Forces of Temptation

    Before entering the dungeon, the player will have a vacuum period of nothingness.

    Man floats in an endless, real tide-like darkness, as if placed in a biological chamber filled with a sticky nutrient solution.

    During this process, players do not have any autonomy at all, and can only passively receive copy information.

    It is a pure sound without picture.

    The sound of high-speed running feet and the sound of terrified gasps are intertwined.

    "Huh...huh..."

    The frantic and rhythmic breathing sounds make people feel the burning pain in the throat during intense exercise, and the astringent smell of blood rising from the lungs.

    The man was running all the way, when he suddenly tripped over something and fell to the ground.

    The moment the man's body slammed into the ground, Nan Zhou heard a small sound.

    "Sand—"

    He couldn't tell what the sound was.

    Is it the rubbing sound of the fabric and the ground after a fall?

    Or the sound of electromagnetic interference?

    It is too short to judge.

    But it can be judged that the person who made the sound is running for his life.

    I'm running away from death, I'm running away from a terrible thing.

    Because Nan Zhou heard a clear sound of teeth breaking when he fell.

    But the people in the recording didn't even have time to moan.

    He turned over and continued to run forward.

    He fled into the stairwell.

    —because the footsteps echoed louder than before.

    After going down two floors, he broke into the elevator.

    —because of the constant keystrokes and restless pacing.

    —Ding.

    The elevator has arrived.

    The sound of a button to select a layer was followed by the mechanical operation of the steel box slowly closing.

    Nan Zhou was wondering why the man put himself in a steel cage from which he could not escape, when a thin footstep sounded in his ears.

    …The man used the elevator to mislead the pursuers.

    He called for the elevator and only pressed the floor number, but no one went in.

    If the thing chasing him also comes to the elevator on this floor, and sees the elevator in operation, it is very likely that he will directly chase after him.

    He'll be safe.

    The sound of shredding crept out of the elevator, came to a room on this floor, and quietly twisted the door handle.

    The surroundings are very quiet.

    Therefore, the normal and faint rubbing sound of the door spring is as if it was drawn against the nerve of a person's teeth.

    Extremely sharp.

    Squeaky—

    This is the sound of the tin cabinet closing again.

    The man finally hid himself in a safe place.

    After hiding, he finally began to speak.

    It is a young male voice, with a chaotic, suppressed and short voice.

    “Save me, save me, save me…”

    "We shouldn't be there, that place doesn't exist, so neither can we—"

     "Hu Li is dead, he is dead, I remember, why don't you remember—"

    Muttering without logic, with a hint of being half crazy and about to collapse.

    Is he calling someone, or is he muttering nervously?

    Suddenly, everything went quiet.

    Even the nervous gasp was caught in the man's throat.

    Because the door he closed with great care, opened it from the outside without warning.

    "Sand—"

    "Sand—"

    "Sand—"

    It sounds like some kind of creature is crawling on the ground.

    Soso…Swish…

    The sound went from far to near, all the way to the iron cabinet.

    Nan Zhou heard the tremor of the legs of the person in the cabinet.

    His trembling legs kept hitting the bottom of the cabinet, and even the whole cabinet shuddered with fear.

    Hiding doesn't make sense anymore.

    …the tide is gone.

    Squeak—

    The door opened.

    Next, a long silence.

    No screams, no screams, no desperate screams and whimpers before dying.

    All sounds are pulled away. Only pure tranquility remains.

    As if the thrilling chase just now was just a dream.

    Nan Zhou pricked up his ears, trying to get some residual information from this dead silence.

    Suddenly, a well-spoken male voice rang in his ear.

    Just now, the voice was still arrogant and whispering.

    Now, in this boundless darkness, he is standing beside Nanzhou, and talking to Nanzhou's ear.

    The sound is not too loud, not too small, but it is creepy enough.

    “—I went.”

    "Nanzhou, when are you coming?"

    [The game officially starts after 30 seconds. 】

    [The game time is 120 hours. 】

    [Before the game time is over, don't go crazy and survive. 】

    …is this a survival game?

    Don't give Nanzhou a chance to think about it, the sound of a large area of ​​dense rustling came surging, like a muffled sound caused by electromagnetic interference.

    It was also like a swarm of mice swarming over his feet and over his head.

    His feet were on firm ground again.

    When the surrounding ambient light gradually brightened, Nan Zhou first heard the screams pouring into the eardrums and the referee whistle.

    Then he smelled the rubber of the basketball and the faint smell of sweat.

    Nan Zhou closed his eyes and could see the light red blood vessels on his eyelids reflected by the sunlight.

