midnight ten

At noon, the busiest time in the lobby of the Water World Hotel, those returning from training for a lunch break, and those who got up late almost came out to hang out. The lobby with people coming and going is like a central railway station.

But today there seemed to be a lot of people, especially near the shopping area, there were many people surrounded by the inner and outer third floors.

There are those who really want to buy something, but they can't squeeze in for a long time, and they are irritable: "What are you doing, if you don't want to buy something, just get out of the way."

Several people nearby replied to him together: "They are all here to buy things, thank you."

The man was dumbfounded: "What's the situation? What's going on inside?"

"Ghost knows why," said the people around who were waiting to buy things, also in a bad mood, "It is said that the Home Returning Group borrowed the venue in the shopping area for half an hour."

"Borrow the venue? What can be rented out in the shopping area? There will always be something. It's not like they can't buy it after others buy it."

"One organization has one style, maybe they have the habit of centralized procurement in the returning home group."

"Isn't it too domineering? So many people are afraid of him as a returning home group?"

"Not afraid, but it's not necessary, let's save energy to deal with the level."

"How long have they borrowed it?"

"Half an hour, 15 minutes have passed."

"Oh."

Just waiting for 15 minutes is really not worth fighting for.

But what exactly the Home Returning Group was doing there was still very curious.

The passers-by craned their necks to look, but they could only see a group of tall members of the returning home team standing there, blocking the situation inside.

In the shopping area.

The leader of the Water World Division of the Returning Home Mission——Qi Hua, stood in the center, behind him were two second-level captains, and at his feet were floral shirts and his two younger brothers.

In front of him, there was no one, and the field of vision was empty, reaching the French windows at the end of the shopping area.

Outside the window is the deep blue sea, and the fat man struggling in vain.

This is Cong Yue's sixth [30-second deep-sea experience] in just ten minutes.

Attacking passers-by is not allowed in the hotel, so Qi Hua came up with this method to punish the team members who made mistakes.

Try it for 30 seconds, come back for 2 minutes, and then buy another brother to buy the experience for him, and continue for 30 seconds... the cycle repeats.

At first Cong Yue was able to grit his teeth and persevere, but as the number of experiences increased, he gradually became unable to do what he wanted. The short interval of 2 minutes was like 2 seconds to his feelings. There was only a terrifying deep-sea hell with no end.

It's time again.

With a "boom", Cong Yue landed in front of the projection screen beside Qi Hua, with the salty smell of seawater on his drenched body.

He didn't care about other things, he put his hands on the ground and took a big breath instinctively. Because he was too anxious, the water left in his mouth choked into the trachea, and he coughed uncontrollably, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

"Do you know why you were punished?" Qi Hua spoke for the first time in six deep sea experiences.

Cong Yue panted heavily, and said intermittently: "I shouldn't...have an appointment with the VIP without authorization...and, in the name of the Returning Home Mission...bet with them..."

"Very good." Qi Hua nodded, "If you make a mistake, you have to stand at attention and get beaten, otherwise you won't have a long memory."

Cong Yue lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug into his palms: "It's all up to the team leader..."

The water on his body formed a small puddle on the ground, slowly trickling forward.

Qi Hua frowned in disgust, and took a step to the side so that the soles of her shoes wouldn't get wet.

"Starting today, Cong Yue will be downgraded to the team leader. Who will fill the vacated captain position will be decided later."

Cong Yue's tense body relaxed, this treatment was considered light.

Suddenly, he saw his own fleshy face in the pooled water on the ground.

Distressed, but grateful to Dade.

He was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the life of a social animal before he entered the checkpoint. He looked at himself in the mirror every morning, with such a face, which was ridiculous and pitiful.

"You don't think this is over, do you?" The devil's voice sounded from above his head again.

Cong Yue raised his head in astonishment: "Team leader?"

Qi Hua smiled and shook her head: "Punishment has to be deep to be effective. Six times is not enough." He thought for a while and said, "Let's round it up, ten times."

