Lightning sliced through the sky, darkness shrouded the sea, and unease filled the eastern district.

Dark clouds piled down as if they were about to collapse the building overhead.

In the Fu'an supermarket chain, Gao Ming and Zhang Ding stand on the rooftop, surrounded by scrapped goods, which was once a small abandoned children's paradise.

The rusty doll cart is covered with black spots, the merry-go-round is swaying in the rain, and the seesaw of an angel is painted on the fat Fa Cai while squatting with a curious Zhang Struggle.

"It's impossible to write an assignment, not in this life." Zhang Zhan stole a glance at his father's belt and muttered quietly.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, Zhang Ding's expression was serious: "Xia Yang doesn't seem to have acted according to your instructions, he has painted all over the investigation bureau, that madman seems to be fighting with me, he has to fight against the Eastern District Investigation Bureau alone." ”

"He's not fighting you, he's just a pure lunatic." Gao Ming couldn't guess Xia Yang's thoughts, so he took out the black and white photo he got from Xia Yang: "As long as the photo is still there, the problem is still under control." ”

"Are you sure?" Zhang Ding dragged two drawing boards out from behind him, on which were the buildings that Xia Yang had painted in blood, and no matter how heavy the rain was, the paint on the paintings would not become blurry.

The painting on the left is the Lishan Investigation Bureau, and the painting on the right is the Eastern District Investigation Bureau.

There are several indicators marked in these two paintings - the level of danger, the progress of alienation, the percentage of shadow coverage, the number of players surviving, and the probability of Miracle Easter eggs.

"Xia Yang himself summed up the five criteria for judging the strange talk game, now let's see for myself." Zhang Ding didn't trust Xia Yang at all, but he had to admit that Xia Yang was very talented, and he helped Gao Ming design the judging criteria for the weird game scene.

The higher the degree of danger, the higher the player's mortality rate; The percentage of shadow coverage represents how much of the area is swallowed up by the shadow world; The degree of alienation refers to the value of the game's mutation, whether it is out of control, and whether it needs to be interfered with; The probability of the appearance of the final miracle egg was forcibly added by Xia Yang, he is not an absolute evil, he has his own set of standards, the more dangerous and terrifying the strange game with a high degree of alienation, the higher the probability of a miracle.

This is also Mr. Xia's principle of doing things, there is no absolute despair, and the miracle of survival is hidden in the deepest part of death.

Gao Ming glanced at the two paintings, and at first there was not much difference between the values of the two paintings on the left and right, but as the night fell, Mr. Xia didn't know what was going on.

In addition to the number of players surviving, several other stats began to soar, and in line with the Bureau of Investigation's standard of anomalous events, the Bureau of Investigation in the Eastern Region is now equivalent to two Level 3 anomalous events at the same time.

"Special situations require special methods to solve." Gao Ming held Xia Yang's last photo, and his newly replaced mobile phone suddenly rang, and Zhao Xi's voice came out of it.

"High life, there are people in the Lishan Shadow World, they are wearing red ring communicators, and they are different from the people from the Investigation Bureau!"

"Security?" Gao Ming arranged all the ghosts and living people in the Lishan slums to the vicinity of the Eastern District, and only a few old, weak, sick and disabled people remained there.

"They seem to be targeting you! An An and I are looking for a place to hide! Those guys have strange things installed on them, as if they can sense An An's existence, and they seem to know the existence of the posthumous photos! Zhao Xi's tone was hurried, and he was running wildly with An An on his back.

The General Administration knew about the existence of the posthumous photos earlier than Gao Ming, and they seemed to know how to use the posthumous photos, and different security forces were good at different directions.

"An An is the real owner of the photo of phobia, and it is also one of the keys to manipulating phobia, if the investigation bureau is allowed to arrest An An, that group of perverts may do something to An An in the name of justice!" Zhao Xiren is honest, but not stupid at all, he sees it very thoroughly.

"Brother Zhao, you take An An and the others to hide in the shadow world first." It's too late to go back now, and Takami is ready to force the people of the Bureau of Investigation to come back.

Hung up the phone and dialed an unfamiliar number.

"Xuanwen, how are you preparing over there?"

"I've visited all the criminals and bastards you asked me to find, and the backwater forum players have also arrived, and everyone is very interested in the first 'collective super copy' of this weird tale game." In the arrangement of high fate, Xuan Wen replaced Xia Yang's original fate, controlled the Backwater Forum, and gradually became the leader of the player group. In order to help Xuan Wen, Gao Ming also revealed some information about the super criminal in his memory to Xuan Wen, so that the serial murderer who committed crimes in his heart could increase his strength in his own way.

"Don't wait any longer, start now!"

At the same time as Gao Ming gave the order, a giant truck lost control and crashed directly into the main entrance of the Eastern District Investigation Bureau, and then the explosion sounded, night and lightning, heavy rain and fire, and the revenge of the shadow world officially arrived.

……

A freshman at Hanhai University, a part-time delivery worker, Su Mo, who is excellent in character and learning, turned off the takeaway order and adjusted his mobile phone to silent mode.

Breathing heavily, he opened the Backwater Forum again uncertainly, glancing at the "game information" sent by the forum management.

The strange talk dungeon, which was originally scheduled to start at 8 o'clock tonight, has been launched in advance, and all players can start acting according to their own plans!

"The collective copy is ahead of schedule."

Su Mo was originally just an ordinary college student, but in the process of delivering food, he met an aunt with four mouths on her face. The aunt was very nice, but he was directly frightened.

When he came to his senses again and found that he was still covered with a quilt, he ran home at full speed, and began to search for relevant information on the Internet, and finally found some clues in an extremely secret forum.

It turns out that there are indeed strange stories in the city of Hanhai, and the reason why those strange stories do not affect ordinary people is "completely" because of the existence of "strange talk gamers", these players punish evil and promote good, kill ghosts and monsters through strange talk games again and again, strengthen themselves, and obtain inhuman power, while also guarding the dark night of Hanhai.

The more Su Mo learned, the more shocked he became, and after a fierce battle of ideas, he finally made a decision - from now on to say goodbye to ordinary life, join the Backwater Forum, and become a strange talk player!

He had never dared to explore anomalous events, and this group dungeon, which could be attended by multiple people, was a very good choice for him.

Swiping the phone, Su Mo took one last look at the evaluation report of the Backwater Forum on himself - 0 murderous heart, 0 strong body, 0 yin soul, 0 obsession, and 1 brain power......

"After twenty years of ordinary, is it finally my turn to be the protagonist?"

(End of chapter)