Chapter 84 Death Outside the Window
After Jimmy fainted.
Under the shadow of the tree, more skeletons walked out one after another...
The skeletons surrounded Jimi, who was lying on the ground in a swastika shape, and looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Why did he fall down before I even made a move? Is he trying to scam me?" The guy with the back of his head asked in confusion.
"If he can foam at the mouth while trying to scam someone, this NPC has some great acting skills." A nearby player complained, "I should have known that you were standing in a bad position. You would definitely be spotted by the sentry, but he kept making gestures to you and you didn't move."
"Eh? I didn't see it?"
"That's nonsense. It's impossible for him to see you through the tree."
"Shh! Shh! What about this secret operation? Can you guys be a little nervous?"
"Why are you so nervous? This sentinel is acting cute. It's already good enough that I didn't laugh out loud."
Entropy was about to stop these people from chattering, but was suddenly stunned when he heard this.
Miaobishenghua, who was standing next to her, also let out an "ah" and clapped his hands with his fist.
Ji Tang squatted down to check on the unconscious sentry, making sure his breathing and pulse were normal. He looked up and before he could speak, he saw the two brainy girls who had planned the night raid flirting with each other crazily...
"Master Ji, was the sentry really frightened and fainted?" Miaobishenghua spoke up immediately when he saw Ji Tang finished the inspection.
"He is indeed fainted." Ji Tang said as he took out two nylon restraints and put them on Jimmy's hands and feet.
There were quite a few of these convenient and useful binding tools (…) in the tricycles they rode. I wonder if Lord Yang had no good intentions when he put these things in the supply vehicle…
"Sister Huahua, look?" Enbuseng's breathing was a little heavy.
"I think it's feasible too." Miaobishenghua nodded vigorously.
"Speak Mandarin! Standard Mandarin!" Brother Lahong couldn't stand it anymore and raised his hand in protest.
"Let me tell you." Miaobishenghua nodded to Enbuteng, "There might be another solution to this siege mission, a solution that can greatly reduce the probability of us being sent back to the Exile Town."
The players around him immediately stopped chattering and all quieted down to listen...
Ten minutes later, the 226 players gathered in front of the town gate were divided into 25 teams and sneaked into the city one by one.
These players, who were in teams of 91 or more, did not start fighting openly after entering the city. Instead, they sneaked into the alleys in small teams and quietly moved to the brothels, town halls, police stations, militia headquarters and other strategic locations on the main streets of the town...
The town has a permanent population of 6,000 and a floating population (including pleasure seekers) of about 4,000. It is not big, but it is not small either. However, the players who come to Westram for the first time seem to be extremely familiar with the terrain and move around without any hindrance.
The ability to move so freely was largely due to the "stealth investigation" six hours into the game - while Miaobishenghua was strolling around the main street of the town wearing the deception orb that gave me medicine, there were actually two other players who were actually tasked with spying and sneaked into the city.
Brother Lahong, Qin Guan, Miaobishenghua, Enbuteng, Ji Tang, these first-rate bosses still have great prestige in the player community. It is not difficult for them to borrow the two fraud orbs that were originally auctioned off by RMB players.
While Westham's militia and the thugs of the brothel owners were all focused on his brilliant writing, the two players who volunteered to be spies ran through all the streets and alleys of the town without any pressure and memorized all the landmark buildings - this town was really too small, not even as big as a district in a third-tier city in China. People with a strong sense of direction could recognize all the roads after running through it once.
In short... thanks to the players' cool operations, even before the battle started, Westram's terrain intelligence had already been one-way transparent to the players.
Of course, Miaobishenghua's stroll back and forth on the main road in the town was not in vain. She used her identification skills all the way and almost got a rough idea of the strength of the militia and the brothel thugs...
Ji Tang, Yang Ying, Tang Jia, Give Me Medicine, Entropy Does Not Increase, Miao Bi Sheng Hua, Addicted to Learning, Only Hard Work Can Win, etc., form an assault team with eleven players with strong combat effectiveness. Their target is the militia headquarters which is listed as the first-class land after being personally identified by Miao Bi Sheng Hua.
