Gamers Are Fierce

The time is now...11:50.

Li Angduan sat on the chair in the living room, turning his alchemy pen in his hand.

Caffee, who lived on the tenth floor, was attacked by an anomaly at the beginning of the curfew and died unclearly.

So far, players still don’t know which taboo he violated, so he understands so quickly.

I don't know if the sticky notes in his room are the sticky notes refreshed by the original hotel, or the old lady in red left or tampered with.

Caffee’s death not only made his brother Dan Fei and his friend Bob sad, but also made other players faintly sad.

In order for everyone to survive better, all players agreed to use the paper and pen provided by Li Ang to record the events in their respective rooms during the curfew.

In this way, even if you are killed by an abnormal attack, the remaining information can also help other players.

With years of classroom pen-turning experience and physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, Li Ang turned his pen in his hand like a helicopter propeller blade.

In the dull room with closed doors and windows, a cool breeze was blowing.

"so boring."

Li Ang with Erlang's legs sighed, this time the script task forces the players to isolate each other, Miss Chai is not beside him.

There isn't even a person talking around.

He leaned back, balanced the chair with only the legs of the back two stools, and looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room.

He had also stayed in similar hotels before. At that time, he took a part-time job as a private investigator online, collecting evidence of his partner’s cheating for a customer.

Li Ang lurked in the hotel for two days and took enough photos.

After seeing the evidence, the customer was in grief and anger, and almost wanted to commit suicide.

Li Ang had to comfort him. Although his partner had cheated, he still loved him deep down.

After all, his partner went to the Holiday Inn.

The memories of the past flashed in his mind, Li Ang sighed and murmured: "I don't know how other people are doing..."

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Room 0108, the room where Ω is located, is full of complicated chemical experiment instruments.

The alcohol lamp painted with the skull logo emits a green flame, burning the beaker through the barbed wire, causing the scarlet liquid in the beaker to boil, and bubbles emerge, and the sound of "gudonggudong" is constantly emitted.

The mist formed by the evaporation of the scarlet liquid was collected by an inverted glass funnel, followed by a rubber hose, and led to another complex instrument device.

After more than ten steps of compression, liquefaction, distillation, crystallization, drying, and melting,

Finally, it turned into a small droplet of gleaming blue light, dripping into the helmet hole of Ω sitting on the ground.

The most mysterious player, even Bai Haozheng, an intelligence analyst from the Special Affairs Bureau, does not know his details. He is actually a member of the Demon Scientists Alliance.

Unlike the marginalized people who joined the epidemic doctors later,

Ω is a member of the core circle of the Demon Scientists Union. The technology he has mastered can distill and liquefy the soul of living beings and turn it into a liquid composed of pure soul energy.

The energy concentration of this liquid is extremely high, which is equivalent to a super magic potion without side effects.

Just a small sip is enough for a Lv15 Mage player to fully fire and cast spells for an hour without interruption.

And Ω, directly let his body soak in this magic potion.

The continuous magic power strengthened his power, made him obsessed and intoxicated, and enjoyed the joy and comfort brought by power.

But similarly, these soul potions are also eroding his body for a long time and steadily.

Even he himself didn't want to see what the face under the fish tank had turned into a terrifying look.

never mind.

Ω sat up from the ground, stroked the top of the helmet with his gloved palm, and closed the hole on the top of the fish tank helmet.

As long as we can live, as long as we can continue to grow stronger,

The appearance of human beings is not important-will gods care about the way mortals look at them?

Live as long as you can...

Tick, tick.

On the wall of the room, the second hand of the clock rotates steadily.

There is still one minute to the curfew.

Ω silently put away the chemical equipment in the room, took paper and pens from the table in the living room, and sat on the chair.

He is looking forward to what kind of test the hotel will give him.

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[Don't look up]

In room 0308, Liu Wuxi took off the sticky note that suddenly appeared on the wall, observed it, and put it in his pocket.

The string of the short wooden bow was pulled apart by her, and a thin, fragile arrow was held between her fingers.

She could sense that at the moment the memo was refreshed, some parts of room 0308 had undergone profound changes.

The original unremarkable ceiling seemed to have invisible suction, the lights dimmed several times out of thin air, and Liu Wu's perception of the surrounding environment was also weakened to the extreme.

This feeling,

It was like falling into a gloomy lake. The cold water and suffocation pain eroded her whole body, making her eager to swim out of the water and breathe the air freely.

Stabbed...

Above my head, there was a sound of tearing paper,

A large group of dark objects poured out from the ceiling and fell downward, just in front of Liu Wu's nose.

That is hair.

black hair.

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Don't have, don't have...

On the eleventh floor, room 1172, Dan Fei holding an obsidian axe carefully searched the room.

The original room 1108, due to the sunken floor, has been deemed unsafe by the players. Dan Fei moved from 1108 on the left side of the corridor to Room 1172 on the other end of the corridor.

This is facing the elevator door on the right side of the corridor. If an abnormal event occurs, he can also take the elevator to leave.

"call..."

Dan Fei, who had searched the room carefully, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He did not find the sticky notes.

Although the accommodation guide does not specify the specific time for refreshing the sticky notes, from the experience of everyone yesterday, it is generally refreshed earlier.

Probably, he won't see the sticky notes tonight.

Dan Fei sat on the solo sofa, placed the heavy obsidian battle axe on her knees, and looked up at the beige ceiling.

During the day, players had different opinions about the cause of Kafi’s death, and no conclusion was reached.

But Dan Fei faintly felt that what the player named Li Risheng said on ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ might be right.

He violated the content of the memo, first leaving his room, and then leaving Caffee, who said goodbye to him, that caused his brother's death.

I clearly said that I want to live together.

Dan Fei took a deep breath, and just about to exhale, she felt a little discomfort in her throat.

Something seems to be stuck.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Dan Fei opened her eyes suddenly and coughed violently.

He pinched his neck with one hand and reached into his mouth with the other hand, groping hard.

Finally, **** touched something and slowly pulled the thing out of his throat.

It was a yellow sticky note with saliva.

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