Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when the undead entered the No. 38 laundry.

In Moses Port in early spring, the temperature will start to drop after noon, and the temperature will drop to four or five degrees near dusk, and the water temperature will be even lower, icy cold. The laundry alley workers who have been busy all day are rubbing their hands and stamping their feet from the pool. Come out, pack your things, and get ready to call it a day.

The captain of the night watchman glanced at the workers who were far away from the No. 38 laundry, and then turned his gaze back to the tightly closed iron gate on the fence.

When the undead first entered, they could hear the sound of footsteps and objects being turned over through the wall.

And now... for nearly an hour, there was no sound inside the wall, and a needle could be heard.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, the hands had just reached 05:30.

"A total of more than 40 undead... Did something happen to all of them?" The captain of the night watchman looked at the still iron gate again, with an ominous premonition lingering in his heart.

Of course he couldn't worry about the safety of the undead.

What he was worried about was...the disaster entrenched in Laundry No. 38. After being closed for several years, the danger has risen sharply!

Before this place was exposed due to the disappearance of the owner, only three or five people disappeared in Xixi Lane every year.

After closing Laundry No. 38, only one of the four folk exorcists lured by the high bounty disappeared.

If the disaster within the wall "evolves" to the point where it can swallow more than forty undead at once... then the church will have to spend money to buy the entire Laundry Alley and seal the entire alley permanently.

The captain of the night watchman was thinking wildly uncontrollably, when the undead's iconic "KABAKABA" sound suddenly came out from within the wall.

The five night watchmen sitting on the caravan jumped out of the car as if they had received some signal.

The captain of the night watchman was worried that the situation would get out of control, and several other people naturally had similar worries, especially "One Eyed", who had personally investigated the disappearance of Kent Bennett and also experienced the disappearance of his assistant...The kind of close people are far away from themselves The fear of disappearing silently not far away, and the fear of not seeing people alive or dead, even the invincible time is difficult to erase easily.

The crackling, crackling sound of a large group of undead moving close to the wall, and someone knocked on the iron gate from inside.

The captain of the night watchman listened vigilantly for a while, and there was no noise other than the "KABA" sound of the undead and the cracking sound of bones rubbing against each other, and then stepped forward to open the iron door.

The undead poured out from the door, and the captain of the night watchman found that the number of these undead seemed to have decreased a little. After careful counting, there were nearly ten less.

"There are so many missing?!" The captain of the night watchman was sweating down his temples at that time, "Has the 'disaster' inside the wall really strengthened several times——"

One-eyed and other night watchmen also found that the number of undead had decreased by nearly a quarter, and their expressions changed suddenly.

The reaction of the night watchmen as if they were facing an enemy... The players didn't care at all.

After coming out of the fence, the group of players immediately set up a field in the alley, and Qin Guan held up the copper buckle of the sealed item wrapped in a cloth roll that would no longer be automatically transmitted to others due to the disappearance of the holder, and called for an auction.

Of course Qin Guan wanted the ultra-rare props that could be exchanged for 3000 territorial prestige, but if he, the boss of the blood alliance, did not lead by example and bid fairly, he would lose his mind, and the process of public auction had to go.

Brilliant pens and entropy did not increase and did not participate in the auction. The two went straight to the captain of the night watchman, pointed to the pen stuck in his chest pocket, raised the red book again, and made a writing motion.

The captain of the Night's Watch looked at the two of them in bewilderment.

It is obviously not the first time that Miaobi Shenghua has borrowed a pen from an NPC, and patiently repeated gestures: "Pen, give me, write the closing report, understand?"

The captain of the night watchman took off the pen stiffly and handed it to the other party.

After getting the pen, the two sisters stood in front of the caravan and wrote the closing report after discussing with the car board dealer...

As long as the conclusion report of the exorcist mission can clearly describe the solution process and the situation found in the investigation, it will not take much trouble for an expert like Miaobi Shenghua who relies on code words for a living. Qin Guan gritted his teeth and offered a high price. Take the sealed item back from the owner of the orange cat, and the work is completed.

She generously handed the red book and pen to the captain of the night watchman, who forgot to pick it up...

The captain was not the only one shocked by the fact that the undead immediately wrote the closing report as soon as they came out of the No. 38 laundry. The eyes of the other four night watchmen were straight from the moment the report was written.

One-eyed rushed forward, took the red book for the captain, and couldn't wait to open it.

...all unknown undead characters.

One-eyed handed the red book to the captain with a blank expression. The captain glanced at the square font on it, and his eyelids began to twitch.

It is absolutely impossible for players to understand the unreasonable thing like "NPC doesn't know Chinese language". For players, this task is over after handing in the red book. Urging a few NPCs to drive back to the mission hall...

A group of night watchmen took a deep look at the group of undead, resigned to their fate, got into the car, and drove back.