"From what I've seen, the militia here is between level one and level two. Their equipment level is similar to that of the nobles' private soldiers we encountered before, but their combat effectiveness is slightly stronger than those private soldiers. There is not a single level two among those private soldiers."
Everyone moved along the wall, and Miaobi Shenghua took the last moment to remind everyone of the key points of the operation: "This militia headquarters is not far from the main road in the town. You can see it when you walk along the road. It is a four-story building. I counted the number of windows and estimated that there are more than 20 rooms. It is likely to be used as a militia dormitory. First control the militia in the dormitory. The ones patrolling outside are just stragglers."
"Well... we didn't move the militia on duty at the town gate. Will there be any problem?" said Only those who love to fight can win.
"If the guy who sleeps in is gone, the militiamen patrolling outside the city wall will be more likely to discover the problem faster." En Bu Zeng said.
"Okay, then there is another problem. The militia captain is a level 2 NPC, right? What if the militia captain does not live in the dormitory?" Only hard work can win said again.
"Why are you so nosy? If you're not here, then you're not here. How can a small NPC boss cause such a big fuss?" He turned back unhappily after giving me the medicine.
Only those who work hard can succeed. He looked at me giving him medicine and said nothing.
"There's nothing we can do. We don't speak the same language. Even with the Orb of Deception, we still can't communicate. We can't ask where the militia captain lives." Miaobishenghua glared at me and explained in a good-natured way, "Anyway, let's just treat today as a trial run. Even if it doesn't work, it's okay. We can just spend more time and come back from Exile Town to try again. How can we cut down trees without a trial run?"
Only hard work can lead to success. He nodded and accepted the explanation.
After walking around the alley twice, the assault team saw the militia headquarters building that stood out from the crowd.
There was a sentry post at the gate, but no one was there. There were electric wires and lights in the yard, but the lights were not on.
How could the players refuse such a generous welcome? They climbed over the iron gate and rushed into the yard without any hesitation.
There was a hall on the first floor facing the courtyard gate with lights on. Ji Tang made a hushing gesture to the players, tiptoed up the stairs, and looked inside through the gap of the half-open door.
The hall, lit with several lanterns, was filled with smoke and foul smells. At least twenty militiamen were drinking, playing cards, or sleeping soundly on the sofa behind the card table.
Ji Tang quietly stepped down the stairs and returned to the players: "There are people inside, quite a few, about twenty."
"Let's try this group of people first." Miaobishenghua said this and took off his equipment on the spot...
"Wait a minute." En Buzeng said, "I don't think a naked skeleton is scary enough. Why don't I put on some clothes that these people are more familiar with?"
"That makes sense." Miaobishenghua looked around and waved his bone claws.
The eleven-man assault team bypassed the building and ran into the backyard, quickly pulling the militia uniforms from the clothes drying rack...
Not only did he tear someone's clothes, but he was also very serious and detail-oriented, and he even grabbed the clean uniform and rubbed a lot of mud on the ground...
The militia uniforms were so empty to the skeletons that they didn't even have to take off their equipment and could just wear them directly inside. After putting on the full set of uniforms, the players went back to the front yard and stood in front of the hall.
Even so, En Bu Zeng still felt that the details were not enough, so he raised his hand and pointed at the window: "Ghosts should not go through the door, what do you think?"
Everyone: “…”
"Qingyue, you have a terrible talent. I'm beginning to sympathize with the NPCs in it." Tang Jia complained in a complicated tone.
"Go ahead." En Bu Zeng acted as if he didn't hear the complaints. "Let's squat under the windowsill, and only one person knocks on the window glass. When the people inside notice, we can gradually increase the force. When the rhythm is about right, the squatters stand up one by one and smash the window together. Just like in a horror movie, we can create scares step by step. I think this should be more effective than jumping in directly."
Miaobishenghua agreed: "Qingyue is right, that's the way it should be. It's better to increase the fear gradually. If you reach the threshold right away, it won't be that scary later."
