Forces of Temptation

The mentality of other people is far less peaceful than that of a San value monster like Nan Zhou.

The scene just now was a horror fantasy that countless children had when they stared at the window in childhood.

——In the middle of the night, in the shadow of the shaking curtains, a head full of peeping desire will slowly poke out.

Even Lu Bifang was a little hairy, he strode upstairs and reported to He Yinchuan all the situations they investigated and everything they witnessed just now.

He Yinchuan was very indifferent.

"I know." He Yinchuan stretched out his hand and hooked Zhou Ao's shoulder affectionately, "Xiao Zhou discovered that thing 5 minutes ago."

Zhou Ao: "..." I am two years older than you, thank you.

Lu Bifang worried: "Then what should we do?"

Zhou Ao cherished words like gold: "There is a way."

"Just now, Xiao Zhou found out that someone was eavesdropping outside and gestured to me. I played tricks."

He Yinchuan blinked playfully, and made a footnote to Zhou Ao's concise words: "—I deliberately chatted with Xiao Liang and Xiao Zhou, saying that when we came down from the bottom of the mountain, we saw someone going to climb the mountain."

Lu Bifang's tense heart immediately relaxed.

In this way, the person who came to investigate got false information.

Since this group of climbers care so much about climbers, they will certainly not ignore the news.

Nan Zhou couldn't breathe steadily: "There are at least four of them, and they won't all leave."

He Yinchuan's understanding is very clear, and he is not so complacent: "It's a little bit less. We are discussing how to take the next step."

The teammates are very worry-free, and have arranged everything in detail, and Nanzhou is also a little more at ease.

He swayed, and barely took off the goggles with almost struggling strength.

It took more than half an hour back and forth just now, and the whole journey was bathed under the bright silver moon, which consumed too much of his energy.

He didn't make a sound, he just leaned against Jiang Fang and supported the wall with one hand, panting so pitifully.

Nan Zhou originally had a romantic appearance, but now that the snow falling on his eyelashes has been quickly melted by the room temperature, he looks tearful and aggrieved.

Noticing that Nan Zhou was sweating profusely, Liang Shu frowned, and quickly gestured to Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang understood, and picked up Nanzhou horizontally.

Nanzhou: "..."

Nan Zhou had never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

Like a cat being picked up belly-up for the first time, he frequently turned sideways to look at the ground.

Not because of shyness.

He was worried that Jiang Fang would not be able to hold him steady and would throw him off.

When he was carried to a room with only an empty bed frame and placed on the cold and hard bed, Nan Zhou still couldn't recover.

Liang Shu is a military doctor. According to her attributes, the props assigned to her by the system are mostly medical equipment.

She measured Nanzhou's heartbeat and blood pressure, and asked, "What's your usual blood pressure?"

Nan Zhou quietly shook his head.

Liang Shu was puzzled by his actions: "I haven't tested it, or I don't know?"

Nanzhou: "It's been a long time since I tested it."

Liang Shu pressed some acupuncture points on his head: "Do you have a headache?"

Nan Zhou shook his head again.

After asking a few questions, Liang Shu's serious face relaxed a bit, and the tails of cat-like sharp eyes naturally curled up, returning to a charming and affectionate demeanor.

Liang Shu: "I don't feel like you have altitude sickness."

Li Yinhang, who followed all the way in, was rather nervous: "What's the problem?"

Liang Shu considered it carefully: "At present, it seems...just weak."

Li Yinhang: "..." Shen TM physically weak.

She couldn't figure out why Nanzhou would have such severe symptoms if it wasn't for altitude sickness.

...It's almost like a different person.

"Fortunately. Gao Fan will kill people." Liang Shu said with a smile, "Physical weakness will not."

Nan Zhou responded indifferently: "At this time, physical weakness will kill you."

What Liang Shu said was indeed mostly consoling, but she didn't expect Nan Zhou to be so clear-headed, so she couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry. It doesn't matter if you are weak or something else, according to our team He's personality, we will carry you up as well." .”

Nan Zhou: "It's not a question of who is carrying whom."

Nanzhou: "The physical fitness of those climbers is very good. Just comparing physical strength with them may not necessarily win."

Liang Shu shrugged, and said half-comfortingly, half-seriously: "The quality is good, but the brain may not be."

She stood up, patted Nanzhou's shoulder lightly, and said with a look of not wanting to talk: "Take a good rest, Captain He and the others will come up with good ideas."

The group of five completely put them in a protective position.

This is out of good intentions, and it is also the most efficient way at present, so Nanzhou didn't say much.

After closing the door, Liang Shu turned his face and saw Lin Zhisong by the door as expected.

He dragged Liang Shu out of several rooms, and then cautiously asked in a low voice, "...how is it?"

Liang Shu knew who he was asking.

