Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

A peaceful and quiet town of exile.

The undead who just went online have not yet received the mission on the battlefield, complaining that all the mentor NPCs have run away, while having fun on the street.

The women from Camerle Town have gotten used to the noise made by the undead, and they just do what they are doing on their own; occasionally, when the undead come up to make gestures, the women will skillfully take out their needles and threads, and exchange their handicrafts for some candies to improve the situation. Life.

In front of the headquarters of the Undead Chamber of Commerce and the open space behind the Undead Cafeteria, two undead wearing novice suits, cotton T-shirts and shorts, were squatting in the experimental field carefully turned over with a small hoe to check the germination situation.

"The case has been solved. It's not a problem with water and soil, but a problem with the seeds." Master Liu dug out a rotten vegetable seed from the slightly moist soil, and grinned authentically, "Seeds on the earth cannot germinate here, and all seeds will germinate." not come out."

"Yes, the crops here can be grown, these wild garlic and wild onions grow so well." Lao Geng looked at the lush new shoots emerging from the other half of the experimental field, and said, "Native crops can be grown, and foreign species Can't plant, this world with magicians is not easy..."

"Suggest to the expert group, find some technical personnel to study the agricultural situation here." Master Liu patted the soil on the finger bones, "I heard from Xiaoji that in the town of Westham, the farmer Xin After working so hard to plant crops for a year, one mu of land can only produce two to three hundred catties of grain, and even the corn is no more than a thousand, and at least half of the year is spent on potatoes, which is a good day!"

"Helmets are a problem." Lao Geng shook his head and said, "The young patient surnamed Gong in Xiaolu's hand has regained consciousness and regained consciousness. Vegetative people all over the country want to send it to the scientific research institute of the expert group. Who wants to make a decision on the batch of helmets at this time? Outrageous."

To this day, the national team has discovered the secret of the helmet long ago—Ji Tang, Master Liu, and Lao Geng, three people who need to live in the hospital bed in reality, the more days they "log in", the better their spirits will be. It's strange to not understand that the game "login" has the function of rehabilitating and improving people's mental state.

Master Liu let out a "hey" and muttered, "That's why I said last time, don't risk your face and suffer. It's better to get [-] helmet cards and [-] quotas, but they have to think about the long-term..."

Lao Geng was about to say something when he suddenly paused.

He was obviously standing in the backyard of the undead cafeteria. Except for Master Liu, he was an experimental field that was half bald and half full of young seedlings, but at this moment... a double image suddenly appeared in his vision, and he saw The world in the eyes of another person, the words spoken by this person can still be heard in the ear, and the surrounding voices are also clearly distinguishable.

"Hey, what's going on?" Master Liu's voice sounded, "Old Geng, I saw something inexplicable, how about you?"

"I saw it too." Old Geng said hastily, "Wait a minute, listen to the sound first."

In the double image screen, both Master Liu and Lao Geng saw the same person talking: "What kind of mission is this, and you want us to find out the truth, and you don't give translation function?"

The person who spoke was also an image of an undead, with a conspicuous green ID on his head: vanilla pudding.

As a well-known big player in the game, Master Liu and Lao Geng certainly know who he is... Looking at the IDs on the heads of the undead around him, the two old brothers guessed with their knees that they were "cross-talking". "Go to another player's perspective.

"Don't worry." The female player with a brilliant ID said calmly, "Since it's a hidden mission, it should trigger a key point to give the next clue. Let's first see what clues these 'quest props' have to dig out. .”

The ghost image moved, and it seemed that the player in the "main perspective" moved with the wonderful pen.

A group of disheveled and embarrassed locals appeared in the ghost image.

The "main perspective" and the wonderful pens, as well as the players who came to watch the excitement, surrounded this group of locals who were immobilized by restraint belts, checked their faces, checked their pockets, and searched anywhere...

"Hmm...these NPCs are quite skinny and tender, completely different from the villagers over there. Is this a clue?" a player scratched his head and asked.

"This kind of clues are also called clues? Don't be ashamed! These NPCs are 'Innadian Citizens', and there are 'Kane Township Villagers'. Even the blind know the difference!" The player next to him taunted.

"Since these NPCs are mission props, the clues must be on them... Wait." Miaobi Shenghua thought of something, and ran away.

The "main perspective" moved accordingly, and Master Liu and Lao Geng, who were on stage, unexpectedly enjoyed the rural scenery of this world...

Black and yellow loess roads, gray and yellow mud walls, and scorched thatched roofs, the whole world is like an old movie screen from the last century, covered with a layer of earth-yellow dull soft light, except for the equipment on the running undead, Not a single bright color could be seen.

When the villagers appeared in the screen, Lao Geng, an old soldier who had aided in the construction of the Northwest, suddenly felt his heart twitch.

Although the Northwest was impoverished back then, the local people were energetic. The country said that it would change the world and make the Northwest rich. The local people followed the country firmly. The spirit of daring to compete with the God of Heaven is visible to the naked eye.

And these local villagers appearing in the "main perspective" screen are dull and gloomy, and they are integrated with the khaki world they live in.

Just like... those suffering people in the old society whose backbones were taken away in the old photos of the Republic of China, they are just a group of numb flesh living.

Old Geng sighed slightly, he couldn't bear to see... The young players thought these were just NPCs and data, but he knew that these were real people who were suffering.

The approach of the undead caused commotion in the villagers of Hongmu Village. The timid ones retreated behind the crowd and houses, and only a few brave ones stayed where they were.

Miaobi Shenghua has a good memory. After scanning the crowd twice, she found the target that she felt "had a clue" - a trembling half-grown boy standing against the earth wall.

"Main perspective" issued a crisp female voice: "Huahua, what did you find?"

