Hurry up and make money, or you will be banned!

When Lao Zhang was called out, he thought that Xuelu was looking for him to discuss tactics, so he followed obediently.

The two stood still behind the rockery in Karesanshui, but Xuelu stared blankly at his unmoving face, making Lao Zhang confused.

This... He has an old nose and old eyes. When he was young, he was excluded because of his ugliness. When he was old, he was not even handsome. What is this pretty little brother doing?

He pinched the corner of his clothes uncomfortably: "Little brother? Why did you ask me to come?"

exactly the same.

The left eye that creased unconsciously when he was worried overlapped with Uncle Zhang when he was in the [-] mall.

The same darkness, the same conspiracy between the two, obviously only less than a month apart...

Oh my goodness.

551 was also quite shocked. The honor of the deceased warned him to hang up and punish him, but he didn't let him recover.

"What's the matter, isn't Uncle Zhang thrown into the abyss cage? The dog man surnamed Huo said that he, uh, was suspected of murdering several employees, and he would never even think about it in this life... Could it be that he escaped from prison?"

551 denied himself again: "No, even if he escaped from prison, how did Uncle Zhang become a player!"

The bright golden eyes trembled, avoiding the confused Uncle Zhang, and fixedly looked at Mao Tuan'er.

"I still want to ask you this question."

551 shook his head frantically: "Master, do you think I know it? Don't worry, it might be a bug again. I'll search the database for you!"

Xuelu watched suspiciously as 551 turned on the light screen, entered the database with system privileges, opened a bunch of internal pages crackling, and the fluffy balls were prickly due to high-speed calculations.

It's not like hiding.

Xuelu looked at Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang is now a player, he can't see 551, and he can't hear the conversation of one person, one system. From his perspective, Xuelu's daze is over.

"Are you really an individual player?"

"Ah, yes, are you curious about this?" Old Zhang smiled innocently, "I'm young, my skills are not very good, and my brain is not as good as yours. I want to join an organization, but no organization wants me."

"Really?" Xuelu said coldly, "The strength to enter the S-level dungeon...how come no organization wants you?"

Lao Zhang just laughed, Xuelu knew he couldn't pry anything, so he changed the direction.

"So, what's your relationship with the agent?"

"The agent is... oh, you mean a tall man with one eye?" Old Zhang paused, "We are fine."

"Last night the agent died."

The moment the voice was thrown out, Lao Zhang obviously panicked.

He didn't care about why Xuelu asked him about the agent, looked at Xuelu's expression again and again to confirm, and rushed out anxiously, looking at the discussing crowd in the distance.

A group of people gathered around the door of Room 5.Dahai had a loud voice, arguing, "Why did the agent die? Did the judge go away?" Xiaotu bit his nails nervously, "This bastard, why did he die without finding anything?"...

Lao Zhang felt cold all over, and understood the current situation.

"...Why did you see it?"

"Is it difficult?" Xuelu raised his eyebrows coldly, "I have been watching you, your acting skills are too bad. At the beginning, I thought you were pretending to be stupid... After all, how can there be such a stupid person in the S-level dungeon? Before the time of the devil yesterday, you accidentally exposed that you were 'playing stupid and don't know how to kill werewolves', so I realized how stupid you are."

"It's really stupid to mix it up, but it has fooled people for a few days."

"Yes," Lao Zhang smiled dejectedly, "it's pointless to hide it. It's like this... My name is Zhang Mang, and I'm actually a newcomer."

He said: "I stumbled into a welfare book by mistake and got a bunch of good things. I met Yuan Jian, oh, he was an agent. He said I was lucky and wanted to take me into an S-level copy."

"You actually agreed?" Xuelu frowned, "You don't know how dangerous an S-level dungeon is?"

"It's useless for me to refuse," the middle-aged man squatted on the ground dejectedly, a little broken. "The man surnamed Yuan is full of heart and soul, and his stomach is full of bad water, and he doesn't even say a word of truth. I don't know why he brought me in until now..."

"On the surface, he said that the S-level dungeon has high risks and high returns. He valued my good luck. He covered me and gave him half of the good things; but in order to force me into the S-level, he gave me S-level props , buy me a godhead... what he actually pays is estimated to be far greater than the income, what is he planning for!"

"He's fucking dead right now... Good luck ass!"

