Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

After an afternoon of investigation, the alien time at this time is already 10:30 p.m., which is also [-]:[-] p.m. on earth time.

This time period is the evening peak for players online. Those who go out to eat, socialize, or date (if any) mostly return home at this time, and go online wearing a helmet when they are ready to sleep.

Players who only come online during the evening rush hours are mostly here to play all night... Anyway, they have work and entertainment during the day and don't have much time to play, so it's better to use the game time directly while sleeping.

In other words, there will be many leisure parties and salted fish parties.

Brilliant pen, give me medicine, ask my friends to drive a large group to the low-rent neighborhood in the north section of Zhongxin Avenue, waiting patiently for the plot NPC to wander over, two salty people who teleported to Du Tata City as soon as they went online The fish party happened to pass by here, and looked at this group of old players with good equipment in surprise.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

There is no hierarchy among players who is not qualified to strike up a conversation with a boss. As long as there is nothing wrong, anyone can chat with anyone.

"As for the task, we need to push the boss's task."

Veteran players look at these two players who are dressed in whiteboards, only a few equipment parts have entries, and are carrying a bucket with a long cloth bag in it. He directly stated that we are going to fight BOSS, and we can't take you to play.

"Oh, fight the BOSS." As expected, the two salted fish gangs lost interest when they heard that they were going to spawn monsters, and turned around to leave.

The old player who talked to them was idle anyway, so he asked curiously, "Why are you two here? What are you carrying?"

"Fishing." One of the salted fish party members naturally picked up the long cloth bag in the bucket, "This is our homemade fishing rod, the bamboo we found at Westham, the hook, The float and fishing line are exchanged with NPCs here in Dutata City, do you want to take a look?"

The old player who spoke: "...No, thank you."

The two salted fish gangs went to the port area for a stroll with a bucket, and the old player complained to his companion in a low voice: "I remember that there is no fishing in the life skills of this game, how can someone play in it?" Angler?"

"The Cultivation Party, what can't be done." The companion said happily, "Last time I saw a mountaineering group recruiting people on the forum. A group of mountaineering enthusiasts who don't know where they came from recruited people to climb the Sorensen Mountains I was so convinced that there was no teleportation point in that place, so I could only run. A group of immortal cultivators rushed to the place, climbed the mountain happily, and then wiped out the monsters there in less than half an hour. , I will continue to organize the next mountaineering activity after I die... I am really convinced that I have this spirit to use it to open up wasteland, and the weekend activity book has been opened up for this group of talents a long time ago."

"Pfft hahahaha..."

A player next to the NPC who was waiting for the plot said with a smile: "Don't just laugh at others, the Immortal Cultivation Party is quite capable. Didn't Huan Ling's buddy's farm take over a lot of land from the Immortal Cultivation Party? Hey, let alone , They grow a lot of vegetables, which can be brought into the main city and sold to the city hall, and they earn a lot, even more than the Gold Party."

"Hey, by the way, I heard that the knight of the owner of the orange cat is raising lotus root? Have you raised it?"

"I don't know, anyway, I heard Xiao Tang said that the lotus grows very well last time..."

The two salted fish party players who still insisted on being fishermen in games without fishing skills bid farewell to the group of old players who were playing games seriously, and came all the way to the port area.

The residents of the port area can already see the undead stalking the city without turning their eyes... Anyway, the port area is often haunted by all kinds of strange people. These undead are at least safer than drunk mercenaries, and they will not molested women , and will not hit people after the four eyes are handed over.

In reality, the two salted fish parties are ordinary office workers. Although they have the heart of being a fisherman, they are afraid of being exposed to the sun and mosquito bites when they have no time, and they are too lazy to go out on weekends to feel the traffic jam. It perfectly meets the needs of A Zhai to experience fishing.

After passing through the port area and arriving at the pier in the north of the city, the two continued to walk north, walked straight out of the pier area, and also ran out of the coverage of the city wall, before stopping at a very barren beach by the Barcelo River.

