A Midnight Escape Story for Farmers

The down stairs were unexpectedly long, and it took me a while to reach the end.At the end was a half-open double door, through the door, the eyes suddenly opened up, Fang Shiqing froze with his mouth open.

This... doesn't look like an underground place at all.

The blue sky and white clouds above the head, surrounded by a courtyard wall of blue bricks and red tiles, and the small streets paved with blue stones are full of people. At first glance, it seems to have returned to the old Jiangnan water town.

On the side of the road, there are people setting up stalls at regular intervals. A piece of plastic cloth is spread on the ground, and various commodities are placed on it.

However, what caught his attention immediately was not the dazzling array of goods, but the strange people passing by on the street——

Passers-by are dressed in strange clothes one by one.Some wear medieval-style leather armor and long swords, some wear robes and jackets, some wear pointed wizard hats and long cloaks... more are exaggerated costumes like cosplay costumes... …Not far in front of him, several girls dressed like magical girls and holding magic wands walked over talking and laughing.

"What's going on here?!"

"How about it, isn't it terrible?" The uncle said proudly, "This is the legendary black market, where there are everyone and everything!"

... Compared to the black market, Fang Shiqing felt that this place was more like a different space.

"I still have something to do. You can go shopping by yourself. Just go back the same way after shopping. Remember not to miss the bus at four o'clock!" After the uncle finished speaking, he patted him on the shoulder and left, leaving him alone. In the middle of the street.

It's useless to just be in a daze, Fang Shiqing forcibly collected his thoughts, walked to the nearest stall, and began to look at the products displayed by the stall owners.

As a result, looking at it this way, he couldn't help but fell into a new round of shock:

There really is... everything here.

In some stalls, there are all kinds of knives and firearms, in some there are bottles and jars marked with the words "magic potion", some are various chemical products, and there are also various strange biological tissues. There are even strange and weird living creatures in cages... It is dizzying, as if many things from different worldviews have been put together.

He squatted down in front of a booth full of weapons, looked around, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth: From butterfly knives to submachine guns, there are all kinds of exotic weapons, and there is even a prominent one in the middle. RPG bazooka.

Is this kind of thing really okay? !but……

He imagined the scene of players carrying the RPG on their shoulders and shooting left and right at the zombie army, and he thought it was quite interesting.

"Excuse me," he pointed to the RPG and tentatively asked the stall owner, "How much is this?"

The owner of the stall was an old man in an earth-colored military uniform. He heard that he compared three fingers: "30."

"..." It's better to let yourself be eaten by zombies.

It was suddenly dark next to it, and a young girl with a strong figure in a black vest squatted beside her, and also raised her hand to touch the RPG: "How much?"

"30."

"Deal." She said without hesitation, took out the check and threw it to the stall owner, while picking up something.

Fang Shiqing glanced at her a few more times.She walked towards several other similarly dressed men and women who were not far away, and said in their mouths: "I bought it, so the firepower is almost enough."

"Well, let's go shopping around again and buy more if we see useful ones," her companion said, "If you persist for three more waves, you will be able to clear the level and go home. Don't be careless at this time."

"I think so too, if you can buy as many props as you can, buy as many as you can. We've already made it through the previous ones, so we can't just fall here in the last few levels..."

Fang Shiqing felt something was wrong, so he quickly got up and chased after those people. When he ran behind those people, he just heard a sentence: "This terrible game is finally coming to an end. I think if I can return to reality alive, I definitely don't want to play tower defense games for the rest of my life." gone."

--really!There was a buzzing in his head, and he couldn't help shouting: "Please wait! You... are you also players!"

no respond.

His voice was already very loud, enough to penetrate the surrounding noise, but the other group of people seemed to have not heard them at all, and they still talked and walked forward on their own.

No, not just those few people.All the passers-by next to him didn't react at all, not even a single one turned their heads to take a look.On the contrary, several stall owners looked over curiously.

How is this going?

Fang Shiqing stopped in a daze.

In front of a booth full of medicine bottles not far away, two people dressed like the protagonists of an adventure game were having a conversation: "Buy more blue medicine, the blue is burning very fast recently, and more and more mobs are spawned in the dungeon." Just buy purple medicine, the damage value of mobs has also become higher."

On the other side, several girls in sailor suits and short skirts were discussing: "I don't think this kind of gift is good. Your target is obviously not a coquettish type. You need to use a gift with more connotations." "But I gave it last time." After reading his collection of poems, the favorability has only increased by 2 points..."