She answered truthfully: "Tachycardia, hypothermia, pale lips, profuse cold sweat, and no trauma on the body. It's just physical weakness."

Lin Zhisong's eyes flickered: "Oh."

Liang Shu saw what was on his mind, and put on the gloves slowly: "Don't worry, it's not just pretending."

Lin Zhisong nodded slightly.

Liang Shu: "Where did you see him, do you remember?"

Lin Zhisong uttered a syllable with unknown meaning. I don't know if he remembered it, or he just responded with a little sound to Liang Shu.

Liang Shu smiled.

This brother Lin has a very strange personality.

It's not that he doesn't fit in, but he is a typical inorganic man who is easy to immerse himself in his own world.

Lin Zhisong followed Liang Shu, step by step to the room where Team He was staying.

He suddenly asked, "Sister Liang. What did he say was his name?"

Liang Shu: "Who? Nanzhou?"

Lin Zhisong nodded knowingly, and fell silent again.

Liang Shu had long been accustomed to his eccentricity, and walked forward without looking back.

Lin Zhisong silently read the name:

Nanzhou... Nanzhou?

Even the name is familiar.

……

Li Yinhang hugged the bedrail, watching Nan Zhou with pale lips holding a pot of 70-degree boiling water that Lu Bifang had just brought over with a heating rod, sips, his lips gradually turned blood, and he felt a lot more at ease.

I have to admit that with the backing of "bronze", she also relaxed unconsciously.

Although she knew that the five climbers were agile and weird, it was difficult for her to bring up a strong sense of crisis when she was beside the police uncles.

Nan Zhou put on an appearance of drinking water wholeheartedly.

No one knew what was going on in his mind.

The ubiquitous moonlight poured in from the window, mosaicing his outline into a furry and soft appearance.

Jiang Fang easily saw through him: "What are you thinking?"

Nanzhou put down the green marching pot: "Why is the dungeon called 'Full Moon Fear'?"

Li Yinhang wanted to interject and persuade him to rest well and not to think too much when he was not feeling well, but after thinking about it, she obediently kept her voice shut.

She knew that neither Nan Zhou nor Jiang Fang were people who would depend on others.

Jiang Fang pointed out what he was thinking: "Do you think the moon is the key to breaking the game?"

Nan Zhou: "Of course."

Nanzhou drew a half circle with one hand: "It is so big, there must be a reason."

Jiang Fang laughed out loud.

Nanzhou's ideas are always strange and interesting.

But there is still some truth to it.

Nan Zhou looked at him: "...you are laughing at me."

Jiang Fang stroked his hair: "No."

Nan Zhou shifted his gaze to the marching pot again.

There are fine silver lights swaying in the pot, which contains half a pot of water and half a pot of moon.

But when he thought of the giant moon of unknown origin, the remaining half pot of water was not attractive to Nan Zhou.

He slowly screwed on the bottle, and said to himself: "Also, why are they killing people?"

According to the climbers, Luna is a man-eating monster.

True believers should not remind Nanzhou and the others at all that they should send sacrifices to the gods they admire.

But they obviously didn't even allow them to do the action of "going up the mountain".

In this way, who will pay tribute to the moon god?

Won't Luna starve to death?

Nan Zhou instinctively felt that if he uttered his conjecture, he would make Jiang Fang laugh again.

He didn't want Jiang Fang to laugh at his thoughts.

But Jiang Fang had a good-looking smile.

... What a dilemma.

Jiang Fang took the kettle from his hand and twisted it two more times before the cork was really tightened.

Nan Zhou watched his movements: "You don't seem to be greatly affected."

He was referring to his fear of heights.

Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Fortunately, we are only climbing mountains, not rock climbing."

Nan Zhou said frankly: "Yes. I am relieved."

Seeing him say the word "rest assured" so seriously, Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing casually, "Why do you care about me so much? Do you have me in your heart?"

Nan Zhou touched his chest, weighed it carefully, and said cautiously: "Of course I have you in my heart."

Jiang Fang: "..."

Li Yinhang: "..." No, aren't they avoiding people when they say such things now?

Nan Zhou asked suspiciously: "Is there a need to ask this? Don't you have me in your heart?"

Jiang Fang: "..." His ears rang a little after being hit by the straight ball.

Jiang Fang coughed lowly, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he quickly changed the topic: "Are you hungry? I just found some compressed biscuits."

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

The compressed biscuits found in the small building are surprisingly poor in texture and taste.

In terms of taste, it is not much different from eating thicker straw paper.

But Nan Zhou held the biscuit bag and bit it, showing no sign of dislike.

...In short, it looks very good to feed.

Nanzhou slowly ate a pack of compressed biscuits, let the cold Nanjixing out of the warehouse to breathe, fed it a few mouthfuls of biscuit crumbs, and beckoned to Jiang Fang to see if he could release himself. Go into the warehouse.

