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"Third floor, so fast?"

It's only an hour and 10 minutes into the game.

"Only three people," Horton said, "It seems that 50, oh no, 47 dear players, are not united."

This gives crucial information: one to three floors, at least the third floor, is not a mode where one person breaks the level and everyone can benefit.

The two put on invisibility cloaks, and carefully looked downstairs from the corridor on the west side——

All the rooms have been opened up, and the entire third floor is a big dance floor. The DJ and the main bar are on the easternmost side, followed by booths, scattered tables, scattered steel pipes and small stages, pool tables, billiard tables, and even a mini [-]-square-meter swimming pool.

The colorful spotlights flickered, and amidst the deafening dance music, the laughter of young people boiled in the ocean of lights and drinks.

"The wine bar in a high-end entertainment club," Horton concluded, "but... how do you stop people like this? Five, ten, fifteen... there are at least 100 people here, and only three are players?"

Xuelu concentrated on observing, the colorful light was extremely dim, it had no other effect except to dazzle people's eyes, plus the noise that hindered thinking...

"It's a good thing I wasn't assigned to the third floor, my God." He said, "I'm going to go crazy if I stay in it for a minute."

Holden laughed loudly: "I want to go, it would be great to drink with pay."

"Hush..." Xuelu found something, and suddenly realized, "I understand!"

Following his line of sight, Holden saw a man who didn't fit in with the atmosphere.

In military uniform and Martin boots, he walked among the beauties in swimsuits with a fidgety face, as if he was looking for something.

He grabbed a drunken girl with wine-red short hair, asked a few words, and then let her go.

Repeated several times, he finally grabbed a girl with long wine red hair, dragged her to the bathroom, and killed her.

But in the next second, the man clutched his heart violently, and blood gushed out from the same wound on the dead girl.

At the same time, the number of players alive becomes 46.

"Targeted kills, and there is no fault tolerance rate. If you kill the wrong one, you will die? Good guy, the designer is really poisonous."

The first to pass through the first and second floors are the best players. For them, killing people and finding people are very easy.

But the premise is 100% accuracy.

Horton marveled, and then took out a small notebook to write, "Although the task is simple, because there is no error tolerance rate, the difficulty and time-consuming increase exponentially..."

"What are you doing?"

"Take notes," Horton said with a smile, "I want to be a copy designer. Don't laugh at me...I know it's hard, but a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and I'm working hard a little bit."

Xuelu nodded and encouraged: "Come on."

He curiously looked through Horton's notes, half of the palm-sized notebook was used, and it was all the mechanisms and plots that he thought were good in each dungeon.

"...This page is the survival mode of the famous dungeon Red Valley. I think it's great. The disadvantage is that it takes too long and the NPCs are suffering. I'm trying to improve it." Page is the mechanism of Seahorse Paradise, God, it’s amazing, there are 82 random layouts!”

Xuelu casually flipped through a few pages and found a problem: "There is no welfare book? Do you think the current welfare book is not enough?"

"No no," Horton explained, "I've never been in a welfare book."

As he said that, he opened his eyes wide in surprise: "You don't have been there, do you? God, none of my friends have been there... If it weren't for the records in the database, I would have thought Fuliben was an urban legend. You Tell me quickly!"

Xuelu briefly talked about the game framework of Oberon Monopoly, of course, ignoring the introduction of BUG-level props in it.

Afterwards, he asked about his doubts: "Is it difficult to enter the welfare book? Isn't it in the selection interface, just select it?"

"No way," Horton shook his head firmly, "I don't have that option in the instance selection interface. I heard that, like players, whether you can enter or not is random."

Xuelu opened the panel suspiciously, then closed it, and changed the topic vaguely.

On his panel, there is still the option of [Welfare Field], which is completely different from what Horton said.

The two watched for a while the big scene of mixed fish and dragons on the third floor. At this time, more than a dozen players had already entered the third floor, but there was a man who killed him at the beginning as a lesson. No one dared to be the next person to eat crabs.

"Let's go," Xuelu stared at a little boy for a while, "They will come up soon."

Xuelu's guess was good, about 5 minutes later, the sound of thin but steady footsteps came.

It's a little boy.

Xuelu's head and face were covered with blood, and the resentment drifted away, and then wrapped in an invisibility cloak.

Under the unstable voltage and nervously flickering lights, "brother" Horton appeared, and indignantly asked the "detectives" to find out the truth about the death of "Meimei" Mo Qiaoli.

