Different dimension game

"In the past few decades, they have deployed a series of sealing plans in Paradise."

"I have to figure out what the plan is before considering the next move."

After figuring out these contents, the world view suddenly became complete.

Under the great evil that is overwhelming the city with black clouds, there are always people who are fighting humblely.

Just like the hint given by the old monk in the prologue.

【After all, it feels that every human being is a maggot in the stinky waterway. 】

[But it will not understand that there are always some maggots who are willing to do their best to climb out of the stinky ditch and look at the stars in the dark night. 】

[We are all stars. 】

……

Wang Hao excitedly started a new game.

The fifth reincarnation...start!

……

It was still the familiar small cave.

Lying next to him was an old woman, a beggar, an anomalous foundation soldier, Comrade Lou Ronggen, eating mushrooms with relish.

No matter how perfect a fly is, it is just a fly; a flawed fighter is still a fighter.

What's more, it is difficult to tell whether the old beggar's "sexy appearance" is true or not.

Wang Hao knelt down and showed a smiling face to Lou Ronggen: "Brother, brother, are you awake? How do you pick up crystals? You should know where there are more crystals, right?"

"Who are you? Do I know you very well?" Lou Ronggen opened his eyes and said grinningly, "Want to snatch my mushroom? No way!"

"Let me ask you, spar, how do you pick it up? I'm new here, and I haven't picked up spar yet."

"A single mushroom costs only one yuan. If you want it, you can take it! Is there any palace jade wine? Here are two bottles."

The old guy is pretending to be quite similar, and he may be saying some kind of secret code of the Anomalous Foundation.

Old Wang naturally didn't know the code, let alone Yuye wine.

"Brother, let me inquire about something." Old Wang cleared his throat, "It is said that on the attic on the right side of the third floor, you can get to the spar after a night's sleep. Go pick up something there?"

"Where did you hear the news?" The beggar's face changed, "It's impossible, there is no such thing!"

"I need to go there urgently, really urgently! I am new here, and I have to collect spars so that I can live a rich and happy life."

Wang Hao started talking on his own, emphasizing the word "urgent", "Brother, why don't you lead the way? How about I give you two cans of luncheon meat."

New here? !

There were fine beads of sweat on Lou Ronggen's forehead, and it could be seen that he had many doubts in his heart.

But here is not a good place to communicate.

He gritted his teeth, as if squeezing out a few words from his throat: "If you insist on going, I can take you there. Give me the can!"

After receiving the canned luncheon meat, he ate it voraciously, as if he wanted to be a hungry ghost.

"Brother, don't be so nervous." Wang Hao couldn't help comforting him, "We have seen too many storms and waves, so we just went there to pick up some crystals. Don't treat it as your last meal."

"Ahem!" The old beggar couldn't help but choked on him, but he was still eating, and gave him a meaningful look, "First time here?"

"of course."

"How's the situation outside?"

"Very well, even the monk is still alive. You should know the monk, right?"

"is it?"

The two chatted one after another, and after about 5 minutes, the two cans were eaten, and the old beggar regained some strength and stood up.

"Let's go, I'll lead the way."

……

……

The entrance to the third floor of the black hole seems to lead to endless space and time.Who could have predicted that this place is already the moon?Beyond the Moon is the truly infinite space—the universe.

Lou Ronggen was walking on the road ahead, a little dazed, he suddenly thought of a big question, what is the purpose of a person in his life?

Come and go, after all, there is nothing. When you come, you cry alone, and a bunch of people laugh around you; when you leave, you walk alone, and a bunch of people cry around you.

And between coming and going, everyone is pursuing different things, and in exchange, it is nothing more than fame, money or honor.

"Thus, human beings are tightly controlled by [it]." Lou Ronggen laughed secretly.

……

"Cough cough."

Wang Hao heard the familiar cough again.

If you go in the direction of coughing, you can find a note in the front crack.

"Maybe it's some hints from the newcomers? It may also be that [Fantasy] is fishing on purpose, and it also wants to find the last key."

But this time, Wang Hao ignored the cough.

He doesn't care what kind of possibility it is.

"Brother, it's just ahead...the safety zone on the third floor." Comrade Lou Ronggen, who has always been quite talkative, actually didn't talk much this time, and kept leading the way in silence.

The more you know, the greater the mental stress.

"Are you all right?"

"Of course, I think it's all right, take it easy."

"You have to get some supplies and bribe the janitor there. My old beggar is so poor that I can't afford bribes."

"A few more packets of biscuits, okay?"

"No problem, enough."

The third floor is considered a "barely" safe place, and the number of monsters is still small.

And the room leading to the eighth floor is located at the end of a certain tunnel with seven bends and eight turns, and the lights inside are fairly bright.

A red line is drawn here, which is regarded as a safe zone.

The structure of the house is relatively complete, with a total area of ​​about 20 square meters, divided into more than [-] small rooms, like a prison.There were also some vagrants who were lying in the bed eating mushrooms. When they saw Wang Hao and the others coming in, they looked at them vigilantly.

