midnight ten

The dark pipe was cold and damp, and at the end, a metal mesh blocked the way.

The broken T-shirt came forward to fiddle with it, and the metal mesh opened sideways like a door. Several people climbed out of the pipe and fell into the "home" of the robber trio.

Zheng Luozhu stood under the muddy and dim light, feeling inexplicably sad: "Can you make it worse, you have all fallen into the underground city, and you still want to live in the underground well?"

This is the underground drainage system of the underground city. The drainage channels in three directions meet here to form a livable space. It is about three meters high in the vertical direction and seven or eight meters wide in the horizontal direction. It is made of densely packed blue-black stone bricks. Pipes are embedded in each brick wall.Three pieces of rusty metal mesh blocked the cuts of the three pipes, sealing this place into a simple but safe place.

A folded single bed and a wooden chair are the only furniture here.The daily sundries are piled up at the base of one wall, while a few rolls of bedding are spread under the other wall.The mess is a bit messy, but it is not too dirty. There is no household garbage, and there are traces of cleaning.

"What is this sprayed on?" Zheng Luozhu came to the wall where the debris was placed, and a piece of graffiti was sprayed on the curved brick wall, messy but colorful.

"I don't know, it was there when we came here." The torn T-shirt made Chubby and the old man roll up the bedding on the ground, clearing out a larger space on the ground.

Although he couldn't understand it, Zheng Luozhu still admired it for a long time.In this gray underground tunnel, it's nice to finally be able to see some color.

"It means that someone lived here before you came?" Tang Lin sat down on the cleaned ground, opened the travel bag, and took out a few cans.

"Sure, I can't find a house up there, so I have to drill down here." It was the old man who answered him, and he was talking to Tang Lin, but his eyes were fixed on the can, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"Nothing." The torn T-shirt patted the younger brother on the head, then sat down across from Tang Lin, obediently waiting.

Tang Lin didn't whet their appetites, and divided the cans directly.

The three gobbled it up, knowing that they were extremely hungry, but those who didn't know that they thought they were going to take revenge for the can of food just now.

Fan Peiyang looked around in the "house" before taking off his coat and sitting next to Tang Lin.

Tang Rin finally found a chance to ask him: "When will we start to really break through?"

Fan Peiyang shook his head lightly: "I don't know yet."

The last piece of information in the <cheat sheet> was still "The stationery tree has been generated..." when entering the dungeon. After that, there was no new prompt.

What is the task of this level?How to pass the customs?All information is blank.

Of course, besides the cheat sheet, there are other channels for obtaining information, such as the trio of robbers in front of you.

Fan Peiyang just turned his attention to the three people on the opposite side, and before he could speak, the torn T-shirt who heard him talking to Tang Lin took the lead.

"Don't think about breaking through the level. The opening time of the level is uncertain. The last time it was opened was two months ago."

Fan Peiyang froze, and frowned imperceptibly: "Two months ago?"

"Yes." The torn T-shirt said, "It's not possible to break through the level every day. You can only enter when the level is opened."

"Is the opening time irregular?"

"Completely at random. It could be every two months, it could be three months, it could be just a week. But..."

"Ok?"

"Every time the checkpoint is about to be opened, <Cheat Sheet> will give a reminder seven days in advance."

Fan Peiyang was silent for a moment, and asked, "Where is the pass?"

The torn T-shirt had just stuffed a big mouthful of canned meat into his mouth, and said vaguely: "The subway entrance in the center of the city."

The wind came from nowhere, blowing along the pipe, making the metal mesh sway slightly.

Zheng Luozhu leaned against the wall, his heart sank.Are they going to wait here for two months?No, looking at the passersby on the side of the road and the state of the three people in front of them, it may not be more than two months...

"Here, how often does it take to return to reality?" Fan Peiyang asked again.

The torn T-shirt was burying his head in eating hard, and Chubby answered for the eldest brother: "Return? Come back in your dream."

The old man also raised his head: "I've been here for a year, and I haven't fucking gone back."

Fan Peiyang stared at the two of them: "Be more specific."

Chubby sighed: "The specific point is that once you enter here, it is impossible to go back. Once you come here, you should give up."

"The words are not so absolute," the old man added, "It is said that if you break into the top, you will have a chance to go back, but they are all saying, anyway, I have never seen it."

