Chapter 081 Eating Watermelon at the Food Court (9)
After Mo Qianhe saw the pattern on the button clearly, he looked at the dormitory manager with a serious expression, and without staying any longer, turned around and went up to the second floor of the dormitory.
There is a public area at the entrance of the second-floor corridor, with a table and a circle of comfortable sofas. It looks very suitable for players to gather here for meetings and exchange information.
There is a very wide window in the public area facing the circular square, so you can see everything happening in the square.
At this time, all the players who found part-time jobs in the copy confirmed the location of their dormitories and came to this public area, exchanging the information they had obtained in groups of three or five.
Seeing Mo Qianhe coming back, several people who knew him came forward to greet him.
Zhou Da was somewhat familiar with the reputation of Mo the liar, so he asked Pavilion Master Ji to help introduce him.
Ji Zehan asked first: "Didn't your benefactor enter the dungeon with you?"
Before Mo Qianhe could reply, Jiang Minxu spoke up in a sarcastic tone, "Since Pavilion Master Ji has agreed to bring someone over, you need to be more careful. Isn't it obvious that the owner of that bun shop is Liu Tang?"
Qin Zhengyi and Song Xiaoyan were both shocked when they heard this.
Qin Zhengyi murmured, "Liu Tang...how..."
Mo Qianhe smiled helplessly: "In the last instance, he made an exception and saved someone, but this time he's probably being targeted by the instance."
Ji Zehan wanted to make some defense to President Jiang, but was pulled aside by the wealthy Zhou Da to ask about the details of the bun shop: "That extremely arrogant owner of the bun shop, is he acquainted with you? Then why didn't he give us some backdoor access?"
Ji Zehan didn't want to reveal his relationship with Liu Tang to this person, so he just muddled it over with vague answers.
As for the fact that the NPC and the player knew each other, Zhou Dazhi accepted it very smoothly.
After all, he had lived in the "18th level of hell" for a long time and had seen everything.
Feng Xiansu ran out of the dormitory, ignoring the people in the public area. She ran downstairs holding her quilt and pillow, but found that the dormitory door was completely closed.
Zhou Youwei's eyes lit up when he saw his daughter appear at the door again.
Feng Xiansu wanted to stuff the quilt through the railings of the gate, but found that there was an invisible air wall on the door, completely isolating the inside and outside space, and nothing could pass through.
Mo Qianhe, who was on the second floor, was paying attention to Zhou Youwei's movements downstairs. Chairman Jiang took the initiative to discuss with him: "Staying outside the dormitory at night, who knows if it will trigger the death condition."
Mo Qianhe shook his head: "I don't know...but Liu Tang read this person's past, and based on those memories, he will definitely not have an easy time in this dungeon."
Jiang Minxu: "How do you say that?"
Mo Qianhe didn't answer but asked, "What's going on between you and Ji Zehan? Since we met in the game, your noses are not noses, and your eyes are not eyes."
Jiang Minxu smiled faintly: "Why are you as gossipy as Liu Tang?"
"It's just that it's not convenient for him to eat the melon now, so I have to eat it first and report to him." Mo Qianhe replied.
In the duty room, the alarm on the dormitory manager's wrist rang. She raised her hand to stop the alarm, methodically opened the transparent cover on the table, and reached out to press the green button with a special pattern on it.
Before Mo Qianhe and Jiang Minxu could get the answers they wanted from each other, the whole dormitory began to shake.
All the players present tensed up with alertness and began searching their system backpacks for life-saving items.
"Outside the window! Look outside the window!" Song Xiaoyan spoke to remind others.
Mo Qianhe turned his gaze to the window and saw that, except for the dormitory building where they were, all the buildings standing on the circular platform of the square began to move slowly outward.
Until it stopped at the outer extension of the circular platform, it suddenly turned 90 degrees and slid vertically below the plane.
"Liu Tang!" Mo Qianhe shouted as he looked in the direction where the bun shop disappeared.
