Chapter 100: Don’t read it, it’s a bad review
Clarinte didn't want to continue the topic.
"Hey, you haven't told me yet, what day is it?"
"The next day, just arrived yesterday."
“I see…”
Clarinte nodded, glanced at the players within his sight, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"So weak? You haven't played many games yet, right?"
Lin Jiu nodded: "This is only the fourth time."
"Only the fourth time? You're already matched with the highest-level dungeon in the novice zone before the advanced players are even confirmed. You're really unlucky." Clarint said, shaking his head and clicking his tongue three times. "That's tragic! I'm afraid many people will die."
Lin Jiu didn't say anything.
Seeing his extremely flat reaction, Clarinte was not surprised, but he still asked, "Why didn't you react?"
Hearing this question, Lin Jiu looked at him strangely.
"Why would you react? Isn't it normal for people to die?"
“…Alright.”
Clarinte couldn't control his bad temper. In just a second, he calmed down and put on a smile again.
"Take me for a walk, it's a good opportunity to catch up."
"No." Lin Jiu refused decisively.
Clarinte, however, wasn't about to give up. "Why? Because of work? Don't worry, no one will give you any trouble with me here. Besides, if someone comes along, you can just kill them."
Clarinte had a point.
Lin Jiu could notice that the boss had not looked at him since Clarinte approached him, and the guests around him also kept away intentionally or unintentionally, not daring to look at Clarinte.
There was nothing around them.
After all, when Clarint transformed into his original clone, his aura was so strong that even Lin Jiu subconsciously tensed up.
If it wasn't because he was someone he knew, Lin Jiugao would have just taken out his knife and hit him first.
"I'm busy." Lin Jiu said.
Seeing this, Clarint stared at him and pondered for a moment.
"So, I can follow you, right?"
"casual."
Lin Jiu put his hands in his pockets and walked away.
Clarint tugged at the strap of his backpack and followed.
He walked quickly to Lin Jiu's side, bent down slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Are you investigating this supermarket?"
Hearing this, Lin Jiu glanced at him.
"What do you know?"
Clarinte shook his head. "I only know that this supermarket closed for a while and recently reopened."
Hearing this, Lin Jiu thought of the two new notes he had discovered today.
It seems that the owner of the note is much earlier than the owner of the diary.
"Could this be the supermarket you came to before?" Lin Jiu was referring to the one that Clarint went to in the last landlady copy.
Clarint shook his head. "No, the supermarket was already closed at that time."
"oh."
Lin Jiu didn't say anything else.
After two seconds of silence, he suddenly asked, "Do you know anything about the game producer?"
When this question came up, many people's eyes widened in surprise.
For a moment, countless eyes were focused on Clariant.
At this time, someone at the Blue Star Ghost Story Headquarters had already prepared to record the situation.
What was unexpected was that before Clarinte opened his mouth, the screen in the live broadcast room suddenly started to freeze and finally went black.
Hundreds of millions of viewers looked at the words "Live broadcast room under maintenance" on the screen with different expressions.
It is obvious that the game officials do not want them to know too much information.
For a moment, invisible fear spread among the audience's hearts.
Blue Star Ghost Story Headquarters.
The leaders of various countries had different expressions. Xia Minghai frowned and looked not very good.
Although the black screen prevents them from knowing what is happening inside, it also makes people think of some bad things.
"Let's wait until the players come back." Xia Minghai said.
Lin Jiu will definitely bring back this information. Instead of worrying here, it is better to wait until Lin Jiu comes back.
After Xia Minghai spoke, other leaders also turned their attention back to the live broadcast rooms of various countries.
At the same time, in the world of ghost stories.
“I know. Didn’t He tell you?”
"Do you think I would ask you even though I know it? I'm not a fool." Lin Jiu said with a slight smile, but paused subtly at the end.
"So..." Clarint gave Lin Jiu a meaningful look and asked, "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Just curious." Lin Jiu said lightly.
In comparison, this information may be more important to people outside.
Unexpectedly, a prompt box suddenly popped up at this moment.
[Blocked, blocked.]
Seeing this, Lin Jiu frowned slightly, but soon relaxed again.
In that case, it’s not too late to talk about it after we get out.
Clarint looked at Lin Jiu, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long while, he spoke, "I can only say that the existence that created the rules of the strange game is very powerful."
"Very strong?"
"Yes, better than me, and even better than Ryan," Clarin said. "He really likes games. All I know is that He found out about this Rule Strange Talk from somewhere, and then He created this game."
If these words were heard by people outside, it would definitely cause an uproar, but Lin Jiu's reaction remained calm.
A game that was created just because it was fun, right?
So they are just "testers" chosen to see if the game is fun?
To be honest, Lin Jiu didn't feel anything particularly emotional. Although this answer did surprise him, that was all.
He did not feel the slightest bit of fear of being at the mercy of higher life forms.
Rather, Lin Jiu felt that he was excited.
"Then do you know..."
"Hey, stop." Clarin raised his hand and interrupted Lin Jiu. "I can't answer this question for you, so don't ask me."
Lin Jiu slowly closed his mouth.
He wanted to ask about the information of the prompt producer, but he was interrupted by Clarint as soon as he opened his mouth.
Okay.
Lin Jiu had guessed this would happen when Clariant didn't tell him the details about the game producer, but he didn't expect Clariant to say nothing this time.
It seems that prompt producers have a higher status than game producers?
Lin Jiu lowered his eyes and began to think seriously.
Clarint on the side looked at him with a smile on his face, but that smile was somewhat meaningful.
When the two of them finished the topic, the picture in Longguo's live broadcast room returned to normal.
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