"Above?" Fan Peiyang heard this word for the second time, the first time it was in Zhang Quan's mouth.

"It's the next level." The old man said, "If you pass this level, you can go up to the next level."

"Don't even think about going back, think about how to survive here, it's serious." Chubby finished eating completely, and stroked his stomach comfortably: "The food distributed every day is basically divided up by various gangs. If you don't If you join a gang, you will either take food from the tiger's mouth, or sit on the ground and wait to die."

Everyday, food, gang.

Fan Peiyang quickly circled the key points and tapped his fingertips on his knees: "Who will distribute the food every day? How much and how? Each gang raises so many people. What is the purpose?"

Chubby only heard the first question clearly, and then he couldn't keep up with his train of thought, and Fan Peiyang's waiting eyes made him inexplicably ashamed. , this is not a company regular meeting, why is he guilty?

"In the northeast corner of the dungeon, there is a huge pipe coming down from above." After eating the torn T-shirt, he was finally able to chat happily. "Once a day, there is food slipping down the pipe. Don't ask me who gave it to me and where it came from." Here it is, no one knows, anyway, it’s up there, don’t even think about climbing up the pipe, anyone who does that will die..."

"Objectively speaking, there is a lot of food, bread, milk, sausage, fruit, and some vegetables and meat from time to time, but with so many people in the dungeon, the supply is beyond demand, so each gang will send people to the pipeline Guard there, as soon as the food comes, they will share it first..."

The torn T-shirt took a breath: "Now you know why there are gangs."

[Basic accommodation, food distribution, daily use, simple medical care, these are the guarantees that the white group can provide. 】

Tang Lin remembered Lu Jue's words, combined with the information given by the torn T-shirt, the cause and effect were complete.

Only when the gang has formed a scale can it occupy resources, and resources become the weight to continue to expand its scale.

But since there are fruits, it means that there are stones and seeds...

"Why don't you try farming?" Tang Lin asked out of pure curiosity.

"Of course I planted it. Someone has tried everything you can think of." The torn T-shirt looked hopeless, "No matter what you plant, it doesn't matter whether you plant it in the ground, in the water, with soil or without soil, what? It's useless, it doesn't grow at all."

There was water flowing through the depths of the pipe, and there was an intermittent sound.

The "house" became quiet, Fan Peiyang had been in deep thought since just now, and Zheng Luozhu was leaning against the graffiti wall with a serious expression.

What exactly is up there?Who gave the food?These questions have to be put in the back row.The inability to return to reality and the lack of food alone are enough to kill.

Tang Lin also knew that the situation was not good, but she still couldn't hold back her desire to explore.

The danger of death in this world made him fear, and the unknown in this world made him curious.

Taking advantage of no one talking, he leaned over and quietly approached the three men in the torn T-shirts, and asked in a low voice, "What stationery did you use when you fought before?"

Cannibalism is short-mouthed, and the three told the truth.

Chubby: "[The thorns grow]."

Old Man Shirt: "[Arrested without a fight]."

"[The sword has no eyes]." After the broken T-shirt finished speaking, he added, "But they are all stationery trees. How can we have disposable stationery."

Thorns, black ropes, rain of swords.

Tang Lin recalled the battle process and met one by one.

"What is your stationery tree?" The broken T-shirt also became curious, after all, this one has never made a move, so it is really mysterious.

Tang Lin thought of the stationery tree he hadn't unlocked yet, and was silent.

He also wanted to know.

The torn T-shirt did not wait for Tang Lin to answer, but saw Fan Peiyang glance over, and immediately grabbed the new target: "What kind of stationery move is that can of yours?"

Fan Peiyang looked at him and kept looking at him.

Broken T-shirt: "...Well, I won't ask."

Some people shrink back, some people are persistent.

Tang Lin looked at Fan Peiyang without blinking, his eyes were full of curiosity and curiosity.

Looking at each other silently for a long time, Fan Peiyang rolled up his shirt sleeves with a sullen face, opened the pencil case, and passed his arm over.

Tang Lin immediately looked down.

At the root of Mr. Fan's stationery tree, the permanent stationery that is unlocked is - [Gospel for Lazy People].

"..." Tang Lin silently helped him put down his sleeves, and patted again to smooth out the wrinkles.

Zheng Luozhu was so curious that he didn't dare to peek, and felt even more sad.

