What is the time now.

The mule asked such a simple question.

On the paper prepared before, there were not only the words "south, east, west, north, west", "yes", "no", etc., but also 24 letters and 10 numbers.

Mules have been tested,

When asked where this was, the palm of the pen held by him clearly felt another invisible force driving the pen to slide the tip of the pen on the paper, pointing to different alphanumeric numbers one by one, and spelling out the words "DolphinHotel, 0408".

In other words, the other person is able to perceive the outside world and respond to it.

But when the mule asked, what time is it now,

The invisible power that lingered on the pen inexplicably began to rampage,

Dragged the mule's palm, moving wildly across the paper.

The mule's palm was firmly glued to the pen, and he tried to take back control of his arm,

But he was shocked to find that he couldn't compete with the other party at the level of strength.

As a result of the stubborn resistance, the right arm was dislocated, and the forearm was folded backwards at an angle that felt painful at the sight.

Of course, this is nothing, the player's physique is far beyond ordinary people, and they are generally trained to endure pain,

A dislocated arm is not as painful as sticking a stick on the tip of a finger or appendicitis, and it is not too unbearable.

What really caused the trouble was the force that lingered on the pen, which began to try to control the mule's body in reverse.

Obviously not smiling, but with a stiff smile on his face,

Obviously he wasn't moving, but there were bruised muscles on his arms.

There were inexplicable deep wounds on his body, and blood continued to flow, dripping to the ground and being absorbed by the carpet.

What's going on?

Is it forbidden to ask about the time? Or is that how the note is designed?

As long as you participate, the player will inevitably be controlled?

The dizziness of blood loss invaded the brain, and the mule's mind raced, desperately thinking about a way to survive.

The intelligence merchant could feel that the cold sensation was spreading along his right arm to his whole body, making his body gradually stiff and numb.

Now it can still be used normally, only the left half of the body remains...

The mule gritted his teeth and was just about to use his hole cards.

As if he had found something, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.

One of the skills carried by intelligence merchants,

It is to set up a virtual non-physical eyeball, fixed at a position not far from the user, like a surveillance camera for detection.

And the footage is transmitted to the mule's brain in real time.

This skill is called [False Eye Technique], which is obviously a spoof of Iara's [Trachoma Technique] in "Naruto",

Although the name of the skill is a stalk, the effect is still very reliable and practical.

The summoned eyeballs have no substance, are extremely hidden, and can be closed at any time.

Theoretically safe and reliable,

With the help of [Prosthetic Eye],

The mule could clearly see that the indicator needle above the elevator hall was pointing to the fourth floor, and it was no longer moving.

Ding dong.

The elevator doors opened to the sides, revealing two figures standing inside.

Black Saint Son and Leon.

The Black Saint Son was still wearing the same costume as he had just teleported into the world of the script, standing silently in the corner of the elevator room,

And Leon, in his hand, was holding a piece of white paper nearly one meter wide, with two lines of words written on the white paper.

The font size of the words in the upper line is larger.

[Don't panic when players encounter abnormal events, just do this, and let the abnormality call the expert!] 】

The next line is a little smaller.

[If you are in trouble, please open the door and I will help.] 】

There is no doubt that the Black Saint Son and Leon, who have just come down from the fifth floor, are the patrolmen tonight.

The mule's heart was shocked, as an intelligence merchant, he knew very well the identity of the young master of the Black Saint's organization on the other side,

The organization on the other side is not a good thing,

The Black Son is not a good person,

There is quite a lot of information to prove that before he became a player, he relied on his identity to act recklessly and committed a lot of sins.

In fact, the mule was very suspicious of the Black Saint's purpose in applying to be a patrol officer tonight - he wouldn't be the kind of person who cared about his subordinates and would risk his life to go out to investigate the situation for the sake of his subordinates' deaths.

However, Leon can be trusted,

The handwriting on the white paper he was holding in his hand was very much in line with his personal style, and it should not be a fake from the Black Saint Son.

In the midst of lightning, the mule has weighed the pros and cons,

He twisted his waist as hard as he could, and swung his left arm behind him, unleashing a skill called [Mage's Hand],

After a distance, he released an invisible palm, broke the door lock, and pushed the door open.

"Huh?"

Leon raised his eyebrows in the elevator room, and by the light in the hallway, he could see the mules in the dimly lit room, covered in blood, and concave in strange shapes.

Is this doing yoga?

Then this yoga posture is too non-standard,

It's even stiffer than a corpse that has been dead for twelve hours and has a zombie phenomenon.

(If Miss Chai were here, she would definitely complain about Li Ang's mental activities.) ）

Come to think of it, teammates are in trouble, and they can't help but help.

Li Ang's knees bent slightly, and the soles of his feet stepped on the floor of the elevator room, and the whole person rushed out of the elevator room like a sharp arrow, across the corridor, and rushed to room 0408.

The mule's condition was not optimistic, new deep scars were constantly appearing on his right arm that was clenched tightly with a pen, and the left half of his body was stiffening at a steady pace.

"The content of my note is to play a supernatural game, and I chose the pen fairy,"

While his mouth was still free to speak, the mule spoke quickly: "Everything was fine at first, until I asked the other party what time it was..."

I don't know if it's because the supernatural existence discovered the intruder of Leon,

The negative energy that shrouded the fountain pen suddenly accelerated the erosion rate,

The mule felt that his lips were numb from right to left, and when he tried to speak again, he could only make a muddy sound of "hmm

Stomp and tread.

The Black Saint in the elevator room had also rushed to room 0408 at this time,

Leon left the elevator hall in absolute safety again and came to help the other players,

The Black Saint Son, who vowed to become a patrol officer during the day, naturally had no reason to stand idly by.

The soles of his feet appeared on the bloodstained stall in room 0408,

In order to avoid the elevator door closing, causing the player to be trapped on the fourth floor,

The Black Saint Son also deliberately found a heavy object from the backpack bar, which happened to be stuck between the two elevator doors,

In this way, whenever the elevator door tries to close automatically, it will not close due to the heavy object stuck the door, and it will stay in the corridor on the fourth floor.

"He's..."

The Black Saint looked at the stiff mule sitting on the chair, frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Trapped by an alien?" ”

"Seems to be."

Leon glanced at the mule's notes and the notes he had written with his left hand earlier, squinted his eyes, and reached for the mule's palm holding the pen,

However, he found that the mule's arms were like iron casting, and he did not move at all, and if he used force rashly, he might break the mule's fingers.

Li Ang thought for less than half a second, and immediately made a decision.

If you break it, you will break it, and he will be cured anyway,

Mule, hold on, I'm here to save you.