The third round of the game also didn't take much time for Qin Fen, well, of course, the main credit still goes to the miscellaneous copycat mobile phone, it is it that refreshes Qin Fen's lower limit again~~

After returning to the silver-white cube, Qin Fen looked down at his watch, a slight burning sensation came, and a familiar hint quickly floated:

"Adventurers who successfully pass the third round of the game 'You at the Table in the Ghost Classroom' will be rewarded with 20 game points."

"Note 1: Every time you complete a game, you will get a certain amount of rest."

"Note 2: The Super Amusement Park will be composed of a mix of adventurers and ordinary people, and will be opened every twenty-four hours, with a maximum of 9 levels. If someone clears the ninth level, the game is over and there will be an extra big prize, and the loser will only receive the basic reward. ”

"Note 3: If no one clears the ninth level before the game is closed, the reward will be awarded to the person with the highest number of clearances, and if the most clearances are completed, the reward will be awarded to the person with the shortest time to complete the level, and the rest will only receive the basic reward."

"Time remaining in this round: 20 hours and 37 minutes."

"The highest number of rounds to break the level at the moment: the fourth level."

"Friendly reminder: The content of the game is randomly generated, except for the survival of the road, the number of participants and the game rules are randomly generated."

"Whew, I've caught up."

After a short rest, Qin Fen began to challenge the fourth round of the game again. This time, he also became the record holder.

……

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the stars are dim.

After Qin Fen came to his senses, he found himself standing halfway up the mountainside with the shadows of the trees, and there seemed to be a cemetery behind him, where he could vaguely see the broken and collapsed tombstones, and in his ears was the rustling ghost cry when the cold wind blew through the trees, and occasionally the screams of night owls, which were eerie and terrifying.

Needless to say, the environment here is dark, the wind is high, the vines are dead, the old trees, and the crows are not willing to stay longer.

"Well, is it another supernatural horror game?"

Qin Fen said secretly, waited for a while, and after seeing that there was no special situation, he jumped on a tree, looked around, and immediately found that there was a brightly lit town at the foot of the mountain.

After he discovered the town, the juggernaut sounded at the right time:

"Game 4: Sin City."

"What's in the game: Earn 100 Good Points."

"Game duration: 120 minutes."

"Recommended locations to get Sins: Maud Caesar Mental Hospital, Blackcurrant Internet Café, Magellan Wan Chai Pier, Joan of Arc Church, etc."

"You're enough, go to the city of sin to earn good values, how do you look at it, how do you disobey it, what's the difference between this and Yuanmu begging for fish!" Qin Fen roared with humble eyes, but unfortunately his arm couldn't twist his thigh, so he could only reluctantly walk along the mountain road towards the town below the mountain.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, in disrepair, and overgrown with weeds, but it is difficult for Qin Fen, and he goes down the mountain without danger along the way.

Ten minutes later, Qin Fen was already standing at the gate of the town.

As in most cowboy western films, a flagpole in the shape of an old liquor store is erected at the entrance of the town, which reads "thecityofevil." ”

"Sin City?" Qin Fen gently touched the bridge of his nose, "It must be very difficult to earn good value or something here." ”

Walking into the town, there is a motel 20 meters away on the left-hand side, of course, you can also think of it as a brothel / 7 days holiday hotel / gas station / small shop / repair station and a series of service complex.

Walking into the motel, a Caucasian man in his forties who looked like Uncle Mario was watching the National Professional Wrestling Tournament with relish, and after the other party casually glanced at Qin Fen, a thin and weak Asian youth, he withdrew his gaze indifferently.

With a slight glance of his eyes, Qin Fen could see the time under the computer screen: 20:34.

"Boss, here's a copy of today's paper." Qin Fen said.

"Oh God, are you an idiot! The newspaper is available in limited quantities every day, and I've already torn up and flushed it down the toilet today, Bichi! ”

"That's right." Qin Fen was not angry, and said with a smile, "Then can you tell me about the interesting things today?" ”

"Interesting?" Uncle Mario waved his hand impatiently, "You don't have long eyes, look for it yourself, and then bother me to kill you with a pipe of pliers!" ”

"Eh, uncle, your attitude is a little arrogant."

"I'm not convinced that you're spraying me!"

"Well, as you wish." Qin Fen was silent for a few seconds, sneered, brewed a mouthful of saliva in his mouth, and spit towards the other party from a distance.

A second later, the drool fell on Uncle Mario's white and tender fat hands......

Immediately afterward, the room fell silent......

"Ge Laozi!" Uncle Mario's face was already an expression of wanting to kill.

The fat and chubby body Huo Ran burst out, picked up a large pipe wrench at his feet, and was about to open Qin Fen's head, but when the pipe wrench was still 0.01 cm away from Qin Fen, his hand Huo Ran stopped, and even because of the loss of strength, his fat face turned slightly red......

"$100, mental damages!" Qin Fen said lightly.

