Global Crisis: Doomsday is coming once a week

In a room in the teacher's apartment of Ganshui University.

"What are you going to do?"

Mu Chenyi's voice was a little trembling and a little excited...

Just now, after Murong Xiner dragged him into the room, she began to take off her clothes.

Under the other's heavy coat, there was a set of tights that showed her figure, coupled with the other's angelic face.

Which innocent little virgin can withstand such temptation?

"I will stay with you for the next period of time. Tell me all the scenes you predicted!"

When Murong Xiner was almost left with underwear, Mu Chenyi still didn't dare to look and turned his head away.

"Okay!"

Murong Xiner's voice sounded, and when Mu Chenyi turned his head, Murong Xiner had changed into a set of loose home clothes.

The tights and thick coats taken off by the other party had been put into the space bracelet.

Seeing this, Mu Chenyi was a little disappointed and relieved.

"I can't explain the content of those two death scenes. At one point, I thought I was killed by someone."

When it comes to business, he also shows a serious face.

"You told me before that you predicted that you would be killed by a man. I sent you the list of the internal staff of the Chinese Doomsday Management Bureau and all the players in China. Did you get anything?"

Murong Xiner took out the desk and drove to the opposite side of Muchenyi's bed. She sat on the chair of the desk and asked with a pair of beautiful eyes looking at Muchenyi.

"No gains. I didn't find this person at all."

Muchenyi shook his head.

During this period, he also looked through many lists, but none of the player introduction photos in them could match the appearance of the man who killed him.

So, this man may not exist in reality!

Or, even if he exists, the other party is not a player of the game [Doomsday].

Muchenyi told Murong Xiner about the two death replays in detail.

And Murong Xiner also took out paper and pen from the space bracelet and recorded on the table.

After the recording was finished, Murong Xiner looked up and asked:

"You predicted two different locations, right?"

Mu Chenyi squinted his eyes and recalled for a while before speaking; "It's really different!"

The first time he was on the side of the street. Although the scene he saw was limited, it was still on the side of the road in the city.

The second time he was in a stinking ditch. Although it was also in the city, it was obviously different from the background of the first time.

According to his physical feelings at the time, his legs seemed to be crippled and he was dumb...

Combined with his identity as a beggar at the time.

This was the lowest point in his life!

After listening to Mu Chenyi's explanation, Murong Xiner fell into deep thought. She tapped the pen in her hand on the notebook and fell into distress.

"This world-destroying copy is different from the last [Moonfall], it should be a special copy!"

Murong Xiner stopped tapping the pen.

"Special copy?" Mu Chenyi was puzzled.

"Well, special copies will limit most of the skills and props of the players." Murong Xiner explained, "So special copies usually have very special copy content."

"After the Doomsday Copy began, many special copies appeared, and it was only seven months since the last highest level, that is, the Doomsday Special Copy of the Destruction Level."

Murong Xiner said this and wrote a few words on the paper with a pen:

[Death Train]

Death Train? Mu Chenyi looked at the line of small words above.

Murong Xiner nodded and explained:

"This is a special copy of the doomsday with a level of destruction seven months ago. At that time, all players who entered the Death Train were not allowed to use any skills and prophecies, except for prophecy skills."

"In this copy called the Death Train, all players were placed in a carriage similar to a high-speed train. Each person occupies two seats..."

"And this copy is also regionally blocked. Each carriage represents a region, and each carriage is different from each other. Unlike the usual doomsday that lasts for a month, the basic task of the Death Train is to survive for seven days, and then you can successfully leave the [Death Train] Doomsday and return to reality."

"Survive in the carriage?" Muchen Yi was a little surprised.

"Of course it's not that simple!" Murong Xiner added, "In addition to the basic task of surviving, the Death Train also has a special task, which is-"

"Pretend not to see the weirdness next to you!"

At this point, perhaps seeing Muchen Yi's doubts, Murong Xiner continued: "Each player occupies two seats, but this does not mean that they can sit in two seats. It's because next to each player,There is a weird thing sitting next to you that you can't touch, but you can see and hear!"

"These weird things will try to make you see it, and once you show a little bit of the state of seeing it, this weird thing will swallow you up in one bite!"

"So difficult?" Mu Chenyi's scalp tingled.

There is a weird thing sitting next to you that you can see but can't touch, but you have to pretend that you don't see it for a week?

"Players die in all kinds of strange ways. Most players wake up and are shocked by the weird thing moving on their faces. There are also players who return to their seats after going to the toilet and see that the weird thing has occupied two seats. They don't know where to sit and are exposed. Some players pretend to sit on it, but are startled by the weird's deliberate screams, and then exposed..."

"In short, various ways of exposure have led to a very high mortality rate in this doomsday. In the end, no one can crack the source of the doomsday, and because except for the prophecy players, all other players have lost their skills and become ordinary people. So many of the players couldn't use their skills and could only die with hatred. "

Murong Xiner slowly narrated the doomsday tragedy in the [Death Train].

Hearing her description of the Death Train, Muchenyi also recalled his first two death replays.

In the death replay, it seems that the future body can't use any skills?

Let alone using skills, the future body's feet are crippled and its voice is hoarse.

"What was the last special copy? I mean it's not a doomsday of destruction." He asked.

"The last special copy?" Murong Xiner recalled for a while before speaking, "It was a twelve-player werewolf killing game called Cupid."

"Werewolf killing?" Muchenyi's eyes twitched fiercely.

What kind of doomsday copy is this?

"Well, the copy of this game is to divide twelve players into a group, because Cupid's wolf killing mode has a third-party board, so the twelve players are divided into three camps. "

Murong Xiner explained: "Through a game of Werewolf, if one camp wins, all the players in the other two camps will die!"

"Because the death rate of this game is not as high as that of a doomsday, it is judged to be a catastrophic doomsday."