In terms of appearance, this building, which claims to be the main venue of the White Night Festival, is not much more upscale than those abandoned villas. The same two-to-three-story structure, the same exterior walls crawling with unknown vines, the same area is not too large, although enough for a few people to swim in it, but not enough to play any large-scale tricks.

It wasn't until he walked inside that Xiang Nanxing was ridiculously wrong.

The tall body-testing equipment in the preparation room near the entrance was enough to blind his eyes, and the jaw dropped even more when he passed by the central management room. From the surveillance equipment, you can see not only the situation in the whole house, but also what is happening in various parts of the island. There are three walls of the hundreds of square meters of management room covered with dense monitoring screens, in other words, patients with dense phobia will faint just by looking at it, and ordinary people will inevitably be dazzled for a few minutes, let alone carefully observe the content in each picture. However, the staff here seems to be open, although they are all busy, but they are orderly. There are people who are responsible for observing, there are people who are responsible for recording, and there are people who constantly move and coordinate between several groups of people, and a team works together to think about everything on the island like a human brain.

Xiang Nanxing tried to stare at it for a while, even if he just looked at the changes on the screens near the entrance, he felt his eyes tired for less than two minutes, let alone continue to process the information in them. He smiled wryly and said to the person next to him: "This job looks difficult, but I didn't expect it to be even more difficult to do, it's really amazing." ”

His words were somewhat coquettish, but the man in charge of bringing him in only smiled politely, and did not even see a hint of pride. Shen Lingshuang left before entering the house, and according to the rules, since she chose to bet on the players participating in the game, she had to avoid this link and not continue to follow forward.

So the one who led them to the venue became this ordinary-looking little man next to him.

"Floating Ice" Xue Yan, the No. 37 host, is not very ranked at first glance, but after all, he is a regular host with a ranking, and his strength has long been recognized by the organization. Nangong Qian secretly told Xiang Nanxing at the first glance that this person was definitely a master shooter, and he was definitely among the best in Nangong's family. And judging by his walking pace and demeanor, he is good at shooting on the most difficult moves, as well as all kinds of rapid fire.

Xiang Nanxing thought so. He didn't have the professional vision of Nangong Qian, but he came to the same conclusion along another observation channel. It's just that whether this host is strong or weak has little to do with them at this time, and he knows that the role of the host at this stage is still reflected in maintaining the order of the game as before. As long as it is not an intentional violation, there is no need to consider the conflict with the host for the time being.

"In this way, it is equivalent to the issuance of an additional ticket. But the quota remains the same. ”

This is what the other party said when they exchanged the "admission ticket" to the host in the early morning. At first glance, it sounded like casual chat, but Xiang Nanxing heard the important information that the other party wanted to remind them of.

If you want to understand the phrase autumn and summer at a deeper level, it is not difficult to understand the meaning. The number of tickets has exceeded the actual number of places, which means that it is not enough to have a ticket, but also to go through a screening process before the official admission.

And at this stage, their opponents will not yet be the hosts, but - other players.

Passing past the central management room, they continued on, and when they reached another large room inside, the style of painting suddenly changed. The previous rooms were all dominated by technology cards, and they looked like high-tech management centers, but when they walked here, the surroundings suddenly became like a high-end club. This place not only has comfortable sofas and coffee tables, but also a bar with various wine bottles, and even a pool table in the corner, as if it is really a common high-end leisure club.

"Stay here for the time being until the people are gathered. Don't make any moves. Yukihiko said simply, then put his hands behind his back and retreated to the corner of the room to stand. Xiang Nanxing and Nangong Qian saw that at this time, there were already several hosts in black suits like Xue Yan standing in the room, and they were standing in all corners with expressionless faces, as if a programmed robot was rigidly monitoring the people in the room.

Although it seems that the ranking of these hosts is not too high, they are not inferior to each other, probably about the same as Xueyan in the thirty-seventh place. However, even if it is a middle-level host, standing here also represents a powerful force deterrence. In addition to their personal strength, they are backed by a whole host organization, and standing here means that the rules of the island are still operating in this closed room.

Violators will be purged and, on the other hand, as long as they don't break the rules, they won't be interfered with in whatever they do. This is the norm of life on this island.

Simple, unpretentious, but effective.

However, this is not the best time to think about what it means to be a host. Like Xue Yan who brought in with Xiang Nanxing and the others, the other four hosts standing in the room at this time also served as the player's guide role, they were here, and of course the players brought in were also here.