Jiang Minxu comforted Mo Qianhe, saying, "Don't worry. I've observed before that after leaving the platform, those vendors can walk on the vertical cliffs below as if they were on flat ground. Liu Tang is also an NPC, so he should have this ability as well. He'll be fine."
Downstairs, Feng Xiansu and Zhou Youwei were also startled by the shaking.
They looked back and noticed that the depression in the center of the square had become deeper.
Especially the area close to the circular platform becomes extremely steep and smooth.
Zhou Youwei wanted to grab the railing in front of the dormitory door to prevent himself from slipping down, but he was blocked by the air wall. He had no point to apply force with his hands, and his whole body quickly slid along the smooth ground to the center of the square.
"Godfather!" Feng Xiansu shouted.
At this time, Mo Qianhe, who was standing on the second floor, looked at the square in front of him that was getting deeper and deeper. He thought of the button in the dormitory manager's duty room and murmured the category name of this copy: "Mortar Hell".
The square in front of me is no longer a square, but a giant mortar used for pounding rice.
Zhou Youwei, who slid to the bottom of the vat, was like a grain of rice waiting to be crushed.
Zhou Youwei tried hard to climb out of the deep pit, but he could not move forward no matter what.
The despair before death surged in his heart.
He had only entered the dungeon three times. He had neither the luck to draw a life-saving item nor enough points to buy one. He could only watch helplessly as the black hole-like circle above him got closer and closer to him.
Before Feng Xiansu in front of the gate could figure out what was going on, a huge dark object suddenly fell rapidly from the sky.
Only when everyone looked from the side could they see clearly that the light source that glowed during the day was only circular in cross-section, but was actually a giant cylinder.
The dark pestle collided with the bottom of the mortar, making a loud noise, and then they squeezed and rubbed against each other, making a harsh high-frequency sound that made everyone's nerves tense.
Zhou Youwei was crushed into a pulp without even uttering a scream.
However, his size was too small compared to the entire square. When the pestle returned to the air, Feng Xiansu looked through the dormitory door and could only see a vague dark dot in the distance, without any details.
The audience in the live broadcast room was so frightened that barrages of comments flew everywhere:
"Ahhhhh, this scene is so scary no matter how many times I see it!"
"My heart was pounding like a hammer."
"It's okay, it's okay. I died quickly. It's better than being tortured to death in some dungeons."
"Thank you, I feel comforted."
"Player Zhou Youwei has been eliminated. Please continue to work hard to clear the level."
Feng Xiansu's cries almost drowned out the system notifications, but no player came to the first floor to comfort her or persuade her to go back to the dormitory to rest.
The dormitory manager came out from the guard room and warned Feng Xiansu, "Please keep quiet and don't disturb other employees' rest. Otherwise, you will be expelled from the dormitory."
Feng Xiansu's crying stopped abruptly.
This wasn't the first time she had witnessed the death of a loved one.
Fear and hatred that had nowhere to vent surged in the girl's heart.
She put away the quilt and pillow, slowly stood up, and walked towards the stairs with her legs still a little weak.
Feng Xiansu has never had such a firm goal in her heart:
She wants revenge.
Take revenge on the one who started it.
Song Xiaoyan, who was standing on the second floor, felt relieved at this moment. She felt that the plan she had been planning for so long in her life finally had a real result.
At this moment, my childhood friend is still in front of me, and my enemy has been shattered to pieces. There is no better time than now.
Mo Qianhe looked carefully at the pestle that was slowly returning to its original position in the air, confirming that it was the light source that illuminated the entire copy during the day.
Its bottom will glow during the day, and at night it will become a tool to eliminate players.
It really makes the best use of everything.
Feng Xiansu came to the second floor and saw all the players sitting around the table.
Although others felt sympathy for Zhou Youwei's death, they had no intention of helping Feng Xiansu.