"Let's go, let's go, today we will not be able to air force." Salted Fish Party A put down the bucket, took out the fishing rod and bait bag, and started to mix the bait in a hurry.

"Don't bring up the air force as soon as you come up, okay, it's too unlucky." Salted Fish Party B complained to his companion, and started tossing the bait.

For fishing bait, you can dig earthworms yourself, or you can exchange the products of life skills with NPCs for cornmeal and wheat flour—this kind of bartering method was first discovered by the Hulu master.

The two salted fish parties are very particular about this aspect. Their bait is made of homemade locust powder and earthworm powder (caught by themselves, dried and ground) and cornmeal exchanged from NPC, and mixed with water. You can use it by hanging it on a fishhook.

"During the day, when I was paid to pull SHI, I watched several Deng Gang's videos. Let's make a nest like Mr. Deng Gang, and we will definitely return with a rewarding experience."

Salted Fish Party A excitedly shared his experiences with his friends. After pouring out good bait, the two dragged out the door panel they had left here from the grass as tall as one person.

This door panel was stolen from the construction site by the two salted fish gangs during the reconstruction of the northern section of Central Avenue. It is wide and thick. They were used to tie ropes and tie them to the big trees on the bank of the river so that the current would not take them away.

When the sun was setting and the sky was shrouded in darkness, two undead sitting cross-legged on the wooden planks in the shallow water of the river beach confidently flung out their fishing rods...

On the other side, the low-rent neighborhood in the north of Central Avenue.

After Agent Stanford and Captain Mace arrived, the undead "supported" these two tortoise-like plot NPCs, cursing and visiting people who asked for leave.

The first family to be approached was a family working as laborers in the large kitchen of the logistics department.

The male head of the family worked as a small worker in the large kitchen of the logistics department. He had to ask for leave to rest because he broke his leg and arm when he walked on the slippery stone road while carrying water.

The undead, the agent, and the captain of the night watchman came to the door together and almost scared the family to pee. They answered the questions tremblingly, and watched the undead search their home in horror. They still didn't understand why their home was being targeted. He was appeased with a few words, and watched the undead leave with a huff full of question marks.

The second family is also a temporary worker of the logistics department.

The third house, the fourth house... When it was time to reach the fifth house, a large group of undead and the thirsty Stanford detective and Captain Mace came to the downstairs where the Johnsons lived.

"This family is a temporary worker of the Department of Civil Affairs. The intersection of the male owner and the prisoner camp is... a week ago, he was responsible for delivering toiletries to the prisoner camp for distribution to the prisoners."

While climbing the stairs, Agent Stanford reconfirmed the information on the list.

The people who want to visit and investigate are not only asking for leave continuously, but also have an additional condition that they have intersected with prison camps outside the city or prisons in the city in their work or life-people who cannot get close to these two places are not A chance to get in touch with the missing Master Raphael.

There are not many families who meet these two screening conditions. The resettled households in the central city area and the resettled households in the southern city area are only a dozen families, and they can definitely run through in one night.

"This is the last one in this block. If it's still not there, you need to go to South City." Agent Stanford turned around and said to Miaobi Shenghua.

"Understood." Miaobi Shenghua nodded, then turned his head and said to his friends, "The next wave is going to Nancheng District. Let's carry the NPC away later. They move too slowly."

Agent Stanford: "??"

Did you, bastard undead, put me in your eyes? !I can understand you! !

Due to the relatively poor sound insulation of the floor, the large group of undead humbling upstairs alarmed the residents of this building. Mrs. Cooper, who lives on the third floor, opened the door and looked out strangely... Unexpectedly, she saw a large group of undead pouring into the corridor. This kind lady almost screamed out of shock.

"Night, ma'am, I'm Detective Stanford from the Department of Public Security. We're here to visit the Johnsons." Detective Stanford said quickly.

Mrs. Cooper calmed down when she saw the detective in the pile of undead. She grabbed the door panel of her house with one hand and pointed to the next door with the other: "The Johnsons live in this room, detective."

