Chapter 9, Level 8 (9) Your skin doesn’t seem to be in good condition. You need a face mask…
After checking everything, the pharmacist said there was nothing unusual and that we should go upstairs.
Back in the stairwell, He Lun and Gao Mengtang walked side by side behind him. He muttered something like "I still feel that there's something wrong with the small advertisement on door number 4". Suddenly, a person spoke right next to his head. The voice was light and ethereal, like a ghost, and he almost jumped in fright.
"You come downstairs."
He Lun took several steps back: "Brother, don't scare people silently!"
Before he finished speaking, Gao Mengtang raised his index finger, put it in front of his lips, made a "hush" gesture, pointed downstairs, and repeated softly: "Go downstairs."
He Lun also lowered his voice: "Why?"
"I don't trust the pharmacist," Gao Mengtang said frankly, "What about you? Do you trust me or him? I advise you to go downstairs. If you make the right choice this time, you can pass the level when you reach the 8th floor."
He Lun smiled: "Brother, but your eyes..."
Gao Mengtang was stunned for a moment, then hung his head sadly: "Yes, I can't see clearly again."
A blind man cannot find anything unusual. His opinions seem to have no reference value at all.
Gao Mengtang did not try to persuade him again, and He Lun did not take it to heart. No one could understand what a blind man with a mental value of 999 was thinking.
He was so immersed in the joy of passing the level that he forgot about the abnormality in the advertisement. In He Lun's eyes, the stairs that were repeated endlessly like copy and paste looked like a flower path surrounded by colorful flags and sprinkled with golden light.
The night outside the window also became gentle and charming. The white iron door separating the staircase and the corridor attracted He Lun to rush over and open it.
Even though he knew that after opening the door, a corpse would fall into his arms, he was still overjoyed, as happy as a pilgrim seeing the golden light at the church door!
It’s time to pass the level!
it's over!
Heron rushed up the stairs, his light body seemed to have grown wings, and the door was pulled open with the accompaniment of the bearings "squeaking". A smile appeared on his cheeks.
1st floor
The smile froze on his face. Heron stood still, falling from heaven to hell in an instant.
"1st floor! Why is it 1st floor! Damn game!" the drunk girl cursed.
He Lun took two steps back and looked at the people around him, as if he was in a dream: "It should be the 8th floor. There is something wrong with this game, it won't let us out at all! There is something wrong with the game!"
The two people were extremely shocked and would rather believe that there was a bug in the game than believe that they made the wrong choice.
Gao Mengtang went in first, groping with his hands, moving step by step to the door of Room 104, touching the small advertisement on the door.
The surface of a complete advertisement is relatively smooth. The surface of a torn advertisement has residual glue and some rough paper fibers.
To the touch, the ad is intact.
"It's really different here. We should have gone downstairs." The drunk girl stood behind him, chewing tobacco.
Anger, doubt, sadness.
After calming down, the pharmacist bowed deeply to them and said, "I'm sorry. Reading the memory file consumed too much mental energy. I made a mistake."
He Lun was sitting on the ground dejectedly, grabbing his hair. When he heard the pharmacist say this, he interrupted him quickly: "Pharmacist, don't say that. You contributed the most. You distributed the potions to us and burned your own IOU to read the files. We all remember your efforts. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't even be able to reach the 7th floor..."
The pharmacist pushed up his glasses and said, "...Thank you."
He Lun tried to save his face: "Besides, the memory files are incomplete, so it's normal to make mistakes when reading them."
"You're fawning like a dog. How disgusting." The drunken girl cursed in a low voice.
She pulled a crushed pack of cigarettes from her pocket, took out the only remaining cigarette, and turned the empty pack over, as if she believed that a cigarette would fall out of the empty pack.
"Little pretty boy, do you smoke?" the drunkard asked, and then answered to himself, "I don't even eat meat, let alone smoke."
She tore open the cigarette, threw the tobacco into her mouth and chewed it.
"No fire?" Gao Mengtang asked.
The drunken woman responded with a sniff.
*
After resting for a while, the four of them gathered to discuss and make a new plan.
The pharmacist said that the file keeper died before the file was completed, which resulted in some confusion and incompleteness in the file. They could not fully trust it.
During the game, remember as many details as possible, and refer to your own judgment when something unusual occurs.
The four of them went upstairs again.
I spent more than two hours looking at this U-shaped corridor and was able to remember a lot of things. This time it went relatively smoothly.
But something was off about the atmosphere.
"The spirit value dropped so fast," He Lun took a deep breath, a little out of breath, "it has dropped back to 50 again."
Before setting off, the pharmacist gave everyone a bottle of spirit recovery potion. When they came up from the first floor, their spirit values were all above 60 points.
In less than half an hour, 10 points were consumed. The speed was almost twice as fast as before.
The Hundred-Eyed Wizard's resurrection speed has also become much faster. It used to be 15 minutes, but now, the corpse starts to twitch after staying on the same floor for 10 minutes.
He Lun: "The official information said that as time goes by, the difficulty of certain game copies will gradually increase. It seems that we are unlucky and encountered one of the 'certain game copies'."
We can't waste any more time. If they go back to the first floor, the situation will become even more difficult.
Tension, rapid depletion of mental energy, psychological pressure and other factors combined together, when looking for abnormalities, I fell into deep self-doubt. Everything I saw seemed wrong, but everything seemed right.
Pharmacist: "The novice copy won't be particularly difficult. If I'm not mistaken, there should be only one abnormality on each floor. When we find an obvious abnormality, don't rush to leave. Remember the other correct places on the floor. Repeated memorization will increase the accuracy rate."
