Chapter 2, Level 8 (2) Ghost Wall
Gao Mengtang's ears hurt from the screams: "Please, be quiet."
Drunk girl: “You, you, you, what are you doing!”
Gao Mengtang: "Put the teddy bear away. If you guys step on it... Hey, put me down!"
"What teddy bear? That's a corpse! A corpse!" He Lun collapsed and shouted. He put his hands under Gao Mengtang's armpits and dragged him up another floor as if he was escaping for his life.
The floor just now was the 6th floor, so now it should be the 7th floor.
After seeing a corpse once, no one dared to push open the iron door this time. After hesitating for a while, they decided to go up one more floor, directly to the 8th floor.
"Open the door, no matter what," said the pharmacist.
No one moved.
The fat guy with the ID number "946 Lumberjack" panted and said, "Drunkard, you were very brave just now, go open the door."
857 The drunkard rolled his eyes and said, "Provocation doesn't work on me. If a fat and ugly person like you provokes me, I will just do the opposite."
This made Fatty furious, and he rushed over to fight, but was stopped by He Lun. The scene was in chaos, and only someone in the crowd could be heard saying weakly: "Stop arguing, stop arguing. The door is open."
Gao Mengtang had already squeezed through the crowd and opened the iron gate.
A corpse with its head blasted apart lay in his arms.
If one had the leisure to examine them carefully, one would find that the two bodies were exactly the same, right down to the clothes they wore, the way their heads exploded, and even the bloodstains left by the splattering blood.
The first time you see it, it's a thriller; the second time, it's suspense.
Gao Mengtang put the body away. This time he learned from his experience and did not touch the head.
"The two bodies are exactly the same." The 343 archive administrator closed his eyes and frowned, as if recalling something. "Every detail is exactly the same as the previous body in my memory."
The drunkard cursed and pointed: "Look at the floor."
On the wall opposite the staircase, there is a floor sign with an Arabic numeral written on it: 1
They are on the 1st floor.
How could I still be on the first floor after climbing so many stairs?
The player quickly went downstairs again. The iron door was covered with advertisements. He pushed it open and the body fell into his arms. Everything was so similar.
The sign on the wall reads: 1
Another floor down, same iron door, same body, same number "1"
Go up three more floors.
Still the number "1".
The red number "1", a simple vertical line, hangs in front of the players like a spell.
1st floor. 1st floor. Always 1st floor.
After running up and down countless times, Gao Mengtang was the first to protest: "I'm tired! Running around is fruitless, why not calm down and think about what kind of game this is."
"Mr. Blind has a point," said the pharmacist. "This is obviously not an ordinary building. We can't get through it by simply climbing the stairs. Let's go to the corridor and take a look. Mr. Blind, can you walk in front with me?"
The pharmacist grabbed Gao Mengtang's hand and pulled him up. The two of them stepped over the corpse and entered the corridor first.
The corridor is in the shape of a Chinese character "U", with two households on each of the four sides, for a total of eight households, numbered 101-108.
The body fell at the door of Room 108, and Room 108 was next to the stairwell door. So, once the stairwell door was opened, the body would fall down.
Except for the corpse with a blasted head, everything else in the corridor was normal.
Various small advertisements: infertility, oral liquid for height growth, lock opening and replacement. Old shoes thrown at the door, a pile of cardboard boxes, and garbage bags that were not thrown away.
Dirty and messy corridors are common in multi-family buildings, such as university dormitories.
The corridor was dimly lit, dusty, shabby and dirty, as if it had been abandoned for more than a decade. It was hard to imagine that there were people living here. After walking in, the player unconsciously held his breath and observed carefully.
The door next to me suddenly opened.
There were screams again, jumping up and down. The shouts could blow the roof off the house. Gao Mengtang was squeezed in the crowd and wanted to cover his ears, but he felt it was impolite and held back.
A person walked out of room 104.
He didn't respond to the player, picked up the garbage bag next to the door, and walked out with an expressionless face.
From the outside, Resident 104 is just an ordinary person, with one head, two arms, and two legs.
But the more normal things appear in this strange corridor, the more nervous they make people.
After waiting anxiously for a while, nothing unusual happened. It seemed that the resident of 104 just went out to throw away the garbage.
They circled around, stepped over the body again, and returned to the stairwell. Nothing happened. They went up one more floor.
This time when I opened the door, I saw a red number "2"!
2 is closer to 8, they are closer to clearing the level! The players exclaimed, not caring about the fallen bodies. Everything in the corridor is almost the same as on the first floor... or... exactly the same.
The way the flyers are posted, the location of the garbage dump, those dirty, smelly shoes... everything is the same.
Except that the floor number becomes "2" and the resident numbers become 202-208, everything else is exactly the same as the 1st floor.
This time, a person who looked exactly like the resident of 104 came out of 204, picked up the same bag of garbage, and walked out along the same route.
Same stride. Same numb expression.
The archivist frowned in thought. "There are too many details. I can't write down every one of them. The first three households and the resident of 204 are exactly the same as the first floor, as if they were copied and pasted."
"How about we go up one level and have a look?" suggested the pharmacist.
The player was clamoring to leave, and Gao Mengtang suddenly said, "Wait a minute. There's a smell of blood there. I haven't smelled it before."
The direction he pointed was a pink shopping bag, placed in front of the door of 208.
The corridor was dark in tone, and the cherry-pink shopping bag seemed to be on another layer, quite abrupt.
Pharmacist: "There shouldn't be this shopping bag on the first floor. The cherry blossom pink is bright in color. If there was one, we should be able to remember it."