As he said that, Uncle Zhang took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, probably brought by the characters in the plot, and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's a pity that the characters in the plot brought cigarettes, but not lighters, so Lao Zhang could only indulge in his addiction, which was a bit miserable.

"Forget it, it's good luck to be able to enter the game on the nineteenth floor after death, and live more than ten days," he smiled wryly, "I guess my good luck is useless."

Xuelu captured the message: "Ten days? Specifically?"

"More than two weeks...about sixteen days," Lao Zhang recalled, "Yes. I just passed a novice dungeon, which took a week. I came out to rest for a week, and then entered the welfare dungeon, which took a few hours. Come out to get benefits Ben, two days later the agent forcibly took me into this book."

The time after Uncle Zhang was arrested is also right...

Xuelu continued to ask: "Can you tell me how you died?"

"Disgraceful. I am very confused. I love money and love to gamble. I embezzled more than [-] million yuan from the unit and lost it all. I was sentenced to death. My wife and children ran away. The last period of my life was torture like hell. The gun is gone."

Many newcomers are new to this book, and they like to share the tragic situation before they died. The method of death is a big breakthrough to open the hearts of strangers. Lao Zhang didn't think much about the deeper purpose of Xuelu's inquiry.

Xuelu, however, traveled far and wide.

If it was just now, he still suspected that it was just a coincidence, the two of them looked alike... Now, the time and the highly overlapping "memories during life" made Xuelu have to believe that this player is Uncle Zhang.

how so……

Xuelu shouted impatiently: "Haven't you found it yet?"

This is the first time Xuelu is so indifferent to 551, his tone is as cold as a white mist, and 551 has never seen such a flustered and angry Xuelu, trembling with fright: "No, I didn't find anything. Another search method has been changed, don't worry..."

"Did you hide something from me?...The NPC who was thrown into the abyss prison not only survived, but also became a player? This is too strange and ridiculous!"

The golden eyes are full of anxiety and doubts that the world view is on the verge of being broken: "As a system, you have the authority to manipulate, dominate, and manage the daily work of employees. Don't you really know? How is it possible?"

Xuelu forcibly dragged the light screen of 551, and saw that it was searching for "NPC becomes a player", "NPC turned into a player" and other related entries, but no matter how the search result was "0".

Didn't even find any relevant content.

With just one glance, Xuelu was sure that this was trying to cover up.

551 is still changing words, and it is also confused: "How can there be no relevant content? I have heard of this urban legend before. It is impossible that there is no discussion at all?"

"Urban legend?"

"That's right," 551 said, "There are many, such as dead players reappearing in the dungeons; NPCs thrown into the abyss become players, with no memory at all... Oh, the dungeons on the nineteenth floor are all mysterious, and there will be such Such catchy urban legends and gossip are plausible, but..."

But when it happens in front of your eyes, you will feel unparalleled absurdity.

and the collapse of the worldview.

Seeing Xuelu's expression was in a trance, Lao Zhang became uneasy, but he only thought it was the reason in the dungeon: "I heard they said that the agent might be a judge... Really? That's over, and I haven't found out who the ghost is, How can this be done?"

Xuelu has no time to take care of this dungeon.

He lost his composure and said, "551, you are a system... You sent me the dungeon information and mission information... Did you really not hide anything from me?"

"No, it's possible! You don't believe in anyone, you can't believe in me!" 551 was about to cry, "Since the day I was assigned to you, we have become one and the same..."

"I, I, I know that I am a useless system, loves to fish and is irresponsible, but the only bad thing I will not do is to betray you! Believe me, I am also very deceived now..."

551 Sentences are true, not like lying.

In fact, Xuelu also knew that this had nothing to do with 551.

As intelligent systems, they are just high-level AI, emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy are all code-designed, and they are simpler and shabby than the emotional modules of bionic humans. Advanced emotions such as "deception" and "betrayal" absolutely do not exist.

"Even you don't know..."

The noisy voices gradually faded away, Xuelu slowly leaned against the rockery, and the cold night temperature wrapped him up.

551 flew around him worriedly: "Don't be afraid, just, maybe it's a bug again? We also have a special physique haha... I'll continue to check, you wait, maybe I don't have enough authority, I'll help you You contact the thighs, the thighs I know are all amazing, they will definitely be found..."

Xuelu lowered her eyes, and lightly held the fluffy ball that was trying to show her loyalty in her hand.