Back at the Night Watchman Building, the undead poured into the hall as soon as they got off the car, urging the NPC to quickly settle the rewards with their body movements like crazy dances.

"Why did you come back?" Neither the officials nor Bishop Cromwell could understand what the undead were so anxious about.

The captain of the night watch handed the red book to the bishop without a word.

Bishop Cromwell glanced at the large blocks of unfamiliar text on the red leather book, and turned his head to look at Miss Phoenix who hadn't left yet.

Phoenix knew that this would happen, otherwise she would not have stayed and chatted with Cromwell for more than two hours. Give her the red book.

Next, Miss Phoenix did the same job as the staff on duty in the Night Watchman Hall of Innerdale... She re-transcribed the words written by the undead in the common language, quickly took off the rhododendron badge, and handed the copied content to To Bishop Cromwell.

Bishop Cromwell had personally handled the ban on Laundry No. 38. He was very impressed with the case and took it over to read it.

"What?? Kent Bennett also has a brother? And after death, he became a big evil spirit that can create a mirror image space?!"

"What?? That big evil spirit has been wiped out?!"

Bishop Cromwell raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the night watch captain who had accompanied the undead out for just over two hours.

After hearing what the bishop yelled, the captain of the night watchman had an even more confused expression than him.

Cyclops impatiently stepped forward and took the paper from His Excellency the Bishop.

After reading the content that Miss Phoenix copied on the paper, the one-eyed old night watchman who had been an investigator for many years also looked confused.

No - he saw with his own eyes that the undead had only entered the No. 38 laundry for an hour and a half!An hour and a half!

What is enough time for this!Chatting may not be enough to chat!

One-eyed passed the paper with his fellow companions dully, and every companion who saw the content had doubts about life and the career of the Night Watchman written all over their faces...

Bishop Cromwell tremblingly pointed to the undead who were still dancing madly beside him and wanted to reward him: "How did these undead do it? Don't you all know?"

Captain & Night Watchmen: "..."

"They entered the No. 38 laundry." The captain said stiffly, "We waited outside for about an hour and a half...they came out."

Bishop Cromwell: "..."

Even with the accompaniment of the undead who tirelessly made all kinds of noises, the atmosphere in the hall became awkward for a while...

Phoenix spoke out in a friendly voice to defuse the embarrassment: "It's time to reward the undead, Your Excellency the Bishop."

Bishop Cromwell woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream, and quickly called for people to take out the undead coins and the magic wand...

Forty thousand undead coins, everyone has to pack a big bag. The players complained about the inefficiency of NPC settlement rewards, and happily stuffed coins into their backpacks and pockets.

"Mom, it's the first time I've gotten so much money after playing for so long!"

"Get rich, get rich, hahahaha!"

"So happy! So happy!"

"Hey, hey, don't pretend to be money, remember the amount, and keep the share of those who died!"

While the undead were happy to divide the bills, Bishop Cromwell took back the papers circulated by everyone and read it again carefully.

After calming down a little this time, His Excellency the Bishop keenly noticed something wrong in the case-closing report, and took a deep breath: "The brass button that bears Toby Bennett's resentment? If you find the brass button, you will be dragged into the evil spirit." Space?? This, this, this—isn’t this a sealed item!!”

His Excellency the Bishop, who just felt that it was extremely cost-effective to hire the undead, and was also surprised by the super high efficiency of the undead, suddenly lost his composure. looked at Phoenix.

Of course Phoenix knew about the Sealed Artifacts, and he also knew that churches, mage towers, alchemy rooms, and other organizations were collecting Sealed Artifacts.

When Bishop Cromwell turned his head to her, she pretended to turn her head away naturally, as if she had just discovered that the street scene at dusk was beautiful, and looked at the night watchman building... the view of the back alley with relish.

Don't be kidding, she doesn't have the ability to make the undead spit out the meat they ate!

These undead kept calling her Your Lady Queen, but neither their words nor deeds showed the slightest bit of respect equal to their address—no, not only to her, but the undead were not polite to the black magician Yang who summoned them. where to go.

Even Brother Lowell ignored the extremely disrespectful "little boy" address of the undead with a blank face, so she wouldn't be so stupid as to think how much face she had with the undead.

Bishop Cromwell, clutching his chest in pain.

It's not impossible to close the door and release the night watchmen to force the undead to spit out the sealed items they ate... But it won't allow the undead to continue to solve the unresolved incidents in Moses Port for the church.

It will also severely offend Phoenix.

On the one hand, there is the heart-wrenching pain of losing the sealed item, and on the other hand, the elimination of all hidden dangers in the diocese—the pros and cons are so painful to balance!

Struggling hard for a while, Bishop Cromwell could only swallow the old blood gushing back into his throat, and waved his hand weakly: "Forget it... go, move out those incident files, let them pick."