... As a result, unexpectedly, it didn't work.

The cold protection items on Nanzhou's body are all temporary items provided by the system for missions.

According to the algorithm of the system, each cold protection item exists independently.

Even gloves are divided into gloves (left) and gloves (right).

In other words, even if Nanzhou and the others got it, these temporary props could not be counted as part of their body.

As a result, when Jiang Fang was thinking about Nan Zhou and forced him into the warehouse, all of Nan Zhou's cold protection equipment was blown off and fell to the ground.

It's freezing temperatures of around minus 30 degrees outside.

And looking at the angle of the moon's movement, it is not yet midnight.

The coldest time of the day is yet to come.

In other words, once the dungeon race really started, under the extreme cold, as long as Nanzhou chose to be put into the warehouse, it would be impossible to come out again.

Otherwise, before he even had time to put on the already heavy and complicated equipment in the ice and snow, he would be frostbitten and frozen in a very short period of time, which would affect his mobility even more.

This also means that if he chooses to enter the warehouse, he will hand over his fate to others.

For Nanzhou, it is not the best choice unless it is a last resort.

Nan Zhou walked out of the warehouse and put on his equipment again.

...he was sweating profusely.

When he finished dressing and was leaning against the head of the bed to rest for a while, the fully armed He Yinchuan pushed open the door, raised his eyebrows at the three of them in high spirits, and made a lip-synch.

"Pack up and get ready to go."

……

After the gecko man went back and reported the whereabouts of climbers down the mountain, the captain Hammer man frowned and thought for a long time, and asked the black bear man and gecko man to go down the mountain to investigate the situation.

Hammer Man and Ice Picker Woman remained.

Two hours later, the small concrete building disappeared out of thin air.

But the faces of Hammer Man and Ice Hoe Woman seemed to be paralyzed by the snow-capped mountain wind, and they were expressionless, as if such miracles were commonplace for them.

On the vast snowy field, there were eight figures busy setting up tents, as if planning to set up camp in the same place.

Hammer Man watched their every movement through the snow bushes.

...they are the ones who are likely to go up the mountain.

...their words cannot be believed.

...all lies.

Probably because of their skilled hands, their windproof tents were quickly set up, and the windproof lamps inside were also warmly lit up, reflecting the snow in a dazzling golden color.

It's just that with the moon's head start, most of the gold was taken away by the silver, and it looked quite dim.

After shaking for a while, the black shadows in the tent fell asleep.

Two hurricane lamps were extinguished, and only one was left, vaguely showing a figure sitting in the tent.

Probably the night watchman.

Staring at such a snow field for a long time without eye protection can easily lead to snow blindness.

But the two people who stayed at the camp just stared at the tent hundreds of meters away with dry eyes.

Just like the moon in the sky, there is no emotion in their eyes, just a cold light to watch and observe.

After about an hour and a half.

Bear Man and Gecko Man reappeared next to the camp tent.

They shook their heads silently, indicating that they hadn't been able to find the target.

Hammer Man lowered his head, his eyes as black as dead wood were fixed on the snowdrift in front of him, without turning, like a corpse.

He got up suddenly, stepped on the snow all the way, panting violently, and ran all the way to the camp they had observed for nearly two hours.

creak, creak.

The loose snow was roughly trampled down by him, and then quickly froze in an instant, forming dirty footprints.

... The night watchman in the tent has not moved since I don't know when.

Rushing to the front of the tent, he suddenly opened the curtain of the tent——

There were several first aid training sleeping bags stuffed with thick winter mattresses.

There are also two life-size dummies in full winter gear.

It's so clear that even the hair is imitated.

——This is Liang Shu's usual prop puppet.

B-level props, substitute doctors.

It can be used not only to practice first aid, but also to confuse at critical times.

Limited to 5 pieces, these are the last two.

There was no one in the tent.

Under Hammer Man's gloomy gaze, the bear man who followed behind also had a clear view of the situation inside the tent.

With a low growl, he grabbed it with his bare hands, lifted the doll weighing more than 100 kilograms in the air, and with a quick grip, smashed the head on the spot.

The gray-blue fingers of the hammer man holding the hammer tightened: "...chasing."

"We can't let them see... Moon God..."

"Never. . . never."

……

According to the topographic map drawn by Zhou Ao in the small cement building where they have a dominant view, there is a snow hill 50 meters away from the small building.

According to the GPS data and the camp location data measured by Lu Bifang just now, Lin Zhisong started modeling and simulated a relatively accurate visual dead-spot path specially aimed at the perspective of mountaineers at the camp.

As long as you come to the snow hill, you can slowly detour to the other side of the mountain, completely disappearing from the sight of those strange climbers.

