The masked man felt a figure approaching and lingering behind him, and immediately turned around vigilantly.
"Yu Xinghe?" Song Yan reported the name Yu Xingzhou had given him and explained his purpose: "President Yu asked us to come."
Yu Xinghe stared at the two of them for a few seconds, and finally nodded silently.
If it was someone with ulterior motives, it would be easier to attack them halfway, and they would not approach them in this way.
When Song Yan was about to say something else, Wen Shi spoke first.
"The more you two brothers keep your relationship secret, the better," Wen Shi said without any euphemism. "There are ten major guilds in the virtual world. Yu Xingzhou is the leader of a major guild and has many enemies. If your relationship is exposed, it will only harm you."
He paused and said, "My name is Pei Wenwei, and this is Song Yan. You can contact us if you have any daily matters."
Wen Shi asked Song Yan to take Yu Xinghe back first and explain some game-related things along the way. He stayed behind to make a phone call and arrange a meeting with Yu Xingzhou.
The two met at a cafe across the square, which was also within the business scope of Erjie.
"Your brother is too rational and tolerant." Wen Shi said straight to the point.
Anyone else thrown into a dungeon would likely blame those around them for not sharing more detailed information. Upon emerging and seeing their contact, the more extreme-minded might even think they were deliberately asserting power.
But when Yu Xinghe saw them, he immediately put away his unnatural expressions.
This kind of personality is very troublesome. There are too many things hidden in my heart. One day, it will be overwhelming.
Yu Xingzhou ordered coffee but didn't drink it: "Over the years, he has become accustomed to keeping everything in his heart."
"I'm so bored."
Yu Xingzhou paused holding the cup handle and looked up at him.
Wen Shi said calmly, "It's just the literal meaning. After being injured, I can only stay at home. The more free time I have, the more I think about it."
A sentence that is both ruthless and realistic.
"It's easiest to overthink when you first enter a dungeon. Just take him to the dungeon later." The virtual world is full of industries related to the Two Commandments. If you see them too much, this thorn will only get deeper and deeper.
"The one who tied the bell must untie it," Wen Shi said, explaining the main purpose of his visit to Yu Xingzhou. "Song Yan can take us on the next two dungeons, but for the first one, why don't we go with him?"
A high-level player will make the dungeon's difficulty increase sharply, so Wen Shi naturally wouldn't say this for no reason.
"It's going to be a terrible thing." He spat out three words.
Yu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows.
"'Horror Club' contains countless short stories. It's not a duplicate, so players can re-enter. Its initial difficulty level is not high."
Yu Xingzhou also thought this was a good idea, but there was a tricky problem: "Directly purchasing a skin for a Weird Legend scene doesn't necessarily mean you can enter the same dungeon again."
"The probability is very high." Wen Shi thought for a moment: "After all, we have to meet the requirements of scene skins at the same time, and we also have to comprehensively consider the strength of new and old players. The Horror Club is the most suitable."
The rest is up to luck.
Given Erjie's wealth and power, Yu Xingzhou would definitely have prepared a scapegoat in advance, so that he could bring the person out alive no matter what.
"Last time, the main portal of Horror Club was opened to Frank Hospital. Maybe it will be the same this time." Wen Shi took a sip of coffee. "With me as the dean, the game will give some respect."
The surface is very elegant, but the heart calls out humbly——
Dear, please give me a favor and pay for it.
"Horror Club" has a variety of stories with a wide range of choices, and it can even have a certain degree of relevance to the player's experience.
For example, the game chose a short story about an orphanage for Pei Hongxin. If it could be kind enough to give him a relevant background story, it would help him untie the knot.
…
In the time it takes to drink a cup of coffee, Yu Xinghe passively determined his fate of having to enter the dungeon again on the day it was released.
After giving the other party a buffer period, about two hours later, Wen Shi and Yu Xingzhou came to the door. At this moment, Yu Xinghe was still with Song Yan. The mask purchased from the mall did not affect breathing, and the former did not remove it even indoors.
He immediately recognized his younger brother, who was also hiding his face, and said indifferently, "If you're here to explain to me, there's no need."
He already knew that he couldn't talk about games in the real world.
Yu Xingzhou took out the team props, and Wen Shi explained beside him: "No, we are here to take you to the next level, right now."
"???"
Yu Xinghe thought there was some emergency, otherwise he would not be forced to go to the dungeon twice in a short period of time.
After a little hesitation, he nodded in agreement.