No matter what other people asked, they kept it under wraps. Tang Lin gave him a look, and the boss gave him his arm. It's a big double-standard scene.

After eating and drinking enough, they tore their T-shirts and they yawned so much that they were going to sleep.

When they yawned, Tang Lin became sleepy too.There was only one bed in the room, and the torn T-shirt had to be given to Tang Lin.Tang Lin knew that it would be a few more canned food to go to sleep this time, and he was still considering whether it was worth it, so Fan Peiyang made a decision for him.

Tang Lin really wanted to tell Fan Peiyang not to treat him as a patient all the time, but when she met those eyes that hid too much emotion, she swallowed the words again.

Not long after lying down, Tang Lin fell asleep.

The torn T-shirt, chubby, old man who was sleepy first was still making the floor, but he fell asleep peacefully.

Fan Peiyang covered him with the black coat, pulled over the chair and sat on the side of the bed, looking at that face quietly.

Before being involved in the world of breaking through levels, he had spent many nights like this in Tang Lin's ward.Don't do anything, just watch and watch, and the night is over in a blink of an eye.

At that time, Tang Lin was always smiling. The doctors and nurses said that he was in a good mood. Only Fan Peiyang knew that this person would frown after falling asleep, hug the quilt tightly, revealing all the uneasiness and fear.

Tang Lin himself didn't know.

So enough, Fan Peiyang thought, a healthy Tang Lin, enough.

He will block those dangerous and deadly ones.

Those who are missing and forgotten, he looks for them.

……

"Ding--"

The six beeps sounded together in the underground tunnel, and the effect was comparable to a devil's alarm clock.

Everyone woke up from their sleep, and Fan Peiyang, the only one who was not asleep, looked directly at his arm——

<Cheat Sheet>: The 1/10 checkpoint will open in seven days, please get ready.

Chapter 10 Conscience Shop┃Conscience does not produce food and stationery, he is just a porter of these things.

Soon, everyone checked the prompt message, but the responses were divided into two types.

Fan Peiyang, Tang Lin, and Zheng Luozhu were all shocked. After all, a few hours ago, they thought they would have to wait a long time, but now it only takes seven days.

The three people in the torn T-shirts didn't react much, they were as calm as if they were reading a text message.

"It's been two months, it's time to open..." The torn T-shirt stretched.

Tang Lin tilted his head to look at the state of the three of them for a while: "Don't you want to break in?"

The torn T-shirt snorted, "We don't want to die."

Tang Rin: "The level is difficult?"

"Difficult." The broken T-shirt didn't hesitate, "but the ones who are more difficult to deal with are those who break through."

Fan Peiyang patted Tang Lin: "You and Zhuzi stay here, I will go outside to see the environment and collect information by the way."

Tang Lin also wanted to go out, but considering that his stationery tree with loose leaves and no fruit could easily reduce Fan Peiyang's combat effectiveness, he gave up: "Okay."

Fan Peiyang went to see Zheng Luozhu again.

The latter seemed to be thinking about something, and was a little dazed. After a while, he met Fan Peiyang's eyes and nodded quickly: "Don't worry, I will guard Mr. Tang."

"Do you know what it means to listen to people's persuasion to eat enough?" Broken T-shirt was tired, "I have seen too many people like you. When you first come here, you think you are so good, and you don't know how you died in the end."

Fan Peiyang nodded, indicating that he heard it, and then got up to open the metal mesh.

The torn T-shirt was speechless: "Remember to come back before dark."

Fan Peiyang turned back: "Is it dark in the dungeon?"

If he remembers correctly, there are only lights here, but no sky.

Torn T-shirt: "As long as you can't hear the boom boom, it's dark."

He was talking about the roar of machines that haunted the dungeon.

Fan Peiyang: "So what if it's dark?"

Torn T-shirt: "Nightwalker will come out."

……

At the end of a remote alley in the underground city, a manhole cover was lifted and moved to the side, and then a stalwart figure emerged.

But because of this way of appearance, the sense of stalwart is compromised.

Fortunately no one saw it.

Fan Peiyang moved the manhole cover back, patted his shirt calmly, and was another decent boss.

Walking out of the alley, the street became bustling with people, besides the down and out and hurrying people, there were many more people wandering on the street, in groups of three or four, chatting and chatting.The news that the gate is about to open seems to have activated the dungeon.

