Hurry up and make money, or you will be banned!

The two of them swept the fourth floor again, which made Xuelu feel refreshed by catching orders.

In the last big suite, four people slept. With the cooperation of Xie Huating, they were isolated one by one, blackmailed and then killed.

In the end, it was sold for 21000 gold coins, Xuelu was so excited that her little face flushed.

The fight just now took a lot of energy, and the two sat down by the vending machine to take a rest.

Xie Huating used the coins found from the corpse to buy two drinks, but there was no electricity, so he had to smash the window with his fist and handed Xuelu a can of juice.

"My identity design can't eat, it's a pity."

"I can't either," Xie Huating smiled, "but you can cool off... Wait until tomorrow, there won't be anything left in the vending machine."

Not long after the power outage, the cold drinks in the vending machines were still a little cold.

Xie Huating lifted the can that was covered in white mist, and gently stuck it to Xuelu's sweaty face.

The icy cold touch came, Xuelu breathed a sigh of relief, took the can in the slender hand, and smiled at Xie Huating: "Thank you."

Seeing the balance getting closer and closer to the price of the godhood in his mind, he was in a great mood, and his eyes lit up when looking at people.

He admired from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Hua Ting is really amazing, the moves just now, oh...stunning is fast and accurate, my success rate is not high."

After blowing a few rainbow farts, Xie Huating saw him happy, and couldn't help smiling: "Find an angle, practice more. Don't praise me anymore, I'm not that good, it's just accumulation of knowledge and experience."

"It's really not an exaggeration. It's really comfortable and efficient to cooperate with Brother Huating."

As he said that, Xuelu felt embarrassed again: "It's a pity that the number of eliminations is all counted on my head, and I should give half of it to Brother Huating. Wait until I get out, and I will transfer the money to you..."

Xie Huating stopped him amusedly: "What are you talking about nonsense, and you are still transferring money... Shouldn't it be colleagues who help you? If we change the rules of killing, you will definitely help me, which is what I should do. "

The more Xuelu thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't take advantage of it for nothing, so she turned on the system and transferred 1000 gold coins.He originally wanted to transfer 0 yuan, but was afraid that Xie Huating would find out that the source of the funds was too large, so he had to cut it down to [-], which was in line with his new consumption level, and bought some gifts for Xie Huating for the rest.

Xie Huating refused to accept it, and turned it back: "I took my favorite, and the kid who just started talking to me about money, how much can I get for this round of salary. If you feel embarrassed, just go out and treat me to a meal." .”

That's fine, Xuelu nodded: "You said it yourself, you can't steal my checkout."

"It's a word."

551 also sighed: "Brother Hua Ting is so nice, strong and gentle, why can't I match such a good teammate, damn it, Liu Lian knelt..."

Xuelu smiled proudly at the check mark: "Because you are good, isn't it normal for a vegetable to match a vegetable?"

551 Storm cries: "I'm not very good at it, I'm solo queued for silver, okay!! If it wasn't for Liu Lian Kneeling, I'd be able to get gold!"

Xie Huating's system is a Tibetan silver cufflink, engraved with fine and small flowers.Xuelu asked curiously before, and Xie Huating said that it was Udumbara.

The cufflinks turned into a white bead under the signal of the owner: "I have honored the dead for five seasons. What rank are you, I will take you to the top."

551 was stunned: "My god is amazing, thank you, my god! I...I am silver three."

Baizhu: "..."

Damn it's better than expected.

But the owner hinted that it was going to curry favor with 551, and Baizhu reluctantly switched the regional server: "I'll create a new account to take you, wait."

After a short rest, the two finished sweeping the third and second floors, and finally walked towards the first floor of the hospital.

But as expected, the first floor is where most players gather.Whether it's the hall, the IV room, or the half-burned canteen filled with smoky smell, there are five or six or a dozen players sleeping together in groups, unable to start.

The time has just passed three o'clock in the morning, which is the time when people sleep the most.Even so, the two of them were afraid of waking up the players, so they went back the same way and searched for the last time, and after confirming that there was no single person missing, they went back to the gastroenterology department on the third floor of the hospital.

After all, after killing the single person today, the others will be alert, even if they can't fully guess Xuelu's killing rules, no one will dare to sleep alone.

Xuelu slumped down on the doctor's armchair with familiarity, and yawned a little: "It's four twenty, we're pretty quick..."

"Sleepy?" Xie Huating said softly, "Go to sleep, it will be dawn in less than two hours, and I will call you at that time."

dawn?

