The boss actually opened a cute new trumpet!

There was no wind, and the weather was sultry and hot. The stench of rot and filth pierced through the nose, and the buzzing of mosquitoes lingered in the ears.

Su Buyu moved his body, and the mosquitoes gathered on his body dispersed with a "buzz".

He covered his forehead and sat up on the bed beside him.

He had never experienced a proving ground that required such a long time to recover his sanity.

Even before going to Cyber ​​Island, it was not so strenuous, and the conditions were not so bad.

He looked at the surrounding environment, but the room was dark, with no lights and no moonlight.

Su Buyu could only try to slowly explore the surrounding environment with his hands.

In the room, there was only a tattered mattress on the concrete floor, surrounded by different bottles and cans and packaging bags that had not been thrown away.

Su Buyu touched it again, and fished out something that looked like a tattoo machine from a washbasin. There were also tattoo pens, razors and other common tattoo items in the basin.

So, his current identity is a "tattoo artist"?

Su Buyu touched around the house, but found that there was no window in this room, only a rusty iron door.

He pulled the door lock and opened the "babbling" iron door, and an even more unpleasant smell came towards him with the "buzzing" of mosquitoes and flies.

"Well……"

Su Buyu covered his mouth and nose.

As soon as he looked up, he saw golden characters floating in the air in front of the door——

[Welcome to Cyber ​​Island, the A733 proving ground. 】

[This is the best proving ground, and it is also the worst proving ground, whether it is heaven or hell, it depends on your luck. 】

[Congratulations, your role is a tattoo artist. Don't let other trialists discover your identity, and expose a trialist's identity, and you can successfully pass the first level of the test. 】

[If your identity is discovered, or if you die here due to various accidents, please savor your death. 】

[Skills and items that do not match Cyber ​​Island cannot be used here. 】

[And, you will be randomly assigned to the same feature. 】

[Features are being randomly generated...]

[Congratulations, the feature you voted for is terminally ill. 】

[Survival time is randomly selected...]

[Congratulations, the time you cast is one. 】

Su Buyu: "..."

There was a sudden burst of fire in his chest, and this fire couldn't help but want to rush out.

"Ahem——" He coughed violently, but the smell of blood was in his mouth.

Su Buyu casually wiped the blood from his mouth, couldn't help laughing, and said to himself slowly: "My luck won't be like this? I can only live for one day, right?"

He lowered his eyes, leaning on the wall and walking around to look around.

It was dark, damp, cramped and dirty.

He seemed to be in a walled city, where there were wooden boards, cement, and even glass bottles randomly piled up on the walls, all kinds of wires pulled above the head, and there were fishy and smelly gutters under the feet where flies and insects were constantly flying.

There are food residues and packaging bags in the gutter, as well as all kinds of feces, urine and garbage, and even tiny needles and blood...

Although the environment here is poor and dangerous, there are a lot of people, and a family of several people can be squeezed in a narrow space.

Su Buyu continued to walk forward, stepping on the wooden boards on the gutter, only to find a ray of red light in front of it, it was an old light box, the lower half of the light box seemed to be broken, and there were stains on it. blood.

The light reflected from the red light box fell on the ground, also like the stubborn blood in this cramped world.

He poked his head and took a look. This was an ordinary noodle shop, and it smelled pretty good inside.

He put his hand into his pocket and walked in slowly.

The owner of the store has greasy hair, and the apron on his body is so black that the original color can hardly be seen.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he greeted Su Buyu, "Hey, come to eat noodles again."

Is it a tester or an ordinary npc?

Su Buyu sat down on a red, oil-stained plastic stool, let out a "hmm", and then bowed down and coughed non-stop.

The store was so dirty, he sat down on his buttocks, feeling that his buttocks were going to be stuck to the grease on the stool.

The boss dragged a pair of red slippers, opened the dirty curtain, and went to the kitchen for him.

The lingering smell of smoke in the room made Su Buyu cough a few more times, his lungs were on fire, and there was a stench in his throat.

