Su Er wasn't afraid of the light, but he felt a slight aversion to the warmth of the morning sun. Therefore, he woke up exceptionally early the next day, with no intention of taking a nap.
According to the agreement last night, the two of them planned to go to the hotel first today.
The door of the dormitory opposite was open, and the windows were also wide open, deliberately keeping the ventilation going.
Suer smelled a faint smell of blood in the air, and the boy sitting beside the bed had a wound on his forehead.
"Going to the infirmary?" Now that I've seen it, it's not a good idea to just pass by.
"It's just a broken skin, not serious." The boy raised his head. His hairstyle gave Sul a sense of familiarity, which was similar to Zhao Sanliang's Shamatte hairstyle.
"Are you going out?" the boy asked again.
Su Er nodded: "Hotel."
"Take me with you." He was quite direct and offered his hand: "Zhao Banjin, 30 years old."
Because the copy takes everyone's true appearance back to their youth, they have to mention their age more when introducing them.
Su Er shook hands empty-handed, feeling that the boy's self-introduction seemed to be directed only at him.
"He is Zhao Sanliang's cousin." Ji Heng's voice came from behind.
Su Er was stunned.
Zhao Banjin laughed: "It's unlucky, isn't it? My cousins were dragged into the same game."
Suer responded seriously: "The math teacher and I belong to the same organization."
"…" Zhao Banjin looked at him with a lot more sympathy in his eyes.
It was too early. Most players would take advantage of the first day to get some rest. As time went on, it was normal to go without sleep for a few days. There were only four or five people visible in the corridor.
Even in extremely quiet situations, no matter how soft the voice is, it can be captured clearly.
It wasn't until they went downstairs that Zhao Banjin regained his normal tone and spoke to them: "There are some dirty guys in the dormitory, but their strength is very average."
Suer glanced at the wound on his forehead but didn't expose it.
Ji Heng: "What identity did you awaken to?"
"Saint, an organization called the Illuminati once recruited me."
The Illuminati often provides free treatment to poor children and has a high social reputation.
It is very rare for a man to awaken to the identity of a saint, but Zhao Banjin himself is quite satisfied with it. Healing skills are very suitable for building personal connections.
Ji Heng: "You can sneak in and take a look."
"Lurking?" Zhao Banjin interpreted it in another way: "Is there danger?"
Ji Heng: "It's not surprising that all the players were wiped out, but killing a host is impossible on one's own."
Mr. Pu Liu also specifically emphasized the top three forces in the city during the training course: vampires, werewolves, and the Illuminati.
Zhao Banjin said in a deep voice, "I'll pay special attention."
The city's day begins early, and one can see many people rushing about on the streets. Su Er even sees groups of people heading to cram school, giving him the illusion of returning to the real world.
"Hello." The hotel receptionist smiled sweetly, but the moment she saw Sur clearly, her smile began to fade.
Soul: "Room 303."
Front desk clerk: "This one…"
Su Er directly provided his ID card: "I am an adult."
"I know." The receptionist said in a soothing tone, "It's just that you were arrested here yesterday. What if you get caught again today..."
She looked at the other two boys hesitantly, feeling helpless. Why couldn't they be more low-key and bring fewer people each time?
Soul: "Yesterday it was a misunderstanding. The air conditioner at school was broken, so we booked a room to do our homework."
"…"
After much pestering, the front desk clerk finally booked him a room out of despair.
Because someone died some time ago, the hotel business was greatly reduced, and no one dared to stay in Room 303 for a long time. It was only when Sur appeared that this situation was broken.
The cleaning staff cleaned the room on time and it was very tidy.
"Less than five minutes after I came in yesterday, the succubus's powers started to go out of control."
Ji Heng: "Try to recall the situation as much as possible without omitting any details."
Su Er took a step back and retraced his steps: "After entering, he threw away some trash, took out the snacks and wine he had bought, and tried to get the two drunk to get some information. He also pulled the curtains to prevent prying eyes..."
"Wait." Ji Heng suddenly interrupted.
Soul looked back at him.