Everyone: “…”
Give Me Medicine couldn't help but complain: "I think, why not go offline and ask the administrator to make a suggestion and ask the administrator to temporarily add a horror sound effect, and the BGM will play when we appear, so as to create as much atmosphere as possible."
Entropy does not increase & Miao Bi Sheng Hua ignored him completely, took the lead, crouched under the window, and waved at the people standing there.
The players traveled more than 20 kilometers along a mountain road before starting the night raid, and practiced gathering and killing monsters for more than six hours while waiting for the game to enter the night. Not a single skeleton was clean; and they put on baggy uniforms that were deliberately covered in mud. At first glance, they really looked like ghosts that had just crawled out of a grave.
When things get bad, it can be really bad. Entropy does not increase. It fired the first shot. She did not show her head, but raised her hand and tapped the window glass lightly with her finger bones.
The house was very noisy, and the drunk militiamen who were playing cards and swearing would definitely not be able to hear such a slight sound.
The entropy did not increase nor was it urgent. He tapped it patiently a few times before increasing the force.
When the rhythmic and gradually increasing knocking on the glass reached more than a dozen times, a militiaman who had not drunk too much seemed to have heard something, stopped talking to his friend, and looked around blankly.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Militiaman B, who was talking to him, was unhappy with his absent-minded look and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Strange, I seemed to hear some sound? Didn't you hear it?" said the relatively sober militiaman A.
"Oh? What do you mean, a woman's moan? If you want a woman, go to the street. When has Westram ever lacked this!" Militiaman B who was talking to him laughed wildly.
"No, no..." Militiaman A shook his head and wanted to say something. His expression changed slightly again. "Hey, man, listen. The sound is getting louder."
"I just heard Sam fart, hahahaha!"
Militiaman A shook his head again, not counting on this drunkard, and stood up on his own.
The rhythmic "knock, knock" sound became louder and louder. Militiaman A always felt that the sound seemed very familiar, but he had also been drinking and could not remember it for a while.
Militiaman A tried hard to look around with his drunken eyes open, and when his peripheral vision swept past the window...suddenly his pupils shrank.
The glass windows used in the militia headquarters were just ordinary flat glass, which had bubbles, was impure, and not smooth enough, so people or objects seen through the glass would appear distorted.
But even after changing shape, Militiaman A could clearly see... a white, grim skeleton claw clinging to the windowsill, knocking on the window again and again...
"Ah!" Militiaman A let out a short scream and fell back onto the sofa.
The scream was like a signal for action. The bone claw, which was originally just knocking, slammed heavily on the window frame with its entire palm. The owner of the bone claw, a skeleton wearing a militia uniform and covered in mud, also "floated" up from under the windowsill.
"Ah! Ahhhh!" Militiaman A suddenly jumped up from the sofa, went around the back of the sofa, grabbed Militiaman B's shoulders and shook him hard, and poked him towards the window.
"Fuck, what are you crazy about?" Militiaman B had drunk a lot of the alcohol and yelled at Militiaman A in annoyance, then looked towards the window impatiently.
Outside the window, there stood a skeleton.
The skeleton was wearing their uniform and was covered in mud and dirt. One of its bony claws was lying on the windowsill, and the other was beating the window frame.
"Ah--!!" Militiaman B screamed much more miserably than Militiaman A, and the wine glass fell to the ground and shattered.
The two of them made such a big noise that even a dead teammate in the room would have noticed it. Those who were drunk or playing cards stopped what they were doing and looked at them in confusion, annoyance and anger.
Militiamen AB pointed in the direction of the window at the same time in unison, their lips trembling for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.
The drunkards and gamblers who were cursing all turned their heads to look at the window...
The scolding suddenly stopped.
This bunch of gamblers/drunkards who had forgotten everything in their gambling/drinking were staring blankly towards the window, their eyes wide open and their mouths opening wider and wider.
Before these guys, who were tortured by staying up late and drinking too much, could react, a second skeleton appeared outside the window, and then a third and a fourth...