He looked around the store.

This store is also not big, there are only four simple folding tables in the room, and two lamps above the head emit a dim light.

He found a pot of pigs on the ground, and there was a big spoon in the pot.

Seeing no one around, he approached the big basin, as if he was watching a pig enter the water.

However, he took this opportunity to pick up a big spoon and take a look at his face. Although the spoon was not clean, he could barely see his current appearance——

A thin, pale-faced, fish-eyed young man with half-long hair.

The young man was wearing a yellowed white T-shirt, two straw-like thin legs under the big pants, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet. He was simply dejected and decadent.

Su Buyu probably understands her own identity setting, but she doesn't know whether the name here can be chosen by herself, or whether she should follow the background.

He heard a commotion outside the door and immediately sat back in his seat.

Soon, a group of gangsters poured into the store. Their hair was dyed yellow and green, and they were talking about who they wanted to grab the territory with.

Su Buyu glanced at it calmly, but didn't say anything.

"Yo! Brother Tang, you're here too!"

Su Buyu slowly raised his head, and glanced at the little gangster who greeted him.

A few people next to him asked him, "Do you know him?"

The little gangster smiled and scratched his head: "After I was promoted, I found a place to live around here. Brother Tang is a tattoo artist in our area. Look, he tattooed my blue dragon into the sea for me."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt, turned around, and showed the tattoo on his back to everyone.

Everyone praised.

"Hey, Brother Tang, can you give me a tattoo too when you have time? Don't worry, you are indispensable for the money appointment."

Su Buyu coughed a few more times uncontrollably, turned around slowly, glanced at the punks, and nodded.

The little gangster in a plaid shirt smiled at Su Buyu, shook his arms, and shook back the shirt that had faded from his arms.

Su Buyu opened his eyelids and looked at this person carefully.

The little bastard sat down and continued to talk nonsense with his friends.

At this time, the boss brought out a bowl of noodles and placed it in front of Su Buyu.

Su Buyu saw the boss's shiny black thumb stuck in the noodle bowl for a while, and a crooked black hair fell from his thumb into his bowl.

Su Buyu: "..."

vomit--

He picked up a pair of wooden chopsticks that he had used countless times, twisted them back and forth in the noodle bowl, but refused to let the noodles into his mouth.

Suddenly, his ears moved.

Su Buyu immediately stood up and went straight to the boss's kitchen.

As soon as he lifted the curtain and came in, the boss was startled.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Su Buyu glanced at the flies gathered on his panel and the swarming earthworms on the ground, covered his mouth and coughed while saying: "I have a stomachache, toilet... paper..."

The boss shook his hand, and said indifferently, "What kind of toilet are you looking for? You can just squat by the sewer and pull it up."

"Boom—" There was a knocked sound outside suddenly.

Then, there was a burst of violence: "It's these four little bastards who dare to collect debts on Brother Hu's site, what the hell."

"Brothers, copy the guy!"

Then, "ping ping pong pong" and various screams of fighting came from outside.

The boss bowed his back, secretly lifted the curtain to take a look, and didn't dare to go out at all.

Su Buyu also stood behind him, looking outside.

Another gang of punks came outside, fighting with the first gang.

The machete pierced the flesh, and blood foam flew everywhere; the wine bottle was smashed into the head, and the head was smashed open.

The table was overturned, the stools were all over the floor, and even soy sauce and vinegar were scattered all over the floor.

"Run!" The first group of people were outnumbered, a yellow-haired man shouted, and fled first.

"Chasing!" The people behind chased after the guy, and the sound of "ding ding bang bang" gradually stopped until it was far away.

Seeing that everyone left, the boss came out slowly, as if he couldn't see the blood on the ground, and rearranged the overturned table and stacked the chairs.

Su Buyu coughed and followed out to help the boss clean up the place.

The boss glanced at him: "Aren't you going to take a shit?"

Su Buyu: "I was scared back."

