I promised two chapters, and then, first of all, I'm a 2Klux Klan! Then, I wrote more than 4,000 words of chapters without dividing them into chapters, so let's think it's the amount of two chapters. O.O

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Shoku and Sasha talked a lot...

On the day the game begins, the young children are almost all in a state of panic, hiding in a hotel for the first time, and the word collapse is rarely applied to younger people, but it is not abrupt to describe their current situation during the initial period.

Adults with autonomous abilities are inevitably overwhelmed by the news that they can't leave the game, and even their thoughts go blank, let alone at a young age.

In the first month, Sasha, like most players, went to the practice area to upgrade and become stronger in order to get ahead of the game, until one day she saw a child wandering alone in the town, and from that time on, she looked around for a lonely child, and it has become like this to this day, so it can be said that all the young players in the game are in this church.

The corners of Sasha's mouth stiffened a little when she talked about several children being forcibly disconnected.

213…

This number is very ordinary, but it is remembered by most people, on the day of the game, it was 213 people who were forcibly disconnected from the outside world and died.

As a listener, Xiang Kong lowered his head and stared at the pattern on the table in silence.

Sasha, who had been narrating, glanced at the time, only to suddenly realize that it was time for dinner, and it was already night outside.

"I'm sorry, I seem to be a little wordy."

"Nothing." Xiangkong didn't look up, his eyes reflected the clean desktop, and he said softly in an inexplicable tone: "It's really good to be here." ”

A trace of doubt just appeared between Saxia's eyebrows, but he saw Xiangkong suddenly raise his head, and the dark eyes that contrasted strongly with his face were full of joy.

A long time ago, I no longer regarded everything in this world as a fictional anime, and I deeply understood a long time ago that the people in this world are the same as him, flesh and soul...

When he entered this world as an outsider, he already had an invisible responsibility on his shoulders, and because he knew it better than anyone else, he should have more reasons than anyone else.

"Miss Sasha, I have a hunch that the game will be successful within a year."

The pale face was smiling, not affirmatively, but very seriously.

Sasha was slightly surprised, unconsciously wringed her fingers, bit the corner of her lip, and said in a low voice: "This is also what I expected, but, even if I don't go to the upper floor, I will occasionally go to the Swordsman Monument, and it has been nearly half a year since the game started, but the progress of the strategy has only reached a quarter..."

Xiangkong smiled: "I can't be sure of this hunch, but at this moment, I think it will come true, and I believe it for no reason." ”

Sasha looked straight at Xiangkong in surprise, her pale face did not waver in the slightest, and after a while, she also smiled and said, "I am also willing to believe this hunch." ”

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When it's time for dinner, Sasha prepares the food and lets the children into the cafeteria, making the quiet cafeteria lively.

"Teacher Saxia, Brother Yuchu said that he would have dinner at night, is it true?" A hedgehog-headed child ran over and asked expectantly.

Sasha touched his head and smiled, "Really." ”

"Yay!"

When the other children heard this, they immediately shouted with joy.

"Well, you don't believe me." Yu Chu walked over, rubbed the child's hedgehog head vigorously, and shouted dissatisfiedly.

The hedgehog-headed kid slapped his hand away and grimaced at Yu Chu after running away.

After a short period of hilarity, under the guidance of Sasha, many children took their seats, and the plates with rich meat food were materialized on the table under her operation.

"Wow!"

The children watched the rich dinner and were excited.

There are three long tables and two square tables in the room, with the children all sitting at the long table and Sasha and Shoku sitting at the square table in the corner.

The concept of food without words seems to be of no use here, and just a simple meal makes it a sea of joy.

Xiangkong and Sasha looked at the children eating in the noise, and they both smiled.

Sasha looked at the dishes on the plate and sighed: "It's been black bread for a while, and although it has improved a lot later, it has never been as rich as this time, and it's ironic to say that just one piece of equipment can make such a big difference." ”

"Hmm..."Xiang Kong nodded sympathetically.

After dinner, Shoku stopped lingering, and Sasha escorted him to the door.

The night sky is full of bright stars, and looking up can fill your eyes with a river of stars, but among these beautiful stars, you will never see a meteor that passes in an instant.