The fluffy ball rubbed against the cool hand, and the soft touch was warm and real.

"Okay, I believe you." His voice was weak, like a falling feather, about to shatter in mid-air, "You won't lie to me...so, you don't know anything..."

Just like Zuo Tianmao said.

Without evidence, speculation never becomes truth, and then gradually degenerates into fallacy.

Over there, the other players saw Xuelu and Lao Zhang not coming, and called them: "Come over and discuss!"

Lao Zhang looked at the others anxiously, and then at Xuelu: "Let's go over? They've already urged us, don't attack us as ghosts..."

Xuelu forced a smile: "Let's go."

"Oh, by the way, little brother, can you keep my affairs a secret," Old Zhang said in a low voice, "I'm afraid they will tear me apart..."

Xuelu glanced at him: "You said just now that you have lived more than ten days, and death is worth it."

Lao Zhang sneered: "It's okay if I die, but I also want to finish this dungeon."

"why?"

"I told you that I embezzled a lot of money, but I really repented in prison... I am not a thing, I can't control myself, and I deserve the death penalty, but my wife and children are innocent... "Lao Zhang's eyes were red, "My house was ransacked, all the furniture and cars were sold off. My wife is a housewife and has no job, so she can only take her children to her natal family. Her hometown is very feudal, and she is ridiculed everywhere."

"So... the wish I made on the nineteenth floor was not to leave the game, but to give my wife 100 million."

Xuelu's heart sank when he heard this.

He comforted himself that these were all fake, nineteen layers of brainwashed memories, just like Xuelu's fake identity in each copy, they were implanted codes.

"I want to make a wish to go back to the time before corruption, and I want 50 gold coins. I also wish to give my wife and children 1000 million yuan, and I want 5 gold coins. I have passed two books, and I only have more than 1000 yuan. Also five thousand gold coins..."

"To be honest, I wasn't selfish when the agent brought me into this book. I'm too useless. I'm old, and I'm not good at skills or brains. It's very difficult to pass two books. It's purely by accident. Chances are the third one never made it out alive."

Xuelu understood what he meant.

After passing this S-level dungeon, even if it is guaranteed, it is enough for Lao Zhang to make a wish.

"So, please," Lao Zhang choked up, "I've been executed once, and it's been a few days since I died sooner or later. Let me pass this dungeon!...When the time comes, you won't like me, You can kill me anyway!"

"My son follows his mother and is as beautiful as you. He has been liked since he was a child. He studies well and dreams of becoming a policeman when he grows up. Now his family is ruined and he is ridiculed all day long in his hometown... My son is innocent. He It's not worth being made like this by a father like me! And my wife, she is a flower in ten miles and eight villages when she is young, and the people chasing her line up for two streets, but they just fell in love with me. When I got married, I promised her..."

After a series of changes in this dungeon, Xuelu no longer wants to play.

but……

At this moment, Lao Zhang's emotion of thinking about his "family" is true.

Every choked word, every hoarse analysis; those details, those emotions, are so real.

What exactly is a human being made of?What is the difference between a bionic person implanted with a false memory and a real living person?

Xuelu said softly: "Don't worry, I won't tell about your Mimi. Also, even if there is no judge, I will win."

"Thank you..." Lao Zhang broke down in tears, but he wanted to forcefully hold back his tears so that others would not notice.

Xuelu took a deep breath: "It's just this dungeon. When you get out, you don't have to be afraid that I will find you, and you don't come to me. We are just strangers who met by chance, so there is no need to get involved."

Think of it as repaying the kindness of the seniors in the [-] mall.

When he was a newcomer, he ignorantly stepped into the dark shopping mall, wanting to break out a world on the nineteenth floor, wanting to make money to buy a godhead.Just like now, Lao Zhang ignorantly entered the nineteenth floor, wanting to make money for his living wife and children.

True or false, it doesn't matter anymore.

Xuelu thought wildly, it wasn't that he had compassion for criminals or players, he just didn't want to owe favors, didn't want to be kept in the dark by the [-]th floor, and kept Zhang Shutao's information.

Yes, that's all.

Xuelu walked into the crowd slowly, and raised his hoarse voice: "Everyone, I have found a way to crack the dungeon 'Injuryless'."

The author has something to say: Mina-san who can't abuse!After finishing this dungeon, the next dungeon will be for the game.

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