Forces of Temptation

But the ticket inspector is like a programmed machine.

He repeatedly asked "Do you want to get on the bus" and "Please show the ticket" ten times, but he didn't get a response, so he put on a cold face, moved to another place mechanically, and soon disappeared. shadow.

Nan Zhou looked down at the contract in his hand, his eyes fell on the last two lines, thoughtful.

He wanted to ask the flight attendant something.

However, when he looked up, he was the only one left on the huge platform.

The flight attendant seemed to have walked into another space out of thin air.

Except for Nan Zhou who stayed on the platform alone, the surrounding area was palpitatingly empty, with no vitality at all.

Nan Zhou was stunned for a moment, then took out a note from the warehouse.

Before entering the game, they each tore off five sticky notes, wrote the real pass strategy on them, and put them in the first grid of the warehouse, so that they could see them as soon as they opened the panel.

"This world is a fake, if you voluntarily die, you can pass the customs."

However, when "Nanzhou" shuttled through the sandbox world, Nanzhou was actually trapped in the "Nanzhou" body, and his consciousness was clear. Unfortunately, he could not speak or move his limbs, so he could only talk to "Nanzhou" Shared vision.

"Nanzhou" has also counted the warehouse items.

Nanzhou could see clearly that after officially entering the game, this sticky note with the method of clearing the level evaporated out of thin air, and there was no trace of it in any grid.

When he actually cleared the customs, it lay back to the warehouse in good condition.

...It seems that the method of cheating on the spot is not feasible.

Nanzhou set off and searched the station for a while, but did not find any way out.

This is a waiting station of a few hundred square meters. It is unremarkable. Where the name of the station should be wedged on the platform pillars, there are only four corner nail holes and the slight scratch marks around the nail holes that were forcibly pried.

The waist-high snow-white tiles that were uniformly laid at the station have turned yellow, and the pillars and walls above the tiles are uniformly painted with green paint. The paint has been mottled and peeled off in large areas, and it looks quite old.

Nanzhou carefully searched the trash cans in the station and other storage containers, and found that the inside was so clean that he couldn't even find a piece of paper.

There is also a dusty kiosk in the station that specializes in selling newspapers and periodicals, but the outside has been locked one after another, and the surroundings are also surrounded by dirty glass, which can barely be called transparent on all sides. Peeping in from the outside, at least you can be sure that there is no one hiding inside.

If it is not necessary, Nan Zhou does not want to destroy anything for the time being.

After confirming that there was nothing to investigate at the station, Nanzhou boarded from the door of the No. 1 carriage of the train, intending to investigate the past section by section.

There are six trains in total.

At the end of the No. 1 car is the driver's cab, the door is open, and there is no driver inside.

Nanzhou started from the first compartment and walked all the way to the rear of the car.

The interior of the train is simple. There are two rows of seats in each row. The two rows are facing each other. Between the two rows of facing seats is a one-foot-square retractable plastic table board covered with light yellow. Stains of unknown origin.

This kind of interior decoration belongs to the most primitive old-fashioned trains, which are no longer seen.

But in the eyes of Nan Zhou who is curious about everything, these are the freshest things.

The first car was fairly clean, except that there were two empty plastic water bottles thrown on the ground, and the bottom of the bottle was slightly deformed.

There was also an open bowl of spicy instant noodles on the plastic table. Nan Zhou reached out to touch it and found that the tentacles were cold. He didn't know how long it had been thrown here. The smell was rotten. The undistilled roots are distinct.

Nan Zhou walked straight forward.

There is a water heater, a washbasin, and a toilet that can be shared by men and women at the junction of each carriage.

Nan Zhou touched the iron water heater with his hands, and found that it was very hot, and his fingers hurt, so he pinched his ears and continued walking.

The second car was a little tidier, without any clutter, as if it had been tidied up, but an old-fashioned ballpoint pen fell into the corner, and a pennant was hung on the wall, with the inscription "Civilized Carriage".

A rusty nail was nailed to the car board next to the pennant, and a dark blue hard board clip was hung on the nail, and a form was clipped on the clip, with the title "Starting Record Form".

As soon as Nan Zhou picked up the hard board clip, before he had time to turn it over, he was choked by the dust that hit his face and sneezed.

When he took a closer look, the date on the record sheet was blurred, and the column of "Number of Crew" was filled with 4 with a light blue ballpoint pen.

... 4?

Is this the same as in the [Brain Invasion] world?

Are tin soldiers, swans, and puppets floating in the sea the records of previous failed players?

Nan Zhou made a silent note in his heart, put the things back to their original places, tried not to destroy their original appearance, and walked to the No. 3 compartment.

Car No. 3 is relatively lively, like a group of people relaxing and chatting, there is an old magazine on the table, the gaps are full of dust, and there are a lot of smashed melon seed shells on the side of the window On the small table, I didn't have time to clean it up.

After watching Nanzhou for a while, he continued to walk forward.

The doors connecting carriages 3 and 4 are tightly closed.

Pushing away and walking to the junction of the 3rd and 4th carriages, Nanzhou suddenly stopped.

He looked at everything in the fourth compartment, and his expression gradually became confused.

——It looks like a violent brawl took place here.

A plastic table on the west side was broken, exposing white plastic stubble, extremely sharp.

The stubble head was stained with black and red blood, the blood had already dried up, it looked like someone's head or eyes hit here.

Because, with this tip as the center of the circle, a human-shaped silhouette of blood is sprayed all around.