Fan Peiyang avoided the crowd and went to the northeast corner of the city first.

Sure enough, as the torn T-shirt said, there was a huge pipe coming down from above.Right now, the pipeline is not delivering food, but there are still several groups of people guarding it firmly. From the standpoint and style, it can be roughly divided into seven or eight camps.

Some of them wore white shirts, but their standing was not considered good. If their standing was equal to their gang status, then the white group might not be considered the first echelon of the dungeon.

After not staying for too long, Fan Peiyang found the subway entrance according to the coordinates given by the <small copy paper>.

The subway entrance is built on the circular square in the center of the city. Fan Peiyang walked all the way, and this is the only open place.The diameter of the square is about 50 meters, and there are many mechanical devices of no apparent use scattered around. The subway entrance is in the center of the square, and a tall clock stands next to it.

There are many gears on the dial, which are scattered and complicated, but they are all working together, and a circle of Roman numerals representing the time is engraved on the periphery.

At this time, the bronze hands point to - 7:18.

For the convenience of fighting, Fan Peiyang never wears a watch when entering the checkpoint, and his mobile phone shows 7:18 Beijing time.

Mobile phones cannot be connected to the Internet in this world, but as long as there is power, the clock will operate according to the code, and it will run dutifully, and there will be basically no mistakes.

Is the time flow here and reality synchronized?

Fan Peiyang suppressed his doubts, approached the subway entrance, and observed for a while.Many people came to study the subway entrance, and he stood in it without being obtrusive.

The subway entrance is strictly sealed by a metal door, and countless rivets form a big "1/10" on the door.

1/10, the first level of all ten levels.

Leaving the square, Fan Peiyang wanted to go to the west side of the dungeon, but just two steps away, he saw Lu Jue walking from the opposite side.

He didn't want to deal with the other party anymore, before Lu Jue found out, he turned around and turned into a dark alley next to him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned into the alley, he saw two people fighting. To be precise, one person was beating the other.

The assailant was big and thick, while the beating was thin and weak, and he didn't even use a stationery tree. It is estimated that the assailant thought it was unnecessary, and the beating had no strength to use.

"Damn it, if you're so honest, it's over." The fifth and third rough didn't see Fan Peiyang, riding on the victim, panting heavily, while groping him, and found a piece of bread in a short while.

The loaf was small and already crumpled from the fighting.

Just as Wu Dasan was about to get up, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by the person under him: "You...give me back..."

"Fuck!" Wu Dasan pulled out his hand, stood up and raised his foot to kick him on the head.

With this kick, the person hangs.

A can suddenly flew in the air, and with a "boom--", it slammed Wudasanhou's forehead hard.

Wu Dasan shook violently, his kicked foot missed, and kicked to the ground.

"Who the hell are you!" Wu Dasan roared angrily when he saw Fan Peiyang.

Fan Peiyang ignored him, stared at the canned food that fell on the ground, held his breath, and then raised his eyes suddenly.

The can was lifted up, and hit the back of the head of the five big and three thick with a "boom--".

Two manipulations, both hits, although the position is not 100% accurate, but Fan Peiyang is quite satisfied.

Before when everyone was sleeping, he had been practicing quietly, mainly using canned food, and also tried some sundries they piled up on the wall with torn T-shirts. Now he can basically achieve the general direction accuracy.However, proficiency, speed, and strength are still far behind. What can be manipulated is only some small objects. Cans and mobile phones are the limit, and sharp weapons are still completely uncontrollable, even daggers that are lighter than cans.

"boom--"

The thin young man who was knocked to the ground jumped up at some point, taking advantage of being distracted by the canned food, he used his body as a cannonball and directly slammed into it.

Wu Dasan was unprepared, staggered and lost his balance, and hit the wall of the alley.

The thin young man snatched back the bread, quickly picked up the canned food on the ground, and ran away like a mad rabbit.

Wu Dasan spat roughly, said "you wait for me" to Fan Peiyang, and chased after him.He ran silently, as if there was an airflow under his feet, and his speed was much faster than ordinary people.

Fan Peiyang raised his eyebrows and understood.

This is the reason why the opponent has not used stationery to fight back, because his stationery tree is an auxiliary type of speed bonus, and it is useless to fight.

