Chapter 42: Evil God (IV)
At this moment, everyone's cell phones dinged at the same time, reminding everyone that there was a message.
Qiao Yuan lowered his head, and a message jumped into his eyes: [Welcome everyone to join my game]
[From now on, your life and survival will be measured with a new unit of life value]
The black avatar, with no name, is ranked first in the member list and should be the group owner.
At the same time, the students around them also saw the message, and questioning voices rose one after another: "Games? Are you crazy?!"
"You're still using new units to measure things. Who do you think you are? My fate is in my own hands, understand?"
"You don't want to participate in the game at all, okay? Why are you talking to yourself? How do I quit the group?"
"If there are no teachers and principals, wouldn't the school team building group be..."
"I'm open-minded. Could it be that the principal created the group?"
"What life points? Are you playing a game?"
"Hey, you can send messages now. Let me send a voice message. You idiot, if you are sick, go get treatment..."
"I posted it too, hahahaha, we are brothers or sisters. If you were a student of this school, wouldn't you be afraid of being expelled?"
"Wait, let me tell you what the game is. I'm really curious..."
"What can you do to me if I don't participate in the game?"
"Is it fun to play tricks on people? I am Zhang Zhicheng from Class 3 of the XX major. I won't participate in the game. If you have the guts, kill me offline!"
Qiao Yuan stared at the screen of her mobile phone. If Song Yanchi hadn't started typing at all, she would have thought that the black avatar was the other person.
After the black avatar spoke, everyone also discovered that they could speak, and the chat group became lively for a while. Often, a message would be quickly pushed to the top and drowned in a group of messages. Even though Qiao Yuan's reading speed was already 20 lines at a glance, he could not catch up with everyone's enthusiasm for sending messages. The messages could only be roughly divided into three categories: cursing the group owner, thinking that the group owner was sick, and being curious about what the game was. There were even voice messages mixed in.
After discovering that their names and avatars were anonymized in the group, with only Ant XXX and a uniform black avatar displayed, everyone completely let themselves go, and some people even started singing in the group.
Qiao Yuan's eyes were already a little sore from seeing too much. Just when she wanted to raise her head to rest, she suddenly heard a "ding" sound.
The sound was actually not that loud, but when all the mobile phones made this sound together, it was like a short symphony, plunging the atmosphere into a brief and eerie silence.
New information is coming.
Qiao Yuan lowered his head again. Sure enough, the black avatar sent another message. This time, there was only one word: [Noisy]
Quarrel?
She had a bad feeling in her heart.
The next second, a loud "bang" explosion sounded. Because it was not far from Qiao Yuan and Song Yanchi, the sound seemed to break their eardrums.
Qiao Yuan and Song Yanchi both turned their heads to look over, their pupils shrinking suddenly.
The screaming girl was originally wearing a white dress, but now it was splattered with blood. Her face looked even more miserable, with red and white things that looked like minced meat falling on her face. After realizing that the blood might flow into her mouth, she could only close her lips tightly and stare in horror at her boyfriend who was standing next to her.
Her boyfriend was still standing there looking at his phone, but his head had disappeared, leaving only his blood-red neck exposed.
And judging from what was on the girl's face, her boyfriend's head seemed to have exploded suddenly.
Qiao Yuan remembered that this boy was the one who was most enthusiastic in shouting not to play games. Because he shouted so loudly, she took a look at him at the time and was deeply impressed.
The people around were obviously stunned. Such a weird scene was far beyond the endurance of some people.
Some people fainted, some started screaming, and some fumbled for their phones tremblingly: "Quick...quickly call an ambulance, no, call the police..."
"Why is there no signal? Then how did we receive the message?!"
However, this was obviously just the beginning. Immediately afterwards, explosions rang out in the crowd, screams rang out one after another, and some people fled in all directions. Qiao Yuan subconsciously stood next to Song Yanchi, using his tall figure as a cover to avoid being squeezed down by the crowd.
In the places where there were originally dense crowds, there were dozens of headless corpses. Some of them were still turned around, as if talking to the people next to them, completely unaware that their lives had been frozen at that moment.
