The servants downstairs walked back and forth. Although Ren Yifei looked calm, a closer look revealed a thin layer of sweat on his temples. He was almost about to turn around and look for someone.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the profile pictures in his contacts.
The original owner's profile picture was of a field of flowers and plants, with trees trimmed into javelins visible below, and a gray-white driveway in the gaps.
This is a picture taken from the balcony doorway, looking outwards.
And this balcony, filled with flowers and hanging spider plants, seems familiar.
With a 'crack', lightning struck, and his memory instantly returned to just over ten minutes earlier, when his car slowly approached the villa.
"So that's where it is."
Just when you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you.
In that instant, a rough map of the location appeared in his mind. Ren Yifei turned off his phone and calmly walked to the right.
When I got to a fairly good spot, I saw a door. I opened it, and inside was the room of a single man dressed in a combination of dark blue and gray. The tension that had been building in my head suddenly eased.
He went inside, closed the door, and his stiff back relaxed. He loosened his tie and walked towards the neat bed.
The quilt seemed to have just been aired; it was soft and fluffy. He lay down in a starfish position, sinking into it gently, his eyes closed, not wanting to move.
From the moment I opened my eyes until now, I haven't relaxed for a single moment. I suddenly feel like I just entered the desolate corner.
I really want to just fall asleep right now.
His habit of taking a shower pulled him out of the soft bed. He untied his watch, loosened his tie, took off his clothes, and went into the bathroom, where hot water washed over his face.
Ten minutes later, he appeared in front of the mirror, drying his hair.
The man in the mirror was exceptionally handsome, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a high, straight nose, as if sculpted from ice jade, exuding an aloofness that could only be admired from afar.
"Someone who can be easily forgotten?" Ren Yifei raised an eyebrow, beginning to doubt the original owner's taste.
With such a striking face, why does he feel like he has no presence?
Of course, being good-looking doesn't guarantee close friends or popularity (being too good-looking can actually deter people from even considering it). But thinking you'll be easily forgotten is a complete misunderstanding.
At least his employees will definitely miss him when they encounter a standard, overweight CEO in the future.
He went to bed after drying his hair; it was already eleven o'clock. Card information updated:
[First Night: The Watchdog.]
[12 players have died; 12 out of 99 parts of the Ghost Seal have been unlocked.]
To call it a 'watchdog' is absurd, as if one could sense a deep-seated disdain from the desolate corner of the world. He suddenly had a rather far-fetched guess, such as professional jealousy...
Of course, this doesn't mean the Infinite Flow player is a "ghost," because it's an ironclad rule that ghosts can only kill players after 11 PM. He speculates that the ghost is an administrator or supervisor, and the two Infinite Flow players are fighting through this instance.
To be precise, it was the Desolate Corner that, through the 'ghost,' issued a challenge to the Infinite Flow of the Source World: Look, you're nothing special after all.
Moreover, so many people died on the first day, nearly a tenth of them, and this was only the first encounter.
It might not seem like there were as many players as at the Spring Banquet, but this was a group of high-level players, battle-hardened elites. Yet, so many died on their very first day in this infinite world. It makes it seem like the Wasteland Corner is quite incompetent.
If he were an official from the Desolate Corner, he would feel ashamed and embarrassed.
Of course, Ren Yifei had a guess that these unlucky players who died were probably not in the bodies of newbies, but rather in the bodies of veteran players who couldn't adapt to the game rules in a short time and were thus eliminated.
However, regardless of the circumstances, the players in the Wasteland need to improve their academic skills.
Oh, that includes Ren Yifei too; he was quite good at one subject but weak in another.
After placing his identity card, he checked all the props he was carrying.
"The desolate corner has completely lost its humanity." Ren Yifei clicked his tongue as he watched the items and skills take effect.
His items and skills are all unlimited: his items include the Ink Bone Fan, Guardian Charm, Moon Elf Heart, and Event Map; his skills include Resume, Archangel's Breath, and Deception; and his ghost cards are Fallen Angel and Granny Spring Branch.
In most worlds, these can be used freely. However, this time, the Moon Elf Heart, the event map, and Deception have all turned into an ineffective gray area.
So, aside from healing and basic cheat codes, all other cheat codes are unusable?
It's clearly an infinite flow world, yet the items and skills are restricted to the 'ordinary world'. He could almost smell the gunpowder of a battle between two infinite worlds across time and space.
Players are merely pawns and cannon fodder in this game.
Ren Yifei had been carrying unlimited items, so he still had about half of them usable. He couldn't even imagine the expressions on the faces of the others when they discovered that most of their items and skills were ineffective.
They must be itching to dance on the official grave of the Desolate Corner.
Before sleepiness crept in, he browsed through all the recent contact information in his address book: his grandfather, his grandfather's caregiver He Jun, his assistant Xiao Wei, his secretary... He found that they were mostly work-related. The original owner lived a very simple life and didn't have any friends to go out with on weekends.
As for emails, needless to say, they're all work-related. For example, recent revenue curves for key products, and the design department's plans to participate in an international competition.
He also found out about the company; it turned out to be a jewelry group with several sub-brands, mainly focusing on wedding jewelry and affordable luxury fashion jewelry.
This is a family business. Although he is the general manager, it is because his grandfather favored him. In fact, there are many uncles, cousins and other relatives in the business. It is not a place where he alone makes the decisions.
"No wonder he had such feelings." Even without the original owner, there were still several cousins who could take up the position of general manager, so he wasn't essential to the job.
This applies to career, as well as family, friendship, and love.
"He's gone, but the earth keeps turning, and no one is suffering unbearable pain because of his death. What about me?"
This question struck Ren Yifei squarely.
