“…… It's gone," the mustache said in a trance, "This, as if it will be invisible?" I, I shot it in the chest, but I couldn't hurt it......"

"Invisibility?"

Several players enter in turn through the doorway.

After watching the whole process this time, the nightingale seemed to understand Lan Shuying's feelings a little:

Nothing was seen;

Nothing can be sensed.

It was a very ordinary cloud of air, a fantasy creature that only acted on the mustache's eyes.

Nightingale tactfully revealed this conclusion to him, and said that she had neither seen nor heard.

The same goes for everyone else.

"Not a hallucination!" The mustache raised his left hand and motioned for a group of people to come over and look at his wrist: "You see, this is the evidence, it is alive, it really came to me!" ”

"What is this?"

The nightingale was the closest and the first to get up.

She saw a small puddle of black-brown gooey sticking to the left side of his wrist, where it was on the side of his wrist when he held the gun.

It looks like ......

"Woo ......" the nightingale showed disgust.

Thankfully, he furrowed his eyebrows, stared at this for a few seconds, a little unsure, and turned back to his brother to ask for help...... Brother, do you feel like this?

Thank Tian said uncertainly, "Chocolate? ”

As a great brother who takes care of all the snacks, he should be familiar with this kind of thing.

"This is the ...... where the gluttony fell," the mustache's expression was almost crying, "it brought a bottle of chocolate sauce and held it up to me for me to see......"

Players have a feeling of being confused.

The theory of illusion, based on the characteristics of Renge-42, was broken so quickly:

The chocolate sauce is real.

That said, there was indeed an uninvited "guest" tonight...... It only communicates with the mustache alone?

Standing in the crowd, but no one could understand his panic, the mustache was about one step away from bursting into tears on the spot, and he shouted an accusation: "It's going to eat me!" It is also eaten with chocolate sauce! ”

If he could, he would love to return today.

Go home!

He's never coming to this place again!

With the players comforted, he gradually calmed down.

"It says it's not going to start dinner now, because it's not time yet......" The mustache took a deep breath and said with certainty: "It's coming back tomorrow." ”

The mustache found the communication device and told the uncle about the experience.

He couldn't put his safety in the hands of these young people.

Or the partner who grew up with him seems more reliable.

The players looked at each other.

This development fits well with Xie Tian's narrative, and they consciously serve as a backdrop.

The uncle's voice was as calm as ever.

"Oh...... I was just about to talk to you. I have a question for you, Gregor, do you remember when we were kids, we always made up all kinds of terrible demons and told them to each other, didn't we? ”

The mustache seemed to realize something: "Well, you're right......"

Uncle continued:

"When you were a kid, you were afraid to hang up your clothes, because when it was night, it was like someone was watching you. He'll stand up, he'll walk, he'll rush up and beat you...... I think that's the truth about the Clothes Monster. ”

"This ......"

"And the other one, the gluttonous you met today."

As soon as the memory box is opened, there is no need for an uncle to remind you later.

The mustache quickly took it upon himself: "Glutton, with a crocodile head and a bottle of chocolate sauce with him, he only loves to eat the two of us, and he will definitely choose the first ...... of every month"

"Ah, you finally remember."

The uncle breathed a sigh of relief.

He shared his findings with his friends, including the characteristics of Renge-42, and concluded:

Everything is an illusion.

"No...... right"

The mustache stared at the fresh chocolate sauce on his wrist, and his fear became more and more distinct:

"The hallucination says it doesn't exist, but it's already left marks on my hands...... Do you know what I meanArnold, it's not my hallucination, they've all seen chocolate sauce! ”

Thank God for helping him say a few words.

The uncle on the other end was silent for a moment, and said:

"Well, according to a report I just read, the hallucinogenic effect of Renge-42 is very strong, and if you inhale too much, the hallucination can indeed hurt you......"

That's because of overly strong psychological implications.

You believe in it, and it exists;

You believe it can hurt you, and it can do it.

When the uncle explained the contents of the report to a group of people, Xie Tian stared at the piece of chocolate sauce, dipped his index finger in a little, and the two fingers touched, pulling out a few strands of sticky.

Then, on behalf of the player community, he calmly retorted to the communicator:

"I don't agree with that, doctor.

We all wore helmets and only took them off when we ate, and it probably didn't take even a minute to actually breathe into Renge-42. Such a short period of time, with the ingredients we inhale, should not cause such a realistic ...... Hallucination. ”

The player can actually understand what he really wants to say.

This should be the effect of Hell Mode.

The gluttonous has been promoted, and it is a transformation from an imaginary body to an entity.

What's more troublesome is that they can't see it.

This guy is selectively invisible to the player!

The mustache couldn't wait to ask, "Arnold, do you remember how we got rid of the glutton?!" ”

"This, of course, only requires a spell......"

At the end of the call, the uncle said that he would immediately rent a spaceship and set off to pick up the people from them.

"It's the same as in the script......" muttered thankfully.

Jialan looked at him and said a little worriedly, "I'm afraid that there will be something different." ”

Lan Shuying said: "The system will not arrange impossible tasks, what do you think we have now?" Skills and talents are limited, and what they bring with them are instruments, pistols, and this body. ”

She hasn't complained yet.

The instrument is for use in the environment;

The pistol has been determined to be useless against monsters;

What can they do with the kind of shell they have been given?

Going to a duel with monsters to the death?

It would be more practical to run away with a mustache.

Jialan thought thoughtfully: "You mean, monsters can be destroyed, he fantasizes about it, he knows the weakness, and attacking that weakness will definitely work." ”

For example, the mantra that the two founders exchanged.

Anyway, the mustache was convinced.

He wrote down the mantra that his uncle told him in the palm of his hand with homophony, and chanted it when he had nothing to do, for fear that he would not be able to remember it at the critical moment.

……

Today.

June 1st.

It's not a joyous Children's Day.

This is the day when the gluttonous man comes to the door to find trouble as promised.

Knowing that there is a problem with the air here, everyone will not take off their helmets easily, and eat mainly compressed biscuits, and try to breathe as little as possible out of the oxygen cylinder.

Oxygen concentrators and oxygen cylinders have become the most valuable things besides food.

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