Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

A serious membership club is actually a place similar to a club or an interest club. It is a place for people with common interests to meet and socialize with people with equal social resources. For example, a certain Inna The Sapphire Street Tobacco Club, a favorite of the Deli City detectives.

Unscrupulous clubs are also places where people with "common interests" gather, but this "common interest" tramples on morality and touches the red line of the law, and is the key target of the anti-pornography campaign.

Before crossing, Yang Qiu was only a 16-year-old boy, not yet old enough to stand for ladybugs because of the so-called "male alliance" instinct; after crossing, the deep darkness he witnessed made him understand all evils Absolutely, the so-called "mistakes all men make" is such a ridiculous excuse, Yang Qiu doesn't pay attention to it at all.

As long as it is a place he can influence, he will never tolerate this kind of industry that is clearly cannibalism.

During the past few days in Dutata City, Yang Qiu took the trouble to run through the whole city, leaving marks in advance for all places involving pornography, gambling and gangsters, and the relevant personnel are also unanimously marked with red names; waiting for the players When it arrives, it will be liquidated at one time, and Du Tata City will be restored.

At ten o'clock in the morning of the alien time, 06:30 in the afternoon of the earth time, less than an hour (alien time) after the army of undead descended on the Midtown, the Lord's Mansion, Viscount O'Neill's Mansion, City Hall, Tax Department, City Police Superintendent, Market Department, Prisons and other administrative functions, as well as the so-called high-end sensual venues and casinos in the northern section of Central Avenue, were all wiped out.

At this time, the number of players active in the central city had reached [-], and groups of undead ran wildly past in every street and alley, chasing the fish that slipped through the net and chased them away during the special crackdown. These popular famous monsters who are extremely conspicuous among ordinary citizens have nowhere to go.

An aristocratic deacon who runs a club in the northern section of Central Avenue luckily escaped from the chaos. After hastily changing his appearance, he fled all the way to the noble residence area in Midtown. , pounced on in surprise, bundled up and dragged away.

Several casino thugs escaped from the guarded dartyard while the undead were arresting gamblers, and ran to the port area, trying to find a place that was inconspicuous enough to hide; They were swept away by a player in another alley with an identification technique, and they came to catch a turtle in an urn.

Not only the nobles live in the middle city, but also the middle class in the whole city—after all, the security in the area outside the middle city of Du Tata City is too bad, and the families who can’t even afford to live in the middle city are not qualified to call themselves middle class—— And a large number of civilians who provide services for the noble middle class.

What happened this morning can be said to have shattered the world view of residents in Midtown...

Pearson Stanford is an detective from the Department of Public Security who lives on Maple Leaf Avenue. Because he is in charge of a case at hand, detective Stanford left the house before eight o'clock and went to the port area to investigate the case.

The case that Stanford detectives are investigating is the case of a male unknown corpse that was dumped in the sewer of the port area half a month ago. The experienced Stanford detectives found that the male corpse had a large number of defensive injuries on its arms. There were many old stab wounds on the torso and limbs, thinking that this should be a man living in the underground world, so he focused his investigation on the port area.

The port area is in the area north of the east district of Du Tata City, where people are mixed, law and order are chaotic, full of foreign crooks and local thieves and robbers, even Stanford agents must be careful when operating in this area .

At [-]:[-], Stanford inquired from an old sailor in the port area about a clue related to a certain casino on the north section of Central Avenue. After paying the reward, he hurried back to Midtown.

Detective Stanford, who had just approached the inner city wall and was thinking about the clues of the case, realized that something was wrong.

The inner city wall usually has National Guard soldiers active, but because of the imminent threat of territorial war, the National Guard has been transferred to guard the outer city wall, and the inner city gate has been handed over to the city superintendent for the past two days.

When Detective Stanford left the Midtown area, he saw some city police superintendents working near the city gate, but now he didn't see half of the city police.

What's even more weird is that at this point in time, there should be many carriages from aristocratic families and servants from middle-class families coming in and out through this door to go to the port area to buy fresh catches, but at this moment the inner city is deserted. Can't see anyone coming in or out at all.

Agent Stanford walked through the city gate in doubt and entered the Midtown... Then he was shocked to hear heart-piercing cries for help coming from the buildings along the street.

"What happened?!"

Detective Stanford subconsciously took out the revolver in his jacket pocket—senior detectives like him who are responsible for investigating serious cases are allowed to wear firearms in addition to conventional weapons and armor—and ran nervously towards the building where the movement was heard .

Before reaching the downstairs of the three-story red brick building, Agent Stanford was horrified to see... In the corridor on the second floor, there was a pale skeleton passing by.

Detective Stanford stopped immediately, stood still for two seconds, and took out his pocket watch to check the time.

That's right, it's 23:[-] in the morning, not at all haunted - no!

How could there be undead on Central Avenue in Midtown? !

Before the confused Stanford agent figured out the situation, he saw several disheveled men rushing out of the red brick building in panic.

The purpose of this beautiful red brick building, as a local Stanford detective, is still very clear... a high-end club under the name of a nobleman, the consumption of one night in it is equal to Stanford's salary for a week.

Detective Stanford was about to go up to ask those men what happened, but before they could move their legs, they froze stiffly in place.

A dozen undead in armor and armed with weapons chased out from the gate, overtook the escaped unlucky ghosts at a speed beyond normal people's imagination, and threw them to the ground neatly.

What's even more frightening is that these undead who threw people down also pulled off a kind of thin white belt from their belts very skillfully, and quickly tied up the few people who failed to escape at a dizzying speed. stand up……

Agent Stanford looked at the scene in front of him in horror. Although the revolver in his hand was raised, he had no idea who to aim at, and even if he aimed, he had no idea whether it would be useful...

Those undead also found him.