    After making sure that his eyes would not be burned by the sudden light, he slowly opened his eyes.

    "Follow your dreams, dare to be the next wave!"

    "Play great, play great, play great!"

    The goal was two bright red slogans, followed by two teams facing each other in one field, and the scoreboard showing 70:71 between the Department of Architecture and the Department of Mathematics, and only 23 left. A large-screen timer that counts down in seconds.

    …he was watching a basketball game.

    Li Yinhang and Jiang Fang, who originally entered the dungeon with him, are no longer by his side.

    Nanzhou was not in a hurry to find them.

    He sat on the spot, turned his wrist, confirmed the butterfly tattoo on his wrist, looked down at the shape of his ankle bone, and then raised his hand to touch the outline of his ear.

    Well, the face is still the same.

    It's just that his clothes were changed, replaced by a white shirt and a dark red sweater jacket, with a casual tie, a typical college style.

    The surrounding is bright and sunny, and the voices are full of people. It seems that it does not have any factors that can make people hang up and go crazy.

    When Nanzhou was integrating information, the basketball competition over there was already clear.

    The construction team in orange autumn clothes successfully scored.

    The 70 on the score board jumped to 72, and the countdown has 4 seconds to zero.

    The overall situation has been set, and the limit is overtaken.

    The grandstand where Nan Zhou was located immediately set off a tsunami.

    According to the reactions of the surrounding audience, Nanzhou quickly made a judgment.

    I am from the Department of Architecture, opposite the Department of Mathematics.

    The Department of Architecture was probably beaten by the Department of Mathematics from the beginning, and finally succeeded in overtaking with only a few seconds left until the end of the game.

    A short junior next to Nan Zhou came up and pinched Nan Zhou's shoulders, jumping and scolding, shouting heartily: "You are awesome! Seniors, we are awesome!"

    The Nanzhou was shaken by him, but he did not resist.

    Although he used his own face, it is clear that the NPCs in the copy have successfully modified their memories, completely treating them as the people they knew.

    Just after he figured this out, Nan Zhou saw his younger brother make a fist, the heart of the fist was inward, and it stretched straight to his eyes.

    The boy looked at Senior Nan Zhou expectantly, and wanted to punch him up and down to vent his sullen anger.

    Nanzhou was a little surprised.

    But he still reached out and grabbed his wrist, adjusting the direction of his force and the posture of his fist.

    Apprentice: "?"

    Nan Zhou nodded affirmatively and told him with his eyes: This way, hitting someone would be more painful.

    After patiently educating the younger brother, Nan Zhou stood up and was about to find his teammates.

    Without warning, a faint sound suddenly came from his ear.

    "Sand..."

    Nanzhou stopped and looked back.

    He didn't see anything.

    He rubbed his ears.

    I don't know if it was his illusion, the rustling sound seemed to come from the depths of his ear canal.

    …

    This delivery is indeed random.

    After listening to a weird recording, Jiang Fang appeared in a descending elevator.

    Besides are two foreign students who speak Russian.

     While listening to their conversation, Jiang Fang opened the bag with the words [International Students Department of Jinjing University School of Management] printed on his hand.

    He quickly turned over several textbooks one by one, raised his head, and confirmed that his face had not changed on the slightly reflective elevator car wall.

    When walking out of the foreign student dormitory, Jiang Fang looked up and was thinking about where to look for Nanzhou when he heard a sound from the public speaker next to the apartment building that was playing Schubert's piano music. Interim content:

    "Dear students, Nan Zhou from the Department of Architecture is lost. Anyone who knows Nan Zhou from the Department of Architecture, please come to the broadcast room to pick him up."

    …

    Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang arrived in the broadcasting room almost on their feet.

    Nan Zhou sat alone on the wooden bench in the broadcasting room, with his back straight, holding the lock of the ticket box that he had taken from the previous copy.

    However, the lock that was firmly locked has popped out.

    Jiang Fang knocked on the glass.

    Nan Zhou raised her head when she heard the sound, stood up, stuck her head out of the broadcast room, and announced straight to the point—

    "I stole level 1."

    After being successfully claimed by teammates, Nanzhou exchanged information with them.

    The audio content they hear is similar.

    A man was wanted - tried to use the elevator to lure him away - hid in the room tin cabinet - was found.

    The only difference is the subject of the man's last whisper.

    The basic sentence pattern is, "XX, when are you coming".

    When I heard this sentence, Li Yinhang's san value immediately dropped by 2 points, and it has not recovered until now.

    She can only listen to Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, two big men who don't seem to have a nerve to express their opinions on the current intelligence.

    Jiang Fang said: "That person can call each of us by name, which means he knows us."