Zhao Banjin moved faster and walked to the window. Soon he found some shiny powder on the thick cloth. He took some and put it under his nose to smell it.
"It's good stuff."
"Um?"
Zhao Banjin: "If you smell it even a little, the effect of my healing skills will be enhanced."
It's just that the succubus's seductive skills are quite special, and after causing problems, Sur couldn't help but look at the matter from a conspiracy theory perspective.
Zhao Banjin stood up and said, "Most likely, the players brought them themselves, just in case."
Su Er had a complicated expression: "It's a pity that I can't escape death in the end."
According to the information, the player who originally lived here was named Sen Huanhuan. He died in a strange manner, his neck completely broken when he was found. The students who came to the hotel with Suer mentioned that the deceased's expression was extremely distorted, and it seemed that he died in pain.
Now that the cause of the loss of control has been found, there is no need to stay any longer.
When he was about to close the door, Ji Heng suddenly stopped and said, "Sen Huanhuan almost survived to the end."
Zhao Banjin echoed casually, "She must be very strong."
Ji Heng: "Rather than being strong, I'm more intelligent."
From the remaining medicine powder, it can be seen that Sen Huanhuan had made sufficient preparations at that time.
Upon hearing this, Su Er took out the information Mr. Pu Liu had given him: "The host disappeared on the fifth day, Sen Huanhuan died at noon on the sixth day, and the host's body was found that same evening, but the specific time of death was not mentioned here."
Zhao Banjin's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but think of a possibility: if the host had an accident on the day he disappeared, Sen Huanhuan would have been the last survivor.
"With the host missing and her companions dead, she must have known her chances of survival were slim." Soul pondered for a moment and said, "Why bother moving to a hotel?"
At least there are more people in the dormitory building on a normal day, and the danger is only high at night. However, the hotel is unsafe all day long, as can be seen from the fact that Sen died slowly at noon.
Ji Heng started searching carefully at some point.
The same is true for Zhao Banjin.
Su Er casually flipped through the things on the table: "What are you looking for?"
Zhao Banjin had always thought of him as a quick thinker, but he didn't expect him to be so slow on such a matter. He said with amusement, "What would most people do if they knew they were going to die?"
"One for one, let's find a way to die together."
"...What else?"
Su Er: "With my last breath, I'll fight back."
Zhao Banjin had nothing to say.
At this time, Ji Heng looked over and said, "Try to find something like letters."
Suer nodded and searched carefully. Finally, he found a damp letter behind the bathroom mirror. Fortunately, it was wrapped in a layer of cloth, so the damage was not too serious.
The words were written very neatly, stroke by stroke, and it was hard to tell whether the writer was desperate or calm:
Everyone else is dead, and I'm afraid I won't survive either.
If there is a problem with the copy, the game should call players to explore again.
To make a long story short, there are three clues that can help: 1. There is something wrong with Wan Baolin, but if there are items auctioned that target your own superpowers, you must find a way to get them; 2. I suspect someone in this world has seen through our identity as outsiders; 3. Don't trust anyone from the same force or superpower organization.
Finally, I hope that you who are reading this letter can help take care of my family. I have left the address on the back of the envelope.
Sur: "She is making arrangements for her final arrangements, leaving clues in exchange for the player's care for her family."
He deliberately moved to the hotel to alert later players and guide them step by step to find the letter.
Zhao Banjin came over and wrote down the address on the back of the envelope, sighing, "I hope we can get out alive and fulfill this last wish."
Suer didn't respond. Senhuan was thinking about his family until his death, but he felt nothing when his parents left.
Alien? Or a monster?
Quickly shaking off this self-destructive thought, Sur held his breath and mentally suggested: Yes, he must have an extraordinary background, and all this happened for a reason.
Ji Heng noticed that Su Er was not feeling well, so he put the letter away and said, "Let's go."
Because he was worried, Suer was a little distracted on the way.
"cell phone."
"Um?"
Ji Heng: "The phone is ringing."
Su Er was stunned for a moment, took it out and looked at it. The two words "Sanhua" were very eye-catching on the caller ID.