……

Fang Shiqing finally discovered that this place was far more weird than it appeared on the surface.

A few men and women in ancient costumes came directly opposite, and he tried to reach out to pull the corner of the other party's clothes, but it was empty: his fingers passed through the fabric, as if it was just a virtual projection.

He could hear and see the voices and shapes of other people, but could not connect with them in any way.Are they real human beings, or illusory phantoms?Are they... just players like him?

People come and go around, but they seem to be in a different time and space from him, which makes him feel a great loneliness and fear.

But then he observed that not only was he unable to communicate with other passers-by, but also there was no communication between those passers-by who obviously came from different backgrounds.Everyone only talks to their teammates and doesn't respond to anyone else.

He gradually calmed down and had a guess in his mind.

This place may be a special place shared by all games of the same system. Using online games as an analogy, it is a trading house common to all servers.Here all players can see and buy the same product, but players cannot communicate and interfere to avoid unnecessary trouble.

if it is like this……

How does the game do this, and why does it do it?After a long time, he finally thought about the essence of the game again.

But these thoughts were just passing by, and he soon realized that he didn't have much time to stay here.Rather than thinking about life, it is more important to look at the products for sale.

Time is passing by every minute and every second, and it seems that it is already pointing to 02:30.

He collected himself, and continued to walk along the stalls next to him, inspecting them one by one.

He soon discovered that this kind of item sales that did not limit the game background was simply cheating players openly.

As long as the resources here can be used reasonably, players can reach the sky in one step: martial arts game players can take out pistols, chicken eating game players can fly with swords, and love game players can directly pour a bottle of love potion into the target of the attack.

However, the more unique the props, the more impressive the price. If you want to get a cheat, you must have enough money as support.

Fang Shiqing even saw a prop called "Stand-In Doll" at a certain booth, which could offset an in-game death.

This is simply an artifact for the player, and he immediately asked impatiently, "How much?"

If you can afford it, buy a few more and bring them back to share with your teammates.

"500 million, unit price." The stall owner replied without raising his eyes.

"..."

Their missions are only 200 million in total. If he has 500 million in hand, why is he still here? He has already returned home, okay?

"can it be cheaper?"

"No." The stall owner said.

"..."

However, in the short time of bargaining, more than a dozen of the stand-in dolls on the stall have been bought by three or four groups of people. God knows how other game players are so rich.

Going on, he also saw scrolls and talismans in some booths that seemed to be from Xianxia games, but the shape looked very different from the ones Xiao Fengdi usually used, and some even floated in mid-air and glowed red. Light, the price is about 2 yuan a piece.It is impossible for Uncle Zhang to come to the grocery store to buy the goods from here.

Walking all the way, he was amazed all the way. After shopping for more than half an hour, he couldn't buy anything.For their income, the price/performance ratio of things here is too low.

Finally he stopped at one of the potions stalls and picked up a bottle of green potion.

There is a label on the potion: "Growth potion, quickly promotes plant maturity, and the cycle is shortened to one-third."

The list price is [-] yuan.

"How many plants can this bottle be used on?" He asked the stall owner.

The stall owner was very enthusiastic, and immediately introduced it endlessly: "Hey, at least tens of thousands. Don't think that this medicine seems to be small, but when it is really used, it has to be diluted two hundred times! Each plant is one or two times a day Drops are enough, and it is guaranteed to grow. In terms of profit, if you use it to grow potatoes, you may not make a profit, but if you use it to grow mandrakes..."

"...No, I can't grow mandrakes, I only plan to grow potatoes." The former is a special plant in Western legends, and it is said that it will make a lethal scream when its roots leave the ground.

"Potatoes and cabbage may not work, but if you use them to grow cherries or blueberries, you will definitely make money!" The stall owner immediately corrected the statement, and even took the initiative to hand over a calculator, "If you don't believe me, you can do the math."

Fang Shiqing hesitated for a moment.Seeing this, the stall owner said, "How about this, I'll give you another discount coupon, you can get a [-]% discount on a product at the magic tool booth next to you, how about it?"

...uh, magic guide.

Fang Shiqing blushed a bit, bought the bottle of medicine anyway, and then went to the stall next door.

The stall next door is a female stall owner. These two places should be run by husband and wife, and they will give each other coupons to each other.

These so-called "magic devices" have already been charged with energy, and users don't need to know any magic and fairy arts, as long as they know the basic operation methods, they are equivalent to special electrical appliances with batteries installed.