The pillowcase of the headrest that had been put on the train was also messed up and covered with blood stains. A whole piece of curtain was torn off and covered the ground. There was also a large amount of blood on it, but the curtain was darker in color. Blood stained it, more like a stain.

Nanzhou followed suit, stepped through the mess of the place, and came to the fifth carriage.

A glass window in the middle of the fifth carriage was broken, and pieces of debris stood sharply upward like a forest of knives.

What is shocking is that there is half a broken bloody palm print on the glass.

…It was as if someone had been thrown out of the window and was still clinging to the windowpane. In order to survive, he held on to the glass and let the sharp edge penetrate his palm. He persisted for a long time before letting go.

Nan Zhou reached out to gesture for the bloody handprint, and found that the handprint was not very big, like a girl's hand.

And from the broken window of the No. 5 car, a lot of blood was sprayed.

Stepping on the bloody footprints all the way back, into the sixth compartment.

Nanzhou also followed the footprints and entered the last carriage.

At the end of the carriage, a large pool of blood gathered.

This scene has a strong storytelling.

Nan Zhou could even imagine that a person who was seriously injured in the fight, after throwing another person out of the carriage, the main artery was cut by the backhand of the desperate person.

He staggered towards the last carriage, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and greeted his death in despair.

Nan Zhou was in a daze for a long time.

He thought that after he walked out of the box world, all games were over.

But this weird train once again posed a puzzle for him.

After getting out of the car door of No. 6 car with his thoughts on his mind, Nan Zhou was faintly startled again.

Suddenly, there was thick fog on the platform.

The mist came from the west, and the sky and the earth were assimilated into white. The white air was like silk, smooth and unrestrained, and soon surged to Nanzhou's side, like a giant moving beast, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed Nanzhou into its belly.

According to his memory, Nan Zhou returned to the platform chair where he was sitting at first, and re-entered the state of meditation.

He needs to organize his thoughts.

...until a series of footsteps sounded from the other side of the platform, calm and powerful.

Click.

Click.

The sound of the hard-soled leather shoes hitting the ground was extremely crisp, and it came slowly in the white mist, which was quite strange.

Nan Zhou listened carefully at first, but after identifying the identity of the visitor, he quickly dispelled the excitement in his heart and just sat still.

——The second passer appeared.

…Yuan Mingqing was holding the ticket and the contract, and it was only when he reached Nan Zhou that there was a person sitting in the mist. In a blink of an eye, he stepped back a few steps, and at the same time, the butterfly knife in his hand was already shaken, and the blade was in an instant Intercourse and twisting several times, there is a sound.

Nan Zhou showed no expression, and looked up at him.

After seeing the face in the mist clearly, Yuan Mingqing, who was shielding himself with a horizontal knife, heaved a sigh of relief: "Scare me."

Yuan Mingqing was in a good mood, and even had the courage to sit side by side with Nan Zhou.

Not long after Yuan Mingqing took his seat, the zombie-like flight attendant appeared out of nowhere and asked ten times before and after if he wanted to board the bus.

Nan Zhou looked at the clock that was evaporated by the fog, leaving only a phantom.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the clock on the station was designed to be extremely large, with thick and sharp hour and minute hands. It can be seen that a full hour has passed since I first arrived at the station.

Yuan Mingqing obviously also discovered that the performance of this NPC is regular, and asked aloud: "How often do you come here?"

This question is within the scope of the NPC's answer: "Hello. From 6 hours to 3 hours before the departure, I will remind you every hour; from 1 hours to half an hour before the departure, I will come every half hour. Remind you once; from half an hour before the departure to the official departure, I will remind you every 3 minutes."

Yuan Mingqing laughed and didn't believe it.

It's better to keep things like time in your own hands.

After Yuan Mingqing finished asking questions, Nan Zhou also asked the question he hadn't had time to ask just now: "When will the next bus come?"

But after answering Yuan, Ming and Qing's questions, the NPC stopped answering and turned back into the mist in silence.

Nan Zhou reached out to grab him, but only caught a handful of mist spreading from his fingers.

He parted the fog and chased after a few steps, but the flight attendant seemed to have melted into the fog and disappeared completely.

After asking two questions before and after, Nanzhou can basically confirm that this NPC has limited functions and can only answer one question at a time.

Last time it answered the departure time, this time it answered the frequency of the timekeeping.

Nan Zhou sat back to his original place and said to himself, "I'll ask next time."

Yuan Mingqing broke through the last difficulty alone, and he was in a good mood at this time, eager to share, even if he was surrounded by someone he didn't like very much, he didn't care too much: "What did you encounter?"

Nan Zhou didn't really want to tell the story of "Nan Zhou" and {Jiang Fang} with irrelevant people, and said vaguely: "The situation here is very complicated. What is your game?"

Yuan Mingqing: "My side is an FPS game."

Nan Zhou: "...FPS?"

Yuan Mingqing tried to explain with logic that Nanzhou could understand: "CSGO, cross the line of fire... eat chicken?"

Nan Zhou still stared at him.

Yuan Mingqing took a deep breath.

... He and Nanzhou are two dimensions worse, and it is more troublesome to explain.

"It's almost like the 99ers in the 'Old City State' Colosseum," he said.

Nan Zhou nodded: "Oh." He understood.

Yuan Mingqing: "..."

... Nanzhou's reaction made him share the joy of success with a [-]% discount.