Obviously, this is a narrow and shady alley.

Behind her is dark and twisty, I don't know how long, and the width is about enough to accommodate two of her walking side by side. Directly more than ten meters away should be the street, which is quite noisy.

[You have ten minutes to check your belongings, remember to familiarize yourself with the rules, rookie!] 】

"Rules...... Where is it? ”

Lan Shuying looked down at herself, her clothes had been changed.

He wears a mid-thickness shirt similar to sky blue, a pair of ankle-length canvas cargo pants, and cheap slippers in the same color as the shirt.

He also carried a worn-out leather bag that could burst at any moment, and it seemed to contain something.

That's what the main system does.

Killing games tend not to let the tasker use the aboriginal body.

The system will randomly generate a body for them before the start of the game, and there will be an automatic outfit change.

Questers need to adapt to the environment.

so as not to cause a commotion among the aborigines, or expose themselves in advance.

Now, it's only five minutes before the game starts.

Lan Shuying quickly rummaged through all the pockets on her body.

Empty, empty, or empty...... Eventually, she found a hard, cold piece of metal in her left pants pocket.

It's a key.

There was a row of letters printed on the side facing her, and on the other side was a number that appeared to be the room number.

The system automatically translated the line, and it was called "The Adventurer's House".

"Sounds like the name of a hotel." It also has a certain style of middle two disease games.

Lan Shuying shook her head.

She didn't receive any memories of the body.

This means that if she can't find out which door's keyhole the key should be in, there's a good chance she'll be sleeping on the streets tonight.

Next, let's check what strange things are in the purse.

With that in mind, her fingers did not hesitate to pick open the clasp of the torn leather bag.

The first thing to find was a pile of scattered coins, of varying denominations, bills and coins, adding up to a total of three hundred dollars.

Lan Shuying paused, silently remembering this number, and thought of an important question: how many days is it enough?

The second discovery was a letter, which was very sturdy.

Lan Shuying tried to tear it directly, but the system coldly prompted: this item cannot be opened.

"Okay then."

Since you can't open it to read, it's supposed to be a quest item.

She'll have to get the letter in the right hands to get more information to help her survive here, as well as hunt down the other missionaries.

However, the fact is that the situation is difficult for people.

Because the address is not indicated on the envelope, well, there is no contact information.

It only writes the name of the recipient: Julis.

"Do you think it's the time for flying swords to send messages?" Lan Shuying couldn't help but complain.

Even if it is a flying sword message, it must be locked to the recipient's breath.

Here, she doesn't know anyone, she doesn't even know who she is, and she wants to deliver the letter to someone exactly based on a name? Oh, it's better to dream faster.

She didn't even know what the other person's last name was.

It would be so much fun if she ran out into the street and yelled "Julis" and several people popped up to grab the letter.

Honglian couldn't come out, but she could chat with her, and weakly answered: "At least we can know that Julius should be a woman's name......"

"Maybe."

Lan Shuying shrugged her shoulders and pulled out the last item in her purse: a stone slightly larger than a quail egg.

Most of the places are no different from ordinary stones, and even a little uglier.

But occasionally you can see something crystal clear.

This is...... Some kind of rough stone?

She paid special attention to the comments given by the system:

[Name: An unpolished rough diamond]

[Function: Please explore by yourself]

[Note: Are you sure you know its true value?] 】

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Lan Shuying pouted.

At this point, it looks like the belongings have been checked.

She even reached down and pinched the hair coiled up at the back of her head to make sure there wasn't anything more hidden inside.

Now, there is one minute left in the countdown to check your belongings.

Lan Shuying poked her head out of the alley and looked at the situation on the street.

People come and go, but it's definitely not a thriving modern metropolis.

The aborigines have different hair colors, deep facial features, and everyone wears similar clothes to her, which should be based on durability and comfort, and do not consider the style and color.

casual clothes, gray faces, lazy steps, and sadness, decadence and confusion in the depths of the eyes......

Combined, these elements give the neighborhood a dark hue.

A little boy came from the other side of the street with a thick stack of newspapers, selling his wares all the way, but not too many people were buying it.

"Hey, excuse me, come here!" Lan Shuying beckoned to him.

As soon as her words came out of her mouth, they automatically changed to the language here, and she sounded pretty good to the ear anyway.

The little boy's eyes lit up and he ran into the alley quickly: "Do you want to buy a newspaper?!" ”

Lan Shuying shook her head and asked, "Do you sell maps here?" I need to know about this place, the more detailed the better. ”

"Sell! It's much more expensive than newspapers, though. ”

"How much?"

"Uh......" the little boy avoided her eyes with little confidence, "ten...... Fifteen dollars. ”

"Give."

Lan Shuying counted out the coin at this price and handed it to him, signaling him to move quickly, handing over the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.

"Can you give me a newspaper?" She looked at the stack in his arms and asked lightly.

The little boy hesitated.

But after she said, "Whatever day you can," his expression relaxed, he pulled out a crumpled newspaper from the bottom—supposedly leftover from yesterday's sale—handed it to her along with the map, and ran out.

Honglian was a little melancholy: "The price seems to be a bit high, but there are only three hundred ...... in the bag."

Lan Shuying flipped through the map, imprinted many details of the city into her brain, and said nonchalantly: "He lied." ”

This sentence is like piercing the truth directly: we were slaughtered.

Honglian was slightly stunned: "Then why ......?"

"Because, I don't want to waste time with him."

【It's time!】 】

[I believe that in these five minutes, you have a general understanding of what you are carrying, and there may be people who carry the same things as you, or they may not be the same...... Oh, that doesn't matter! 】

[Importantly, please keep in mind the rules announced below, and if you violate them, congratulations on being out!] 】

Lan Shuying narrowed her eyes slightly, and finally waited for this link.

【Rules】

[First, players are forbidden to reveal their origins, if you want to get help from the aborigines, please choose a convincing way, such as ......]

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