Chapter 367 Exposed
After an afternoon of investigation, it was already eight o'clock in the evening in the other world, which was half past ten on Earth.
This time period is the evening peak for players to be online. Those who have gone out to eat, socialize, or date (if any) mostly return home at this time, get ready for bed, and then go online wearing helmets.
Most of the players who go online during the evening rush hour come here to play all night... Anyway, they have work and social events during the day and don’t have much time to play, so they might as well use their gaming time before sleeping.
In other words, there will be a lot of casual people and lazy people.
Miaobishenghua and Give Me Medicine called on their friends to drive the group to the low-rent neighborhood in the northern section of Central Avenue. While they were patiently waiting for the plot NPCs to come over, two lazy players who were teleported to Dutata City as soon as they came online happened to pass by here. They looked at the group of old players with good equipment in surprise.
"Boss, what are you doing?"
There is no hierarchy among players that says noobs are not qualified to talk to the big guys. As long as there is nothing to do, anyone can chat with anyone else. The two lazy players came over and started a conversation in a very familiar manner.
"We need to do the mission, and defeat the boss."
The old players looked at the two players who were wearing blank clothes with only some equipment parts having attributes, and holding buckets with long cloth bags stuck in them. They knew with their knees that they were two lazy players, so they directly said that they were going to fight the BOSS and could not play with them.
"Oh, to fight the BOSS." As expected, the two lazy guys lost interest when they heard that they were going to kill monsters, and turned around to leave.
The old player who was talking to them had nothing to do anyway, so he asked curiously: "Where are you two going? What are you carrying?"
"Fishing." One of the casual fishermen naturally picked up the long cloth bag in the bucket. "This is our homemade fishing rod. We found the bamboo in Westram. We exchanged the fish hook, float and fishing line with the NPC in Dutata City. Do you want to take a look?"
The old player who started the conversation: “…No, thank you.”
The two lazy players carried their buckets and walked towards the port area. The old player then complained to his companion in a low voice: "I remember there is no fishing in the life skills of this game. How can someone be a fisherman in this game?"
"The Cultivators are capable of anything," said his companion happily. "Last time I saw a mountaineering group recruiting people on the forum. A group of mountaineering enthusiasts from nowhere were recruiting people to climb the Sorenson Mountains. I was so impressed. There was no teleportation point there, so they had to run. The Cultivators ran to the place, climbed the mountain with great enthusiasm, and were wiped out by the monsters in less than half an hour. After they came back, they continued to organize the next mountaineering activity... Damn, I am really impressed. If they had this spirit, they could have used it to open up new land. The weekend activities would have been opened up by these talents a long time ago."
“Hahahahaha…”
The player who was waiting for the plot NPC nearby laughed and said, "Don't just laugh at them. The Immortal Cultivators are quite capable. Didn't the Immortal Cultivators take over a lot of the land on Huanling's farm? Hey, you know what, they grow a lot of vegetables that can be brought into the main city and sold to the city hall. They make a lot of money, more than the gold-farming parties."
"Oh, by the way, I heard that the knight leader of the orange cat boss is raising lotus roots? Is it alive?"
"I don't know. Anyway, I heard Xiaotang say last time that the lotus flowers are growing well..."
Two lazy players who were still obsessed with fishing in a game without any fishing skills said goodbye to the large group of old players who played the game seriously and came to the port area.
The residents of the port area have learned to not look away when they see the undead parading through the streets... After all, all kinds of strange people often appear in the port area. These undead are at least safer than drunk mercenaries. They will neither tease women nor beat people after making eye contact.
The two lazy fishers are ordinary office workers in real life. Although they want to be fishermen, they don’t have time, they are afraid of sun exposure and mosquito bites, and they are too lazy to go out on weekends to experience traffic jams. Fishing in the game perfectly satisfies the needs of the otaku to experience the fishing experience.
After passing through the port area and arriving at the dock in the north of the city, the two continued walking north, walking out of the dock area and out of the coverage of the city wall, before they stopped on a very deserted river beach beside the Barcelo River.
