You don't decrypt at all do you?

District 11 management officer: "...?" What?This is your home?I'm the guest, right?

But he couldn't say that.

After all, this is the... brother of the great No. 1 executive?

Just brother?

The administrator of District 11 couldn't figure it out, pouted and shook his head.

...

...

In the game scene

The mob had been looking for people in the vast snowfield for seven or eight hours, and their mentality began to gradually collapse.

"...Where can this person go? I'm so stupid! Why are there nowhere?" Mob A couldn't take it anymore, stopped and waved his hands, "I don't think these feet are my own anymore."

"Take a rest and sit down." The short mob responded, a little flustered.

It took a total of 12 hours, and now only half of it is left. If no one can be found...

He didn't dare to think about it, and turned his head to look at Mob D, who had been holding the boarding bag and followed the end of the line to study for several hours: "How is it? Do you see any flowers?"

"Hard to say."

Mob D shook his head, squatted down while resting, and put a pile of debris on the ground that he couldn't hold with both hands. He took out a flashlight from his pocket in broad daylight, and shined it back and forth on the things for a while.

Then, she raised her head and said, "It seems that there is something, which one of you has a knife?"

She gestured and said emphatically, "It should be smaller."

"Here!" The short mob dug out a delicate, palm-sized dagger with a handle from the warehouse and threw it at her: "Can it be used?"

Mob D: "Yes."

After answering, she lowered her head and continued to ponder.

The short mob didn't bother to look at it, anyway, he went back and forth through the pile of broken things that had been buried in the snow for an unknown number of years, and couldn't come to any valuable conclusions.

On the other hand, Mob D ran around when he was beating the "Snowman". It would be good if he didn't make any troubles before and after. He couldn't count on her to help; I didn't expect to be very patient with a pile of garbage. After a few hours, I saw her fight , I guess I really figured out something.

"...Can it be done? Just scratch like this?" Mob A squatted in front of Mob D, seeing her holding a dagger and starting to scratch, he couldn't help but said: "This thing can't be done again, you Be careful."

"I know." Mob D responded, noticing that his teammates were not at all, he threw a thermos bottle to mob A, and explained perfunctorily: "The scratches on it are not signs of use at all, look at other things , also have similar lines.”

Mob A held the thermos bottle and said "huh?", then lowered his head to look at what Mob D wanted.

But after looking at it for a long time, he still felt that it was a simple trace of use, just a small scratch with no regularity.

Mob D raised his eyes during his busy schedule, and seeing Mob A's confused face, and even brought Mob B along with him, he was speechless for a while.

Afterwards, she leaned over to take the water bottle, made two marks on it with a dagger, and then continued: "These two marks are the 'use marks' on that small iron box," she pointed to the water bottle that she had thrown on the snow. The small iron box in the ground, "combined to form words."

Mob A: "Text?"

He blinked blankly, looked down again, and then doubted himself: "This is fucking text?!"

"You can't see it doesn't mean it's not a word, brother." Mob D responded speechlessly, talking about a small country in their world hidden in the corner of the world map, and then spread his hands: "Tribal language, it's a bit like a painting. , I’ve seen similar ones at the teacher’s house before.”

"Then..." When Mob A heard that place, he felt that the game was over: "Then do you understand this thing?"

Mob D pouted: "I don't understand."

Mob A split: "Then what's the use of fighting it?!"

"It's better than sitting and yelling like you?"

Mob D took the kettle back: "The thing I saw at the teacher's house, I know the general meaning of it. The language is also regular, at least there are references now, you should be glad that we don't have to start from scratch. And that kind of backward In the tribe, words are not the main means of communication, so the meanings that can be evolved are limited, which narrows the scope for us.”

Mob A was a little embarrassed by what was said, and paused for a while.

Afterwards, he hesitated and said, "Do you have the confidence to untie it?"

Mob D: "No."

Mob A: "..."

Mob D: "Try it."

Mob A didn't answer, and turned to look at the short mob.

What can I do?

Just try it.

"Should I say it or not, it's all good."

"The previous??????? Is this considered good?"

"Damn it, I've seen a round where the attacking side scored an average of 9. Have you ever seen an alien text deciphered on the spot? I've learned a lot since then."

"????what??"

"I seem to have seen such a scene in a movie ("

Seeing that mob D has a clue, the rest of the mob didn't get up after resting enough and said to continue walking.

After all, I've been looking for it for a long time without thinking, and it's not too short of time.

……

On the other side, Stephen and Tom were already sleeping happily in the cabin.

Don't say anything else, just talk about the food left by Zhu Wen Jishuang, they won't starve to death for a while.

Stephen lay on the ground with Erlang's legs crossed, and kicked Tom with a smile: "You said that this round is over, will the audience re-roll?"

"None of my business."

Tom hugged a big white radish and bowed his head to carve a rabbit, "It's their business to reopen, what are you worrying about?"

"You can't say that." Stephen sat up awkwardly, smoking a cigarette: "Isn't this uncommon? Just talking about myself, I only encountered one reopening before and after, and the reason is quite outrageous. Ah, just Because they felt that I didn’t cut the game hard enough, and didn’t give way to the attacker.”

It was true that Stephen was joking, but when he mentioned it, he felt uncomfortable: "Why don't they think about cutting it off for me again, is there any way for me to survive?"