The boss curled his lips: "What's the matter? It's not like I haven't seen it before. It's nothing like ninety-five cities if I don't call three or four times a week."

Su Buyu silently memorized the place name "Nine Five City".

The boss glanced at the noodles lying on the ground and smacked his lips: "These bastards ruined my things again, but you didn't finish it, did you? Wait until I make another bowl for you."

He rubbed his lower back, "Anyway, you are not in a hurry. Someone secretly pulled the wires in your area today, burned a few wires, and all the power was cut off. I guess you won't be able to call tomorrow. If you can’t do it, please help me here.”

Su Buyu thought to himself: If I'm really unlucky, and I only get a body with only one day's life, and the place where this body lives is due to an unexpected power outage, then I really... have to go home.

Su Buyu nodded and helped the boss clean up.

The boss looked at him: "Little Tang, why is your cough always bad? Do you need to see our black doctor? If it's really bad, let's do body modification."

Here comes the signature project of Cyber ​​Island - the body transformation of the tester.

Su Buyu gave a "hmm" and asked slowly, "Do you have any recommendations?"

Boss: "What a fart to recommend, isn't the most powerful black doctor here is the one who kills thousands of knives."

He pointed to the top, "It's on the ninth floor of Jiuwu City, you can just ask anyone and you will know."

Is this still a three-dimensional walled city?

What floor is he on now?

Su Buyu thought for a moment, and asked, "The two groups who fought just now... are unusual."

The boss was angry that they always smashed his shop, and said without any scruples: "It's not ordinary! It's just that I just came up from the third floor downstairs, so proud that I don't know who I am, thinking that I can be in Jiuwu City It's rampant here, hmph, the gangs on the fourth floor are much more powerful than them, and you'll be honest if you beat them a few more times."

He picked up the severed hand from under the seat, threw it directly into the stinky ditch in front of the door.

A wet wild dog rushed out from nowhere, grabbed the severed hand with a "wooooo", and quickly left with its tail between its legs.

There are really some dangers with distinct floors here.

If Su Buyu is an honest person, he might just stick to his tattoo business and wait for other practitioners to come to his door.

But he is a dishonest person, and the selected characteristics are still terminally ill with a short lifespan. I don't know if this "one" refers to a day, a week, a month, or a year.

No matter what it is, let's figure it out first. Thank you for the information. Even if you don't need it yourself, you can give it to your teammates.

The boss babbled on non-stop, Su Buyu coughed and coughed and listened, saying a few words from time to time.

"You want me to tell you..."

Su Buyu raised his head and looked towards the door.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

The boss also looked over.

At this moment, a large group of unscrupulous men in floral shirts and big pants walked in, carrying bloody machetes and iron bars.

This group of people are the ones who beat up the gangsters who were eating in the store just now.

The boss is like a rooster whose throat has been held down, and his voice suddenly fell silent.

He showed a flattering smile: "Is this Brother Hu? Why are you here?"

The leading man had wheat-colored skin and a crew cut on his head. He looked vigorous and capable.

He looked at the machete in his hand, and said slowly, "This month's protection fee..."

The boss immediately said: "Yes, yes, I have to thank Brother Hu for helping me drive those little bastards away. They eat and drink for nothing at my place all day long!"

As he spoke, he turned around and ran into the kitchen, and soon held a wad of banknotes in his greasy hands and stuffed them to the leader, Brother Hu.

Brother Hu gave a "tsk" and took the banknote, "Don't worry about it, I'm the boss here. After taking your money, I will naturally take care of the disaster for you. If you have something to do, report your name. If they make trouble Just let someone call my brothers here, huh?"

He held the money and patted the boss's face twice.

The boss smiled, "Okay, Brother Hu."

Brother Hu glanced at Su Buyu, turned around and led the younger brothers away.

Su Buyu touched his chin.

In this short period of time, he had already met many people, but he really didn't see who would be the tester.

The NPCs in this round were too real, and the testers were too smart to show their feet easily.