However, the so-called emergency situation actually means that Wen Shi believes that no more time should be left for people to have wild thoughts.
When everyone cooperates well, the team props can be used smoothly.
[Horror Club: Role Playing Book
Difficulty: [C+~? ? ?]
Initial number of players: ???
...]
Consistent with Wen Shi's prediction, the initial difficulty of this book is constant.
The plot summary is the same as before, but the character identities have changed, and there are only two simple summary words: [student].
The short story you need to save is called "Eight Hundred Words Composition"
As the game's introduction sounded, Wen Shi habitually looked around to confirm his surroundings. This time, he was lucky that the four people who had teamed up to play the dungeon together didn't separate, and were all in the same chapter.
The number of chapters players need to save depends on the situation. In the previous game, three short stories were used to force Wen Shi to use the name change card and transform him into Lin Hejing. Meanwhile, Li Nan and the others started right at the Golden City chapter.
Judging from the current prompt tone, it seems that he only needs to save one article this time.
The temperature was very low, a chill that was eerie. Wen Shi heard a giggle coming from his deskmate...
A monster NPC with half of its head cut off.
He happened to be sitting on the side of the monster that was cut, and could clearly see the exposed brain structure of the other party, with a few drops of brain matter dripping occasionally.
There are twenty desks in the classroom, two students at each desk, for a total of forty students.
It is easy to distinguish between players and NPCs, and none of the other students in the classroom look like humans.
Now it was certain that there were no other players in this classroom besides the four of them. Wen Shi, sitting near the door, quickly peeked out and saw a faint flicker of light in the classroom ahead. It seemed there was more than one classroom, and the initial players might have been assigned to different ones.
The familiar electronic watch face appeared on my left wrist.
Oh shit!
Wen Shi was stunned for a moment. He had just given Yu Xingzhou an idea on the spur of the moment and forgot that there were barrages in this story.
He wasn't the only one shouting "fuck!"
Patient 136: Oh my god, look at this person, isn't he our dean? @109, come here quickly!
Patient 109: Oh my goodness, I was caught traveling during work hours.
Patient 233: ...Didn't that reporter say he was out soliciting sponsorship?
A sea of ellipsis began to appear, forming a rather neat line. So, this new dean, who wasn't doing his job, actually went to the Horror Club? Even if A-oh was irresponsible, at least he was always on duty!
Wen Shi coughed guiltily and continued to observe. The content on the dial was different from before:
[Fear Bar: 0100]
[Anger Bar: 0100]
[NPC Rationality Bar: 100100]
In addition to the lack of excitement bar, the last time the rationality value recorded the player's data, this time it shows the NPC's data.
Patient 233: So this is a short story. This short story is super boring, but... @Patient 444 @Patient 399
Among the scrolling comments, all the comments Wen Shi saw were from the hospital, and it was basically certain that this live broadcast was only connected to Frank's window.
Ding-a-ling!
The school bell was deafening, further amplified by the empty corridor, and it made Wen Shi shudder when it reached his ears.
A figure suddenly appeared in the previously deserted corridor. The temperature in the classroom was freezing, yet the newcomer, wearing a black work dress, walked up to the podium clutching a lesson plan. She didn't bother opening it, instead tossing it aside and giving a sinister smile.
"Very good, everyone is here."
After taking a quick glance and making sure there were no vacant seats, she nodded in satisfaction.
"It's so annoying. We will definitely be asked to write an essay in the homeroom teacher's class." Wen Shi heard the complaint from his deskmate.
The monster classmate seemed to be very disgusted with this matter. He kept poking the edge of the table with the tip of his pen. The tip of the pen was even forked, but his movements became faster.
The head teacher threw a stack of papers to the tables in the front row and asked them to pass it to the back, one per person.
When Wen Shi got the paper, he smelled a faint musty smell. The paper felt very rough, a bit like toilet paper.
The head teacher stood at the podium and spoke non-stop: "Old rules, the short essays in class must be submitted after two classes."
The temperature in the classroom was getting lower and lower. Yu Xinghe, who was sitting in the third row, had a slightly purple hand holding a pen.
This is a semi-compulsory composition with the theme of "My __".
-There are always some important people in your life. Please write down who they are in your heart.
-Requirements: Choose the right angle, do not plagiarize, the content must be true (a child who lies will have to swallow a hundred needles), and no less than 800 words.
At the same time, the system prompt sounded:
[Main Task 1: 800-word essay
Please note that time is limited in this story.