After the cookies were handed out, the hobo let them in.

"Many people come here for the first time, and they can find crystals here. What about you, have you gained anything?" Lou Ronggen whispered.

In his eyes, he also saw something shiny.The spar exuded light like ripples of water, brighter than diamonds, and even more than one - Lou Ronggen saw at least 10 or more light spots, some of which still had subtle colors.

However, he cannot randomly pick them up.

He deeply knew what these crystals meant, so he could only pretend that he didn't see them.

One year, at most one spar will be handed over, which is the limit time to ensure safety.

Otherwise, there is a risk of being "cleaned up"!

"I'll look carefully..." Wang Hao looked around the room for a few moments. Most of the supplies here were emptied by the homeless, leaving only some walls and wires that could not be moved.

Gray mushrooms grow from the walls and become a delicacy for the people.

Even, several larger rooms were forcibly occupied by some gangs.

Anyway, sleeping here is more comfortable than sleeping in a cave.

"I still haven't found the spar. Can you tell me what it looked like before?" Wang Hao sat down, picked up the compressed biscuit, and ate a few bites to restore his strength.

And handed the last pack of biscuits to the old beggar.

"When I came here, it already looked like this." Lou Ronggen sighed, "It is said that a long time ago, it was a communication station. There are many liaison officers working in various small rooms, so the sound insulation here good results."

"I don't understand why people at that time set up the communication station here. But it's already abandoned now, and even the equipment has been destroyed by homeless people."

"Is that so..." Wang Haoruo realized something.

Suddenly saw a homeless man playing with the radio, and quickly exchanged the tattered radio for the price of a bottle of water.

This thing looks a bit old, but it is exactly the same as the radio in the previous script "Tunnel of Sheep Gut". Press the button to change the channel.

Of course, the radio was completely broken, and no matter how hard I pressed it, it didn't make any sound.

"How long have you been here?" Wang Hao asked casually.

"More than 20 years." Lou Ronggen lowered his head, calculated, and finally sighed, "When I get older, I start to forget some things, and I don't know what happened to my wife and children."

"As for what's going on outside, sometimes I don't bother to think about it, just muddling along like an ostrich."

"Thanks for your hard work, everything will be fine, now I'm going to sleep." Wang Hao found that the [Sleep] option appeared above his character.

"Please be careful." Lou Ronggen couldn't help clenching his fists, his body trembling slightly, and murmured, "Be careful..."

He turned around and turned his head again, only to find that Wang Hao had fallen asleep peacefully.

The last time I saw such a scene was more than 20 years ago.

Mr. Xiang Hao also fell asleep in the same place.Everything is vivid.

Since then, I never woke up again.

It was a gray day, and they planned the suffering they would have to bear in the future. The so-called "hope" was still out of reach, and what surrounded human beings was still the impermanence of the world.

……

……

【You fell asleep peacefully in this small room. 】

[You who are lost in the lake, after waking up, you find yourself in a strange place. 】

[This may be a dream, or it may be real, you can't tell the difference. 】

[But the subconscious mind tells you that this is the core hub of the 'paradise', the eighth floor underground - "Tunnel of Sheep Gut". 】

[Go forward, you have no turning back. 】

In the claustrophobic alley, darkness like ink poured in from all directions, and Wang Hao once again returned to the quiet and deep tunnel that could only accommodate one person.

"Unfinished script. I... am back!"

Even with some psychological preparations in his heart, Wang Hao was still full of emotions when he saw the scene in front of him.

Going around and around, walking around the plot, he returned to the original starting point.

After touching his clothes, he found a sign on his chest with a series of ID codes [07132344] written on it.

He was wearing a thick raincoat, with a radio in his arms, and something warm was beating faintly in the backpack on his back.

"Plop plop", like a heart, with a subtle sense of weirdness.

The miner's lamp above his head glowed dimly, and Wang Hao turned on the simple radio that he carried with him.

A familiar voice rang out.

Channel 1: "Hello, everyone, who am I? It doesn't matter... Hey, I haven't chatted with you for a long time. How are you doing these days?"

"Sometimes I wonder what is the root of human troubles? The real reason is that people look too closely and think too much. Human desires are like black holes that will never be satisfied. Greed makes people unable to know themselves; hatred , make people lose their minds and feel malicious in their hearts; ignorance, people's vision is not wide, the more they live, the narrower they are, and then wrong cognition..."

"I regret to inform everyone that today may be my last day as a host."

"Our radio station will be closed soon, and today is the day to say goodbye to everyone... Here I will chat with you about some troubles in life. (noise)"

"(Noise) Are there any readers willing to call and talk about their troubles? No? (Noise)"

Wang Hao frowned slightly. He still hasn't figured out what this "Channel 1" represents.

The last time I came in, I was also chattering, not knowing what to say.

However, it should not be the body of [False Moon].

"Maybe some kind of friendly reminder?"

But "Channel 1" may be suppressed by [Falsehood], and dare not tell the truth...Let’s think so.

After listening to it for a while, the channel seemed to switch, from channel 1 to channel 2.