But compared to this, Fan Peiyang was more concerned about another thing - he just used the weapon he was handy, as if he had been kidnapped.

Dead alleys, ruins, and sewage.

The weak young man huddled under the wall, swallowing canned food out of breath, choking from time to time.

After three to five seconds of wind and clouds, the can was bottomed out. He stretched his fingers in to dig out the remaining canned residue, and the top of his head suddenly darkened.

The young man raised his head in a daze, his whole body was completely shrouded in shadow.

Fan Peiyang looked at him condescendingly, no emotion could be seen on the backlighted face: "Are you full?"

The young man quickly dug out the last piece of meat and put it in his mouth, then raised the empty can above his head with both hands very respectfully: "Brother, return it to you."

The empty cans were eaten clean as if they had been brushed, and no matter how you look at them, there is no way to recover.

"Keep it to yourself." For the first time, Mr. Fan began to reflect seriously. The choice of weapon might be too hasty.

Seeing that the other party was not angry, the young man became more courageous and muttered: "Your stationery tree is a teleportation object? Then you use stones or cans? It's not fighting, it's seduction."

Fan Peiyang: "..."

"Hey, why don't I seem to have seen you before? Are you new here?" The youth seemed to have discovered a new continent.

Fan Peiyang raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

The young man had a laugh, his eyes were already swollen from the beating, and he didn't lose his little pride: "It's useless if you don't admit it. I'm not bragging. How many people, how many organizations, and which houses are there in this dungeon?" Who lives there, which shop is the darkest, I'm clear, don't look at me..."

"Shop?" Fan Peiyang interrupted him suddenly.

Youth: "It's just a shop for business."

"What business?"

"Everything that can be bought and sold is made by others, food, supplies, weapons, stationery..."

"take me."

Fan Peiyang followed the young man through dark alleys one after another, turned and turned so much that he lost his way, and finally met the middleman who was called "the conscience of the underground city" by the young man.

Conscience does not produce food and stationery, he is just a porter of these things, and makes a profit by the way.

After leading the way, the young man took the introduction fee given by his conscience - two small buns - and withdrew.

Conscience closed the doors and windows, led Fan Peiyang to the attic, and asked straight to the point, "How are you going to pay?"

Fan Peiyang found it interesting: "You don't even know what I want to buy."

"Please sit down." Conscience sat down at a square table and motioned Fan Peiyang to sit opposite.

Fan Peiyang was kind and kind, and looked at him across the table.

Conscience is slightly fat, with a simple and honest face, but his eyes are shrewd: "You want to buy stationery."

Fan Peiyang was not surprised.

People who can make their business flourish should have this vision.

"The method of payment directly determines your purchasing power." Conscience took out a piece of paper from the drawer and handed it to him, "This is the stationery catalog. You can only choose from the first half if you exchange weapons, and you can only choose from the first half if you exchange food. You can choose any stationery, but it also depends on the quantity and quality of weapons and food."

Weapons, food, and hard currency in the dungeon, but because of the existence of stationery, weapons are not that important, and their purchasing power is naturally lower than food.

but--

<[Anti] I see through you> Inventory: Sufficient

<[Anti] Happy Moment Levitation> Inventory: 1

<[Anti] Admiralty Cover> Inventory: 2

<[Anti] Wuli Wuzhong> Inventory: 1

"There are four types of stationery in total, and there is no need to list them." Fan Peiyang said sincerely.

Conscience sighed, and said earnestly: "You are still young now, and you will know after staying for a long time. Stationery is the rarest treasure here. Some people are not many, and they are willing to sell even less. I have worked so hard to get it. Take these."

Fan Peiyang: "It's still all defensive stationery."

Conscience's chubby hand slapped the catalog, showing displeasure: "It's not like buying with sincerity."

Fan Peiyang is calm and relaxed.

On the way here, he saw an ATM.It has also appeared in other levels, and he has used it a few times. Just like using it in reality, the bank card receipts and payments will change in real time. This is almost the only point in this world that can be connected to reality.

"I don't have any weapons or food." He looked at his conscience, "Is money okay?"

Conscience sat up straight suddenly, his face was radiant, and even his voice became melodious: "You want to talk about this, I'm in good spirits."

You become you.

Boss Fan officially upgraded the VIP treatment.