Miaobi Shenghua couldn't understand what Mrs. Cooper was talking about, but it was very simple to see Mrs. Cooper's actions. Even if she was a particularly experienced player, she threw an identification technique in the direction of the door of the Johnsons' house.

The identification technique can identify disguised creatures, but if it is a vampire-level camouflage, or a living person disguised as a living person with another identity, it cannot be seen through.

Under the wonderful identification technique, the citizen Jonson is still the citizen Jonson in the room separated by the door panel—without the special marking of the online GM or Yang Qiu himself, the identified information will not be marked as a cultist.

If the man pretending to be Citizen Jonson can calmly continue to play Citizen Jonson, then there is no doubt that this visit will not expose him.

But... the reputation of Tarantan's undead is really too great.

When a large group of undead entered the corridor and stepped on the corridor, the dense "crack, crack" sound was too revealing of the identity of the visitor.

When Agent Stanford uttered his identity to his neighbor, Mrs. Cooper, the man lying on the bed in the inner room knew that disaster was imminent. He suddenly got up and rushed to the window, turning over and crawling outside.

Miaobi Shenghua threw out the identification technique, and saw... on the other side of the door, there was an NPC with the green letter "Citizen Jonson" on his head, who had turned over to the outside of the window facing the street, and was climbing down the wall.

The online GM who watched all this through the vision of a wonderful pen, replaced the identification information of "Citizen Jonson" with "Jonson the Suspicious" in yellow font at the right time.

"--found it!"

Miaobi Shenghua excitedly pointed at the door of Jonson's house and yelled.

Agent Stanford turned his head in amazement to look at the suddenly agitated Ms. Undead.

Compared to Agent Stanford's hesitation at this moment, Captain Mace, who has no brains and trusts in the undead, obviously reacted faster. He rushed over and kicked open the door of Jonson's house.

Just one step slower than Miaobi Shenghua, who threw out the Appraisal technique and gave me medicine, and opened the Wind Control technique in seconds, rushing in like the wind.

Captain Mace, who kicked open the door, didn't even have time to make an arrest call, and several undead rushed past him, quickly turned over the window in front of his eyes, and chased after the man who had just climbed down a few meters along the outer wall.

When Captain Mace rushed into the inner room and climbed to the window sill to look down, he found that the man climbing on the outer wall was surrounded by several undead, and several undead slid downstairs, staring at the top.

The floor height of the low-rent housing is very low, and the height of the third floor is less than eight meters. The exterior wall of this height is really nothing to players who often play super parkour in the city.

Captain Mace, who felt the speed of the undead at close range, showed admiration... Of course, the night watchmen are not afraid of such heights, but it would be him who rushed up to arrest the cult members without hesitation Nor will it be so decisive.

The man trapped in mid-air obviously knew that there was no way out. The arms grasping the edge of the outer wall floor suddenly burst out ferocious veins and swelled rapidly. The neck, torso, and legs also suddenly doubled in size. Looking up, the face distorted beyond human form due to pain turned upwards, roaring like an ancient beast: "Roar——!!"

"Fuck?!" The one who had just pulled out the nylon cable tie from his waist to give me medicine, hurriedly let go and slid down, "Scatter, let go, the boss is about to transform!"

Agent Stanford, who had just rushed to the window, almost protruded from his eye sockets.

In less than two seconds, the "Jonson" that was originally hanging in mid-air on the outer wall has been deformed into a terrifying monster whose lower limbs can touch the ground...

In the northern part of the port area, "Mrs. Johnson", who was rushing northward in the dark, suddenly squatted down in pain, holding her head in her hands.

The late dock worker saw a woman squatting on the side of the road in the alley, hesitated for a while before saying hello: "Hi, ma'am, do you need help?"

"Mrs. Johnson" didn't look back, grabbed the outer wall of the building along the street with one hand and stood up, pressing her forehead firmly with the other hand, as if she was afraid that something would come out of her brain, sweating profusely and looking fiercely, Desperately ran to the north.