    Nan Zhou hummed: "You can start with this. According to the setting, we went somewhere together and caused something."

    It's probably the kind of thing that makes a rustling noise.

    Nan Zhou added: "A man named Hu Li died. We can start from Hu Li."

    Jiang Fang mentioned another thing at this time: "Are you okay?"

    Nanzhou raised her eyebrows.

    What questions should I have?

    "The task time is 120 hours, and the risk factor is relatively high." Jiang Fang said, "Even if you don't die, it may affect your spirit."

    Speaking, Jiang Fang looked at Nanzhou: "I'm a little worried..." You.

    But the word was hanging on the tip of his tongue, he was hesitant to say anything, but he couldn't say it.

    Nan Zhou felt that the issues raised by Jiang Fang were indeed worthy of attention.

    It will be too late to wait until the san value returns to zero.

    How can I timely judge whether there is a problem with the mental state of my teammates?

    So, after a short thought, he suggested: "Let's agree on a safe word."

    Li Yinhang: "...??"

    Nan Zhou noticed Li Yinhang's complicated expression and nodded knowingly: "Yinhang probably doesn't know what the safety word means."

    Li Yinhang: “…”

    Nanzhou: "It's..."

    Li Yinhang hurriedly stopped him from saying more words with this indifferent face: "Know, know, know."

    Jiang Fang raised his hand and interjected with a smile: "But I don't know what it means, I want to hear an explanation."

    Li Yinhang: "..." Jiang Fang, did you mean it?

    Nan Zhou gave an honest explanation: "For example, my safe word is..."

    With a glance out of the corner of his eyes, he saw an English sentence under the "Do not make noise" warning sign posted on the corridor.

    Nan Zhou continued: "And your safe word is..."

    Jiang Fang took the initiative to pick up: "'Sir'."

    Nan Zhou nodded: "My safe word is 'please', your safe word is 'Sir'. When I find that your spirit is seriously shaken, I will call You please, as long as you can answer me 'sir', it proves that you still have reason. That's the safe word."

    Li Yinhang: "..." This is a safe word for a hammer.

    Isn't this the secret code of "The King of Heaven Covering the Earth, the Pagoda Town River Demon".

    But Jiang Fang didn't correct him, instead he played with him: "Then let's try it."

    Nanzhou: "please."

    Jiang Fang smiled: "Sir."

    Li Yinhang: "..." Jiang Fang, did you mean it?

    Nanzhou had no idea about this. After successfully connecting with Jiang Fang, he asked her, "Yinhang, what are you using..."

    Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

    In order to facilitate the conversation, they had already walked to the stairwell which was clean and uninhabited, and went down while talking.

    Nan Zhou sensed something discordant, stopped Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang, put his index finger on his lips, and shush.

    The movement above suddenly disappeared, and the people waiting below really couldn't hold back.

    The three figures left the shadow of the stairs below, walked upstairs slowly, and crossed the road where the three of them left.

    The man headed by the muscular knot, at first glance, is a regular visitor to the gym.

    In the first instance, the fitness trainer Xiao Shen they met would probably like him very much.

    The leading man said with a half-smile: "We also heard your broadcast. There are students who get lost in the school? This is too strange."

    He concluded: "You are also dungeon players."

    Nanzhou was not surprised by this result.

    He dared to use the radio station, and he originally planned to gather other players together.

    So he answered frankly: "Yes. All three of us."

    The other party grinned: "That's good."

    This time it's a 7-player dungeon, and they should have 4 teammates.

    But seeing their ill-intentioned expressions, even Li Yinhang realized that what they encountered this time was not the "Tailwind" led by Shen Jie, who wanted to seize the right to speak and command at the beginning , nor is it the "Nanshan" dominated by Yu Tuisi, who is moderate and conservative, and wins with stability.

    Whether it is "Shunfeng" or "Nanshan", at least they want to seek cooperation and pass the test together.

    There are three strong men in front of me, but I can't see any intention of "cooperating" with them.

    Nan Zhou looked at the three people who were coming up step by step without moving, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

    Without the bonus of the long windbreaker, the mysterious temperament of Nanzhou was cut by three points.

      Can't help but want to frivolously "tsk" him.

    "We didn't want to do anything, we just wanted to teach newcomers a lesson. ... You don't think that there is no risk in PVE mode, right?"

    The man sneered, revealing a shark-like tooth, aiming the shiny Swiss knife at Nanzhou, simulating the action of picking his chin, and stirring it in the air up and down his lower abdomen Twice: "If you have any props on your body, hand them over."

    The author has something to say:

    Mr. Nan: Are you teaching me a class?