In just a few seconds, more than a dozen skeletons appeared and blocked the one and a half meter wide window tightly, leaving no room for any air to get in.
These skeletons, covered in mud and looking like they had just crawled out of a grave, crowded in front of the window, staring numbly at the people inside with their black eye sockets, and countless bony claws beat the window frame in unison and rhythmically.
“Aaaaaa——!!”
“Oh my god——!”
"Ms. Gold! What the hell is this?!"
The militiamen were going crazy, screaming one after another...
The group of skeletons outside seemed to become more excited. The banging turned into smashing, and the window frame was shaking constantly.
If the players suddenly broke in through the window, these militiamen who were used to running rampant in the town would probably get hot-headed and pick up their weapons to fight.
But the players just crowded outside the window and banged on it to create surprise. There was only panic but no imminent threat to life, so the militia did not have the courage to resist...
Not only did they not have the courage to confront the players head-on, but when they saw the windows shaking and teetering from being banged on by the players, some "smart people" even thought of running away and letting others take the blame...
A few people who were close to the corridor took the lead in running away. The militiamen, who had no fighting spirit to begin with, were even more vulnerable. They all screamed and rushed to the corridor...
There was no suspense about what would happen next. The players, whose speed was no less than that of professional players, happily smashed the windows and jumped into the room, and went up the corridors and stairs one floor at a time to capture people from room to room like catching chickens. Not only did the militiamen who were on duty but were collectively lazy not escape, but also the militiamen on their rest day who were sleeping in the dormitory upstairs were not spared - as panic spread, no matter how many people there were, it would be useless if they could not form an effective resistance.
In less than half an hour, all 141 militiamen remaining at the militia headquarters were wiped out.
Militia Captain Cardo Gold did not go home tonight.
His wife was taking care of two children who were attending a private college in Innadri, so there were only three elderly people at home. In addition, given Gold's social status in Westham, no one ever asked him whether he had an extramarital affair or stayed out all night.
As usual, Captain Gold, who finished work and rested in the second half of the night, came to a club called "Lover" to meet his current lover, and stayed overnight after some tenderness.
Whether it is female or male prostitutes on the street, few of them are engaged in the flesh trade voluntarily. But since the reality cannot be changed, people have to find some reasons to fool themselves and keep themselves alive.
Gold's lover, Ms. Shirley, is one of those who survives in this self-deceiving way. She tries to convince herself that the brief novelty of the pleasure seekers is also a kind of love. She tries hard to convince herself that even the tenderness and pretended admiration given by the pleasure seekers will make her more valuable than others.
Under this kind of self-brainwashing of finding joy in misery, Ms. Shirley tried her best to prolong the guests' "love period" for her. Whenever Captain Gold came to stay overnight with her, she was always as happy as if she were a legal wife welcoming her husband.
It’s just…people cannot live in lies all their lives. Even in the false world they have carefully created, they will instinctively question and torture themselves from the depths of their souls.
It was still eerily dark when Ms. Shirley woke from her nightmare.
She lay on the bed shivering uncontrollably for a while. When she recovered a little, she carefully removed Gold's arm, got out of bed quietly, and walked to the window barefoot.
Ms. Shirley was no longer young and could not compete with those teenage girls. Her room was further back and her window looked out onto a dark alley instead of the bright street scene of a few years ago.
She folded her arms, leaned against the window, and stared out blankly.
People like her, of course, have long lost their extravagant hopes for the future. Or rather... most of the people on this street can only rely on repeatedly chewing on the short happy years they once experienced as spiritual nourishment.
Of course, such a life would be tiring.
Every time she wakes up from a nightmare like this, Ms. Shirley thinks about death.
When will she be free?
She couldn't wait any longer...
Ms. Shirley was staring blankly out the window when she suddenly saw the image of the Grim Reaper appear outside the window.
The skeleton Grim Reaper in a white robe was lying on her windowsill with a steel knife in his hand, staring at her through the glass window.
Ms. Shirley looked at the Skeleton Grim Reaper quietly, and the Skeleton Grim Reaper also looked at her quietly.