Drunkard Girl: "But don't stay too long. The Hundred-Eyed Wizard will be resurrected."
The pharmacist said "hmm".
Floor 5. When I opened the door, I saw the word "injustice" written all over the door of Room 508 in blood.
He Lun: "We have discovered this anomaly!"
Pharmacist: "Except for the door of room 508, everything else should be correct. Remember it carefully. Blind man, you stay here and stare at the body, okay?"
The purpose is to make Gao Mengtang a living target to prevent the Hundred-Eyed Wizard from attacking other people after his resurrection.
Gao Mengtang nodded.
After his teammates left, Gao Mengtang sat shoulder to shoulder next to the corpse, waiting bored.
After his parents and brother passed away, Gao Mengtang lived alone in the countryside. He rarely interacted with friends and, except for himself in the mirror, he never saw a living person all day.
After being alone for a long time, Gao Mengtang developed the habit of talking to himself, sometimes to the flowers, trees, and small animals, and sometimes to his parents' graves.
The enemy rabbit was still in his arms, but Gao Mengtang wanted to talk to someone more. Even a dead person would do.
"Brother Corpse, how did you die?" Gao Mengtang leaned his head against the wall, looking at the ceiling.
"Oh, he was crushed by the wooden warehouse. I can see that. It's a bit pitiful."
"My parents and brother are also dead. Their bodies have just been dug up." Gao Mengtang raised the little rabbit in his arms and said, "You evil rabbit, why did you have to dig my family's grave when you could dig anywhere else?"
This situation is quite scary.
A man with a face as handsome as a spring flower, and a slightly messy hair that seemed to exude fragrance, sat next to a corpse that had rotted and turned black, with the skin and flesh shrunken and only a handful of dry bones left, and talked incessantly.
He Lun was mentally polluted when he saw this: "...A blind man and a corpse can even chat together?"
Drunk Girl: "Don't look at him. Remember what the corridor looks like. I don't want to go back to the first floor."
As they chatted, Gao Mengtang felt a little sleepy. He had worked all night to finish his manuscript, and before he had time to catch up on his sleep, he traveled here. He yawned, "I care a lot about skin care. Lack of sleep is bad for the skin. Oh, by the way, I brought a few facial masks when I traveled here."
He rummaged through his pockets when he heard suppressed sobs.
"I feel so wronged."
"I shouldn't have died."
The jaw of the corpse opened and closed on the verge of dislocation. It was hard to imagine how he could make a sound with only a chest and neck made of bones.
"I shouldn't be the one to die."
"I feel so wronged."
Amid sobs, the corpse stood up. Flesh grew on the dry bones, cheeks became plump, and eyes emerged from the fascia: "If only I could see clearly, it would be fine."
The Hundred-Eyed Wizard has been resurrected.
But this resurrection is a little different from the previous ones.
Soon, Gao Mengtang gave himself a reasonable explanation. There was an abnormal point on this floor. The word "injustice" was written in blood on the door No. 8.
This should be a special anomaly that will trigger a special plot. The Hundred-Eyed Wizard who was resurrected on this level is also special.
As expected, the Hundred-Eyed Wizard did not attack anyone. As soon as he stood up, he staggered forward, scaring his teammates.
The affectionate reading voice of "Monster Book" appears: [How unjust it is for him! This absurd mistake has cost him his life!]
[It shouldn't be him who should die!]
Gao Mengtang signaled to his teammates not to come closer... In fact, no one dared to get close. The pharmacist, He Lun and the drunkard girl huddled in a corner, not daring to move, for fear that the Hundred-Eyed Wizard would target them.
The Hundred-Eyed Wizard was clearly not interested in the players. His legs and feet were not very agile, but his back as he struggled forward revealed a sense of unwillingness and anger.
He came to the door of Room 4.
"I shouldn't be the one to die." The Hundred-Eyed Wizard cried.
"Damn it, it's you."
He raised his fist and pounded on the door. Eyes popped out on the back of his hand and arm.
"It's you. It's you. It's you."
Boom, boom, boom.
"It's you."
[The one who should be shot is the occupant of Room 4!]
[Poor kid, the reason for his death was kind of stupid.]
Room 4, the uncle who comes out to take out the garbage.
Gao Mengtang couldn't bear to see the Hundred-Eyed Wizard crying so hard that he wanted to wipe his tears, so he reached out and touched his face.
His whole body was covered with eyes, and every eye was shedding tears.
Gao Mengtang couldn't see clearly, nor could he imagine that the Hundred-Eyed Wizard looked so ugly. He just felt that the Hundred-Eyed Wizard's face felt bumpy, with one bump after another.
Probably acne.
"Your skin doesn't seem to be very good. I'll give you this mask." Gao Mengtang took out a mask, a little reluctant. He was poor, and this mask was quite expensive for him. "Just consider it a gift from me to you. See you in three minutes."
Teammates who watched the whole process: …
Isn't this right?
The system prompt sounded in Gao Mengtang's ears: The Hundred-Eyed Wizard's [Piety Value] for you has increased to 60, which has reached the minimum standard. You can try to save him!
: Friendly reminder, the higher the piety value, the greater the probability of successful salvation. And salvation requires the completion of the pre-task.
: After the salvation is successful, the Hundred-Eyed Wizard will become your loyal [follower].
Gao Mengtang was very happy and no longer felt sorry for the facial mask.
But what he and his teammates didn't notice was that the little rabbit who had been sleeping soundly in Gao Mengtang's arms just now widened his dark little eyes and stared at the Hundred-Eyed Wizard for a long time.
Now, the little rabbit closed his eyes again, kicked his legs and went to sleep.
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