The call was brief. After hanging up, Su Er took a taxi and said, "I'm going to the castle and will be back to school later."
Ji Heng: "Be careful."
Suer nodded, told the taxi driver the location, and the car drove away in a cloud of dust. The journey was smooth, and it took about half an hour to reach the castle outside the suburbs.
The people inside the door were sitting quite casually, some half leaning on the sofa, and some sitting comfortably on the carpet.
Their beauty is unparalleled, and their presence is truly captivating. The luxuriously patterned carpet, paired with the aristocratic men and women, is more captivating than any perfect painting.
"Sul." A seductive voice sounded: "Welcome to this big family, I am Yixin."
Soon, someone else lazily said, "My name is Erduo."
As they finished introducing themselves one by one, Sur's expression changed slightly.
One heart, two flowers, three flowers, four leaves, five branches, six yas, seven leaves, eight earths, nine trees, ten households...
"Is it caused by parents or acquired..."
"It was changed later." Sanhua's eyes sparkled. "Isn't it symmetrical?"
Before Soul arrived, there were only ten vampires in the city, and now all of them are in the castle.
"You're the eleventh." Yixin, the most alluring among them, curled his lips and said, "There's no need to change the name. It would destroy the structure anyway."
Sanhua pretended to be serious: "You can call it eleven minus one."
It wasn't even a joke, but it made everyone laugh.
Soul smiled along.
After a while, Qi Ye stood up and said, "Lunch is ready. I'll go serve the dishes."
The lunch was very sumptuous, and the beef bourguignon was very tempting, but it was a pity that it was not evening yet, so there was no way to add candlelight to decorate it.
Everyone was having a great time at the dinner table. Sur could vaguely feel that beneath the surface warmth, there seemed to be a vortex, and he was right in the center of it.
"Wan Baolin is going to auction a gun in a couple of days that can be used to fight werewolves." Sanhua took a sip of wine and said casually, "I'll go and see the excitement then."
Qiye wasn't interested: "An ordinary silver bullet costs tens of thousands, and rare ones start at six figures. I can't afford it."
Su Er ate his meal calmly, wondering if this seemingly unintentional conversation was meant for him.
After lunch, Suer did not stay long. Before leaving, he looked back and saw that everyone at the table was smiling and waving goodbye to him.
Su Er suddenly became curious about the expressions of the people inside when he turned his back to them.
·
Wanbaolin became the center of attention of the entire city.
There are a total of ten items in this batch. If they were placed in other sales venues, each one could be used as the finale auction item.
Players who always pay attention to the outside world naturally did not miss this news.
In the training room, there were still only twenty-four of the twenty-five players.
Sur appeared and disappeared for several days in a row, and the players went from being uncomfortable at first to getting used to it.
Zhao Banjin: "Where did he go?"
Ji Heng shook his head slightly.
"You didn't ask?"
Ji Heng said calmly, "I'm afraid it will make you upset."
He had been mentally prepared since Suer said he had an idea.
One of the products that Wan Baolin is bidding for this time is specifically for werewolves. Ji Heng sitting here can't help but attract attention.
Mr. Pu Liu stood at the podium and presided over the situation: "Someone has a clue. In exchange, he needs your help to steal an auction item."
There is no doubt that 'someone' refers to Ji Heng.
Soon a player spoke up: "That depends on the value of the clue."
Ji Heng said calmly, "The transaction is entirely voluntary. If you feel it's not worth it, you don't have to exchange it. Let me be frank, this dungeon does not restrict cannibalism."
It's almost as if it's made clear that if anyone gets a clue but doesn't contribute or does something bad in secret, they can just wait to die.
The classroom was so quiet for a while that you could hear a pin drop, and everyone was lost in their thoughts.
Finally, a player named Qi Wen was the first to break the silence: "The previous batch of players' mission is related to Wan Baolin. It would be a good idea for us to work together to find out what's going on."
Those who are chosen by the game to come here are not stupid. The advantage of collective action is that as long as you are strong and run fast, death will never catch up with me.
