Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

"Sir, open the door!"

The four of them stood behind Qin Yangming, all of them were more or less nervous, with tense faces.

Qin Yangming took a deep breath and reached out to push open the two ordinary-looking iron doors in front of him.

He walked out first, and the others looked at each other and followed.

"This is……"

The five people looked at everything in front of them in amazement, with some shock on their faces.

This is the end of a corridor, and the iron door that leads out is right behind everyone.

The ceiling light seemed to be underpowered, or perhaps malfunctioning. It was flickering and hurting the eyes.

This place seems like an underground garage with a low roof, giving people a depressing feeling.

The walls and roof were all exposed cement, as if they had just been built, and there were still many broken places that had not been repaired, giving it a run-down Syrian style.

Suddenly, a strong stench of decay penetrated everyone's nostrils, whipping their brain nerves.

"It smells so bad here!" Su Mengyuan pinched his nose with one hand and fanned himself back and forth with the other hand like a palm-leaf fan.

"You guys...are you coming from down there too?"

Suddenly, a surprised strange voice sounded.

The five people turned their heads quickly and saw a hunched, dirty little boy clinging to the wall in the corner of the corridor and secretly looking at them.

This was the first time they met other people, and Nan Guan immediately asked:

"Hello! Do you know where this place is?"

The boy was obviously frightened by the man with handcuffs on his hands. His thin body instinctively took two steps back and tried to run away.

Nan Guan then realized something and quickly waved his hands, saying, "Don't misunderstand me, I'm not a bad person..."

"But... you have handcuffs on your hands!" The boy's tone was filled with fear.

Nan Guan was speechless for a moment. He didn't know what to say to make everything clear.

"Did you guys...come up from down there too?"

The boy asked the question again. It was obvious that this question was very important.

Qin Yangming nodded with a kind smile on his face.

The boy ran away without looking back, leaving everyone confused.

"What the hell! So weird!" Su Mengyuan muttered.

After a while, everyone heard a clicking sound.

That was the sound of boots stepping heavily on the ground. Just by hearing the footsteps, they had a feeling that the person coming must be very imposing.

The sound of boots stomping on the ground became louder and louder, and finally, a tall army green figure flashed into everyone's sight.

He was a tall young man wearing a military green camouflage uniform and a pair of shiny black leather boots.

Behind him followed the little boy who had tipped off the young man, cowering behind his legs and peeking at them.

"Hello!"

The man's voice was like a loud bell, and his square face was full of seriousness.

This man was obviously a soldier. Xu Xiaobao looked at him and said anxiously, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw:

"Comrade! Do you know where this is?"

"I need to see a doctor right now! I don't feel right with my body!"

Her red eyes were full of hope, and she pulled up her sleeves, revealing her disgusting arms.

The square-faced man remained serious and was not moved by Xu Xiaobao's "illness".

"Comrade, please! I really need to see a doctor!"

"It's not just this arm, I feel like something is slowly draining away from my brain!"

"If this continues, I'm going to break down!"

Seeing that the soldier remained indifferent, Xu Xiaobao shouted hysterically.

The square-faced man frowned, as if he was annoyed by Xu Xiaobao's noise. He said seriously:

"Did you make a mistake?"

Xu Xiaobao was obviously stunned.

The man continued, "The character I play is [Soldier], but I'm not a real soldier."

"Besides, where is the doctor?"

The square-faced man joked, "There is a barefoot doctor. You can try. But her medical skills..."

The hope that had just risen in Xu Xiaobao's eyes was shattered in an instant. He felt extremely disappointed and a look of despair appeared on his face.

"You should know that your disease is not uncommon here..."

"funny……"

The square-faced man shook his head, as if mocking Xu Xiaobao's stupidity.

"Hey! Say that again!"

Mo Ying was furious and cursed at the square-faced man.

The square-faced man looked at the man with interest. He put on a friendly smile and said, "I guess your role is [Policeman]. We need to cooperate more in the future!"

"Who the hell wants to cooperate with you!" Mo Ying spat.

The square-faced man didn't care about Mo Ying's rudeness. He said:

"Your group is quite interesting. There are policemen, criminals, and a fortune teller."

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Mo Ying rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to teach this man a lesson, but was stopped by Nan Guan beside him.

Qin Yangming didn't want to waste any more time talking, so he asked directly:

"This is where?"

"It seems like every newcomer asks this question." The square-faced man looked a little annoyed.

"How do you know we just came up from down there?" Qin Yangming was a little concerned about this.

The square-faced man smiled and said, "In this damn place, we haven't seen anyone else except unlucky people like us."

"Okay, follow me."

He didn't want to waste any more time, so he turned around and left. The dirty little boy quickly followed him, looking back every few steps.

Qin Yangming and four other people followed the square-faced man out of the corridor, and a more spacious space appeared in front of them.

This place really seems to be built according to the structure of an underground parking lot. The roofs are very low, making people feel stuffy in the chest, as if it is difficult to breathe.

There were spider-web-like cracks on the walls, garbage was everywhere, mixed with rotten meat and bones, and the disgusting smell was enough to make people faint.

They passed some rooms along the way. One of the larger ones seemed to be a supermarket, filled with shelves, while some rooms had no apparent purpose.

