Please draw your way of death

No matter how outrageous the card information was, Meng Qishu never thought that the situation in the dungeon could be even more outrageous than this.

It's good now, looking for an artist to learn from a teacher, but the artist himself went to Hexi first, this is unreasonable, right?

Meng Qishu, who was stunned by the status quo of the dungeon, couldn't help turning his eyes to the card in his hand again. That look, as if the card didn't explain something, he would definitely make the card die a hundred and eighty times!

[The dungeon information is completely correct. If there is a logical error in the dungeon, please review the player carefully again to see if there is any missing information, or use the judgment card to report an error to the system. 】

"Now that it's like this, is there any information we've missed?" Meng Qishu narrowed his eyes, looking unhappy.

They have found what the artist should be looking for, and they have also visited the town where they can visit. What information will they not notice?

[Reminder: The scene itself is too large due to the world view. If the player does not find clues related to the dungeon within the specified time, the dungeon compensation condition will be triggered and a copy of the dungeon clue will be randomly obtained. 】

"The scenario book...what is it?" Meng Qishu, who knew nothing about copybooks, immediately turned his gaze to Ning Mianzhong beside him, waiting eagerly for his answer.

Ning Mian finally took advantage of Meng Qishu's inadvertently expressed reliance, with a sense of helplessness in the use: "A type of dungeon, the scene structure is more realistic, similar to a small world. In this dungeon, NPCs are more inclined to have their own independent personality, rather than just relying on the instructions of the copy to do things."

Like the previous books, although NPCs generally carry out activities in the world constructed by dungeons, there is a psychological concept of dungeon system in mind.

But the scenario is not like this. The NPCs in the scenario tend to believe that the world they live in is real, and they don't know the existence of the dungeon system.

Meng Qishu, who roughly understood what the scene was, showed an expression of sudden realization. He clenched one hand into a fist, and hammered heavily on the palm of the other hand, saying, "So..."

"How long is the specified time for this book?"

Ning Mian, who was waiting for him to ask some questions about the scenario book, suddenly failed to catch up, and slowly cast a questioning look at him.

No, weren't we still discussing the scenario book just now? Why is it that "so" has reached the stipulated time?

"The specified time for each scenario book is different. How to arrange it depends on the dungeon boss." A little struggling to keep up with Meng Qishu's question, Ning Mian finally took a look at the card in his hand, with a smile in his eyes. Point thoughtfully, "Under normal circumstances, the card is associated with the system, so you can know what the dungeon boss thinks."

So the question goes back to the cards.

【…】

If it wasn't for his lack of eyes, Kaka would definitely roll his eyes at the two guys in front of him who were staring at him maliciously!

Who would openly regard cards as cheating artifacts!

Is this fair to other players!

"Why isn't it fair? Can't you answer other players' questions?" Meng Qishu stared at the string of Chinese characters that popped up on the card angrily, and made a silent comment.

【…】

It's over, and I showed my thoughts in a moment of urgency.

Card Card, who didn't want to answer Meng Qishu's question, silently issued a series of ellipses, awkwardly and politely skipping his question to answer the previous one.

[The specified time of this dungeon is bounded by darkness. If the player does not find clues that can promote the development of the dungeon's main line during the day, they will receive a random clue at night. 】

"Random clues, are they different for each player?"

[Not necessarily, the same situation sometimes occurs. 】

"Then this is Lao Shizi's randomness?"

card:? ? ?

[Isn't the same random? 】

"It seems to be the same." Meng Qishu squeezed his chin and thought about it, and found that this was the reason, so he stopped playing cards.

He glanced at the sunset in the sky, nodded and muttered: "That's just right, it's almost time, go back and wait."

【…】

Is this why you didn't do your job well?

Meng Qishu, who ran around all afternoon, didn't feel that he didn't do his job well. Anyway, he got the news that the artist was dead. The possibility of them finding useful information was very slim, so it was better to go back to the hotel and wait.

Just finished a dinner in the hotel, when the night was about to fall, the two finally waited for the "random clue" that the card said.

It was an envelope, delivered to the hotel by the messenger, with only one sentence written on the outside.

[If you want to meet the artist Omeland, please arrive at the address given in the envelope at [-] o'clock tomorrow night, no waiting after the expiration date. 】

Meng Qishu tore open the envelope, only to see that there were only three small slips of paper inside. Looking at it like this, it seemed that there was something vaguely written on each small slip of paper.