Everyone present was obviously confident in their own abilities and the deal was quickly concluded.
Mr. Pu Liu said expressionlessly, "I will provide you with a diagram of Wan Bao Lin's internal structure."
The host couldn't interfere too much with the dungeon, and the player didn't know the limits of what he could do. He was lucky to get a blueprint, so he immediately started communicating:
"The auction starts at 10 a.m. on Wednesday. Wan Baolin will definitely be a solid block the day before the auction. It's best to send someone to lurk inside starting today..."
"I'll be responsible for opening the safe then."
"Chen Lin is agile and can distract people."
After an hour of careful planning, a rigorous plan was put forward.
As the auction day approaches, every player is on high alert, almost to the point of panic.
The day before the auction.
Mr. Pu Liu gathered everyone together and said without warning, "Tomorrow's operation is canceled."
After a brief silence, the person sitting in the front row uttered only two words: "Reason."
Mr. Pu Liu glanced at him, turned on the projector and played a short video, which was all newly downloaded advertisements.
"Confidence Hall, beauty is so irreplaceable!" The person in the picture was holding a bottle of essence in his hand and showing a 45-degree smile.
"What's the secret to increasing your attractiveness? The newly awakened little succubus will tell you: a bottle of floral perfume is all it takes."
"Cheese wine, a wine that even vampires love!"
The shoddy commercial was so unbearable to watch that some players couldn't stand it and turned their eyes away after seeing the end.
The protagonist of the advertisement is naturally Su Er.
Ji Heng pressed his eyebrows and said, "That's his style."
Sur's code of conduct is: Never sacrifice your life if you can spend money.
He sighed softly, as if he could imagine what would happen at the auction tomorrow.
Zhao Sanjin smiled stiffly. While they were busy discussing how to get out of Wanbaolin, some people had already received the endorsement fee and were ready to spend a lot of money.
Not only they saw the advertisement, but also the vampire family.
At that time, they were gathered together, teasing whether there would be some annoying little bugs trying to fish in the troubled waters of Wanbaolin.
Sanhua has a cat with heterochromia like him, and he occasionally pets the cat's fur gently: "Wealth and honor are sought in danger, but there are always those who are not afraid of death."
Yixin said with deep meaning: "It is difficult for young people to learn their lesson before they suffer losses."
He almost mentioned Sur's name.
Juhu stared at the liquid in the red wine glass: "The bait has been thrown, and the fish should take the bait."
After saying that, he half-closed his eyes and took a sip of wine.
"Cheese wine, a wine that even vampires love!"
A lively voice came from the TV.
puff--
When he saw who was inside, Shihu was not mentally prepared at all and burst out crying.
Sanhua looked at the stain on the carpet, frowned, and changed the channel.
"Kisskiss lip gloss, the color that seduces vampires!"
"Datiandi Shampoo, the vampire's secret to preventing hair loss!"
Qi Ye was watching a TV series on his tablet. When the show reached a critical juncture, the screen suddenly went into a 15-second commercial break, and Sul's face suddenly appeared on the screen.
"…"
When the video was replayed, the number of comments suddenly increased.
[When did vampires start to be reduced to taking advertisements?]
[I'm more concerned about why vampires lose their hair.]
[I saw an ad for cosmetic contact lenses yesterday. There was a rumor that there was a vampire with double pupils, but it seems that was a lie. The person was actually wearing cosmetic contact lenses.]
Sanhua, who was standing by, caught a glimpse of this barrage of comments and lost control of her strength. She let out a cat-like cry and suddenly jumped to the other side.
Sanhua didn't try to catch him. Instead, she stared at Su'er's face in the ad, her expression grim. "Is he crazy?"
·
It is unknown whether Suhr is crazy or not, but he is very happy.
The time spent in the copy is limited, and it is very worthwhile to use up the exposure and audience favor in an instant in exchange for a long string of numbers in the card.
Standing outside the gate of Wanbaolin, Suer gazed affectionately at this auction house which is known as the best in the country.
He sneered for a long time and looked down at his watch. There were still twelve hours, nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds left before he would begin his performance.