He took a brief look, and unexpectedly found that some of them were really useful. Among them, the one that interested him most was a strange prop called "High Temperature Chamber", which was equivalent to a closed high-temperature furnace.Although the price was [-], he still gritted his teeth and bought it: with this thing, he is equivalent to owning a portable brick kiln, which can be used to fire various basic props, including glass and ceramics.

While he was paying, a well-dressed young girl squatted down next to him, looking through the stalls curiously.

The girl is carrying an electric guitar on her back, and her gloves and boots are full of rivets. She looks like a band member who ran out of a rock concert.Her pockets were shallow, and just as she got up, the charm on her satchel scraped at the rivets and fell off.

Fang Shiqing wanted to remind her, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that the other party couldn't hear his voice at all.He glanced down, and saw that the pendant was the busts of several young men, and one of them seemed particularly familiar.

Fortunately, the stall owner also discovered this and immediately reminded him.

The girl thanked repeatedly, picked up the pendant, and left quickly.Looking at that figure from behind, Fang Shiqing finally remembered——

That familiar bust is his teammate Gu Jinhong!

Speaking of which,... her clothing style and the color scheme of the electric guitar are also very similar to Gu Jinhong's.Gu Jinhong's singing props are all prepared by himself. Is this similarity just a coincidence?Do all the people in the world sing in the same style?

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So far, Fang Shiqing's money has been spent seven to seven, eight to eight, which made him feel a little soft.

There is no need to go shopping anymore, he started to return, and when he walked back to the ground through the long steps, the burly man guarding the gate handed him a thin card, saying that it was a junior VIP certificate in the black market, spending You can get one for over 10 yuan.

He wanted to ask the other party about the black market, but the NPC didn't know anything about it, so he had to give up.

When we got back to the bus, the time was approaching 03:30, and there were already many returning tourists from Fengyue Town gathered around.

However, Xiao Fengdi didn't seem to come back yet.

Fang Shiqing was a little worried, but felt that it was still early, and the boss might be back in a while.

He walked around for a while, and found that many young couples were walking back scatteredly, observing where they came from, it seemed to be south of the station.

Walking over to have a look, he found that it was the school that store manager Zhang had mentioned - the school in the neighboring town.

Looking at it from a distance, the school is indeed very beautiful, both the buildings and the courtyard are well designed.Especially on both sides of the front walkway, a maple tree is like a continuous red cloud. Presumably, when tourists walk under the tree, it is like stepping into a fairyland.

Many couples strolled on the path, embraced, and threw the written notes into the wish box under the tree. Among them were young people, middle-aged and even elderly partners.

This is probably some special event prepared by the school for the open day, Fang Shiqing guessed.

Before Xiao Fengdi said that he wanted to come here to take a look, and he also said that he had something to say.What was he going to say, about games?Or is it about reality?

...What on earth does it have to be said in this kind of place?

He suddenly had a very secret, unbelievable guess.Even though it was just a guess, he still startled himself, hurriedly dispelled the thought in his mind, and ordered himself never to think about such a thing again.

Because... that's impossible.

Be self-aware, he told himself countless times.

He forces himself to remember his own reality, his physical condition and disease.Just a week before entering the game unintentionally, he just had a follow-up visit in the hospital. What did the doctor say at that time?

- No deterioration, well maintained.As long as you maintain your current state, you won’t have any problem living for another ten or twenty years, as long as your mind is at peace...

That's all, he thought.If he can get back from this game alive, he can get a lot of money. With this money, he may be able to extend his life well, turn a dozen or 20 years into 25 or 30 years, and realize his wish. But the disease cannot be cured.Impossible to cure.Modern medicine has been very developed, but it has not been developed to the point where everything can be cured.

and so……

He stood far away and watched the walking path quietly for a while.Two white-haired old men supported each other and walked to the tree, and stuffed the written note into the box.

The NPCs in this world are also working hard to live, he thought.They are also striving for their own happiness. From this perspective, what is the difference between them and players——and real players who belong to higher dimensions?

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Sorry for the late update today, I modified it after sending it out

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Regarding the physical condition of the protagonist in reality, the author actually didn’t set a specific disease, so just... imagine it as a kind of disease in the air (cover your face)

Probably, with good care, you can live for 30 to [-] years, but you will be very weak and get tired very easily, so you can't work and live normally (and you can't fall in love normally).