His tone was light as if he was talking about what to drink for afternoon tea.

Cong Yue froze, he was scared, he was really scared, the coldness and suffocation of the sea had almost driven him crazy, and he never wanted to go back there again.

But he couldn't run away, even if he ran out of the experience area, someone would bring him back. It was nothing more than forcing his people to deduct some experience points, and the returning home team had a lot of experience points.

Qi Hua ignored his pale face, and gave the latest instructions to the two captains behind him: "There are four more times left, speed up, I don't have time to waste here, this time each time is separated by half a minute..."

Cong Yue's heart suddenly tightened.

The world suddenly became quiet, so quiet that only Qi Hua's voice remained, piercing his eardrum like a needle——

"start."

In a moment of weightlessness, the piercing sea water surrounded Cong Yue again, submerging his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, like a layer of plastic wrap, wrapping him tightly.

He struggled and slapped the lighted glass like a madman.

Inside, Qi Hua came to the window and looked at him unemotionally through the glass, like looking at a dog.

Perhaps it was the cold and lack of oxygen that caused him to hallucinate. He actually saw Qi Hua's face overlapping with the face of the boss he hated the most in his memory.

The boss was just a small middle-level person who threw documents in his face countless times, and the line was always "you can't work or get out".

It turns out that the checkpoint world is no different from reality.

Cong Yue gave up struggling and drifted with the sea water.

When he lost one-on-one, he would never have thought that the one who let him go was the VIP, and the one who picked him up was the Home Returning Squad.

……

Atlantis Suite.

Tang Lin leaned on a pillow and hugged another pillow, sleeping peacefully until she was woken up by a "ding--".

He opened his eyes with a little breath of getting up, and looked at the watch beside the bed with a frown. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, which was obviously still the prime time for a nap.

Turn off the floor lamp, turn on the overhead light, and the room is transparent and bright, as if in the afternoon sun.

He raised his hand to look at the culprit who disturbed the dream, and in the next second, all the sleepiness and laziness disappeared.

<Cheat Sheet>: The 2/10 checkpoint will open in seven days, please get ready.

So fast.

This was Tang Rin's first feeling.

Calculated according to the time of the water world, only nine days have passed since they cleared the level 1/10.

Walking out of the bedroom to the living room, only Nan Ge was on the sofa, holding "Dialogue Record" in his hand.It was one of the two books that Tang Lin brought here from reality. The works of the ancient Greek philosopher Plato, the earliest description of Atlantis, appeared in this book.

"Did the reminder wake you up?" Nan Ge closed the book and guessed right.

Tang Lin nodded sullenly, and went to get juice from the refrigerator.

Nan Ge looked at his back with his chin on his back, feeling that this person was different from when Dungeon first met him.

At that time, Tang Lin was so cold that she wanted to borrow her stationery tree to find Sphinx, but she didn't even say a soft word from the beginning to the end.

Although he is still indifferent to outsiders now, when he gets along with VIPs, he will occasionally show a little willfulness and a little childishness inadvertently.

Tang Lin is very soft to those he trusts.

"What about the two of them?" Tang Lin asked while opening the refrigerator.

He didn't see anyone in the living room, so he didn't think Fan Peiyang and Zheng Luozhu were the characters who could calm down and take a nap.

Nan Ge: "Go out to collect information."

really.

Tang Lin took the orange juice and walked back to the sofa, sat down, thought for a while, and shook his head: "I don't think there are too many valuable ones."

Nan Ge: "I think so too."

There are only a few big forces, they have already learned about the dungeon, and the rest is the content of the level, but this is different from the dungeon. Those who can stay in the hotel must either have money or experience, and most of them have their own experience. No matter how you think about it, such a person is unlikely to sell information for a little money.After all, outsiders get a little more information, and their own team members have less competitiveness to break through the level.

"But I heard from Zhuzi that it's not just for information," Nan Ge said again, "President Fan also wants to collect stationery, especially healing phantom tools. Our VIPs have attack and defense, but there are no healing stationery trees..."