He thought he was invincible, but now a strange, indescribable sadness suddenly welled up within him. He was dead. Would anyone toss and turn all night, unable to sleep for him? Would anyone remember him until the very end of their life?
Will someone suddenly burst into tears after accidentally seeing his belongings?
"Why the sudden melancholy? It's all Saman's fault for making such a rash prediction."
If Saman hadn't said that, he wouldn't have thought so much about it. If he hadn't thought so much, he wouldn't have foolishly made a will. If he hadn't made a will, he wouldn't have thought about what would happen after his death.
Ultimately, it's all the dessert lovers' fault!
Ren Yifei had never believed in any kind of "flag," but his heart still skipped a beat when he heard those words. Only someone as rational as him would make such a foolish and superstitious decision under the influence of emotions: to use a flag to break a flag.
Even now, Ren Yifei still believes that he must have been drugged back then, otherwise why would he think that if he were made the beneficiary of the estate, he would survive?
"The dessert connoisseur is toxic; his aroma is a mind-altering incense that makes people's IQ plummet." He decided to take this to his grave; it was so stupid it was impossible to replicate, and just thinking about it made him want to vomit blood.
"Go to sleep!" He turns off the light, wraps himself in the blanket, and when he wakes up tomorrow, he will still be the same wise and shrewd man.
He woke up the next day to the sound of a soothing piano, and set Moonlight Sonata as his alarm. What a clever idea from the original owner.
Before he even opened his eyes, he reached under the pillow, found his phone, turned it on, and squinted open his eyes a crack: "Six-thirty? Only six-thirty?"
Is this the daily routine for elementary school students?
Ren Yifei groaned as he got out of bed, rubbing his face with both hands, finally managing to regain some of his icy demeanor. After taking his clothes for the day inside to brush his teeth and wash his face, he reappeared as a completely unsmiling, icy CEO.
The original owner's wardrobe was full of custom-made suits, and there was also a cabinet specifically for watches, containing more than a dozen watches that could be matched, many of which were custom-made models inlaid with jewelry.
His family's wealth must be considerable.
When he came down from the second floor, the old man seemed to have just finished strolling in the garden and was pushed into the restaurant, still carrying the chill of the outside air.
"Why is it later than usual today?" the old man asked.
"I slept in late," Ren Yifei replied. His eyes glanced at the caregiver quietly pushing the wheelchair behind the old man and he suddenly realized that the man taking care of the old man was very young and looked somewhat familiar.
Strange, this man's eyebrows and eyes... Hmm? Ren Yifei remembered, this man's eyebrows and eyes clearly resembled those of the original owner, but he was wearing glasses and his face shape was completely different, so it was hard to find this similarity.
It's also because Ren Yifei is in the entertainment industry that he has an intuitive feeling for bone structure, which is why he was able to discover this.
He raised his water glass and calmly drank his morning tea.
Yesterday, when we had a late-night snack, it was clearly just the two of them sitting down. So, on the surface, this man wasn't the 'host,' so he wasn't one of the original owner's cousins, or even a distant relative with any close kinship.
Illegitimate child? Whose illegitimate child?
If he remembered correctly, this person was also in his phone's contacts, with the note "(Grandpa Caregiver)." The original owner would often consult him about his grandfather's health. The first message was from a month ago, so it wasn't long ago.
If he is an illegitimate child, I wonder if he will have some relationship with the original owner, and whether it will hinder his actions.
Just as they were finishing breakfast, another young man came to the house. The old man saw him and called him "Xiao Wei," so he must be the original owner's assistant.
Xiao Wei first greeted the old man, then ran over to him and said, "General Manager."
Ren Yifei had finished breakfast, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and stood up: "Let's go."
They got into the special vehicle and entered an office building in less than half an hour. Ren Yifei was initially worried about encountering the same predicament as yesterday, but fortunately, the elevator attendant pressed the floor button for him without him having to say anything.
Twenty-four floors.
This is a high-rise-only elevator, which means the entire office building belongs to their group. They're really... rich.
After that, there was no need for him at all. His assistant opened the door for him, and his secretary poured him coffee. Ren Yifei took a sip, and it was so bitter that his teeth almost crumbled.
I really want to add a packet of sugar and a box of cream.
Although he was disgusted, he still drank half a cup of black coffee to fight off sleepiness.
After everyone left, he stood up and walked around the office. Although it was a jewelry group, the office was very simple.
There was a hidden door in the wall leading to a small rest room with a bathroom and toilet. The small room was neat and tidy, with nothing but some books.
He took out his phone to check the messages in the player group. Overnight, hundreds of messages had been refreshed. They were discussing the mini-games they had played before, and Lao Hu had also mentioned the "spot the difference" mini-game.
Ren Yifei carefully reviewed each item, organizing the information as he went.
He had previously thought that this infinite flow game had existed for a long time, but he didn't expect that the oldest player had only been playing for a month. That's right, it was Lao Hu.
The game is played once a day. The game is the easiest for beginners and usually ends in half an hour. As the game becomes more difficult, the duration will also increase. Some people have even played a game that lasted three days.
The games you've played won't reappear, but the format might. For example, yesterday he might be in a Qing Dynasty courtyard house, but next time someone else might be in a Western Han Dynasty residence. Therefore, sharing game experiences can increase your chances of survival.
"One point can be exchanged for 10,000, and the money can be transferred in person. Anyone want to exchange points with me?" A message suddenly popped up in the group.
After about three seconds of silence, the players started talking to themselves again, not swayed by a mere ten thousand.
"One point can be exchanged for 100,000."
This time, everyone remained quiet for an even longer period.
One million.
The entire
group fell silent.