immortal game

The little boy downstairs was still running, but he had already put on a vest and black shorts, and the humming in his mouth became: "Under the banyan tree by the pond, Cicada is calling Xia Tian—"

Chen Mo saw the note that fell on the ground in spring, it was a piece of turquoise note paper, with a faint fragrance of tea leaves:

Thank you for helping me choose clothes (smiley face).

My time is too short, so I don't know much, and I can't help you, but you can ask the cricket, he has been here all the time, he knows a lot, maybe he will know that x.

It seems that the saying that crickets don't know the age is not suitable for this Muxi Street.

Chen Mo looked down at the old banyan tree that had replaced the kapok.

"Excuse me, do you know x?" Chen Mo was very mobile, and without much delay, he walked to the old banyan tree and asked with his head raised.His expression is serious and serious, which is more solemn against that angular face.

After all, many unreasonable things have happened in this Muxi Street, and he wouldn't be surprised if he knew that he could talk.

Cicada: "Squeak——————"

Chen Mo slowed down and asked again.

Cicada: "Squeak——————"

"Mom, look quickly, the brother who gave me the cotton candy is so stupid, he's actually talking to Cicada." The little boy ran to Chen Mo, and looked at Chen Mo in shock.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense."

Chen Mo: "..."

It seems that the goodwill established with Xiao Nan earlier is enough for the lively and mischievous Xiao Nan to strike up a conversation with Chen Mo.

Chen Mo: "Excuse me, do you know about crickets?"

"I don't know, mom, what is a cricket?" Xiao Nan immediately turned to ask his mother.

"The cricket is just pointing out, right?"

"I know, I know, I know, grandpa is amazing, as long as Xiao Nan doesn't know, he will ask him, he knows everything, and he lives in the barber shop at the end of the street." Xiao Nan compared the barber shop at the end of the street. direction, said goodbye to Chen Mo politely, and started running again.

At the end of Muxi Street, there is indeed a small barber shop. The signboard of the barber shop is hung on the eaves of the door. It is not neat, and it looks like it has been there for some years.The front of the door is blocked by two long beige cloth strips, which should be to block the sun. There are also some red and green graffiti on the long cloth strips, which look like children's random scribbles.

Muxi Street is extremely hot in summer, and the air is as hot as a steamer.

When Chen Mo pushed aside the long cloth strips and walked into the store, he saw only two electric fans swinging slowly, and the creaking sound from the old fans was slow and weak.I don't know what is playing on the black and white TV.

Standing beside him was an old man wearing strange dark brown clothes. The design of the clothes was probably inspired by Cicada. This thin old man was bending over and holding scissors to cut hair for the young man sitting in front of him. The old man guessed At the age of 70 or [-], his technique is still nimble, and the cut hair falls softly on the laid out white coat.

The young man sitting in front of the old man immediately spotted Chen Mo. He was of medium height, average-looking, thin, with messy hair on top of his head, and his eyes were not too small, but there were thick dark circles under his eyelids. It looks like he didn't sleep well last night.

"Grandpa, you are here as a guest." The young man shouted loudly.

This old man should be the grandfather Cicada that Xiao Nankou mentioned.He turned his head, pulled down his presbyopic glasses for a certain distance, and looked Chen Mo up and down through the upper frame of the glasses: "Young man, are you going to shave your head?"

The old man's voice is very thick, piercing the eardrums.

After all, Chen Mo's hair was neatly done before, and if he wanted to change his hairstyle, he could only get a bald head.

However, in order to establish a good relationship with the NPC, Chen Mo still nodded.

Unexpectedly, grandpa refused very coldly.

"The hair is too short, don't cut it." The old man curled his mouth slightly and waved his hands.

No way, Chen Mo could only ask directly: "Excuse me, do you know x?"

The old man stopped talking and continued to shave the young man's hair.

Newly wearing reading glasses, the knuckles of the fingers holding the scissors for a long time look deformed.

"Hey, buddy, you can't do this, he can't hear you, you have to roar to—"

"Old man, do you know X?" Raising his voice a few times, the young man asked the old man again.

"That stinky old woman has a small mind. She has been angry for so long and still doesn't plan to reconcile with me. Who cares?" Knowing that, Grandpa answered irrelevantly.

"Hey, did you hear that? Before you came, I asked this question countless times, and the old man kept repeating this sentence over and over again." The young man shrugged helplessly at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was taken aback, realizing that the young man in front of him was probably also a game player.

The single-player mode does not mean that there will only be one player in this game dungeon. The number and probability of players refreshed in each dungeon are random. The single-player mode only means that the final choice must be made by an individual Players make decisions independently, and the system will give players a series of confidential measures during the customs clearance process.

Only then did Chen Mo take a serious look at the other party, and saw that the other party was surrounded by a layer of faint golden fluorescence. As long as it was an NPC character set by the system, there would be a thin layer of fluorescence on it. Whether it is a sign of a game player, because in the single-player game mode, all other players or NPCs except this player will be camouflaged with a layer of fluorescent light by the system.

The young man continued: "My name is Xiao Luo, what's your name?"

"My surname is Chen." Chen Mo said.

The Commander's Manual stipulates that players are prohibited from disclosing any information about the Commander's game after they return to the present world, but there is no clear regulation on the relationship between players.

Although the number of participants in the Siming game is not large, the probability of players meeting each other in real life is extremely low, but the possibility of this happening is not ruled out.