But they all have one thing in common: these rooms have no doors or windows.

This entire floor seemed to have no door, no window, and no stairs going up, just like an extra-large secret room.

They met many people along the way, who were looking at them unscrupulously, and some even had greed in their eyes.

"Good Samaritan, please do me a favor!"

Suddenly, a beggar lying on the side of the road begged from them, holding up a broken bowl.

The five people just glanced at the beggar and did not stop.

A piece of rag covered the lower half of his curled up body. It seemed that there was something wrong with his legs and he looked miserable.

"There are still beggars here?" Nan Guan asked in confusion.

"Of course not. That person's [Sequence] is [Beggar]."

Everyone was shocked.

Qin Yangming noticed the word "sequence".

"Then what does he want?" Nan Guan asked. It can't be money.

"You get what you are given. Does a beggar have the right to choose?"

"It's okay if you kick him twice and spit on his face. He will thank you!" the square-faced man said jokingly.

"How could it be..." Xu Xiaobao said in disbelief.

"Tsk, how could that be? Just go and lift up the rag covering his legs and you'll know!" said the square-faced man nonchalantly.

As they walked, the crowd looked back and saw that a piece of the rag covering the beggar's legs was inadvertently exposed. From a distance, they saw that the legs did not seem to be human.

"What...what the hell is that?" Su Mengyuan was frightened and asked in surprise.

"Humph, you will know sooner or later."

"Besides, one of you is about to end up like that beggar!"

Guozi face said.

Everyone looked at Xu Xiaobao, who was terrified.

"Whether you like it or not, this is the reality. We're here!" The square-faced man led everyone to the door of a room where several people were sitting inside.

The square-faced man walked in and sat down on the sofa. The dirty little boy followed him in and turned to look at the five people standing outside the door.

"Come in, what are you standing there for!" the square-faced man urged.

Qin Yangming and his four companions then walked in, only to see that there were three other people in the room besides the square-faced man and the little boy.

A woman was lying on the ground and sleeping. Her whole body was covered with dirt and her hair was tangled. Even without getting close to her, you could smell a sour odor from her.

A man wearing glasses and a suit and shirt but no tie sat upright on the sofa, his straight back always keeping a certain distance from the sofa backrest.

There was also a woman wearing a jungle hat, carrying a crossbow on her back, with a few small arrows in her quiver, and her eyes were bright.

"Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Wu Yi, my sequence is [Soldier], and these are my companions."

"I called you here for only one reason, and that is to have you join us."

"After all, there is strength in numbers, and the chances of survival are greater."

Qin Yangming and the other three did not speak. Instead, Xu Xiaobao asked anxiously:

"Do you have any way to cure my illness?"

Wu Yi said: "Even if it is true, why should I tell you? You are not my companion."

The man in a suit jacket, sitting upright, suddenly said, "I think it would be better to tell them a little bit. This will also show our sincerity, right?"

Wu Yi snorted and said unceremoniously: "Lao Gao, I see you are anxious to perform again, aren't Tongtong enough for you?"

Lao Gao remained calm and said, "I am just trying to show our sincerity."

Wu Yi's voice rose another octave, and he said, "Don't mess up my overall situation!"

Lao Gao pushed his glasses and said, "Lao Wu, this is not fair. One of the ladies has already shown symptoms. If we don't tell them, it may be too late!"

As he spoke, he turned his eyes to look at the five people standing there, and said with a warm smile on his face:

"Isn't that right, fortune teller?"

Qin Yangming said nothing, just watched the two men quietly, one playing the villain and the other playing the hero.

Instead, it was Xu Xiaobao who spoke first: "Yes! I really beg you, I feel like I won't be myself anymore if I continue like this!"

Seeing that it worked, Lao Gao ignored Wu Yi who was sitting on the side with a sullen face and said to Qin Yangming and others:

"Do you know where this is?"

Qin Yangming actually had some thoughts in his mind, but he wanted to verify it further, so he didn't say anything.

Seeing that no one could answer him, Lao Gao became even more interested. He simply stood up and pulled a writing board in front of everyone.

You can see a tower drawn on it, with nine floors.

Nan Guan thought of something and said, "Could this be the Tower of Babel?"

Lao Gao looked at Nan Guan in surprise and asked, "What Babel Tower?"

Nan Guan stopped talking, and Lao Gao continued, "I don't know what the Tower of Babel you are talking about is, but this is indeed a tower, and it has nine floors."

“And we are on the first level.”

"Everyone here is just like you. They woke up in a room that matches their identity, got their own character card, and embarked on the path of Sequence."

"Sequence? What is that?" Su Mengyuan asked proactively.

Lao Gao smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "This question is too profound. We don't know the answer either."

"We only know that every role we play now is actually the beginning of a sequence."

“No one knows where this sequence will go in the future or what it will become.”

"But more people will go crazy halfway through and turn into monsters that are neither human nor ghost."

"I heard someone say that we are like a small boat on a rough sea, being tossed by the waves here and there."

“As long as you don’t reach the final shore, being knocked down is almost inevitable.”

The sequential approach is like rowing against the current; if you don’t move forward, you will die.