"Let's get started. We won't come back empty-handed today." Salted Fish Party A put down the bucket, took out the fishing rod and bait bag, and quickly started mixing the bait.
"Please don't bring up the air force right away. It's too unlucky." Salted Fish Party B complained to his companion and started to prepare the bait.
For fishing bait, you can dig earthworms yourself, or exchange the products of life skills with NPCs for cornmeal and wheat flour - this barter trading method was first discovered by the European sturgeon boss.
The two salty fish gangs are very particular about this. Their bait is a mixture of homemade locust powder and earthworm powder (which they catch, dry and grind themselves) and cornmeal exchanged from NPCs. They add water to knead it into a ball and hang it on the fishhook.
"I watched a lot of Deng Gang's videos while I was working for a job. If we do the same as Deng Gang, we will definitely come back with a lot of rewards."
Salted Fish Party A excitedly shared his experience with his friends. After they prepared the bait, they dragged out the door panel .
This door panel was stolen by two undead guys from a construction site when the northern section of Central Avenue was being renovated. It is wide and thick, so even two grown men wouldn't sink if they climbed on it, let alone two ghosts. The holes in the door lock can also be used to tie a rope and tie it to a big tree on the river bank to prevent the water from carrying them away.
As the sun sets and the sky becomes shrouded in darkness, two undead souls sitting cross-legged on a wooden board floating on the shallow water of the river beach confidently cast out their fishing rods...
On the other side, the low-rent neighborhood north of Central Avenue.
After Agent Stanford and Captain Mace arrived, the undead began to "support" these two turtle-like plot NPCs, and visited the families of those who had asked for leave, cursing them.
The first family to be visited was a family that worked as laborers in the large kitchen of the Logistics Department.
The man of the family worked as a handyman in the large kitchen of the Logistics Department. He had to take a leave to rest because he broke his legs and arms when he fell on the slippery stone road while fetching water.
The arrival of the ghost, the agent and the captain of the Night Watch almost scared the family to death. They answered questions tremblingly and watched the ghost searching their house in fear. Before they could understand why their family was targeted, they were comforted by a few words and watched the ghost leave with question marks in their minds.
The second family is also temporary workers of the Logistics Department.
The third household, the fourth household... By the fifth household, a large group of undead and the thirsty Agent Stanford and Captain Mays finally arrived downstairs where the Johnsons lived.
"This is a temporary worker for the Civil Affairs Department. The male owner's first connection with the prisoner camp was... a week ago, when he was responsible for delivering toiletries to the prisoner camp for distribution to the prisoners."
While climbing the stairs, Agent Stanford once again confirmed the information on the list.
To visit and investigate the families, one had to not only take consecutive leave, but also have an additional condition of having had any contact with the prisoner camps outside the city or the prison in the city at work or in life. Those who could not get close to these two places would have no chance of contacting the missing Master Raphael.
There are not many families that meet these two screening criteria. There are only a dozen or so households in the Central City District and the South City District. It will definitely take one night to finish the search.
"This is the last one on this block. If it's still not the last one, we'll have to go to South City." Agent Stanford turned around and said to Miaobishenghua.
"Understood." Miaobishenghua nodded, then turned to his friends and said, "The next wave is going to the South City District. Let's carry the NPCs later. They move too slowly."
Agent Stanford: “???”
Do you, a bastard ghost, take me seriously? ! I understand what you are saying! !
Because the sound insulation of the floor was relatively poor, the large group of ghosts rushing up the stairs alarmed the residents in the building. Mrs. Cooper, who lived on the third floor, opened the door and looked out curiously... She was suddenly surprised to see a large group of ghosts rushing into the corridor, and this kind lady was almost frightened to the point of screaming.
"Good night, ma'am. I'm Agent Stanford from the Sheriff's Department. We're here to visit the Johnsons." Agent Stanford spoke quickly.
Mrs. Cooper calmed down when she saw the agent among the dead. She grabbed her door with one hand and pointed to the house next door with the other: "The Johnsons live in this room, agent."