"Ahaha, the wind is so noisy tonight! I haven't fixed the pipes for a long time, and my hands are a little itchy, a little itchy. Uncle Mario took the banknote slowly, rubbed his fingers together, and put it in his pocket, smiling like a crumpled sunflower, "I said how come there are crows on the roof in the evening, it turns out that there are distinguished guests coming to the door, and there is a loss of welcome, and there is a loss of welcome......

Qin Fen's eyes were empty: "Well, it's easy to say~~"

When he went down the mountain, he searched the things on his body, and there was nothing that could prove his identity, but there were hundreds of dollars in loose bills, and the limit of physical fitness was also relaxed, at least four times the level of ordinary people, and his courage was naturally enough.

Just now he found out that the currency used here is a beautiful knife, and it just so happens that Qin Fen has a lot of loose money in his hand, and when the money opens the way, Uncle Mario's attitude naturally comes to a 720-degree Thomas maneuver, knowing everything, answering everything.

Five minutes later, Qin Fen left the motel satisfied. Before leaving, he took a bottle of blackcurrant milk tea, a map of the town, a red scarf and other gadgets from the hotel.

Because according to Uncle Mario, blackcurrant Internet cafes must have blackcurrant milk tea to enter, and the red scarf is the voucher to enter the Maudekaiser Mental Hospital.

In the past five minutes, Qin Fen has learned the general mental outlook of some small town residents, and he can sum it up in eight words-not ashamed, but proud.

Regarding the history and origin of "Sin City", Uncle Mario also gave a more reliable statement:

"This is the farthest place from God, and the townspeople are gold diggers who came here a hundred years ago during the Gold Rush Age, so it is full of murderers, robbers, stepdaughters, drug addicts, thieves, poachers, etc., who eventually took root here and founded Sin City......"

After roughly combing through the collected intelligence information in his mind, Qin Fen strode towards the nearest "blackcurrant Internet café".

I have to say that the publicity of this Internet café is quite good......

The so-called fighting without fighting, and having enough momentum, just like mentioning swordsmen in martial arts, the first thing that comes to mind must be Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng.

Why?

Because the propaganda is in place!

Who doesn't know the sentence that makes countless people fascinated, 'The night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City.' A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly out of the sky'? That's where propaganda comes in.

The owner of this blackcurrant café clearly knows the essence of this, and the outside of the café is decorated with opulence and dazzling eyes.

The strange thing is that the "welcome" at the door turned out to be a large bottle of giant blackcurrant drink more than two meters high, and the inside was about half full.

Walking into the Internet café, a smoky-eyed young man with a Moxigan-style hairstyle and a string of nose and lip rings nailed to his face glanced at Qin Fen, then sighed, threw out a needle, and said lazily:

"Do you want to get on the plane, pay the fee first......"

"What, Miyashi? Boy, you're new here, aren't you? Go into my blackcurrant internet café, who cares about those few dollars! ”

"See the syringe? If you draw a tube of blood, it will be used as a plane fee. ”

The volume of the needle is 500cc, and if you donate so much blood at one time, you may faint if you are a little weaker.

Qin Fen: "...... This Nima is darker than a black Internet café! ”

"What, do you have an opinion?" The young man with the nose ring glanced at Qin Fen contemptuously, then clapped his hands with a sneer, "This is Duke Vladimir's estate, so you can't go wild here!" ”

Buzz -

After two strange sounds, a door behind him "melted" like a piece of jelly, and a Predator walked in from inside, yes, it was the Predator of the three major sci-fi giants in Europe and the United States. (Fictional creatures, a highly civilized alien combat race, close to humanoid in appearance, but with fangs, claws, tall, robust and powerful).

"What's going on?" A humming sound came from under the Predator's mask, and the tone that came out of his mouth was a strange language close to beast language, uncomfortable.

"Oh, someone wants to make trouble ......"

“…… Please take my blood! After sensing the surging pressure on the Predator's body, Qin Fen decisively knelt down.

People are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads, and Wang Han Xin, who is side by side, can endure the humiliation of his crotch, and Sima Qian, who wrote 'the swan song of the historian and the rhyme of separation', can also bear the palace punishment, what else can he not bow his head?

Qin Fen picked up the needle and quickly drew a tube of blood.

"Is there anything else?" The Predator glanced at Qin Fen and hummed.

The young man with the nose ring waved his hand: "It's okay, this kid is still quite interesting." ”

With a black face and a tube of blood for 'Internet fees', Qin Fen walked inside with empty eyes, and vaguely heard the young man behind him muttering: "Hmm, it's almost full, business is not good this month~~"

Almost full? Qin Fen was a little surprised in his heart, and a large bottle of blackcurrant more than two meters high at the door just now came to his mind, and when he walked by just now, he smelled a very faint smell of blood, could it be that it contained more than half a bottle of blood?

But he's only the 9th today, don't you want to fight so hard, hurry up and join forces to sanction this black-hearted Internet café owner!

Qin Fen complained all the way to the second floor, the area of the second floor is quite wide, needless to say, the decoration is not to mention, it is extremely luxurious, at least the price of the crystal chandelier above the head is definitely not cheap. There are about 200 machines, but more than 80% of them are used, and there are many men and women, young and old, and most of them elementary school students.