Xuelu was taken aback, stepped off the chair, and opened the curtains.

"It shouldn't be dawn," he said softly, "Look."

In a world as dark as a curtain, there are no stars, let alone the moon.

The light source is missing, the horizon disappears, and the darkness wantonly unifies the sky and the earth. Everything in the field of vision is wrapped in the "spherical" darkness.

Black is so wrong.

When the abnormality first appeared at night, I could still see the outline of the outside world clearly, and I could see the reflective metal gravel in the barrenness.Now, even the outline of the church not far away cannot be found.

Xuelu took out the flashlight and tried to illuminate his field of vision, but the weak light of the flashlight was swallowed by the darkness like a stone stuck in a swamp.

"Humans are light-oriented creatures," Xie Huating looked serious, "Darkness will amplify negative emotions, especially fear, restlessness and irritability..."

Only a dozen hours have passed since the dungeon started, and the more than 70 players who have survived until now will survive for 7 days. It is not surprising that anything will happen.

Xuelu suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door, one deep and one shallow, like heavy rain boots smashing into the mud, splashing muffled wet mud.

A girl was crying, choking out a few words.

"I... don't want to go... Is there no other way?"

"Time is running out……"

"Are you sure this choice is correct?"

When the door was opened, the wind from the desolate call sign rang, but no one was seen, and there were no strange conversations.

Xuelu vigilantly threw a tool to detect footprints, but saw nothing.

"Aural hallucinations? Brother Huating, do you hear footsteps?"

Xie Huating was thinking about the logic between the camps, but he didn't pay attention: "No, is it the wind outside the window?"

Also a possibility.Xuelu picked up the flashlight and looked around the corridor carefully, there was nothing strange.

He shook his head, and the suppressed curiosity came up again: "We have finished our mission tonight, let's go to the fifth floor to have a look. There must be a lot of clues hidden in the archives or the dean's office. The priest and Xiao En will meet soon." Definitely can't finish it."

Knowing that Xuelu was very curious, Xie Huating naturally listened to him, and the two went up to the fifth floor.

The whistling wind outside the gate on the first floor suddenly amplified for a moment, and someone should have opened the door—Vivienne and Dangshan who had gone out to explore the way came back.

Xuelu went straight to the dean's office.

Before pushing the door, I thought it would be an enemy's lair full of institutions, but found that the biggest difference between this place and the Department of Gastroenterology is that it has a larger area and more valuables to show its status.

Other than that, wall-mounted bookcases, desks, computers...it is just an ordinary office.

The flashlight shone across the ground, and footprints on the tiles were messy, with different sizes and patterns. It seemed that many people had been there.

But the wall-mounted bookcases are neat and tight, and no one seems to take things away.

"Father Albert?" Xuelu called softly, "Sean? We are here to help."

No one responded.

"Maybe somewhere else on the fifth floor," Xie Huating said, picking up a book with a badly worn cover, which was an old professional book on brain science, "So many notes... This dean seems to be a real one. "

On the bookshelf, 90% of the books are about medicine, most of which are about brain surgery, which made Xuelu wonder if she went to the wrong place and walked to Huo Lvxing's office.

But the name tag on the desk was indeed Dean Grant Celan.

He picked up a miscellaneous book with an interesting title called "The Least Probable Event in the World", which recorded the unbelievable and ironic "small probability" events that happened around the world in a relaxed and humorous language.

For example, after jumping into the swimming pool, the ring was washed away by the circulatory system. After 10 days, the water pipe in the backyard was blocked, and the ring was actually dry.

Xuelu casually flipped through a few pages and saw a cartoon illustration.

The Q version of the blue and green earth, huddled in a corner with aggrieved, next to three vicious bullies: meteorite, volcano, and an unrecognizable black mass.

""The End of the World with a Probability of 0.00001"?" 551 read it out, "Accidental explosion, meteorite landing, extinct volcano eruption, plus nuclear radiation leak... think too much, this author is definitely a catastrophist, why? There may be such a small probability of bad luck..."

Xuelu knows what "Earth" is, and it is the place where players lived before entering the nineteenth floor.Regardless of the history of any country on "Earth", this small-probability event has never been recorded, and it is obviously a fabrication.

The last few pages of the book list several "hypothetical" small probability events leading to the end of the world.

"This is a funny book."