Under the starlight, when he was about to leave, Xiangkong finally couldn't help but ask Sasha the question he cared about.

"Miss Sasha, Yubing, she... Is there any disease in reality? ”

Sasha was slightly stunned, looked at Xiangkong, and said with a little surprise: "Did that kid tell you?" ”

Xiangkong shook his head and said, "No, I'm just a little concerned, if it's inconvenient." ”

"Actually, there's nothing to hide." Sasha sighed softly: "It's a neuropathic bone marrow lesion, I heard her say that since the age of nine, she first lost sensation in her feet, then her calves, knees, thighs, and now her lower body is completely unconscious. ”

"Can't it be cured?"

Sasha said regretfully: "No, the only way to recover is to replace the critical bone marrow, it is difficult to find the comparable bone marrow, and it also needs to fit the nerves, which is even more difficult, so Youbing has not been able to find the comparable bone marrow since he was nine years old." ”

Speaking of this, she suddenly paused, and after a while, she said faintly: "This kind of disease is rare, but I know that if you wait like this, you will eventually be paralyzed until you are brain dead, but this result should be hidden by his family." ”

(The above is all apocryphal, please do not sit in the right seat.) ）

Xiangkong was silent for a moment...

"I'll come back when I have time."

With these words at the end, Shoku left the humble church, and perhaps no one but him realized that a dozen young players were housed in this inconspicuous place.

Walking on the brightly lit main road, Xiangkong stroked his face and said to himself, "At least... I can still feel my breath. ”

Slowly soothing the unspeakable emotions in his chest, he walked to the narrow side road, there were only a few lonely street lamps on the side of the road, and under the illumination of the lights, the shadows stretched long on the stone road behind him.

That direction leads to the central square, while the destination is the Black Iron Palace.

It took five minutes for Xiangkong to come to the edge of the square, and at a glance, he unexpectedly saw several people wearing standard armor.

"It's the army..."

He was no stranger to this kind of costume, and after stopping for a moment, he decided to explore the Black Iron Palace tonight and find the entrance to the underground labyrinth.

To his surprise, when he passed the few army members who were chatting, they just glanced at him and then withdrew their gaze, and did not say a word during the process, it seems that the current army's desire to control the first layer is not as strong as imagined.

There is only one entrance to the Black Iron Palace, it is a small hall, and in front of the passage leading to the interior stands a metal tablet, which is the Monument of Life, and behind the Monument of Life is the real entrance of the Black Iron Palace.

There was only one person in the hall, Xiangkong, it was extremely deserted, and few people would set foot here during the day, let alone at night, he walked to the monument of life, and just at a glance, he could instantly see the horizontal lines in the dense name, indicating that there were not a few dead players.

Most people rarely come here, let alone look carefully at the underlined name, because looking at the name will think of the person and the picture of the time when it is gone, and Xiangkong is no exception, just a few glances and then no longer look. He walked behind the Monument of Life, and was greeted by a wide corridor.

A few days before the game started, he had been to the hall where the Monument of Life was placed, but he did not step further into the public area of the Black Iron Palace, which was the first time he had set foot in the Black Iron Palace.

The corridor behind the Monument of Life is about 100 meters long, and at the end of the straight is a dark wooden gate, in front of which there are two corridors leading to the left and right.

From the outside, the Black Iron Palace occupies a large area, and the internal space is naturally not small, especially most of the area is considered a public area, so the rent required to occupy this place is not as much as imagined.

Xiangkong didn't choose to push open the door, but picked the corridor on the right, and he planned to explore the perimeter first before continuing to go deeper.

The quiet, smooth floors of the hallway and the sound of iron shoe boards were unusually loud in this environment, and with the night vision provided by the enemy, the faint light was not enough to be a problem.

After searching for more than two hours, I didn't find any clues in the outer corridors, and returned to the original point, this time pushing open the heavy wooden door.

There is no extra effort to sigh at the luxury of the hall inside the door, and the sky can be said to be scraping the ground, but when you search all the places, you still can't find the entrance.

"It's too simple." Xiangkong sat on a staircase in a daze, looking for four or five hours, and had no clue at all.

