. She then calmed down and listened to the voice from the unseen figure.
To reiterate, not overlooking a single detail.
Yuan Qingli: If you can't see, it could be a hallucination; more accurately, your eyes might be being blinded. Go back downstairs and ask the doorman where room 8000 is located.
Bo Zijin: What a coincidence. I didn't see anyone else besides myself when I came up.
Bo Zijin: This residential area is deserted; I haven't even seen a skeleton.
Yuan Qingli: Have you been to the seventh floor? Look up where 7000 is. The layout of these buildings is mostly the same.
The group was quiet for about 8 minutes before Bo Zijin replied.
Bo Zijin: The seventh and sixth floors are the same; there are no room numbers ending in 000.
Yuan Qingli: Then let's do something simple and straightforward.
Lu Xingyun: ?
Wen Yuning: How brutal? I'm suddenly interested.
Fang Zhiyou: That suits your personality.
Yuan Qingli: Shout in the hallway, "8000 landlord, your takeout has been delivered! The louder the better!" Since the other party wants to receive the goods, they will eventually come out after hearing the shout.
Lu Xingyun: It just means you'll strain your voice a bit more.
Yuan Qingli: If all else fails, we can ask the people who made the noise for help.
Bo Zijin: I'll give it a try.
At this point, it seems there's no better way.
Moreover, apart from the eighth floor, the other two floors were completely silent, eerily so.
Although the screams were like surround sound, they also gave him a sense of security, a sense of security in recognizing his direction.
Bo Zijin chose a central position, cleared her throat, and with the imposing manner of speaking through a megaphone, shouted: "Mr. Lyon of room 8000, your takeout has arrived! Please come out and sign for it."
Inside the cold, quiet house, Bo Zijin's voice could be heard as she ran back and forth.
"Come and sign for it." "Sign for it." "Received." "Okay."...
Bo Zijin's shout wasn't entirely in vain; at least it echoed in the corridor, and someone responded.
"Brother Zhang... listen... that voice is coming again!" The woman was clearly startled by Bo Zijin's loud shout, and you could almost see her trembling.
However, after revealing their identities, the other party seemed less afraid.
"Brother Zhang, this delivery guy has such a nice voice, he must be a really handsome guy."
"What are you focusing on? What are you thinking? Stop being a fangirl in this situation." Brother Zhang rolled his eyes helplessly, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Isn't Leon, number 8000, the boss of this dungeon?"
"Yeah, that delivery guy is so brave, delivering food to the boss. So, the question is, where is he?"
The three of them fell into deep thought.
Then, a deep, pleasant voice sounded in my ear, carrying a hint of coldness, polite and distant.
"You can't see me, and I can't see you either."
"Who? Who's speaking!"
"I'm a food delivery person," Bo Zijin replied. "Could you please tell me where room 8000 is?"
The person on the other end became suspicious: "Can't you see house number 8000?"
"yes."
Why should we help you?
"When you're in a dungeon, having more friends means having more options. We can help each other out. Since Leon is the boss in your dungeon, I can provide any assistance you need." Bo Zijing's voice always had a convincing quality.
Brother Zhang calmly said, "We've never seen you before, so why should we believe you? Who knows if you're just a phantom sent to mislead us?"
Bo Zijin had expected this. He slowly closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "You said earlier that the boss was hiding. If I'm not mistaken, one of your tasks is to find him?"
“That’s right. You guessed it!” The girl who had been called a fangirl earlier responded instinctively.
Brother Zhang: "You idiot, don't expose yourself so quickly!"
Fangirl: "But I think he's right, mutual help is the key. We don't even know what the boss looks like, where are we supposed to find him?"
At that moment, Bo Zijin felt that an opportunity had come knocking.
“Tell me where room 8000 is, and I’ll tell you what Lyon looks like.”
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