Miaobi Shenghua approached the young man without turning his head and said: "When we passed by just now, I saw that the welt marks on a person's body were not new, hehe, that's all."

The "main perspective" is also close to the teenager.

On the young man's elbows and knees, there are still fresh scars left by the crowd when they were hit by horses just now. The bloody blood makes people uncomfortable to see, but as Miaobi Shenghua said, the scars on his body are not only new injuries— —The welt marks on his left cheek and the outside of his left arm, the wound blood has scabbed and dried up, obviously, these two welts were left at least one or two hours ago.

The "main perspective" stared at the whip marks on the young man's body carefully, then turned his head and shouted to the rear, "Xiao Tang, bring all the whips of the task monster!"

"Oh, good!" The player with the ID jellybean on his head responded.

The player with the ID on the top of his head took the initiative to help the sandwich fudge to gather the horsewhip, helped to hug it, looked at the "main perspective" with piercing eyes, and said, "Sister, entropy does not increase, have you found anything?"

"Just compare and you will know."

The "main perspective" took over the whip and gesticulated on the boy's wound one by one.

The young villagers were very nervous about being so close to the undead, but young people are more courageous and receptive. Seeing that the undead did not attack them but attacked those hunting on horseback gave him a lot. With a sense of peace of mind, he suppressed the fear and let the undead do what they want.

Soon, the entropy of the "main perspective" was not increasing and the wonderful pen was blooming, and a horsewhip with a handle wrapped in gold thread was found. The texture and width were highly consistent with the old wounds on the boy's body.

"Before returning to the city and meeting us, these mission monsters came to this village and hurt this young man." Miaobi Shengda said sharply.

"The way they lured us here is so proficient, it is obvious that they are quite familiar with the terrain here. In other words, these task monsters are not here for the first time." Entropy does not increase.

At the same time, the two big brains turned their eyes to the side of the village road, the door panel that was carefully placed under the eaves by the villagers.

Anticipating a certain possibility, both the entropy does not increase and the wonderful pen blooms secretly inhale...

Players do regard everything they see as game data, but it doesn't mean that players don't have a heart.

The unreasonable encounters with the paper man across the screen can make players angry at the production company, let alone this kind of holographic real-life game?

With a heavy heart, the two girls walked slowly to the door, squatted down, and lifted the straw mat.

Under the straw mat was the corpse of an elderly male wrapped in white cotton cloth.

The white cotton cloth in this world is different from the white cotton cloth that people on earth understand. The white cotton cloth that people on earth perceive is soft, sweat-absorbent, and skin-friendly, and merchants are willing to use pure cotton as a gimmick; Cotton cloth is not really pure cotton, but a synthetic cloth with various chemical fibers added.

It really reproduces the white cotton cloth produced in British factories in the [-]th century on the earth and the white cotton cloth made by modern industry. Whoever chooses the former will be stupid... In Europe at that time, cotton cloth was exclusive to the working class, and it was decent. People wear mostly cotton and linen products.

In a world where the level of industrialization is close to that of the earth in the nineteenth century, white cotton and pure linen are the main fabrics used at the bottom. Commoners close to the city use white cotton, and civilians farther away from the city use linen.

The corpse of the old man wrapped in crumpled real 100% pure cotton cloth is covered with terrible wounds on the body surface that can be seen by the eyes. Interlaced welts and abrasions occupy every inch of skin, and the face is so swollen that you can even see it. No prenatal appearance.

Miaobi Shenghua, a man of culture, couldn't help swearing: "Grass! Does 'hunter' mean this?! Grass his ancestors!"

The two sisters discovered the truth. The players of the advance group, as well as Master Liu and Lao Geng who "crossed the stage" to the perspective of entropy not increasing, saw the yellow words that popped up in the information bar at the same time:

"Suspicious Hunter"

"Suspicious Hunter: 13/13 (Completed)"

"Dirty Truth: 1/1 (Complete)"

"You discovered the secret of these eccentric hunters. Their hunting targets are not beasts, but their own kind!"

"You can't forgive these hateful and despicable people. You decided to escort these hunters back to the city of Innadrix and hand them over to Charlie Rex."

"Return criminal: 0/13."

"Bring back the Lizard Horse: 0/13."

Old Geng took a long breath, turned his head away with a strange expression, and looked at Master Liu.

The ghost images that appear in front of them are transparent. Although the field of vision is occupied by the images from other people's perspectives, they can still see the situation around them.

If Lao Geng has seen foxes for thousands of years, then Master Liu, who has been engaged in road and bridge projects for many years, is a hairless monkey... The "truth" that Lao Geng can vaguely guess, he pondered the truth in an instant. , the expression is more exciting than Lao Geng.

In the ghost image, the players who were angered by this black and deep disabled task are angrily picking up all the valuable items on the thirteen criminals, including clothes, pants, belts, shoes, rings, necklaces, brooches, scarves, wallets, etc. He took it off and stuffed it silently to the villagers as compensation, then tied the criminal who was stripped down to his underwear to the ground lizard horse, and led the horse away from the village.

The group of players left the village, and the obligatory ghost image in front of the two brothers disappeared.

The two brothers remained silent, squatting on the spot without moving.

Not long after, a row of yellow characters popped up in the information column of the two brothers:

"You have obtained permission to publish hidden missions."

"You have obtained the authority to distribute prestige rewards in the Inner Territory."

"You get the GM panel, permission: D-level."

"You have the permission to view the range of activities of online players and read the perspective."

"A new personal exclusive task in the task panel: "The Invisible Guardian""

"It is the unshirkable responsibility of every GM authority owner to regulate the game behavior of online players and guide online players to have a positive gaming atmosphere."

"The duration of the guardian task can be exchanged for login helmet, and every 200 hours (game time) service time can be exchanged for login helmet X1."