The drunk girl scratched her head. "We were so scared that we were screaming and howling. How could we have the energy to observe a shopping bag? Maybe there was one on the first floor, but you overlooked it."
Pharmacist: "But Mr. Blind said he didn't smell blood on the first floor."
The drunk woman: "You smelled it wrong. The shopping bag is next to the body. It's the blood on the body that smells."
Gao Mengtang shook his head: "I won't make a mistake."
He is a vegetarian and only eats the lightest foods with less oil, salt and seasoning. He does not drink alcohol, milk tea or any other drinks with strong flavors.
More than twenty years of habit have made him extremely sensitive to smells. He can tell by a person's body odor whether he had a feast of fish and meat or more vegetables the night before.
For example, now, Gao Mengtang can accurately capture the fishy and salty body odor of Fat Brother, the smell of alcohol on the drunkard girl, and the pungent smell of chemicals on the pharmacist.
What he liked most was the scent of grass mixed with tea leaves on the grazing rabbits.
Gao Mengtang held onto the wall and moved step by step to the corpse. He smeared a little blood on his nose and sniffed it: "The corpse doesn't smell of blood. Otherwise, I wouldn't have mistaken it for a teddy bear."
After he reminded them, the players also came closer to smell it, and there was no strange smell at all.
"The bloody smell only comes from here." Gao Mengtang pointed at the garbage bag, "I haven't smelled it before. This place is different from the first floor."
Gao Mengtang's confident attitude was trustworthy. The pharmacist put on rubber gloves, opened the garbage bag, looked inside, and immediately closed it with a "swish".
"A dead cat," said the druggist.
The archivist screamed, took two steps back, and hugged the little rabbit in his arms.
The seven people quickly left the corridor and returned to the stairwell. The stairs going up and down stretched out before their eyes, and the cold moonlight shone in from the window on the corner platform.
Go upstairs or go downstairs?
The pharmacist stepped onto the stairs and said, "Let's go up one more floor."
Squeak——
The iron gate opened.
The bright red, eye-catching number "1"
"Fuck!" The fat lumberjack was so angry that he yelled, "Fuck his grandma, what kind of game is this? Sometimes it's 2 levels, sometimes it's 1 level, damn it, I——"
"Shut up, you idiot!" The drunk yelled back even louder, "What are you yelling about? Who among us let you into the game? Why are you swearing at us?!"
Fatty was so angry that his entire body was shaking: "I'm going to chop you to death first!!"
A buzzing chainsaw appeared out of thin air in his hand and he chopped down the drunkard's head.
"Watch out!" the pharmacist yelled, throwing a red splash bottle at the drunken woman's feet.
The smell of alcohol was so strong that it made people drunk. The drunk girl's eyes quickly turned red and she kicked the woodcutter to the ground.
The electric saw pierced into the wall of the stairwell, and the concrete blocks were crushed like tofu and splashed everywhere.
The lumberjack was very strong, but the drunk girl was even more terrifying. She kicked Fatty in the face three times.
After the first kick, Fatty groaned and his arms hung limply; after the second kick, his facial bones were cracked and his eyeballs popped out; after the third kick, his entire head was crushed into a pancake like a stuffed puff, and his white brain matter flowed out.
The accident happened within ten seconds. The onlookers didn't even have time to scream. They stared at the fat corpse in shock.
System: "946 lumberjacks have died, the game has failed."
"Remaining players, 6 people."
The voice of the system brought everyone back to their senses. The archivist screamed, the little rabbit jumped into Gao Mengtang's arms again, and He Lun's legs were too weak to stand, so he slid down to the wall and sat on the ground.
Even the drunk girl herself was shocked. She pointed at herself and then at the fat man's body: "I, he, he, he attacked me first! The fat guy took out a chainsaw and wanted to chop me! The corridor is so narrow and there are so many people crowded together. The chainsaw may hurt you by mistake. I am eliminating the scourge for you!"
"Calm down, calm down." The pharmacist patted the drunk girl on the back. "It's also my fault. I saw the lumberjack was about to attack you, and I was afraid you would get hurt, so I threw an attribute-enhancing splash bottle at you."
The drunk girl grabbed the pharmacist's arm, like she was grabbing a life-saving straw, and immediately threw the blame: "Did you hear that? The pharmacist strengthened my strength, which is why I accidentally killed the woodcutter!"
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at Fat Brother's body, nor willing to look at the drunken girl.
"I have an estimate of my strength!" The drunkard girl turned around and shouted to everyone, "The attribute of a drunkard is to gain extremely strong combat power in a short period of time. I originally reserved some strength, but the pharmacist had good intentions but ended up doing something bad, so he let me kill him. You all heard it, right?"
She screamed and woke up the little rabbit, who curled up into a ball and arched his back in her arms.
Gao Mengtang patted the rabbit and said, "Alright, calm down. It's normal to die in a game. Just because the world of Black Tower is realistic, you can't treat it as reality."
A word awakens the dreamer. This is just a game.
Just a very realistic holographic game.
Death in the game does not mean real death.
The solemn atmosphere was lightly broken by Gao Mengtang, and the players felt that they could breathe again. But when they saw the unrecognizable body of the lumberjack again, the details were so real that they were beyond the limit of imagination, and an idea came to their mind.
Is this a game or another reality?
The players were unwilling to come into contact with the body of the lumberjack, so they went up another level.
"Why do you say that death in the game is not real death?" asked the pharmacist.
Gao Mengtang walked at the end and lowered his voice so loud that only two people could hear him: "I think the lumberjack is really dead. What do you think?"
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