Agent Stanford saw that the undead suddenly seemed very excited, dancing and making "KABAKABA" sounds, and pointing at him.

"Damn it, this NPC has a gun!" A certain third test Mengxin exclaimed in surprise.

"There are guns in this game?" Another three-test Mengxin said in shock.

"Let's make a fuss, there are some NPCs with guns in Inadoli City." An old player said.

"Can you grab it?" Sance Mengxin asked expectantly.

"What are you thinking, didn't you see that it's a green name? Go grab it if you're not afraid of the title." The old player rolled his eyes.

Although the three testers have only played the game for more than a month (earth time), they cherish the account more than the old players-after all, these players can all be regarded as lucky ones out of a hundred-with a regretful "Oh", Pick up the captive with the old players and return to the building.

Detective Stanford, holding his gun as if facing an enemy, just watched the undead ignore him, and in front of him as an agent, carried back a few unlucky ghosts who couldn't help struggling and howling...

Agent Stanford: "...??"

The detective who was so brave that he dared to enter the most chaotic port area alone to investigate the case without an assistant, stayed there for a while with his legs trembling slightly, and did a long time of psychological construction for himself. ...to the red brick building.

With the speed of the undead he saw with his own eyes, it is estimated that the revolver will hardly pose a great threat to the undead - the undead who is pointed at by the gun will not be afraid of seeing it at all, and it is meaningless to hold it in hand.

Since these undead didn't attack him, he just went in to see what was going on.

Entering the wide-open red-painted door and seeing the inside of the building clearly, Agent Stanford not only failed to figure out the situation, but also felt that his head was getting bigger...

The first floor, which is more spacious than all the rooms in the townhouse where the detectives live, is more than two dozen adult men in disheveled clothes, tied hands and feet, neatly arranged in the hall like goods .

There are several undead moving around the kidnapped men, one of them is even holding a pen and what looks like a notebook, his mandibles are constantly opening and closing, and he seems to be counting the "loots" on the ground "...

"The ones here were captured by the first group, and the ones over there were taken by the second group. Don't let them go. This wave of prestige depends on these prisoners. If you make a mistake, you will easily cause conflicts."

The new blood alliance group is composed of a small number of old players and a large number of newcomers. The old players who are senior executives are counting the number of captives on the spot. Those who paddle get the same benefits as those who charge into the battle, which is very unfair. Since we are all our own people, let’s be fair, whoever catches it will get it, and those who paddle must not try to take advantage..."

"Hurry up, finish here and move on to the next one. After this wave, there will be no such good chance to gain reputation!"

"Why did that green-named NPC come in again? Could it be that there is a mission?"

"It's the onlookers. If there are missions, they will take the initiative to talk to us. The hidden missions in this game are not so easy to trigger, so don't think too much about playing the battlefield."

Agent Stanford has absolutely no idea what that monotonous "KABAKABA" sound means, and luckily he doesn't...

After confirming that the undead in the building would indeed not attack him, Agent Stanford resisted the urge to run away and looked around calmly.

So, he quickly saw...the waitresses hiding in the corridor, peeking out nervously from time to time.

These waitresses in pajamas looked terrified, but they didn't look like they were hurt; the undead carrying prisoners and goods up and down the stairs passed by them from time to time, the attitude of ignoring them was not the same as treating Stanford. Same thing with detectives.

Agent Stanford once again gave himself a long period of psychological construction, endured the fear, stepped into the hall, forced himself not to look at the neatly arranged men on the ground, walked through the hall firmly, and came to the hall. to the hallway.

"I'm Agent Stanford, what the hell is going on here?"

The agent showed his agent ID to the waitresses, and when he asked the question, he realized that his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for ten and a half months.

The waitresses, who were leaning against each other for a sense of security, were very excited when they saw the detective, and they all spoke hastily:

"I'm sorry sir, we don't know, it's all like a dream."

"The undead came in through the window 10 minutes ago, and when they saw someone... No, they arrested the man."

"They caught my guest, sir, look at that man in the red underwear over there..."

"My God, I saw the undead when I opened my eyes, I was really scared to death!"

Agent Stanford listened patiently to the chatter of the waitresses, and his brain, which had been so frightened that he couldn't think, gradually returned to normal.

What he had heard from him, the information about Inadari and the undead of Tarantan gradually overlapped with what he had witnessed.

"I thought that the army of undead borrowed by the countess would entangle Earl Ezekiel's house for a long time, but I didn't expect that it was only the second day after the declaration of war, and the undead came to Midtown..."

After clarifying the situation, Detective Stanford's mood suddenly became extremely complicated...

He is an old friend with Agent Monk of Inador City, and the two sides have maintained a long-term correspondence.

Because the church's night watchman organization pays far more than ordinary local city organizations, most talented people will be attracted to join the church as investigators, and the number of investigators who can independently investigate cases in each city is not much.

There are only a few hundred agents in the entire Rhine Kingdom, and such a small circle of agents will be somewhat connected with each other.

After Inadoli fell to the hands of the undead, Agent Stanford also sent an invitation because he was worried that his old friend Agent Monk would not be able to get along, suggesting that the other party could consider coming to Du Tata City for development. Help Agent Monk get his job.

At the beginning, Agent Monk did express pessimism in his letters, but after a few letters, he quickly became cheerful and described many of Inadoli's current situation to him; some descriptions even made Agent Stanford endure I can't help but envy this old friend...

Agent Stanford secretly sighed with complicated emotions, and said to the waitresses: "In the current situation, it should be that Innad has entered the city. You don't have to worry too much, stay here first, don't run around , take good care of your belongings... When Innad makes sure everything is packed, someone will be sent to take over you."

After a pause, Agent Stanford said in a more complicated mood, indescribably happy or worried: "The business on this street should be suspended, and you may have a better place to go."