According to He Yinchuan's plan, they need to use the lighted tent to attract the other party's full attention, then pretend to rest, turn off the two lights, hide their bodies in a dark place where the lights can't be found, and crawl from the rear opening one by one. Climb out of the tent, hide behind the snow hill 50 meters away, and then follow the predetermined route and move forward in a detour, out of their sight.

... Commonly known as "escape in person".

But when the small building disappeared and they started to set up tents, they realized a difficult problem that they had ignored.

Under the icy moonlight, everything from their camp to the snow hills was so clear.

—without shelter, they had no way of escaping.

But they are not chameleons.

Most of the survival props provided in the small building are the eye-catching orange and camouflage colors that are most suitable for snow mountain rescue.

Just when they were in a bottleneck, Nan Zhou, who had mostly recuperated, came up with a rather incredible idea.

It was with his help that the plan was successfully executed.

When fleeing, they were covered with shelters drawn with Nan Zhou's props [Ma Liang's sketchbook].

A snow field of 8x8 square meters.

At first, the "bronze" people were a little worried.

How does Nanzhou draw a snow field with a fixed area?

…Until Nan Zhou simply and rudely wrote an area calculation formula in the sketchbook.

——Is that all right?

...It turns out that this really works.

However, even with the shelter, there is not much time left for them.

[Ma Liang's sketchbook] is only a B-level prop, and the maintenance time is only 3 minutes.

Fortunately, after going around the snow hill, the visual inspection does not exceed 50 meters.

However, while paying attention to concealment, dragging a huge mountaineering load, and crawling on the permafrost that has condensed for more than ten years in the alpine snow field, it is self-evident that the physical strength consumed is huge.

Fortunately, when the dungeon officially started, the wind and snow suddenly picked up.

While the strong wind blinded them, it formed a certain blinding effect for the other party and swept away all their footprints.

As for the "weak" Nanzhou, he was simply dragged there.

Even so, when crossing the snow hill, half of Nan Zhou's trousers and boots, which were covered with orange-yellow assault pants, were directly exposed to the outside of the snow hill because of the sudden disappearance of the cover.

Fortunately, Nanzhou reacted very quickly, quickly turned around, and spontaneously rolled into the dead corner of the hill.

After climbing to the snow hill, the eight people, who were almost exhausted, lay down on the ground in a haphazard manner. After a full delay of seven or eight minutes, they bowed their waists, lined up, and slowly groped sideways according to the established route.

For the next part of the road, they still did not dare to be reckless.

They moved very slowly, almost hunched over the ground.

Therefore, when they circled around without any danger and turned back, they could no longer see the concave gourd-shaped snow valley of the other camp, and everyone could hardly stand upright.

But no one offered to rest.

When climbing up about 100 meters, due to the further increase in altitude, Nan Zhou was a little out of breath and had a slight dizziness.

Only then did the large troops pause for a brief rest.

Nanzhou managed to continue breathing with a portable oxygen cylinder.

Jiang Fang didn't say anything, but gently patted his back to help him recover his ability to breathe.

Under the moonlight, Nan Zhou's face was so pale that he could clearly see the fine hairs on his neck and the blue veins under his skin.

But Nanzhou was always facing the moon, thoughtful.

He Yinchuan panted, and pulled Nanzhou's hand: "Can you?"

Jiang Fang flipped his hand politely, covered Nan Zhou's cold hand, and replied indifferently for him: "He can do it. If he can't, there is me."

Liang Shu, who was at the side, forced himself to eat two pieces of compressed biscuits, and was about to ask if Nan Zhou's body could hold it, when he got up, his expression suddenly changed.

In the warehouse, the props [Doctor Substitute], which were originally displayed in light gray, disappeared one after another!

It was discovered!

Liang Shu suddenly shouted: "—'Goujian'!"

The moment the mission code name was called out, the originally relaxed atmosphere froze instantly.

Zhou Ao got up first, consciously stood at the front, and walked up.

He Yinchuan consciously walked around to the end of the team, ready to go to the rear, and urged in a low voice in the howling cold wind: "Hurry up, hurry up! Go!"

Nan Zhou understood, and when he was about to stand up, his knees were bent under the weight of the heavy jacket, and he almost fell into the snowdrift again.

Just when his body was about to touch the snow, a force pulled him straight up from the ground, hugged him face to face with one hand, and put him directly on his shoulders.

Nanzhou: "?"

Jiang Fang hugged Nan Zhou who hadn't reacted yet, and the gentleman said, "I'm offended. Teacher Nan, don't move."

Nan Zhou obediently curled up on his shoulders, and looked down at Jiang Fang's legs that started to walk on the snow.

From this angle, Jiang Fang's legs were exceptionally long.

He couldn't help being distracted, thinking, it really looks like an arctic rabbit.

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