The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 763 What Color Are You 1
Obviously, this is a narrow and dark alley.

Behind it is dark and twists and turns, I don't know how long it is, but the width can accommodate two of them walking side by side.There should be a street more than ten meters ahead, which is quite noisy.

[You have 10 minutes to check your belongings, remember to read the rules, rookie! 】

"Where are the rules...?"

Lan Shuying looked down at herself, her clothes had already been changed.

The upper body is wearing a medium-thick sky-blue shirt, a pair of ankle-length canvas overalls, and cheap slippers of the same color as the shirt.

He also carried a dilapidated leather bag that might be cracked at any time, which seemed to contain something.

This is what the main system does.

Killing games often don't let questers use Aboriginal bodies.

The system will randomly generate a body for them before the game starts, and will provide automatic dressing service.

Taskers need to adapt to the environment here.

So as not to cause disturbance among the aborigines, or expose themselves in advance.

Now, there are only 5 minutes until the game starts.

Lan Shuying quickly rummaged through all the pockets on her body.

Empty, empty, still empty... Finally, she felt a hard, cold piece of metal from the left trouser pocket.

This is a key.

There was a row of letters printed on the side facing her, and numbers that seemed to be room numbers on the other side.

The system automatically translated that line of text, it is called "Adventurer's House".

"Sounds like the name of a hotel." It also has the style of a certain chuunibyou game.

Lan Shuying shook her head.

She has not received any memory of this body.

This means that if she still can't find out which door the key should be inserted in the lock, then she is likely to sleep on the street tonight.

Next, check to see what strange things are in the purse.

Thinking of this, her fingers had already opened the buckle of the broken leather bag without hesitation.

First of all, a pile of scattered coins was found. They had different denominations, including banknotes and coins. The total added up was three hundred yuan.

Lan Shuying paused, silently keeping this number in her heart, and thought of an important question: How many days does it take?

The second discovery was a letter, which was tightly sealed.

Lan Shuying tried to tear it open, but the system gave a cold reminder: This item cannot be opened.

"OK then."

Since it cannot be opened and read, it should be a task item.

She has to put this letter in the right hands, get more information, help herself survive here better, and hunt down other questers.

However, the reality of the situation is difficult.

Because there is no address on the envelope, um, no contact information.

It only had the recipient's name on it: Julius.

"Do you think this is the era of flying swords to send messages?" Lan Shuying couldn't help complaining.

Even if Feijian sends a message, it has to lock on the recipient's breath.

Here, she doesn't know anyone, she doesn't even know who she is, and she wants to send the letter to someone exactly based on just one name?Oh, it's better to dream and come sooner.

She didn't even know the other person's last name.

It would be fun if she ran into the street and yelled "Julis" and there were several people scrambling for the letter.

Honglian couldn't come out, but she could chat with her, and answered weakly: "At least we can know that Julius should be a woman's name..."

"Maybe."

Lan Shuying shrugged, and took out the last item in the purse: a stone slightly bigger than a quail egg.

In most places, it is no different from ordinary stones, or even uglier.

But occasionally you can see crystal clear things.

Is this... some kind of rough stone?

She paid special attention to the notes given by the system:
[Name: An Unpolished Rough Diamond]

[Function: Please explore by yourself]

[Remarks: Are you sure you know its true value? 】

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Lan Shuying pouted.

At this point, the belongings seem to have been checked.

She even reached out and pinched the coiled hair on the back of her head to make sure there was nothing more hidden inside.

Now, there is 1 minute left in the countdown to check your belongings.

Lan Shuying poked her head out of the alley to look at the situation on the street.

People come and go, but it is definitely not a prosperous modern metropolis.

The aborigines have different hair colors and deep facial features. Everyone wears clothes similar to hers. They should be based on durability and comfort, and don't care much about style and color.

Casual clothing, disheveled appearance, lazy pace, and the sadness, decadence and confusion in the eyes...

These elements combine to cast a gray tone on the whole block.

A little boy came from the other side of the street with a thick stack of newspapers in his arms, selling his goods to people along the way, but not many people bought it.

"Hey, please, come here!" Lan Shuying waved to him.

As soon as her words are spoken, they automatically become the language here, anyway, she sounds quite pleasing to the ear.

The little boy's eyes lit up, and he ran into the alley quickly: "Do you want to buy a newspaper?!"

Lan Shuying shook her head and asked, "Do you sell maps here? I need to know more about this place, the more detailed the better."

"Sell! But it's much more expensive than newspapers."

"how much is it?"

"Uh..." The little boy avoided her eyes with little confidence, "Ten... 15 yuan."

"Give."

Lan Shuying pointed out the coin at this price and handed it to him, signaling him to hurry up and pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other.

"Can you give me a newspaper?" She looked at the stack in his arms and asked lightly.

The little boy hesitated.

But after she said "Any day is fine", his expression relaxed, and he pulled out a crumpled newspaper from the bottom - it is said that it was sold out yesterday, handed it to her along with the map, and then ran out .

Honglian was a little melancholy: "The price seems a bit high, but there are only three hundred in the bag..."

Lan Shuying flipped through the map, imprinted many details of the city into her brain, and said casually, "He made a false report."

This sentence is like piercing the truth directly: we were slaughtered.

Honglian was slightly startled: "Then why..."

"Because I don't want to waste time with him."

【time up! 】

[I believe that you have a general understanding of the items you are carrying in these 5 minutes. Someone may have the same items as you, or they may be different... Oh, that's not important! 】

[It is important to keep in mind the rules announced below, if you violate them, congratulations! 】

Lan Shuying narrowed her eyes slightly, finally waiting for this link.

【rule】

[Article [-]. Players are prohibited from disclosing their origins. If you want to get help from the aborigines, please choose a convincing method, such as...]

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