Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The proud young aristocratic young master, wearing labor protection gloves and work clothes familiar to the Chinese people, and wearing rubber shoes on his feet, numbly copied the hammer and smashed it against the crumbling yellow mud wall.

Amidst the dust, the planks in the yellow mud broke, and the walls of the two-meter-high shed collapsed.

The aristocratic young master who was choked with ashes backed up again and again, almost bumping into the strong man who was carrying garbage down the mountain.

This brawny man had an extra anklet than the others, obviously not a good stubble, he gave him a hard look, almost scared the noble young master to pee, and apologized in haste.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and dismantle it! If any group can't complete the progress, the whole group will work overtime. Don't think about finishing work on time!"

The guard not far away noticed that the lazy and habitual offender, the young master, stopped his hands and shouted this way with a loudspeaker.

People who were busy tearing down shacks and cleaning up garbage all around glared at the good-for-nothing young master in the same group.

The aggrieved noble young master had no choice but to re-enter the flying dust...

The discipline of the prisoner engineering team is not as violent as Hal, the warden of Inadoli, who beats people half to death at every turn, but they are not too polite to the prisoners; As a result, the entire group of prisoners had to work overtime, and they had to go hungry after missing meals.

When it was dark and returned to the prison camp, the young nobleman, whose limbs were sore from exhaustion, lay down on the straw mat and fell asleep on the spot.

Not long after, this young master seemed to be having a nightmare and made a whimpering sound... It was also thanks to the fact that the prisoners in the same barracks with him were all asleep, otherwise, he might be beaten by someone with his head covered a meal.

Thousands of prisoners were held in the prisoner camp, and each tent was stuffed with a dozen people. The living conditions were as bad as can be imagined.

The noble young master, who was half asleep and half awake, seemed to be unable to bear this terrible environment. In the middle of the night when everything was silent, he suddenly sat up quietly, pushed away the stinky feet that the man next door put on him, leaned over to the ground, and lightly touched his hands. He stepped over the sleeping prisoners and crawled out of the tent without a sound.

The militiamen on guard yawned and patrolled among the tents, trying their best to keep their bloodshot eyes wide open, and passed by the noble young master who was slowly wriggling on the ground.

The three guards on duty at night sat in the pergola outside the duty room next to the gate of the prison camp, chatting with each other about their children.

When the noble young master, who was on his hands and knees and crawling like an animal, passed outside the duty room, the older guard suddenly shivered and complained, "When you get older, you will feel cold if you blow the evening wind for a while" and stood up. Go back to the duty room and get your coat.

The noble young master slowly crawled out of the prison camp, his squirming figure disappeared into the darkness.

In the early morning of the next day, the prisoners were awakened by the sound of the gong, and they got up complaining, yawning and going out of the tent to assemble.

When it was time to roll the roll, the guards discovered that there was one prisoner missing.

"Someone escaped?" Ms. Mia, the chief steward of the logistics department, was very surprised when she heard the news: "How is it possible? There are so many militia guards inside and out, who can escape?"

"It's true that one person is missing." The temporary head of the prisoner camp who came to report the situation said with a troubled expression, "The most strange thing is that the person who escaped was the person who was the least likely to escape."

"Who is it?" Ms. Mia asked.

"Rafael Amos Ezekiel, the young master of the Ezekiel family's grandchildren." Ben explained, "The Ezekiel family has a lot of crimes, and seven out of ten adult males will be hanged." Those who are lucky enough not to be hanged are either marginal people who are not valued, or the good-for-nothing young master who even needs the help of servants to tie napkins, and this Rafael is considered the latter."

Ms. Mia understands in seconds...

A good life can indeed raise a person strong and healthy, but it does have the possibility of raising waste that can't do anything.

"How could this kind of young man run away by himself? Could it be that someone came to rescue him on purpose? And the Ezekiel family's accomplices were not caught?" Ms. Mia frowned.

"This is also the point that confuses me the most." Ben was even more entangled. "Rafael's two cousins, uncle, and his own brother are also locked up in the nearby barracks, and those four people are all there."

Ms. Mia tilted her head slightly, with question marks all over her forehead.

The logistics department searched for a day but failed to find out the disappearance and whereabouts of Rafael Amos Izekiel, so they had to report the news to the city hall.

Detectives from the Department of Public Security came to investigate all morning, and then ran to the city hall nervously, suggesting that investigators from the Night Watchman be involved in the matter.

Zhao Zhenzhen who didn't care much about this matter suddenly became vigilant.

Although Zhao Zhenzhen once ordered someone to burn the statue of the evil god who seemed to be indifferent, it does not mean that Zhao Zhenzhen does not pay attention to the issue of the evil god—she has personally participated in the "Red Wall Farm" incident, and she is very clear that this alien world is indeed There's something dangerous and weird about it.

"Detective Stanford, are you sure this is not an ordinary missing case?" Zhao Zhenzhen confirmed.

Detective Pearson Stanford, who was in charge of investigating the matter, said solemnly: "Raphael's bed is in the very center of the prisoner's barracks. It is the worst position. There are people all around, and it is difficult for fresh air to circulate. Very poor, obviously, this young master is not respected by the prisoners in the same barracks."

"The prisoners in the same barracks confirmed my guess. This young master often drags down the work progress of their team. If it weren't for the guards watching him, he would have been cleaned up many times. This means that the prisoners in the same barracks assisted The chances of him escaping are very low."

