or 3g ~ Date: ~11/05~

After the rattling sound, a hole appeared in the wall. [Update]//// He let out a sigh of relief, and it seemed like he hadn't been here for a long time.

"Number!"

“d73895。” The man called out a string of numbers in a not-so-sharp tone and stepped back half a foot's distance, and with a bang, the wall split into a mén, which was actually a slit, just enough for a person to get in and out.

He walked in, only to be stuck in the middle of the way, and the dog tilted his head a little curiously, whimpering as he watched his round volume rub into it little by little.

Submerged in the wall, the earth dog began to bark sharply, and the response was only another clang, and then a bone was thrown out of the hole in the wall, which looked a bit like a tǐ bone. The bone body with nǎi yellow sè, with bloody rò pieces at both ends of the bone joints, is very fresh and disgusting.

But the earth dog didn't think so, and he was very excited to pick up the bones that had fallen in the pool, wagged his tail, and ran in the dark.

The brisk steps were completely different from before, and the earth dog looked a little anticipatory and happy as it looked like it was smiling when it picked up its bones.

The earth dog ran very fast, its destination was in sight, the deepest part of the bridge, where there was almost no light, and no light could ever shine in, even the artificial speed of light was a luxury for this place.

The earth dog threw the bones into a metal tin jar and barked twice at a narrow shed, and an old, feeble response came from inside.

"Dog!"

The end of the shed was lifted, and the smell inside was as bad as the outside, and a head protruded from the smell, and the white hair was on his head like a bird's nest, and the wrinkles on his face could squeeze a mosquito to death.

The earth dog wagged its tail vigorously at the old woman, licked the old woman's fingers with his tongue, and then picked up the bones in the metal tin pot and threw them on the so-called cáng, which was made of many cartons stacked layer by layer, and the shed was hung on four bamboo poles with spray-painted cloth that had been removed from an unknown advertisement. It was built to keep out the wind, and although there was no wind here, it was quite cold.

"Someone inside is dead again." A hand as dry as a jī claw, holding the bones that the earth dog had brought back. There was no trace of emotion in the old lady's hazy eyes.

"We're drinking bone broth today."

Crawled out of the shed, picked up the metal can just now, and staggered to the exit step by step, the earth dog followed her, and from time to time walked next to her or in front of her, but never more than a step away, as if guarding her. /

The old lady walked halfway. After staring at the empty wall for a long time, he shook his head and continued to walk towards the entrance.

Picking up the rain that fell from the sky with an iron pipe and digging up some snow and putting it in a jar was a rare opportunity for her to see the light, and it wasn't every day that people came, so her dogs didn't get their hands on the bones very often.

The old lady watched the rain fill the jar little by little, in fact, the taste of human rò is similar to the rò of animals! Her memory of animal fibers was blurry. Looking back at the darkness behind him, it was like a big mén leading to hell. There is no return.

"Number of days of residence."

"Three days."

Only by passing the last mén can you really enter the dungeon.

The man walked on the blood-covered stone pavement in his strange posture, holding a key ring in his hand. He doesn't even remember what this is for?

The key of the crosshead looks rough and there is a bronze plaque engraved with 'D73895' on the key ring. Rubbing his finger against the copper piece, after three days the key will automatically erase the memory function, the man just introduced it, although he didn't know exactly what it meant, the man stood in the middle of the road. …,

It's not really a city, but it's a small social complex ♀, there are no shops but weapons shops, there are no churches and temples but priests and monks; There are nv people here, but they are more terrible than men; There are a lot of rooms here, but they are all empty; It's all here. But in reality you don't get anything.

Raising his head, there is a very large electronic screen in front of him, on which the price list flashes, and there are strange tasks on it, from killing a cat to killing the king of a certain country, etc., red sè, green sè, yellow sè, purple sè. Different sè on the electronic screen, the only sè here.

"Number!" A canoe appeared in front of the man, and the man at the helm looked small, had a stunted physique, but spoke very capably.

"'d73895'" The man jumped into the boat, and the bamboo pole propped up from the shore and went up the direction of the groundwater.

There were many people waiting along the way, and the man had no time to care about speculation, and his face hidden under the hat hung down. "Here we are."

It's close! This was the only thing he could feel about the concept of time, where it seemed to have lost its meaning completely, disconnected from the ground, and the feeling was indescribable.