Xuelu put the book back, and went to the small drawer under the bookcase. In addition to office supplies and other small things, there were also a car key and a few brand-new restaurant coupons, which were printed with an expiration date of August 1999, 8.

Xuelu called Xie Huating and showed him the coupon: "Maybe the dean put something in his pocket casually, so the copy date is 1999?"

Xie Huating nodded approvingly, and directed him to look at the small shelf next to the desk.

Newspapers and periodicals hung heavily on the small shelf.

Most of the journals are academic journals, and there are also leisure magazines.Newspapers are the hospital's internal newspapers, as well as local and national newspapers with greater influence.

"With so many newspapers, if there is a clue, it must be the headline. Just look at the headline and subhead."

The two quickly looked through the newspapers. The latest one on the top was published on August 8. It said that the diplomatic negotiations between a certain country and a certain country had broken down, and it was suspected of restricting trade in medicines. Three or four pages were full of experts' impact on the pharmaceutical industry. analysis.

"Restrict drug trade...?" Xuelu thought for a while, and then vetoed himself, "The scope is too wide, Grant Celan Hospital is only a private hospital in the suburbs, mainly for nearby residents, even if the outbreak of war affects its business Not big."

Xie Huating also nodded: "Focus on reading the newspapers in the hospital and local newspapers."

Xuelu roughly flipped through the domestic newspapers again, and on the last page, her hands stopped and her breathing stopped for a moment.

Taking up half of the page is a photo.

Big eyes with slightly raised corners, a delicate nose, and a slightly thick lower lip...

That is himself.

He subconsciously looked up at Xie Huating, who was frowning and flipping through the newspaper, and had no time to pay attention to him, so he carefully pulled out the newspaper.

Clear bust photos are printed in black and white.

"Xuelu" is dignified and solemn, looking at the camera with a pair of quiet eyes. The temperament of the whole person is completely different from Xuelu's. It is tough and wise. The brows have been baptized by wind and frost, but they have not lost their youthful vitality.

He was wearing a dress-style uniform, a police cap, and a row of large and small medals on his chest. It can be seen that "he" is a policeman or soldier with many merits.

The headline of this newspaper is "Olga Qi, an agent of the Chinese Security Bureau, was awarded the Queen's Medal and added a baronship".

The following are his glorious deeds, and the condolences and praises of various experts.

Rows of tiny typefaces directly narrated the life of "Olga Tsz", which made Xuelu's head dizzy and his vision blurred.

At first, he could treat this photo with a normal heart, telling himself that it was a clue to Olga Setos's hidden identity and had nothing to do with him.But the more you look down, the more you find something wrong.

In an interview during his lifetime, Olga Qi said——

"'My Chinese name is XueluQi, it was chosen by my mother,' Mr. Qi explained when he was interviewed about the meaning of the strangely pronounced name, 'Xuelu means the path of learning, Qi Xuelu, and my mother's motto is Shushanyouluqin She hoped that I would love learning and grow up to be a person who can contribute to society.’”

Qi Xuelu has the same pronunciation as his name, and there is only one word difference in writing.

But... the names of their Type IIs, unless they voluntarily change their names later, aren't they all random by the system? !

Xuelu closed her eyes tightly, and called 551 with a trembling voice: "What is this... It can't be a clue to the dungeon, right?"

Hearing Xuelu's voice was so gloomy, 551 frantically manipulated Prince Yaoyao to hang on the crazily murderous jungler: "What is it, let me see?"

But the moment 551 responded, Xuelu swore that he heard the string of messy electrical sounds.

I heard it for the second time.

It was the sound made by the twin brother in the previous copy when he entered the Gate of Vientiane. At that time, he thought it was a special sound effect, so he didn't pay attention to it - something was out of order, and it exceeded the computing power of the electronic equipment, and it issued an overwhelmed alarm sound.

Although it took less than 0.5 seconds, it was still captured by the highly vigilant Xuelu.

But Xuelu was taken aback by 551's reply, and it said suspiciously: "This is the clue of the dungeon, look, it has the name of Olga Celan printed on it."

"Impossible," Xuelu blurted out, "Look carefully, it's Olga Qi... Wait?!"

When he refocused his gaze on the newspaper, the words on it changed unexpectedly.

"Olga Celan was awarded the Order of the Queen for her martyrdom".

In his life, the agent of the security agency who sneaked into the Golden Triangle smuggling line alone and wiped out the drug gangs on the Asia-Europe Link Road has also become the one who exposed David Celan Hospital's secret production of hallucinogenic drugs and destroyed the drug industry. people.