Note that the selection of target objects is very important. Your choice will determine whether you have enough time.
There was a class schedule posted on the wall in front. Yu Xinghe had good eyesight and determined that each class was forty minutes. Since the two Chinese classes were connected, eighty minutes was more than enough.
I don't know why the prompts keep emphasizing time.
He subconsciously looked at Yu Xingzhou, who was also staring at the composition paper in thought. However, the other two people who came in together were writing very quickly.
The rules do not emphasize that the handwriting must be neat, but Wen Shi wrote with a flourish. Because his handwriting was too casual, he was lying very close to the paper, and the audience in the live broadcast room had no idea what he was writing.
In less than twenty-five minutes, Wen Shi was the first to walk up to the podium to hand in his homework.
When the head teacher's cold face scanned the text above, she immediately captured the key words. In order to see the sloppy handwriting clearly, she took out her glasses and leaned close to read it.
"Good, good!" The head teacher was very satisfied and kept saying "good" twice. The full score was 60, and the head teacher gave him 59, mainly because he was afraid that the student would be proud.
After a while, Song Yan also went up to the stage to hand in his composition.
The head teacher was silent this time. He gave him 60 points and said seriously, "You can be proud."
Wen Shi returned to his seat, but still didn't hear the prompt tone.
"It seems that writing an essay is just an introduction." No doubt there will be other tasks later.
Wen Shi looked at the bright red fifty-nine on the test paper and wondered what kind of article the copywriter would write with the half-problem.
"It's about time..." There seemed to be no benefit in finishing it in advance. When Wen Shi was thinking about it, melodious piano music sounded.
Light music is much more pleasant than the sharp school bell.
During the break, the head teacher spoke again: "Students who want to go to the toilet, hurry up and don't be late."
Then her gaze fell on Wen Shi, and her cold tone changed slightly: "During the break, everyone can appreciate the excellent works of these two students."
After she finished speaking, she nodded slightly. Wen Shi understood and stood up and began to read the composition: "Thank you for your recognition, teacher. My composition title is "My Father, the Dean."
He took a deep breath. "My father is the director of Frank Hospital. He left me a considerable amount of fixed assets..."
"Schizophrenia patient No. 51 enters the live broadcast room."
No. 51: …
Wen Shi felt that he was already very low-key. He had never written any thrilling articles such as "My Sponsor the Earl" and "My Demonic Brother".
At the end of the article, I also recommend beauty care products launched by major manufacturers.
"...The factory's products are like my principles: low-key in life and high-profile in work. I hope everyone can support me. If you're a classmate, mention my name and you can get a 20% discount."
"Good!" There was thunderous applause. The beauty creams from big manufacturers have spread to every corner of "Horror Club" and are sought after by countless people for their high efficiency and low price.
After Wen Shi sat down, his monster classmate's attitude became much better.
The next person to stand up was Song Yan.
"My True Spirit Father." Wen Shi had some emotional ups and downs, but Song Yan didn't have any extra emotional changes. After reading the title, he continued to read in a straightforward manner: "My family relationship is very simple. The man who gave birth to me wanted to train me and let me go out to gain experience..."
During his emotionless recitation, two red names appeared in the live broadcast room.
"Mirror Spirit enters the live broadcast room."
"The God of Death entered the live broadcast room."
The port of "Horror Society" is only connected to Frank Hospital, but it is easy for other true spirits to crawl over along the network cable. I heard that Wen Shi completed the successor mission, and the God of Death paid a little attention to it in the past two days. I didn't expect to encounter such a magical scene.
[Sangmenshen: ...@God of Fraud. Is this how all of you language masters speak?]
"The God of Fraud enters the live broadcast room."
[God of Fraud: I guess this illegitimate child doesn't even know his father's name @MirrorGod, what do you think?]
Boom!
In the classroom, a flash of thunder suddenly appeared in the gloomy sky outside, illuminating half of the sky.
The monster classmates were all startled by the sudden thunder.
Only Song Yan calmly recited the last hundred words: "My father has a bad temper, but I can understand him as he's old..."
Not far away, Yu Xinghe seemed to be lost in thought. Regardless of the time issue mentioned in the task, it now seemed that if the background could be reflected in the article, he could at least get a high score.
Real-life achievements should not be recognized...
Yu Xinghe stood up, asked for another piece of composition paper, and wrote a new topic in order to survive: "My President's Brother".