And among these few people, there is a guy familiar with Xiang Nanxing. For example, the young man who was standing in front of the bar at this time, he bent over and leaned forward, as if admiring the various red wines on the bar, but his eyes drifted to this side from time to time. When he met Xiang Nanxing's gaze, while the others in the room were not paying attention, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a relieved smile.

This is Liang Jingmo, the person who once took him to participate in prison gambling on the ship, freed him from the siege, and helped him get out of prison early. From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is Xiang Nanxing's benefactor. However, Xiang Nanxing has never been able to understand what he is thinking, no matter how he sees himself, there is no value in letting him help to this point, but he just did it. This doesn't make sense just by being on a whim.

Even now, I still can't see through him. But Liang Jingmo obviously didn't want the two to act like they knew each other at this time, so Xiang Nanxing's gaze only stayed on him for a short time, and then moved to another player.

Beyond the bar, in front of the only billiard table in the room that seemed to be decorative, there were actually three men fighting. One of the two men holding the club was bald and tall and stout, while the other was tall and thin, with a ponytail tied up, standing together in a contrast. The one who was the shortest was the shortest, and he also had a club, but he looked like he was average, and he spent more time just watching from the sidelines, and occasionally he had to go off the court after a shot or two.

These three people Xiang Nanxing had never seen before, but Nangong Qian, who had lived on the island for a little longer, knew about them.

"Wang Bei, Huo Yinan and Wu Wenfeng."

She said with a stern face: "These three are all some of the best strongmen here, and they have not been on the island for a short time, and they have their own business forces. The bald one is Wang Bei, and the tall, thin and long-haired one is Huo Yinan, these two people have stayed the longest, and the two of them can be said to be like their names, one north and one south, each occupying a hill, and each has a man underneath. Wu Wenfeng has been on the island for a short time, and his power is weaker, but he can start from scratch to the point where he is almost equal to the other two, and his ability is not ordinary. ”

"Hmm." Xiang Nanxing replied and took these information into his mind. Information is important, but the most important thing is to observe every performance of the other party in the game, after all, you can get a ticket, and few people who come here are fuel-efficient lamps, and the other party has such a resume, Xiang Nanxing is not surprised at all.

As he continued to look over, he saw a strange man. Of all the players, he is the most distinctive. Everyone else showed their faces openly, but he wore something like an iron mask on his head, which blocked his eyes, nose and most of his face, and only the part of his mouth was exposed, so that he could speak. From Xiang Nanxing's point of view, it was impossible to see how he fixed the mask on his face, perhaps in the helmet style, or with something like a belt tied behind his head. Xiang Nanxing thought to himself, if it was the latter, maybe there would be a chance to take off the mask and see the true face of Lushan below.

About this person, even Nangong Qian can't say. "I've never seen or heard of a player on the island who is wearing a mask." She said, "I guess the other party has a grudge with someone here, so I wore a mask to avoid being recognized." ”

Xiang Nanxing nodded. Unlike other players who either pretended to be familiar with it, or had thoughts and didn't want to recognize each other, when Xiang Nanxing looked over there, the masked man who was originally looking at the billiard table suddenly turned his face and looked at him from a distance. At this moment, a wonderful sense of familiarity suddenly surged in Xiang Nanxing's heart, as if the two had met before.

However, if you think about it, he didn't have any acquaintances here before that. From this side, it can be estimated that the masked man is similar in size to him, and the shoulder width should be slightly wider, so that the thin Xiao Leping can be directly excluded. And the players he has encountered in the past two days are tall or short, fat or thin, and few have this standard physique, let alone just a game of fighting, and the impression is not so impressive.

Thinking about it, the only one who meets the conditions and is familiar enough is Shen Junhao, who has participated in the "Three Kingdoms Game" like them. However, Xiang Nanxing remembered that he seemed to have fled after the failure of the game, and his whereabouts were unknown, and judging from the fact that the host finally paid the reward, his ending should still not escape death. Taking a step back, even if he had escaped at that time, the sea was so big, it was impossible for him to come to this island and appear at the White Night Festival in the right place.

It's thinking too much about yourself, and it should.

Xiang Nanxing thought about it as he cast his gaze on the last player standing in the corner with a cane. At this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted sharply. He was originally controlling his emotions and mood, but he screamed out loudly.

"Shen Junhao!"

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