Only President Jiang took the initiative to stand up, walked up to Feng Xiansu, and asked, "Exchanging information is very important for surviving in the dungeon. Will you attend the information exchange meeting?"
Feng Xiansu looked at President Jiang with lifeless eyes and nodded hesitantly.
Qin Zhengyi remembered very clearly that Feng Xiansu had intentionally or unintentionally targeted her childhood friend Song Xiaoyan during her part-time job today, so she was particularly wary of her.
From the moment she returned to the second floor to the moment she sat down, Qin Zhengyi stared at the other person, fearing that she would go crazy because of her father's death and take her anger out on Song Xiaoyan.
Song Xiaoyan knew what her childhood friend was worried about and patted his arm soothingly.
Mo Qianhe spoke first, "From what I can see, this instance is clearly food-related. And there's a 'report' function in our communicator, which seems to want us to find any violations at each store."
"Did you discover any potential problems while working part-time today?"
Jiang Minxu was the first to share his knowledge: "The slag-shaped pancake shop where I work is obviously using the pancakes that were not sold out the day before, re-baking them overnight and continuing to sell them today. Perhaps this is a violation of the rules of the pancake shop."
Ji Zehan nodded and continued, "It's the same in our store. I found that many semi-finished products used in fried skewers have production dates that can be checked on the packaging bags. I confirmed that more than half of the semi-finished products have expired."
Qin Zhengyi and Song Xiaoyan looked at each other in bewilderment. They were busy working and did not pay special attention to whether the raw materials they used were expired.
Feng Xiansu spoke up, "My godfather discovered that the owner of the sweet water stall is probably married to the plum blossom cake stall owner. The owner of the milk tea shop seems to have an ambiguous relationship with the owners of the fried skewers shop and the shaved pancake shop."
When Zhou Dada heard this, he laughed out loud: "This Zhou Youwei is such a loser. Instead of studying hard and looking for a job, he's focusing on these boring gossips. He deserves his death."
Feng Xiansu looked up at her so-called "great-grandfather", who did not seem sad at all about the death of his nephew.
She didn't say anything more and lowered her eyes.
Feng Xiansu didn't have the energy to argue with this old man, she had to save her strength to do practical things.
Jiang Minxu disagreed with Zhou Da's argument and said, "There are many NPCs in this dungeon. If they have special relationships and vested interests, it might affect our ability to clear the dungeon later."
He then gave an example: "For example, today when Mr. Zhou Youwei got into a fight with the stinky tofu stall owner, he said the stall owner was trying to ruin the milk tea shop's business. If the stall owner had succeeded, the three players in the milk tea shop might not have received their rewards today."
When Zhou Da heard what Jiang Minxu said, he felt a little embarrassed and snorted coldly: "You are just saying alarmist things."
Mo Qianhe remembered the conversation between Liu Tang's silly nephew and him today and reminded him, "The stinky tofu vendor seems to want to cooperate with the sweet water vendor. You all should pay attention tomorrow."
"You're just worrying about nothing." Zhou Dada said as he stood up and went back to his dormitory without saying goodbye to anyone else.
Anyway, he has already handed over the task of clearing the level to Pavilion Master Ji, and he will help him pay attention to any key points. He is too lazy to waste time here.
The rest of the people felt that they had exchanged almost all the information, so they gave each other some instructions and went back to their rooms.
Mo Qianhe paid attention to the direction everyone left and found that everyone's dormitory was on the second floor or above.
His brows furrowed slightly.
If everyone lives on the upper floors, the space in the dormitory manager's duty room will be very limited.
So, what is the remaining space on the first floor used for?
He didn't come to any conclusion and returned to the empty dormitory, feeling lost.
Although he had just been separated from Liu Tang for a while, he was still very uneasy when he saw the bun shop where the other person was flipping towards the cliff.
He used the communicator to send a message to the steamed bun shop employees, circled the boss, but received no response.
I don’t know what happened to Liu Tang.
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