Game of Destiny: This player is different

Xinghai City, Xiangyang High School, Class 6, Grade 2.

It was time for school to end, and the classroom was bustling with people, as noisy as a vegetable market.

Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival, and everyone is discussing how to spend the three-day holiday.

While sorting her schoolbag, the study committee member Fu Xiaodie talked to her deskmate: "Hey, boy, do you have a date during the holiday? Do you want to go to the underwater world together?"

The 17-year-old boy named Qin Nuo straightened his face when he heard this: "First, my name is not Hey, my name is Chu Yuxuan. Second, I am not a casual person, it is not that easy to date me."

Hehe, if you are Chu Yuxuan, then I am Murong Yunhai.

Fu Xiaodie rolled her eyes, ignoring this old joke from twenty years ago, and nudged him with her elbow: "Seriously. My aunt gave me two tickets to the Underwater World, it would be a waste if I don't go."

"Well...but I really have something to do."

Qin Nuo showed an embarrassed expression on his face: "I have to interview for a part-time job later. If nothing unexpected happens, I will be very busy within three days."

"Aren't you a tutor?" Fu Xiaodie wondered.

Qin Nuo sighed: "You only regret not having enough money when you need it. I just paid the rent and the budget is in deficit. I can only take advantage of the holiday to take a temporary job."

"Oh, so that's it. What are you going to do? Hand out flyers or act like a puppet?"

"Master of ceremonies at the crematorium."

...

Fu Xiaodie's expression froze, and her beautiful eyes stared at Qin Nuo for a long time before she stammered: "Are you... kidding?"

"Am I a joker?"

Qin Nuo said very seriously: "There is a basic salary of 300 yuan for hosting a funeral. If you can persuade the family of the deceased to buy spirit tablets and high-end urns, there will be additional commissions. Unfortunately, I was a step too slow and didn't get the job of carrying corpses for 1,200 yuan a day."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on a recruitment website. The title was - [Xinghai City Happiness Crematorium is in urgent need of a large number of temporary workers, cash daily payment, interested parties call 144XXXXXXX].

Fu Xiaodie seemed to have black lines falling from the corners of her eyes.

It's actually true. When did the crematorium business become so popular?

Wait, there have indeed been a lot of accidental death news recently.

And the death methods are all very strange.

For example, last month, a salesperson of a large decoration company crashed into a window to prove to customers that his window was indestructible.

The window did not break, but he crashed out of the frame and fell from the 24th floor with the solid glass, smashing into a pulp.

For another example, half a month ago, two hot-blooded ghost fire boys agreed to ride on motorcycles to collide with each other in order to compete for a girl they both had a crush on. Whoever dodged first would give up.

Then neither of them dodged and died together.

According to insiders later, the girl did not like any of them.

For another example, ten days ago, a tiger lover tried to express his piety to the tiger in the zoo.

So he climbed over the fence when the staff was not paying attention and tied a wreath around the tiger's neck.

As a result, he was bitten to death.

There are so many news like this that the general public in Xinghai City is almost numb.

No wonder the crematorium is recruiting temporary workers. There are too many dead bodies to burn, right?

At this time, Qin Nuo had packed up his things and patted Fu Xiaodie, who was still in a daze: "Why are you in a daze? It will be dark if you don't leave now."

"Oh, okay."

"Don't forget to close the door. The teacher specifically told me to do so."

"Got it!"

Fu Xiaodie carried her schoolbag, walked out of the classroom in small steps, and closed the door.

Bang!

The front door of the No. 15 bus closed.

Qin Nuo, holding a plastic bag, wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, took out his student ID card and swiped it to get in.

The Happy Crematorium is located in the West District of Xinghai. Starting from Xiangyang High School, you can take the No. 15 bus directly to it.

The journey is quite long as it needs to cross the distance between two large urban areas.

Qin Nuo found a seat by the window, took out the egg-filled pancake from the bag, and ate while browsing the forum to pass the time.

[A stick-shaped flying object was photographed in the suburbs of Dongcheng District, suspected to be a new type of UFO!]

[A villager picked up a mysterious yellow ice cube, and it is rumored that licking it can cure all diseases! ]

[The light bulb in the nursing home flickered for no reason, and the 985 top students were helpless. ]

The main page of this forum called Zibuyu is filled with a large number of water posts with explosive titles, but in fact the content is empty and cannot withstand logical scrutiny.

However, the flaws do not outweigh the merits.

Occasionally, there will be supernatural posts on the forum that are deliberately concealed by the authorities and not reported by the news media.

Qin Nuo quickly browsed through ten lines at a glance, and then he saw a new post posted ten minutes ago.

The poster ID is Ms. Luo, a new account at LV1.

The content is roughly about her husband, the programmer Mr. Luo, who took the last bus home after working overtime three days ago.However, he didn't get home until the morning.

When she called, she was told that the other party's phone was turned off.

Anxious Ms. Luo called the police immediately.

According to the attendance records of Mr. Luo's company, he clocked out at 21:20.

After walking for half an hour, he arrived at the bus stop.

While waiting for the last bus, he sent a message to his wife.

If that was all, this post would be considered an ordinary missing case and would not be attractive.

But Ms. Luo said at the end of the post that the police suddenly changed their attitude after retrieving the surveillance video near the bus stop.

Not only did they not actively track down her husband's whereabouts, they also rejected Ms. Luo's request to view the video.

And warned Ms. Luo not to post relevant missing person information on social platforms, and just wait patiently at home.

Ms. Luo said that her accounts on Chaoxin, Xiaohongshu, and Weibo were restricted from logging in, and she registered a forum account with her husband's identity information out of desperation.

She hoped that this famous spiritual forum in Xinghai City could help her find her husband's whereabouts.

After reading it, Qin Nuo looked up at the route map in the car.

Why?

Because Mr. Luo also took bus No. 15!

"It can't be such a coincidence?"

Qin Nuo clicked refresh to see the netizens' replies.

As a result, a 404 page replaced the original content.

After logging out, searching for Ms. Luo's ID, it directly displayed [No such user].

"It's a bit strange."

He muttered silently, put down his phone, and looked out the window.

At this time, the sky was already rendered by dusk.

The highway was lit up with bright lights, like a lace running through the whole city.

The bustling street scene and the vehicles coming and going symbolize the vigorous vitality of this Chinese economic center.

It's just...

Qin Nuo frowned slightly when he thought of the recent absurd and bizarre news that seemed like accidents and urban legends.

As a self-proclaimed sociology expert, he keenly captured that there seemed to be an invisible hand behind all this.

Was it a secret experiment of alien creatures or a hidden underground organization creating panic?

Just as he was thinking, a rustling sound of electricity suddenly sounded in his mind.

[It was detected that the user number 2017XXXX1314 met the qualifications, and the novice player trial will be opened soon..]

[Opening, please wait...]

[Destiny Game Novice Trial-Midnight Bus, opened successfully]

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