The age, appearance, and time of death are all the same, but he is completely different from the person he saw before.

Xuelu didn't believe in evil, and held a flashlight to read each word. Every word seemed familiar, but it formed a completely similar deed of another person.

There was too much movement on his side, Xie Huating also put down the local newspaper in his hand and came over to read it, he said in surprise: "No wonder your killing rules are different from ours, like a small boss, it seems that you are a key NPC with a plot line Yes."

Xuelu didn't answer his question, but asked eagerly: "Brother Huating, what do you think is printed on this title?"

Xie Huating smiled: "You forgot to load the full-language translation package? I'll read it to you, Olga Celan died righteously... If I remember correctly, Olga Celan is your hidden identity, right?"

Xie Huating's voice was warm and deep, but Xuelu didn't hear a word of what he said next.

He was the only one who saw the "real" newspaper just now.

He closed his eyes tightly, his voice trembling imperceptibly: "Got it. By the way...Brother Huating, have you seen in the dungeon...the record of another person who is very similar to me ?”

This question was asked abruptly and strangely, Xie Huating thought for a while: "You mean like now? Yes, when your NPC identity is more important, there are usually key clues scattered around. Like a copy of a plot, it will definitely Someone is a BOSS."

As he said that, he read the newspaper again, folded it and stuffed it into Xuelu's pocket: "This may be a key clue, it cannot be destroyed, you hide it well."

"It says that Olga Celan died in January. The body was found in the hospital mortuary. It seemed to be frozen to death... The former hospital was called David Celan Hospital, and it was revealed that it illegally produced hallucinogenic drugs , Killed the whistleblower. But the police still wiped out the criminal gang, and the hospital was renamed Grant Celan Hospital to avoid suspicion." Xie Huating quickly concluded, "No wonder the hospital with a history of more than 1 years is named after the current president. name……"

He found that Xuelu was out of his mind, and stopped to analyze worriedly: "Are you nervous? It's okay. The key NPC also works the same way. Don't stress too much."

"Okay... I know," Xuelu forced a smile, and changed the subject casually, "By the way, what signs will the corpse show when it's 'frozen to death'?"

"It depends on when the body was discovered," Xie Huating said, "Before the thawing, the skin is usually black and white; after thawing, it will appear dark red and purple..."

Speaking of this, Xie Huating was taken aback: "...You reminded me that the corpses in this dungeon that violated the murder rules seem to have frozen to death?"

Xuelu nodded: "The rules of killing say that corpses will experience our way of death. At present, the probability of NPC's death is the same. So, not only 'Olga Celan', but also your clinical psychology The doctor, Brother Huo's vice president...everyone died of freezing. There is a high probability that they died of freezing in January."

Is it collective death?

But there is a high probability that Olga Celan was retaliated after reporting the crime. Why did the others die in the same way as him?

In a daze, Xuelu and Xie Huating searched through the remaining newspapers and periodicals, but there were no more records about the hospital.

The dean's desk is as clean as a model room. There are no notepads or important documents. It is estimated that the player or the priest who came first took it away.

The time came to 5:50, and it was about to be 6:[-].

In dungeons, 7 o'clock is usually regarded as "the beginning of a new day", unless the geographical dimension is high enough, it will be dawn at 7 o'clock in any season, which can guarantee "spending the night", so NPCs must finish processing before 7 o'clock Things to do at night.

Before leaving the dean's office, Xuelu took out the newspaper in his pocket and took another look.

In the black-and-white printed photo, the young man with the same appearance as him is looking back at him calmly and resolutely. In a trance, he seems to see himself in the mirror.

They rushed to the back door of the church to gather, and the two were the last to come.Standing still, Xuelu noticed that the number of people seemed to be one less: "Huh? Where is Dangshan?"

Vivienne was wrapped in a one-piece raincoat, with her head buried, unable to see her expression clearly.Hearing this, she trembled very slightly: "He... melted."

She raised her head, but the hood of the raincoat had collapsed in half.

Following the astigmatism of the flashlight, Xuelu was shocked to see... Vivian's jaw was gone.

Only the upper jaw and tongue remained, and the joint of her missing mandible was like a rough section of plasticine, melting into irregular fleshy paste.

The author has something to say: 90% of the clues of this dungeon have been released, and the little angels can guess the truth without prizes~~

(There is no ranking this week, I feel wronged, but I will work harder. I treat JJ like first love, but JJ abuses me every day, I hate it)