"That's what I said." Tom laughed: "You can reopen it when you die, can you reopen it if the attacker is dead? Besides..."

He straightened his back, held up the big white radish and looked at it for a while, then lowered his head and continued to carve rabbits: "Besides, it can't be reopened at any time. Think about it for yourself. When we were still attacking players, there were some in the real world. Have you heard about the reopening?"

Stephen: "Not really."

It's not like he didn't think about it when he first encountered it, but he couldn't figure it out after a while.In addition to this kind of rules, even if it is figured out, so what?Don't they have to obediently follow the arrangement of the game and continue playing?

So after a long time, he didn't want to think about it anymore.

In other words, it's not just him. After all, if there is no hope for a long time, who would like to waste that brain cell?It’s better to play a few rounds of games if you have such a leisurely mood. It’s meaningless to lose or win after a long time, as long as you can accumulate points.

As soon as Stephen thought of this, he heard Tom say: "When the time comes, I hope Wen Jishuang returns, so don't tell them about it."

Stephen said "Huh?" and asked, "What?"

Tom threw the big white radish when he heard the words: "You are an idiot, you really showed yourself to me!"

He gave Stephen a blank look, and said "tsk": "The two of you obviously have a different mentality from ours. It's okay to tell them what are we doing with the law of lying down? Disgusting others?"

Stephen Yile: "You are quite considerate."

Tom snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Don't talk to Stephen, you'll be an idiot.

Stephen also followed with "Hmph!", not choking, or simply "Hmph!" when he was free.He wasn't as thoughtful as Tom, but he didn't feel bad about it, anyway.

Even if Tom didn't mention such a word, he might not be able to remember what he was thinking about today when Zhu Wen and the others came back, let alone further consider whether to explain to Zhu Wen and the others.

Anyway, everyone can understand things like rules after just playing around, not bad for his sentence or two.

……

The mob had been waiting for mob D for more than an hour.

Seeing that there are less than 3 hours left, no matter how stable the mind is, it is impossible to sit still.

"I'm not sure it's right."

Mob D suddenly raised his head, and said with a serious expression: "No one of you can understand this anyway. I just followed the professor in the school and came into contact with this kind of... out-of-the-way stuff for a while. I really can't guarantee it."

"Tell me!"

Mob A urged: "We don't understand anyway, this matter can only depend on you, if it doesn't work, just take it as fate."

"Row."

Mob D moved over with the small iron box in his hand, pointed to the pile of things that had just been engraved on the back of the iron box, even if he took off Mob A's head, he wouldn't think it was a text, and said: "If I understand correctly, this It’s probably a ritual, to find something.”

Mob A answered: "It's similar to the crooked online saying 'if the cat is lost, put a pair of scissors under the pillow'...?"

After finishing speaking, mob A slapped his thigh: "What a guy! I said why the remaining time of the game has suddenly been reduced to 12 hours! Who else can you find with this thing! Just fix this set of feudal superstitions? Yes! Just fix it This set of feudal superstitions is not enough!"

"It doesn't matter where Zhu Wen is at that time! He has to come after we're done, or we'll know his location, isn't that what you mean?"

When mob A said this, he stroked his chin and said, "Wonderful!"

The short mob nodded, and finally there was some joy in his expression, "Indeed, he must be here anyway! Let's do it!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at mob D and asked, "How do you know? Is there any... Curse, spell?"

"That's the problem."

Mob D scratched Dong's itchy face: "If I understand the steps correctly, there is no problem at all. But..." She pointed to the thing engraved on the small iron box, and said awkwardly: "I won't Read this."

Mob A became numb at once: "Not at all?"

"No...not." Mob D frowned and said, "The pronunciation habits are different, and some sounds cannot be pronounced without practice."

To sum it up.

Mob D raised his head, feeling a sense of relief as he did his best to obey fate: "I can only try, there are still about 3 hours, even if I try hard, I have to try it out!"

The rest of the mob: "That's what it means!"

They surround Mob D and want Mob D to tell them what the fuck this superstition is all about.

After figuring out how this bullshit superstition works, they have to straighten their tongues and read out this underworld text.

In short, there is no time to delay.

After about 50 minutes...

“…………Yes, that’s how you read it, right?”

The mob finished their superstition very unconfidently and looked at each other in blank dismay.

After waiting for a while, there was no reaction from the surroundings, and they knew that their master had jumped in vain.

"try again!"

The short mob gritted his teeth, and looked at mob D: "How did you pronounce that sound you just said? I think I just said the sound of my mother's voice."

Mob D: "That's right, I'll stroke..."

The flow of time didn't speed up or slow down, it just walked at a regular speed.

The mob tried more than twenty times, but to no avail.

Until their high-intensity jump to No.20, the dark sky suddenly brightened, and the sun penetrated the thick clouds and hit their feet, and a golden spot fell on their feet.

"...It's, it's done?!"

Mob A froze for a moment, but hadn't reacted yet.

It wasn't until the golden dot didn't go anywhere, but turned around and moved forward under their feet, that the mob yelled, "Grass! It's done! It's done!!"

They lowered their heads and looked at the golden dots on the ground with bright eyes.

The golden dot went straight ahead, and the mob followed suit.

Everything is very beautiful.

happyend is just around the corner.

until……

The golden dots slowly rise and start to go up.

"...???"