You don't decrypt at all do you?

The broadcast sound fell, and the faces of some players turned blue.

The ones with the ugliest faces were the tall, thin, and the tall, short, and strong, who were the first to write "get rich at first sight, and the world will be peaceful" on their hats.

In order to conform to the setting of black and white impermanence, they chose hats of different colors.

It was this seemingly smart decision that put them in different camps in the game.

"The Bureau of Wands."

So the role of the inscription on the hat is here.

Qi Yuming showed a solemn expression, and looked at the players in the black hat group.

There are two male players, one of whom is short and strong, and the other two are the pair of sisters.

"Woc has started!!!"

"Wand of Wands! I'm on edge!"

"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"The ones in front are all perverts, right? What's there to be happy about?"

"That's right! The Game of Wands has a monitoring system, and some factions within the players are against each other. If someone passes the level, someone will be eliminated and sent down! Sooner or later, they will conflict on the task, plus the game's own death trigger mechanism, shit!"

"Complex mood, want to see but don't want to see"

"I'm a little worried about Zhu Wen, he still has too little experience compared to other players"

"Go to the old lady, I have to hand in the task."

Zhu Wen picked up his hat and said.

This is the only way to do it now. After all, there is no further instruction from the game broadcast, so they can only go back to find the old lady who gave the task.

Qi Yuming nodded, thankful that both he and Zhu Wen chose white hats.

Although he emphasized life and death before entering the game, but Zhu Wen is a junior after all, if it is because of the internal settings of the game, Qi Yuming will not feel comfortable even if he passes the level.

Except for the tall and thin one who hesitated, all the players in Bai Wuchang's group followed Zhu Wen out.

004: hope people are okay

The old lady closed the door and saw no visitors.

When Qi Yuming saw the message thrown on the counter of the tourist registration center, he took a subtle look at Zhu Wen.

He felt that the old lady probably held a grudge against Zhu Wen.

Oh, or maybe I guessed wrong.

"..." Qi Yuming opened his mouth, then shut it again.

At this moment, the players from the Heiwuchang group also arrived.

As soon as they entered the door, the old woman came out from the inner room and beckoned them to go in and talk.

Throughout the whole process, the old woman only glanced at Bai Wuchang's group, and then her eyes fell on Zhu Wen and said "Humph!"

Qi Yuming: "..."

He sighed, and patted Zhu Wen on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, maybe..."

Zhu Wen turned to look at him, and interrupted: "The old man holds grudges too much, and he is so troublesome, he will not live long."

Qi Yuming: "..."

He was worried that the ass Zhu Wen would be scared because of being targeted by an NPC!

"What is written on the paper?"

The tall, thin man who followed a few steps behind adjusted his mood temporarily, and asked questions with his head probed.

"Looking for something."

Zhu Wen scanned the words on the message with translation software and said: "Our performance props are lost, we need to find them."

"Did you mention what exactly you're looking for?"

"I didn't say it."

Zhu Wen responded coldly, and changed the subject: "I also left a key for us. The place where we live at night is right next door, that gray two-story building."

"It's still early." Qi Yuming took the conversation and looked at the sky outside: "It seems that it will take two or three hours before it gets dark. Can we... huh?"

Zhu Wen pulled him.

Qi Yuming looked at Zhu Wen with questioning eyes.

Zhu Wen didn't speak, his eyes fell on Qi Yuming's abdomen.

The latter reacted, waved his hands and said softly, "It's fine if you don't exercise vigorously."

He didn't mention the injury explicitly, worried that there might be radicals among the players.

Zhu Wen understood, nodded and said: "Then look for it separately, and gather here in 3 hours."

"can."

Others have no opinion.

They've all played around in the game. Although they don't have a clue what to look for, everyone has a rough idea in their hearts.

The player is a stage actor who is set in the plot and invited to perform, and the content of the performance is linked to the traditional oriental culture, so the props must also have oriental elements.

Although this is a small town imitating the ancient oriental architectural style, there are many disturbances, but it is not helpless.

The players of Bai Wuchang's group checked the time displayed on their mobile phones, and agreed to meet here when the time displayed on their mobile phones was 7:[-] pm.

...

...

The town is neither big nor small. It belongs to the kind of level where ordinary people feel tired after walking around.

Zhu Wen turned into the alley, looked up and looked around.