Stepping out of the boat, standing in front of the mén marked with the same number, the man was confused, and cā entered the key, making a mechanical turning sound, and the man hummed again. Beneath the ancient façade there is also advanced science and technology.

Tick tick! Cha!

The last syllable must be heard before you can push the mén in, otherwise the insurance agency will be triggered, the alarm will sound, and no one knows what the outcome will be.

The room was clean and tidy, dust-free, insect-free and odorless. Separate suites, high-power exhaust system, so that the room has enough fresh air to inhale.

The man took off his raincoat and came out in black, he seemed to like black sè very much, there was no other kind of clipping from head to toe, and when he walked into the bathroom, all the toiletries were brand new, I don't know whether to say that the service here was first-class or that the people were so good.

On the table were basic books, a house manual, precautions, a dungeon shopping guide and a killer entry mén, and I flipped through a few pages casually and threw the book on the table.

The man lies on the cáng. Maps are good maps, with clear signs, structure, and at a glance.

There is an LCD screen on one of the walls of the cáng, which is connected to the previous electronic screen, you can find all the information on it at will in the room, fancy the task, click, the order will be instantly generated into the background system, and after the review is passed within two hours, the first deposit will be automatically transferred to the account, and the cō part will be taken after the task is completed.

The rules are clear, and with the difference of Yan sè, the requirements of the rank will be higher. The man's hands never left the bronze medal, he was obviously nervous, perhaps his excited stomach rose and fell with his heartbeat, his fingertips slid across the screen, most of the red sè area lit up with a green light, and when he entered the purple sè area, he could only see a lot of online people, but he couldn't see anyone placing an order.

The man frowned at his oily belly, and it would take another two hours before he really entered the dark night of the dungeon. He picked up the key on the table and stuffed it into his pocket, looked at the map on the table, hesitated for a moment, and then put it in his pocket as well.

Ahead along the left-hand direction is a row of the same rooms, some of which are opened. From the outside, the layout is similar, but the furnishings are much worse, it is all a matter of personal preference≈ and the bronze plaques begin to be frosted again, it is clear that each resident here has their own name, and the signs show their identity.

There will be a fight here today, a fight that belongs to a high position, who will these people who will come one after another? The man walked through these rooms, and the warning or indifferent look at him as a man with his head and brain÷ face was not a danger to the people here. …,

Entering a weapons shop, the owner was also a young man who didn't look big, and when he saw a customer entering, he just raised his head and didn't pay attention to it, not even asking a question. The store is not big, but there are a lot of things. From large to small, from cold weapons to hot weapons.

The man picked a dagger and placed it on his fingertips.

"04 points for the blade, 002 points for the blade." The man glanced at the shopkeeper, he was sure he hadn't looked up, but he could tell by the sound of the knife he had just picked up and sharpened.

"Made of alloy steel, it's not appropriate to use a short blade for your size."

The man was speechless, to be honest, he still liked this dagger, although the workmanship was still a little flawed, but the weight in his hand was just right. Waved a few casually, it was indeed a bit difficult for his size to do hand-to-hand combat. Putting down the dagger, he came to a row of sniper rifles. At a glance, it's the latest weapon style, pick up the shortest of all guns and aim it somewhere.

"How much!"

"Rent or buy?" The shopkeeper was still tinkering with the parts he had, and he seemed to be less interested in buying and selling than what he had.

"Everything." Step out with your left foot and your right heel. Proceed to the counter in a similar position and place the gun on the table.

"This one?" Finally, the shopkeeper had a little reaction, he glanced at the gun for a second, and then looked at him again: "It's light to carry, and the distance is five meters." ”

"Oh!"

There are very few people who make weapons who do not have an understanding of weapons, and all such people have a good memory and have nothing to say, and their memory and thinking ability are also different from ordinary people.

"Number!" The shopkeeper took out a wooden box and put it inside the shell of the gun room, and at the same time placed a small box with ten bullets inside.

"Credit card or cash? A new type of weapon, 10 bullets are presented. ”

“‘d73895’！ Credit card. "It's really numbered everywhere you go.

“‘d73895’？” After the shopkeeper put on a surprised expression, he repacked the firearm and put it into the man's hand. "It's free!"

This time the wheel man was surprised, and suddenly became interested in the existence of this number≈ no matter how you look at this gun, it will be more than a finger of money, how can a person who does business give up easily? (To be continued.) , vote for recommendation, monthly pass,,。