After a few seconds, Ms. Shirley was sure that the skeleton of death outside the window was not an illusion... and tears fell instantly.
"...You are finally here." The extremely tired lady, with tears in her eyes, smiled with relief, opened the window, and stretched out her hands as if she was afraid that the god of death would regret it.
The Grim Reaper who was silently watching her from the window…tipped his head.
Then... the Grim Reaper seemed to open his bone claws uncertainly and tentatively, and grabbed Ms. Shirley's hand.
Ms. Shirley leaned forward tremblingly, put her face to the cold bone claws of the god of death, and murmured beggingly: "Please take me, please, please take me..."
grim Reaper:"……"
The player inexplicably held the female NPC's shoulders, gently pushed her away, nimbly jumped into the window, and found the male NPC lying on the bed. His eyes immediately lit up, and he rushed over like a hungry tiger, lifted the quilt, put on a nylon restraint belt for each hand and foot, and skillfully stuffed the underwear thrown beside the bed into the NPC's mouth.
Before Ms. Shirley, who was pushed away by the Grim Reaper, could react, Captain Cardo Gold had already dealt with her.
Another player climbed in from the window, looked at the civilian NPC standing next to him in a daze, and said to the player who came in first, "What's wrong with this woman? Don't you want to tie her up?"
"I don't know, but this NPC seems to be on our side. She opened the window." The player who came in first said, "Come and help first. This NPC is level 2. We need to control it first."
"become."
The two players worked together to lift Captain Gold, who had woken up and was struggling desperately, off the bed, wrapped him in a sheet to restrict his mobility, and then stuffed him under the bed...
Throughout the whole process, Ms. Shirley remained stunned.
The two "Skeleton Death Gods" stuffed Captain Gold under the bed and began to divide up Captain Gold's personal belongings.
"Damn, this sword this NPC is using is awesome. It has such a high physical attack, it's comparable to an excellent grade one!"
"Fuck, the resale price of this ring is fifty copper coins?! I'm going to make a fortune!"
"Hahaha, I made up for what I lost just now!"
After putting the loot that could be identified as valuable on their bodies, the two skeletons opened the door and left on their own...
When Ms. Shirley saw them about to leave, she suddenly came to her senses and hurriedly stumbled after them.
The two skeletons walked around in the corridor, found the stairs and went down to the first floor. They worked together to open the door of the club and let six or seven skeletons in.
Ms. Shirley, standing at the stairs, was stunned again.
Although the skeletons that entered the club noticed Ms. Shirley, they were not interested in her (civilians without equipment and no intention to attack had no sense of existence in the eyes of players). They rushed into each room in groups of three or two, and captured all the guests who stayed overnight, the shop assistants who slept in the employee lounge at the back, and even the boss who slept in the office. They tied them up, gagged them, and hid them away for a one-stop service...
After going through the entire "Lover" Club, the group of skeletons left without any reluctance, and did not pay any attention to the waitresses who were awakened and were screaming or trembling with fear.
Ms. Shirley followed the skeletons in a daze the whole time, watching them tie up people and raid everywhere, completely unable to understand what was going on.
When the skeletons left, she chased them to the door and saw... the skeletons all ran to the wall of the strip show next door. The skeleton that she had mistaken for the god of death took a white sheet and wrapped it around himself, and began to climb over the wall nimbly.
Not long after, a howling voice that seemed to be from a night watchman was heard from inside the wall: "Ghost! Aa ...
Ms. Shirley: “…”
She also saw... under the streetlight across the street, another group of skeletons were entering and exiting the door of a club...
Ms. Shirley silently fell back into the "Lover" Club.
The twenty or so waitresses in the store were terrified and gathered in the hall, not daring to go out or return to their rooms. When they saw Ms. Shirley, who was brave enough to follow the skeletons, coming back, they all looked at her tremblingly.
Ms. Shirley took a deep breath…
"Don't just stand there! Gather all the valuables you can see and hide them! We want the things the skeletons don't want!"