There are windows open.

There are clothes hanging on the balcony.

Trash cans on the side of the road...

Zhu Wen stepped forward to open one and took a look inside—tsk, no garbage sorting.

There is no smell in the trash can, it was just thrown away not long ago.

In other words, except for the shops on the streets of the ancient town, the residential buildings behind are all inhabited, and they are all inhabited at the moment.

Zhu Wen picked a family and knocked on the door.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk..."

As soon as the knock on the door fell, the TV in the house stopped.

There were footsteps.

Zhu Wen leaned over to the window, and before he had time to look in, someone from inside drew the curtains with a "swish".

this attitude.

The sense of separation from the festive atmosphere on the street dressed up to welcome the art festival is too heavy.

Leave it alone.

A door can't stop Zhu Wen, but right now the pre-game plot is fragmented, so it's obviously inappropriate to waste time here.

He turned and left, continuing down the alley.

The further you go, the narrower and darker the alley becomes.

A snow-white owl stopped on the telephone pole, turned its head 180 degrees, and looked at Zhu Wen with a "cuckoo".

Zhu Wen looked up.

Looking at Zhu Wen for a moment, the owl flapped its wings and flew deep into the alley.

Zhu Wen raised his foot forward, not following it on purpose, but he planned to circle around it.

The owl stopped on the trash can in the corner, hooted at Zhu Wen, then spread its wings again and flew away.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Tsk, this looks like a trap. Is this Zhu Wen short-hearted?"

"Close your anus in front! Focus on watching!"

"Damn my heart is beating so fast! Oh no, I don't have a heartbeat, it's okay"

"It's still reckless, coming to such a remote place alone"

Zhu Wen stepped forward to open the trash can, picked up the trash bag inside and threw it aside, and then said "Huh?"

Under the garbage bag, there was a wooden block the size of a third-order Rubik's cube.

Zhu Wen took out the things and fiddled with them for a while.

The small wooden block is exquisitely made, and it is certain that it is hollow inside, and it will make a muffled sound when shaken, and it probably contains something.

The interior should be made of concave and convex surfaces that fit together, without normal openings.

Zhu Wen turned around and walked out while holding the things, while groping for an entry point on top.

Of course, violent demolition is not difficult, but this thing is very delicate, it is a pity to smash it.

"Ah, open."

In just a few minutes, Zhu Wen figured out the correct order to remove the components on the wooden block.

He put the pieces of wood into his pocket, and looked at the ancient silver...pocket watch in his palm?Oh, no, it's a necklace.

Zhu Wen pressed the switch, and the necklace cover popped open, and an old black and white photo was embedded inside.

The woman in the necklace stares at the camera at an unknown year and month, freezes her smile at that second, and looks at Zhu Wen through the long years.

In an instant, the breeze in the dark alley suddenly stopped, the narrow alley was stretched and twisted, and the color blocks that entered the scene were mixed and reorganized.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Where's Director Zhang? Still in the operating room?"

"Here's a child! Chemical burns! Parents are away, brought here by a little boy!"

"...?"

When Zhu Wen looked up, he found that the scene in front of him had changed from a cramped alley to a bright and busy hospital.

He turned his head to leave, but was grabbed by the hand.

A nurse looked at him anxiously, and said very quickly, "Son, where are your parents?"

Before Zhu Wen could reply, the nurse adjusted her expression, and said in a slow and persuasive tone: "Your sister's condition is a little serious, and the doctor is treating her urgently."

"Where are your parents? Further treatment may require surgery, and the guardian's signature must be required. Be good, don't be afraid. Do you remember your parents' numbers? My sister will help you contact them."

"...G"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I said that Zhu Wen shouldn't take such unknown things! It's over!"

"Psychic attack is outrageous!!!"

"Although...according to the routine, this is Zhu Wen's past?"

"It's suspended, I hope people are ok ("

005: Haha

Zhu Wen began to grow rapidly after the age of 16.

He thinks this has something to do with Jiangling raising him like a precious animal after joining "Echo".By the time he turned 18 last month, his growth rate had gradually slowed down, stopping at 182 centimeters.

Jiang Ling expressed optimism about this, thinking that Zhu Wen might be able to grow a little longer.

Closer to home, no matter how you look at it, Zhu Wen should never be a "child" in the nurse's mouth.