Tang Lin's hand that was drinking the juice slightly paused.

Nan Ge realized later and fell silent.

She is 100% infected by bamboo.It is one reason to collect the healing phantom for breaking through the level, but the more important thing is definitely to restore Tang Lin's memory.

It is a natural logic to fill in the holes left by therapeutic illusions.

"Speaking of which--" Nan Ge racked his brains in order to get over this delicate topic as soon as possible, "I didn't seem to have seen a healing stationery tree in the first few years in the dungeon, but what has it developed into now? , it’s hard to say.”

Tang Lin tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "I'm afraid there are still few. If any organization has such people, it must be the key protection, but you see, among the 1/10 people who finally cleared the customs this time, there is not a single healing stationery tree." .”

Nan Ge agreed.

"The level will be opened in seven days," Tang Lin said, "faster than I thought."

"It's too fast." Nan Ge was about to say this, "When I was in the dungeon, the shortest interval was half a month, and the longest was half a year."

Tang Lin pondered: "Either the levels after 2/10 are fast, or the rhythm of level opening has changed just like the sudden increase in level difficulty."

Tang Lin's speculation was confirmed after Fan Peiyang and Zheng Luozhu came back.

"It's all changed," Zheng Luozhu said, "We happened to be in the lobby when the reminder came in, and the expressions of the people around us were very surprised, and there were a few muttering, saying that breaking through the level now seems like a reminder."

After saying this, Zheng Luozhu began to complain that he and his boss went on an intelligence gathering trip that yielded nothing.

"I asked a few times and didn't sell it, but I got [-] to [-] yuan. Later, I met someone who was good to talk to, and he said that the information outside the checkpoint may not be sold by others, but the information inside the checkpoint cannot be sold."

Tang Lin looked at Fan Peiyang in confusion: "Can't sell it?"

Fan Peiyang nodded: "Clearers are not allowed to disclose any level information to non-level passers, and those who have entered the level but have not cleared the level cannot disclose any level information to those who have not entered the level. These two are mandatory regulations for the last ten levels. , but the dungeon only implements the first one, and after 2/10, the two parallels will be executed."

Tang Lin frowned in thought.

Nan Ge still didn't understand: "We haven't received any regulations."

"We didn't receive it," Zheng Luozhu explained to her, "but if you go back to the dungeon now and tell anyone about Tyre, I guarantee that you will have a splitting headache and you won't be able to say anything."

Nan Ge: "It's the same as when you want to reveal things here in reality?"

Zheng Luozhu: "Yes."

Nan Ge understood a bit: "It's no wonder that during the dungeon, those team leaders only knew to break into the subway car, but none of them knew that they would face Tyre in the end."

Zheng Luozhu shrugged: "So this time, we have to bite the bullet and break through."

Tang Lin looked at him, then at Fan Peiyang.

Although no information was obtained, neither of them seemed depressed.Zheng Luozhu complained and complained, but he was still full of energy, not to mention Fan Peiyang, who sat there quietly, and those who didn't know thought he got the strategy and had a plan in mind.

Could it be that the information was confiscated and the stationery was confiscated?

Tang Lin thought about it, and simply asked directly: "Is the stationery rewarding?"

"No." Fan Peiyang answered simply.

Tang Rin: "..."

Sure enough, he thought too much.

There is no information, no stationery, and the only thing I can do is to improve my combat effectiveness.

So throughout the afternoon, the VIPs made a detailed training plan. In addition to the individual manipulation of the second-level stationery tree, there were also one-on-one and two-on-two in the group, so as to lay the foundation for the group battles that may be encountered in the level.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the four of them went back to their rooms to rest, so as to recharge their energy for tomorrow's training.

Before going to sleep, Tang Lin was still thinking, if he and Fan Peiyang were one-on-one, how could his wolf shadow be better than Fan Peiyang's killing needle.

As a result, the death-death needle disappeared with the iron plate early the next morning.

The author has something to say: Crooked, are you a demon, the boss is running away with bamboo~~~