As expected, the little boy didn't move, and even raised the equipment towards Horton, very vigilant.

but……

There is only one person, and killing them will not have the effect of scaring others. Is it worthwhile to waste mortal props?

Horton couldn't make up his mind, so he frantically gave Xuelu a hint, and Xuelu thought about it...

He hung upside down from the water beach on the ceiling, and smiled coldly at the little boy: "Hand over an S-level item, or I will kill you."

Horton thought he came up with a high-end idea: "..."

The little boy who almost drove the life-saving outfit: "..."

"Hurry up!" Xuelu gritted her teeth, "Just two more!"

"Two A-levels are okay." The little boy bargained calmly. "Business is all about getting off to a good start. I'm the first one. You don't want to get in trouble, do you?"

It makes sense, Xuelu nodded: "Deal."

Holding the two A-level props in his hands, Xuelu gave one to Horton.

Under the shocked gaze of the latter, he smiled and said, "You're not dead yet, you have to wait for the dungeon to be settled before you can sell it... What kind of eyes are you looking at? Return it to me if you don't want it."

"No," Holden stuffed it into his pocket honestly, "Thank you, boss, and continue to lead the flight."

Next up were five players who clearly formed a team.

After killing one of the must-deaths, the remaining four naturally thought it was a "plot level", and began to explore without complaint.

Thanks to the four of them and the corpse lying at the door, the players who came up later, after going through the science popularization of the group of four, all acquiesced that it was the plot level.

For a while, an intensive carpet search began.

Those who sweep the room, tell fortunes, divination, measure luminol with scientific instruments, and even remotely control by throwing summoned objects...

Ten rooms were rummaged and analyzed like robbery, and people came out and went in.

After scaring a few people, Xuelu retreated to the bathroom and chatted with Holden who was on standby.

"It's been four or ten minutes," Xuelu looked at his watch, "How much longer can I lie to them?"

Holden shrugged: "I don't know. When someone finds out that the 'smoke' blocking the fifth floor is just a smoke machine prop, their faces must be very exciting."

There was a "pop" sound from the corner of the bathroom, and Xuelu threw out the bone fan, nailing a player to the wall.

Mo Qiaoli's [Swan Bone Fan] is surprisingly easy to use. It can be operated with the mind, it can be large or small, it can be used as a fly when it is closed, it is a shield when it is unfolded, and it can fly feather arrows with the wind.

Horton's weapon is also very good, it is a gun with infinite bullets.

It is estimated that the difficulty of the fourth floor lies in the weapons of the two NPCs beyond common sense. However, if they use force, there must be genres such as smuggling.

As long as you waste enough time in the early stage, you will naturally die on the floor where the difficulty increases sharply in the later stage.

There is a player outside the bathroom saying hello: "Have you seen my brother NPC!"

"No. Did you solve the case?"

"I want to make a routine, to see if the NPC has hidden clues and didn't give it."

Horton couldn't touch fish anymore, he waved his hand and went out, Xuelu also dived into the pool, shuttled to the middle of the corridor to be scary.

Xie Huating, who lost contact, sent a message: [Sorry, I was busy just now.I'm on the second floor, the last player leaves, and I can swim away.Does Xiaoxue need help? 】

[No, you can help Brother Tianmao. 】

【it is good. 】

[By the way, what's on the second floor? 】

Xie Huating said that the second floor is a traditional "escape room". There are [-] small rooms on the whole floor, with different contents, purely to test personal ability.

[What is your code name? 】

【Spider Alix】

Another ancient Chinese translation.

Xuelu suspects that they are in a book again this time, or a series of books.

The second floor is a collection of hidden room puzzles, and the third and fourth floors are Benge mystery novels...

But this cannot explain Zuo Tianmao's mirror room on the ninth floor.

I don't know which floor the little boy who slipped through the net climbed to. At 4 hours and 16 minutes, the number of players became 44, but the number of players on the fourth floor did not decrease.

During the period, seven players actually found "evidence", either the murder motives of several room owners, or the fact that they knew each other, all of which were blocked by Horton.

The time dragged on for too long, and none of them passed, causing doubts among the players.

A few players who failed to prove the evidence got together to discuss with great enthusiasm, and players with high force values ​​​​are also plotting loudly about the possibility of fighting over.

"It may be unstoppable," Horton said, "Do you want to kill it directly?"

Xuelu passed his gaze and looked at a sleeping god-man in the shadow of the stairs on the fourth floor.

After this person entered the fourth floor, he spent 3 minutes learning about the task from his predecessor, and spent another 5 minutes scrutinizing all the rooms with open doors. Then he sat down on the floor and fell asleep.

