Nightmare Attack

"Is there any problem with that woman?" Jiang Cheng followed Zuo Jing closely, his eyes were as frightened as a frightened deer, his throat rolled a few times, and then he said while rubbing Zuo Jing's arm: "It's so scary .

"Now that the mission has just begun, the danger is relatively low. It's best to collect more clues now." A rough voice came, and it was Youqi who spoke. He couldn't help but look around, as if he wanted to take in everything around him. All in mind.

"Did you hear what they called us just now?" Liao Zhi, a teacher with dyed yellow hair, lowered his voice and said, "They called us doctors, that is, doctors."

Qin Jian nodded, turned around and said: "It seems that our identity in this copy is doctors, and did you notice that the woman just said that the young master is still resting and will invite us to check for pulse later. Look. This so-called young master is the patient who needs our diagnosis and treatment."

As veteran players, they are already familiar with role-playing. After each new copy is opened, the participating players will be given a new identity.

And they need to use this identity to sort out the clues and find a way out.

"One more thing, she said that the things she used are all in the wing, and they are arranged according to everyone's preferences." Qin Jian frowned, raised her head and asked, "How does she know our preferences?"

"There is only one explanation," Zuo Jing said suddenly, pushing away the increasingly unruly Jiang Cheng, "We have been here before."

"To be precise, the identity we are playing should have been here before."

An Xuan, who looked very reliable, touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and added, "But the last time we came here, we did not cure the young master's illness."

The fat man looked around and asked in a low voice: "What kind of disease is it? We have 10 doctors at one time to see you. Do you want a consultation?"

No one answered his question, but just looking at Mr. Huang's family background, we knew that the young master's illness was not trivial, otherwise it would not have been delayed until now.

"Is it possible that the way to survive this time is to cure the young master's illness?" Youqi suddenly said, "As long as the young master recovers from his illness, we can leave."

It's not impossible, but everyone thinks it's unlikely.

After all, it is a copy for 10 people, so the difficulty can be imagined.

Qin Jian, the oldest among them, sighed meaningfully and said: "If it's just a physical illness, that's all. I'm afraid this young master has a mental illness."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "boom" and a thunder sounded from the sky. Immediately afterwards, the sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was about to rain.

The brief exchange ended here. Everyone was concerned about the issue of shelter from the rain, or more specifically, the issue of resting at night.

Not far from the lake, there are three rooms in total.

According to the woman who left, this is where they will rest tonight.

The rain was coming fiercely, so An Xuan suggested that everyone live in three separate rooms. In order to take care of the safety of the newcomers, each room was assigned a newcomer who would be taken care of by the remaining veteran players in the room.

"Since we know the danger, why don't we all rest together?" Tang Shi's weak voice came. The sudden thunder just now frightened her and turned pale.

She subconsciously crossed her arms, wishing everyone would gather around her.

"Every word of the clue person must be carried out as much as possible. One of these three rooms may contain clues to crack the mission," An Xuan's voice was very gentle, and coupled with his gentle appearance, it was very impressive. There is a sense of closeness to people.

"Ms. Tang," An Xuan smiled very naturally, "If you don't mind, just follow me."

Tang Shirou couldn't help but feel flattered by the sudden kindness.

As a newcomer, she could clearly feel everyone's indifference to her when she first came to Nightmare, and she was also perfunctory about her problems.

But An Xuan was different. He was very easy-going and didn't speak rudely to her like others. Especially his identity was so reassuring that she almost subconsciously agreed.

But just before she spoke, an unharmonious voice suddenly sounded.

"Brother An, please take me!" Jiang Cheng said enthusiastically and excitedly from a distance, "I'm young, so it's easy to deceive."

An Xuan's originally gentle expression was startled.

The final result was that An Xuan, Qin Jian, and You Qi brought a newcomer, Tang Shirou.

Zuo Jing was taught by Liao Zhi and led by newcomer Chen Qiang.

Xia Meng, the fat man, leads the newcomer Jiang Cheng.

In fact, Jiang Cheng immediately joined An Xuan's group because he wanted to switch to Zuo Jing's group, but Zuo Jing ignored him. In the end, the fat man came forward to take him home with him cursing.

An Xuan and the others went directly to the largest wing with the best view.

Zuo Jing and others chose the one on the left.

Now the three people in Jiangcheng were left with only the one on the right, which looked like the oldest wing.

In a place like this, the more dilapidated a room is, the more unpleasant it is for people, but Jiang Cheng walked past as if nothing was wrong, without any sign of a newbie's awareness.

As soon as the door was closed, the rain outside fell with a crash, hitting the roof with a crackling sound, and it seemed that it was mixed with hail.

Now that Xia Meng knew the doctor's background, the fat man stopped being secretive when he spoke. He went directly to Jiang Cheng and asked, "Doctor, is there something wrong with An Xuan?"

Jiang Cheng, who was pushing open the window and looking out, turned his head, "Why do you say that?"

"Nothing, just feels weird," the fat man scratched his head, "He looks smart, but he suddenly grabbed the hand of the woman leading the way. Isn't he afraid of getting into trouble?"

"So he needs to find an obedient and brainless scapegoat around him!" Xia Meng's voice suddenly sounded with a hint of disdain, "Why do you think he took Tang Shirou, to play with her?"

There was a teapot on the table. She tried it with her hand and the water was still warm.

Squinting, Xia Meng poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, glanced out the window, smiled meaningfully, and said, "Newcomers are in high demand, especially in high-risk dungeons."

The fat man immediately understood that keeping Tang Shirou was just a safety net for An Xuan, so that even if a ghost targeted him, he would find a way to push Tang Shirou out first.

After all, based on current experience, most ghosts only kill one person at a time.

"And most importantly, Brother An is very kind," Jiang Cheng looked out the window and said with emotion, "It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. He also thoughtfully left a scapegoat for the old players in each room, so that everyone doesn't have to quarrel over people."

"What a considerate and kind person!"