With a "ding" sound, the message alert sound rang again, but this time it was like a death knell.
Qiao Yuan looked at the phone screen, and this time the message was:
【Who else】
Many people should have seen this message, because after it was posted, there were many replies:
——Did you kill him? Who are you?
——Why, how did you do it, did you tie a bomb to them?
- I will call the police
——You killed my friend, I won't forgive you
——Please let me go
…
Qiao Yuan and Song Yanchi looked at each other and both knew that this was not something that could be accomplished by tying a bomb.
But others don't think so.
I don’t know if it was out of panic or self-deception, but everyone obviously regarded the group owner who made the speech as a terrorist. Some people in the crowd shouted for everyone to run out of the school quickly, but soon he also fell to the ground.
Some fast runners have already reached the school gate. Strangely, the security booth at the gate is empty, but they can't care less.
The moment he stepped out, joy appeared on his face: "Run out..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
The moment he stepped out of the door, he suddenly cried out "It's so hot", and then his whole body suddenly vaporized.
This time everyone saw clearly that there was nothing on the threshold, and the man's vaporization took only a moment, leaving nothing behind.
This is beyond the scope of what humans can do.
There was a "ding" sound. When someone heard this sound, his body trembled noticeably, but he still lowered his head reflexively.
[No leaving the school during the game]
When everyone saw this, they finally realized that this was not a joke, nor was it a terrorist encounter.
The other party mentioned the game again and again without giving them a chance to quit.
Qiao Yuan's eyes fell on the number of people in the group chat. In less than twenty minutes,
Faced with the overwhelming voices in the group expressing their willingness to participate in the game, the other party obviously realized that everyone had finally accepted their fate and sent messages slowly.
According to the other party, in the following period of time, the lives and daily expenses of everyone present must be purchased with life points, 50 life points are required each day, and zero points will be deducted.
If the zero health value is less than 50, they are declared dead and the basic health value has been sent to their mobile phone.
As if to verify the other party's words, the blood-red WeChat page suddenly disappeared. Before others could breathe a sigh of relief, they found that the mobile phone page that was originally loaded with many apps now only had three apps left: WeChat, Mall, and Life Points.
Just as Qiao Yuan was about to open her health bar, she discovered that it had automatically jumped. She subconsciously covered it with her hand, not wanting anyone to see her phone screen.
The number displayed on the screen at this time is 150 health points.
After Song Yanchi looked at his own number, he looked at Qiao Yuan: "You are also one..."
Before he could finish his words, Qiao Yuan covered his mouth.
The cold body temperature touching his lips made Song Yanchi's pupils tremble slightly.
He came to his senses and was about to ask Qiao Yuan to let go, but he found that he was listening carefully to the discussion of the people around him: "100 health points, doesn't that mean you can only live for two days?"
"No, according to that... our food and water will cost us additional life points. A bottle of water and a pack of biscuits will cost us 50 life points..."
"So expensive? Robbery?! Go to the cafeteria and check. I don't believe there's anything..."
"Do I only have two days to live..."
Song Yanchi realized something and suddenly looked at Qiao Yuan.
The basic health of other people is only 100?
Qiao Yuan knew that Song Yanchi understood what he meant, so he let go of his hand.
They don’t know the group owner, and given his personality, it’s impossible for him to give them special treatment.
As for the preferential treatment of the copy, that is even more impossible, as the system cannot be contacted until now.
Then there is only one reason left...
Song Yanchi quickly thought of something, moved closer to Qiao Yuan, and then lowered his head and said, "So it has something to do with the ghost we killed before?"
After thinking about it, there is only this one possibility left, which is the difference between them and these students.
Qiao Yuan nodded. She thought the same thing as Song Yanchi.
In the group, the group owner has spoken again, telling everyone that health points can be obtained in subsequent tasks or from other people.
Via a mobile phone, lives can be transferred directly to another person.
The last sentence was certainly not a warm reminder, Qiao Yuan and Song Yanchi could both hear the provocation in it. After all, when it comes to life, few people are willing to give up their lives, so they can only take other measures.