Miaobishenghua didn't understand what Mrs. Cooper was saying, but he could see that Mrs. Cooper's actions were very simple. He immediately cast an identification spell in the direction of the Johnsons' door like a veteran player.
Identification techniques can identify disguised creatures, but if the disguise is at the level of a vampire, or a living person disguised as a living person with another identity, it cannot be seen through.
Under the skillful identification technique, Citizen Johnson, who is separated from the room by the door, is still Citizen Johnson - without special marking by the online GM or Yang Qiu himself, the identified information will not be marked as a cultist.
If the man who had disguised himself as Citizen Johnson could calmly continue to play the role of Citizen Johnson, there was no doubt that this visit would not expose him.
But... the reputation of the Tarantan Undead is too great.
A large group of undead entered the staircase and walked along the corridor, making dense "click, click" sounds that clearly revealed the identity of the visitors.
When Agent Stanford revealed his identity to his neighbor Mrs. Cooper, the man lying on the bed in the inner room knew that a disaster was about to happen. He suddenly stood up, rushed to the window, and turned over to climb out.
Miaobishenghua used the identification spell and saw... on the other side of the door, there was an NPC with the green words "Citizen Johnson" on his head. He had already climbed out of the street-facing window and was climbing down the wall.
The online GM, who was watching all this with his brilliant vision, promptly changed the identification information of "Citizen Johnson" to "Suspect Johnson" in yellow font.
“——Found it!”
Miaobishenghua pointed at the door of the Johnsons' house and shouted excitedly.
Agent Stanford turned in astonishment to look at the suddenly agitated Undead Lady.
Compared to Agent Stanford's momentary hesitation, Captain Mace, who blindly trusted the undead, obviously reacted faster. He rushed over and kicked open the door of the Johnson family's house.
Just one step slower than Miao Bi Sheng Hua, he used the Identification Technique to cast the medicine for me, then activated the Wind Control Technique in a second and rushed in like the wind .
Captain Metz, who kicked the door open, didn't even have time to shout for arrest before several undead rushed over to him, quickly climbed over the window in front of him, 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, climbed to the windowsill and looked down, he found that the man climbing on the outer wall had been surrounded by several undead on both sides, and several more undead had slid downstairs and were staring upwards with a fierce look.
The floor height of the low-rent housing is very low, and the height of the third floor is less than eight meters. The height of the building exterior wall is really nothing for players who often play super parkour in the urban area.
Captain Mace, who had felt the speed of the undead up close, showed admiration on his face... The Night's Watch certainly wouldn't be afraid of such heights, but he wouldn't be so decisive in taking the risk of rushing up without hesitation to capture the cult members.
The man trapped in midair obviously knew there was no way to escape. The two arms that were holding onto the edge of the outer wall suddenly bulged with veins, and his neck, torso, and legs also suddenly swelled by more than twice their size. His head tilted back, and his face, which was twisted in agony and no longer resembled a human, faced upwards, and he roared like an ancient beast: "Roar!!"
“What the hell?!” The guy who had just pulled out the nylon cable tie from his waist to give me medicine quickly let go and slid down, “Disperse, disperse! The boss is about to transform!”
Agent Stanford, who had just rushed to the window, almost bulged his eyes out of their sockets.
In less than two seconds, the "Johnson" that was originally hanging in the air on the outer wall had been transformed into a terrifying monster with its lower limbs touching the ground...
In the northern part of the port area, "Mrs. Johnson", who was rushing northward under the cover of night, suddenly squatted down in pain, holding her head with her hands.
A dockworker returning home late saw a woman squatting on the side of the road in the alley. He hesitated before calling out, "Hi, ma'am, do you need any help?"
"Mrs. Johnson" did not look back. She stood up by holding the outer wall of the building along the street with one hand, and pressed her forehead tightly with the other hand, as if she was afraid that something would come out of her brain. She ran desperately to the north with sweat on her forehead and a fierce look in her eyes.