It’s okay if the relationship between the players is good, Quan Dangduo has met a friend who has a common secret, but if the player has an unresolved grievance during the game, and is found by the other party in real life, these days, with the Internet With the gradual development of the world, it is not too difficult to find a person with a purpose, so it is very possible to cause trouble, seek revenge and malicious revenge, but the system has not had any intervention or restriction on this kind of behavior .Therefore, most game players will not easily disclose their real names, addresses and other privacy-related information to others.It can also be counted as a basic sense of self-protection.

"Oh, then I'll call you Brother Chen." Xiao Luo laughed.

Just looking at the looks and aura of the two of them, it is true that Chen Mo looks slightly older.

"Brother Chen, how many times have you cleared the dungeon?" He asked with Erlang's legs swaying.

Chen Mo told the truth: seven times.

"Oh, that's quite a few." Xiao Luo scratched his head, losing interest.

Chen Mo raised his voice and tried to communicate with the old man again, but unfortunately, the old man had no other promises except repeatedly asking him if he wanted to cut his hair, then refusing to cut his hair for him, and complaining about his wife's stinginess.

On the other side, Xiao Luo's hair was almost cut off, and the old man finally gave up.

"Hey, it's finally healed. If I keep cutting it, I'm going to be bald." Xiao Luo said helplessly, and finally enjoyed the hair cutting service of Mr. Zhi. He patted his hair, stood up, and spoke seriously and seriously again. Ask Grandpa Cicada about x.

——"That stinky old woman has a small mind. She has been angry for so long and still doesn't plan to reconcile with me. Who cares?"

"Come on, it's useless, it's a pity I lost my hair." Xiao Luo looked at Chen Mo helplessly, and asked, "Why don't we go out for a stroll? See if there are any other clues?"

Chen Mo nodded.

...

"Hey, let's not talk about it, this hair is much cooler after cutting." Xiao Luo comforted himself quite cheerfully.I saw that his messy hair had been neatly tidied up at the moment, and his cyan scalp was visible to the naked eye. Although he was only average in height and appearance, he was dressed carefully, with a white short-sleeved shirt and straight-leg plaid pants revealing a narrow Thin ankles, wearing a pair of black leather shoes on the feet, it makes people very energetic, just ignore his dark circles.

"Hey, I was always afraid that I would come to this ghost place again when I fell asleep.

I fell asleep, but accidentally dozed off, and got hit again. Xiaoluo complained as he walked, "There are also dark circles under my eyes." "

Chen Mo actually summed up this rule, every time he was summoned by this command game, he was asleep, so the first time or two when he participated in the command game, he even thought he was just having a weird dream , When he woke up from the dream the next day, he forgot about it. After all, the difficulty of the game was not high, so he didn't have much of an impression until the fourth Siming game.

The dungeon game round, which is called the killer of junior players by veteran players, has a mortality rate as high as 60.00%.

For novice players, due to the low accumulation of game points, under normal circumstances, the dungeon games matched in the first twenty times are not too difficult, so the clearance rate is extremely high, except for the fourth round.

Perhaps in order to cater to the rule of "4", the system will screen out the selected players on a large scale. In addition to the necessary strength to successfully pass the fourth command game, it also depends on the player's luck to a large extent value.

...

The little boy on the street was still running back and forth, this time with a plain straw hat on his head and an army green water bottle tied around his waist.Holding a parasol, his mother followed at a distance.

All the NPCs on the street put on cool summer clothes, but they still repeated the chant in spring.

"Hey, these houses are purely for decoration, and none of them can get in." Xiaoluo walked casually, and from time to time, he ran to the door of the people on the side of the road to try to push the door open. They couldn't enter, so they had to look at the door and sigh.

A group of uncles and aunts sat idlely in front of a row of shops, moved a few small benches, swayed slowly with a cattail fan, and chatted, which was quite pleasant.

"Xiao Nan is really lively, running around without feeling tired, but children should be like this, exercise more, what's so good about those who are bored at home doing homework all day."

"That's right, you should play more at a young age."

"Your daughter-in-law is about to give birth. She's over 30. It's not easy. Usually, she needs to eat more."

"Yes, yes, the most powerful one is Mrs. Chen, who gave birth to a child in her 40s."

"Hahaha, that's that, it shows that Mr. Jing is also very strong."

The uncles and aunts spoke fluent local dialect, chatted vividly, and laughed tacitly after every sentence.It stands to reason that Chen Mo can't understand this dialect, but fortunately, Siming Game has its own language translation system, which allows players to communicate without hindrance.

"Your precious girl hasn't woken up yet."

"Yes, she likes to sleep late, but let her do it, kid, it's good for your body to sleep more."

The uncles and aunts chatted happily, while Chen Mo and Xiao Luo kept trying to intervene, but they were completely ignored.

"Look at the daughter of Uncle Chen's family, she is really obedient, she is still following her father in this hot weather."

"That's right, Uncle Chen is also blessed. He has both sons and daughters, and they are all filial. Selling meat buns should be more motivated."

"That's why Uncle Chen's Roujiamo is very delicious."

"Hey, have you seen that Han Bing's boyfriend?"

"Well, I saw it yesterday. He is a very honest child. He doesn't talk much, but he is diligent in doing things."

"Han Bing——" an aunt suddenly shouted at a shaved ice shop not far away: "Get some shaved ice for us to try, it's too hot here."

"Okay, come right away." The little brother who sold shaved ice to Chen Mo earlier replied happily.

"Hey, that's a lot of information." Xiao Luo elbowed Chen Mo in a mean way: "Brother Chen, do you understand? The guy who sells shaved ice is gay."

"Do you know what homosexuality means?" Xiao Luo asked Chen Mo again.