Group leader: [Until someone finds me, the game is over]
I am among you
The other party ignored the questions that came one after another like a tide, and said that he would announce the task in a while and then said nothing more.
Song Yanchi: "Looking for it among more than 6,000 people..."
Even if there was enough time, it would be a bit difficult, not to mention that they didn't have enough time... or life points.
So this is their mission for this copy?
The same thought occurred to Qiao Yuan.
At this moment, a familiar mechanical voice sounded in the ears of both of them:
He Descends into the Sea of People
[He loves chaos, strife, and blood, and treats the world as a playground]
【Copy: ???】
[Type: Multiplayer Instance]
[Mission: Please find out His identity as a human being before the pollution level exceeds 80%]
[Due to the special nature of the dungeon, each player is given two chances to answer the question]
[Players are prohibited from killing each other. Violators will be killed. If the pollution level exceeds 80%, they will be permanently left in the dungeon.]
Qiao Yuan: "System, where did you go before? Do you know how worried I am about you..."
In reality, it’s okay if the system becomes unresponsive or even dies, after all, she can just leave the game. But in the copy, the system runs away, and Qiao Yuan is as worried as the other party’s biological mother.
The system didn't know that it had died once in Qiao Yuan's heart: [Thank you for your concern, because the copy is special, it took some time to connect with you. ]
[Your pollution level is 10%]
Qiao Yuan: “No need…10%?!”
She did not miss what the system had just said. If the pollution level exceeded 80%, she would still be unable to escape from the dungeon. "What is the pollution level? I haven't done anything yet..."
However, the system's response was still that Qiao Yuan's pollution level had reached 10%.
She did nothing but hold her phone. Was she looking at it?
However, the system can only check the pollution level of the bound player, but not that of others, otherwise Qiao Yuan could verify it through the students next to him.
Qiao Yuan quickly looked at Song Yanchi. Song Yanchi's expression was solemn, and it was obvious that the other party had also heard a similar answer.
Song Yanchi frowned, "The degree of pollution... I don't know if other players have it."
After hearing what the system said, they both realized that there were other players among the more than 6,000 people, and the number was unknown. Of course, if they were all people with Zhou Lian's personality, it would be better to miss them than to meet them, and some people didn't need to meet.
The current situation is more complicated than Song Yanchi had imagined. He needs to obtain enough life points to have time to find the opponent. However, based on the character shown by the opponent, the so-called game naturally cannot be so simple and gentle.
At this point, the two decided to find a place to rest and have a meal.
Since appearing here, the two of them have been working almost non-stop, with little time to rest.
They first went to the cafeteria according to the school map. Although they heard what the group leader said, they still needed to verify it.
Before entering the cafeteria, the two noticed that it was crowded with people, and some people were shouting in despair why even the food had disappeared.
Qiao Yuan and Song Yanchi looked at each other and did not go in. Instead, they turned a corner and found a quiet place to buy food in the mall.
Perhaps it was because they finally reacted. As they walked along, they saw many people who looked devastated, some hugging each other to comfort each other, some jumping up and down in anger, and there were also bodies lying on the ground that no one dared to touch. The originally peaceful campus had been completely torn apart.
In the end, the two chose the back door of the laboratory building, which was quiet and not crowded.
The mall has a wide range of items, including food, bows and crossbows, pistols/guns, and of course, the corresponding health points are also frighteningly high, with the worst being in three digits, which can buy their lives in every sense.
For the first time, Song Yanchi experienced what it felt like to be penniless, and ultimately chose cheap mineral water and biscuits, though this still cost him 50 health points.
Qiao Yuan also chose this.
The moment their health points were deducted, food appeared in front of them.
Although Song Yanchi had experienced several copies, this was the first time he saw these, and he was inevitably a little surprised. After picking up his own copy, he found that Qiao Yuan beside him did not move.
When I turned around, I saw Qiao Yuan still holding the phone, but it had jumped back to the WeChat page.
Song Yanchi:?
Song Yanchi: "Are you still reading the message sent by the group owner?"
Qiao Yuan: "No, we are too poor."
Song Yanchi: "Wait for the next task..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Qiao Yuan directly click on the group owner's avatar, and then the add page popped up.