"Do you need a Scouting type skill, but you don't have a superfluous skill grid." Holding his head in distress, Xiangkong sighed heavily, only at this time can he experience a person's powerlessness.

In this world, skills can play an irreplaceable role, if there is a reconnaissance type of skill, then there is no need to bother to bother, the system can automatically mark the anomaly, and the detection skill is generally only learned by thieves, and as an avant-garde Xiangkong only has a skill that everyone must have - seeking the enemy.

When he realized that he couldn't find the entrance by himself, a person automatically jumped out of Xiangkong's head, and that was Argo.

For a long time, as long as there is something that can't be solved, Argo will be found, and over time, the idea of solving problems and finding Argo is rooted in the depths of my mind, and this time is no exception, but...

"How do you explain that?"

Thinking of Argo's character, Xiang Kong drew a few deep valleys between his foreheads.

Finding the underground labyrinth is more important than explaining it to Argo.

The army's hand has already reached the first layer, and if it doesn't hurry up, I'm afraid that I won't be able to wander around the Black Iron Palace so freely in the future.

"No matter!"

Based on this, Xiangkong directly opened the friends list and sent a message to Argo.

"I'm looking for you."

In about five seconds, Argo replied with an email: "What's the matter?"

"Are you free now?"

"It depends on the amount of the fee."

The corners of Xiangkong's mouth twitched, "Now let's go to the Black Iron Palace."

After the email went out, Argo, who had been quick to reply, seemed to fall silent.

Three minutes later, she finally replied.

"I'll be here in ten minutes."

This simply made Xiangkong wonder, but it would be nice to be able to come, thinking like this, he materialized black bread and high-quality spring water from the field from the inventory, and ate it as a supper.

Soon after eating, the Enemy Seeking Skill suddenly issued a warning, and Xiangkong suddenly looked up and saw a petite person wearing a dark night suit.

In the past, the proficiency of the enemy's skill was too low, so Argo didn't prompt every time he approached, and after that, he gritted his teeth and improved the proficiency of the enemy, and this time he finally succeeded in prompting, but...

"What's the matter with your outfit?" Soar into the sky with a black line.

Only a pair of eyes and a few strands of curly hair were exposed above the neck, and a dark night suit tightly wrapped around the petite body, highlighting the two small mountain bags that were beginning to take shape.

On the whole, this nightwear is simply high-end, more nightly than the nightwear on TV.

But even if the nightwear worn by Argo is very handsome, it can't suppress Xiangkong's desire to complain.

Argo's eyes seemed to leak a brighter light than a faint fire: "With what I know about you, at this point in time, the Black Iron Palace must be very unusual, maybe you want to do something stealing, but I haven't heard of the treasure chest hidden in the Black Iron Palace during the closed beta." ”

"When did I tell you I was here to open a treasure chest?" Xiangkong's eyes widened.

"Isn't it?"

Well, the reason why you are so simple in your feelings is because of the preconceived idea that I came to the Black Iron Palace to open a treasure chest.

How did you come up with this? People who are not of the same grade don't understand it at all.

Xiangkong patted his forehead and said with a wry smile: "I just asked you to come here, but I didn't say that I was going to find the treasure chest." ”

Argo was stunned, Xiangkong saw that the familiar light in those eyes was instantly eroded by the faint firelight, and then, Argo walked up to him in a few steps, stretched out his hand and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"If I don't give a reason why I'm satisfied, I think we need to have a friendly negotiation on the cost, so you should be okay, right?"

"Of course I don't have a problem." Xiangkong replied honestly.

He had known each other for so long, and he was not in a position to say such serious things to Argo so seriously, because he knew that the ingredients of jokes were the majority.

But aside from the price, if you don't give her a satisfactory reason, then there will really be a sad time in the future.

"I completed a mission, and in one of the sessions, I got a piece of information from an NPC." Xiangkong still decided to find an excuse to prevaricate.

"What information?" At the mention of the information, Argo's expression under the mask suddenly froze.

Under her gaze, Xiangkong said slowly: "There is a hidden labyrinth under the Black Iron Palace!" ”

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