As if he didn't care about passing the level.

"That person has already discovered that we are bluffing. He doesn't want to be the No.1 who eats crabs. He pretends to wait for other players to find out the truth," Xuelu said softly, "But he doesn't know, and we won't wait for him to wake up."

After finishing speaking, Xuelu walked across the puddle, pierced the man's neck fiercely with the bone fan, and closed it silently.

The players who were discussing next to that person suddenly felt blood splattered on their legs and froze for a moment before realizing that he was dead.

"The NPCs on this floor have rules for killing people," he shouted at everyone, "people are dead here!"

"What did he do?"

"I don't know... I was discussing with my teammates, and suddenly he died."

"I saw him sleeping just now, did he get stabbed for being passive and sabotage?"

Negative sabotage will be passed on by the NPC knife, the killing rule, and the reasoners who have been discussing have to disperse.

"The fact that the NPCs on the fourth floor have killing rules is already deeply rooted in the hearts of the people," Xuelu said, "Now we start killing people, and we won't be too abrupt to be suspected."

"Cow, little brother," Horton's eyes were full of admiration, "I can finally enjoy the joy of unlimited bullets."

The two split up and attacked the single player.

When about five people were killed, they were already alerted, and they all started to fight back.

The shielding instrument shielded the invisibility cloak, Xuelu had no choice but to shrink into the water, and Horton used the must-death props.

In the midst of chaos, two think-tank girls discovered the trickiness of the fog on the fifth floor.

"Everyone go directly to the fifth floor—" they shouted, "The fog is different from downstairs, it is not a forbidden area, you can go directly—we have all been cheated!"

The skeptical players couldn't believe it, and a few who were hunted down by Horton gritted their teeth and went upstairs, only to find out that it was true.

Within 3 minutes, all the living players rolled and climbed up the stairs, cursing, "NPCs on the fourth floor don't talk about martial arts".

The yelling and cursing were endless, and could be heard from across the floor. Xuelu and Holden looked at each other and smiled, bent over and hammered the wall.

"We're famous," Horton said. "When it's over, the colleagues on the entire floor won't remember our names. They will only remember that we were scolded by 50 players."

"No," Xuelu corrected him, "it's 37 players."

"..."

It can be considered that the makeup can be removed, Xuelu rushed into the room, took a shower, and removed the dirty blood and mud makeup.

The sticky blood stains were difficult to wash off, and he collapsed after washing.

Holden leaned against the door, listening to the sound of rushing water, and joked, "Is it like waiting for my girlfriend to go out?"

"Warning, I have a boyfriend," Xuelu brushed her hair and turned off the water, "Go out, I need to change clothes."

Holden obediently went to the corridor to wait.

Mo Qiaoli's closet was full of patterns, so Xuelu picked out a large T-shirt and shorts to put on, which fit her pretty well.

551 helped him dry his hair, blinked in the mirror, Xuelu went out refreshed, and "slapped" Holden flying.

Horton looked at him resentfully: "Just now I called Xiao Tiantian, throw it away when I'm done using it..."

Xuelu rolled her eyes: "Climb."

"Order."

They held the player back for four hours, and there were just over forty hours left in the countdown.

"Where are we going? The sixth floor, ah, no, the first three floors may have gone to support, and the seventh floor?"

Xuelu was thinking about the distribution of the number of people.

"I want to go to the fifteenth floor and take a look," he explained, "According to what I said before, there are two people on the first floor, 30 employees, and there may be no man's land after the fifteenth floor. Passive."

What he said made sense, the two waited for the players to disappear and climbed upstairs.

At the junction of the seventh floor and the eighth floor, I met an unexpected person.

Huo Lvxing.

He wears a hollow animal head skull, his upper body is exposed, his good figure can be seen at a glance, and his lower body is wearing broken overalls.There are more than a dozen slaughtering tools pinned to his waist, and he holds a giant sickle in his hand.

"I think it's a bit mixed and weird," Horton beeped softly, "If this kind of situation appears on the Internet, it will be scolded for plagiarism."

Xuelu glanced at him blankly, then kicked him down the stairs.

Holden cried out why, and saw Xuelu rushing into the arms of the big chest muscle like a cat with big tits, and the handsome guy just smiled dotingly, and let Xuelu do whatever he wanted.

……

"Xiaoxue, I was wrong," he read sincerely, "Where is such a handsome boss on the nineteenth floor, OMG, it's unbelievable."