He took out the note and unfolded it, only to see three numbers written on the paper - "0", "2", and "5".

"It looks like a room number, 0, 2, 5..." Ning Mian finally passed the three numbers in his mouth silently, looked up at Meng Qishu, and asked hesitantly, "520?"

Meng Qishu was also looking at the note in his hand. Hearing Ning Mianzhong's words, he paused his hands and said without raising his head, "I think it's 250."

"Then let's make a compromise, 502?"

"I suddenly felt..." Meng Qishu raised his eyes, with seriousness in his eyes, looked at Ning Mianzhong and said word by word, "That 250 may be you."

God damn 520 and 502!

"..." Ning Mian finally looked away from the note, with a little helplessness in her eyes, "I think you are insulting me."

"You think too much, I don't." Meng Qishu put the note back, holding the envelope with one hand, with a little thought in his eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking.

If the information in the envelope is really a room number, where is the room number?What are the specific numbers?

This small town looks very prosperous from the outside, and there are no less than ten hotels alone. If you really want to arrive at the room represented by this room number at twelve o'clock, it may not be so easy.

"These three numbers, do you have any ideas?" Meng Qishu was really not sure, so he could only ask Ning Mianzhong who was at the side.

"If it's the room number, then we can start with the major hotels in the town and check them out one by one..." Ning Mian was still thinking about it, and when she heard Meng Qishu ask herself, she told him her thoughts while Seeing Meng Qishu nodded slightly in agreement with his statement, "Under the current situation, the information given by the dungeon must be useful, so there must be something different about this room."

Meng Qishu was nodding his head when he heard Ning Mianzhong's words unexpectedly. He stopped nodding and turned his eyes to look at Ning Mianzhong thoughtfully. He opened his mouth and said, "I found out..."

"Ever since you entered this dungeon, you've been talking a lot more nonsense."

Ning Mian finally paused in her thoughts, and looked at Meng Qishu with some innocence in her eyes: "Is there any?"

Isn't he seriously thinking about dungeons?

Meng Qishu didn't want to answer him, so he silently gave him a numb look, put the envelope in his pocket and walked out: "Don't rush to sleep so early in the dungeon, go out and see if you can find any useful information."

The world constructed by this dungeon really has a sense of a long time ago. Although people come and go and businesses are prosperous, the actual technical level has not reached a certain level.It is very similar to the nineteenth century in reality, giving people a deep sense of dust, like a history book that has been left for too long and stained with dust.

When Meng Qishu and the others were recording the directions of the various hotels on the street, they encountered another wave of players.

It was a couple, they were walking side by side on the street, the man was holding an envelope in his hand, and there were three very familiar small notes between the envelope and his fingertips.

They stopped at a hotel not far away, looked up a few times, discussed something with each other, and when they turned to walk this way, they met Meng Qishu's eyes.

It seems to be the generality of the players, and the personnel of both sides can tell at a glance that the person in front of them is a player and not an NPC. The two sides were deadlocked for two seconds, and finally Meng Qishu spoke first.

"You guys also received the random clue for the dungeon?" Meng Qishu's eyes paused on the envelope in the man's hand, then he quickly looked away and looked up at the person in front of him.

With a calm demeanor and slight vigilance in his eyes, he seems to be an old player.

"You mean this?" The man raised the object in his hand, not paying much attention, "It is indeed from the copy, a '0', a '2', and a '5', what's the problem?"

Meng Qishu didn't expect that the other party would tell him the information in his envelope so easily, let alone that the contents in the envelopes of both of them were exactly the same, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

It was said to be random, but in the end there were players who got the same information randomly, and the two sides just met each other. Is this special fate?

"No problem, but it seems that our information is the same?" Meng Qishu hesitated, and finally took out the envelope in his pocket, took out the note inside and unfolded, "'0', '2',' 5'."

"Is yours also these three numbers?" The man on the opposite side seemed to be a little more serious, he pondered for a while, and said, "To be honest, this dungeon is a player in the same hotel as me, and the envelope he got is also these three numbers." number."

Too?

Meng Qishu was a little shocked.

How many people are there in total?

Calculated by taking one envelope for each team, the total amount of envelopes is at most a single digit, right?

"Also," said the woman on the side at this time, "When we came over just now, we met two teams of players, and they also held these three numbers in their hands."

Meng Qishu: ...

Half of the players take the same clue, what the hell is random?

Which thing is random, come out and get beaten!