"Another doubt is that Rafael, who was involved in heavy physical labor, almost couldn't even hold the plate steadily during dinner. It is impossible for him to have the strength to get out of the barracks by himself without disturbing other people. .”

Stanford didn't even mention the possibility of militiamen or guards helping Master Rafael escape, and Zhao Zhenzhen wouldn't be stupid enough to ask...

As the most solid stepping stone for Coulson O'Neill to rise to power, the numerous crimes committed by the Ezekiel family were repeatedly publicized in Adler's territory and completely crushed to death on the pillar of shame in history.

Even if someone is bought by money and dares to take risks, it is useless—the militiamen and guards on duty at night are all operating in groups of several people, and there is no chance for individual people to move their minds.

Excluding multiple possibilities, no matter how low the remaining possibility is, it can only be the final answer.

"I understand." Zhao Zhenzhen thought for a moment, nodded and said, "You don't need to ask the night watchman for help, the relationship between the Gold Coin Church in Duttata City is not as close as that of Inadoli's Church, so let's find another way Bar."

Detective Stanford's eyes lit up. This wise and all-powerful undead lady is going to personally deal with the cult-related incidents that have caused the night watchman a headache?

Then, Zhao Zhenzhen led the Stanford detectives to meet Kingsley who was squatting in the lord's mansion in Dutata City to help Lord Yang's house.

"I don't want to meddle in anything related to the cult."

The red-haired boy who was lazily reading a book on the bamboo recliner rejected Zhao Zhenzhen who came to him without expression.

Zhao Zhenzhen looked at him in shock.

"What kind of eyes do you have? Do you think that the mental resistance of all spellcasters is as perverted as Yang?" Kingsley said unhappily, "For a normal spellcaster like me, being exposed to a cult is like It’s as disgusting as ordinary people accidentally stepping on SHI while going to the toilet, no, it’s more disgusting than this. Other things are easy to talk about, I’m not interested in this kind of thing, just walk around and don’t disturb my rest.”

Zhao Zhenzhen was convinced by this guy, and when she went out, she made a note of this unreliable local spellcaster in her heart.

"It seems that we can only let players go." Zhao Zhenzhen said helplessly, "Detective, are you willing to cooperate with undead partners?"

Agent Stanford: "Uh..."

To be honest, I was a little bit resistant, but I was also a little curious and looking forward to it...

Not long after, Miaobi Shenghua, who was leading his apprentice to change jobs, received a private chat from Ye Zhenzhen from his friend list: "Huahua, do you want to do a hidden mission?"

"Yes, yes! Miss Zhao, wait for me!"

Ten minutes later, Miaobi Shenghua, who was sent from the exile town, appeared in the city hall of Dutata City with a handy man who helped me take medicine.

"Investigate incidents related to cultists?"

"That's right." Zhao Zhenzhen took out a stack of thin documents, and handed them to the brilliant pen, "Look at this first."

In the era when the Ezekiel family ruled, the slums outside the city were places where cult incidents frequently occurred.

But at that time, the Duttata City Hall was indifferent to this. It was nothing more than the death of a few or dozens of poor ghosts. It was a great thing to involve a few people from the city. …So when Zhao Zhenzhen took over the local government affairs, the records related to the cult in the slums that I could find were even more absurdly simple than the outlines of slackers on the streets.

Fortunately, Miaobi Shenghua didn't know that this world is not a game, and he didn't have any dissatisfaction with the "mission text" in his hand...

"'Eternal Sleeper'? The code name of the evil god? There are so many evil gods in this game, this is the third one." Miaobi Shenghua quickly flipped through the file, and said this sentence without any fluctuations and in a straightforward manner.

The Stanford agent who was standing next to him was shocked. It was indeed the undead found by Ms. Zhao, and the evil god who was turned pale by ordinary people was completely insignificant.

"Sister Zhao, haven't most of the slum scenes outside the city disappeared, and all the NPCs have also moved away. Where can I find out?" Miaobi Shenghua asked.

Zhao Zhenzhen's expression remained unchanged, and she calmly took out the address of a few blocks...

If there is an unknown cult organization hidden in the slums, then it is possible for the members of this organization to respond to the call of the city hall and move to the south to be farmers on their own initiative or to accept the arrangement of the Department of Civil Affairs to become ready-made farm tenants and laborers , is not large.

It is more likely to quietly lurk among the hundreds of thousands of residents who remain in the city.

The reason is also very simple. This alien cult is not a group of liars called cults on the earth whose ultimate goal is to defraud property.

During the period of diversion and resettlement of poor households, this cult organization remained silent; it only emerged strangely after most of the slums were demolished, and started to attack the prisoners in the prison camp as soon as it came up, which is also in line with Zhao Zhenzhen's speculation-this cult organization It is already difficult to develop believers among former slum dwellers.

As long as people can see the hope of living by their own hands, it is unlikely that they will rely on the cold and ruthless gods, especially this god is still a recognized evil god, not the kind of people who rely on their mouths on the earth. Beautify and dress up as a clay puppet of the Merciful Father.

The diversion and resettlement activities of the city hall may have caused this cult organization to suffer a serious loss of personnel, and it is in danger...

In other words, the disappearance of Rafael Amos Ezekiel is likely to be a signal; a signal of a cult fighting back, filled with anger and resentment towards the new Du Tata City Hall.