Chapter 711 Carmen

What time is it now.

The mule asked such a simple question.

On the paper prepared before, not only were written the words southeast, northwest, yes, no, etc., but also twenty-four letters and ten numbers.

Mules have been tested,

When I asked where this place was, I could clearly feel another invisible force driving the pen, pointing to different letters and numbers one by one, spelling out the words Dolphin Hotel, 0408.

In other words, the other party can perceive the outside world and respond.

But when the mule asked what time it was now,

The invisible power lingering on the pen began to go berserk for no apparent reason.

The palm of the tugging mule moved wildly across the paper.

Mule's palm was firmly glued to the pen, and he tried to regain control of his arm.

But he was shocked to find that he could not compete with the opponent in terms of strength.

The result of the stubborn resistance was that the right arm was dislocated, and the forearm was folded back at an angle that was painful to look at.

Of course, this is nothing. Players' physiques are far superior to those of ordinary people, and they are generally trained to endure pain.

The pain level of a dislocated arm is not as unbearable as having a bamboo stick inserted into the fingertips or appendicitis.

What really caused trouble was that the power lingering on the pen began to try to control the mule's body in reverse.

He was obviously not smiling, but there was a stiff smile on his face.

Although he was not moving, veins appeared on his arms.

Deep wounds appeared inexplicably on his body, and blood flowed out continuously, dripping to the ground and being absorbed by the carpet.

what happened?

Is it forbidden to ask the time? Or is this the way the note was designed?

As long as they participate, the player's body will inevitably be controlled?

The dizziness caused by blood loss invaded his brain, and the mule's mind raced, desperately thinking about a way out.

The intelligence merchant could feel the coldness spreading along his right arm to his whole body, making his body gradually become stiff and numb.

Now only the left half of the body can still be used normally...

The mule gritted his teeth and was about to use his trump card.

As if he had discovered something, he turned his head as hard as he could and looked towards the door.

One of the skills carried by intelligence merchants,

It is to set up a virtual non-physical eyeball, fixed at a certain position not far from the user, and conduct surveillance like a surveillance camera.

And transmit the picture into the mule's brain in real time.

This skill is called [False Eye Technique], which is obviously a spoof of Gaara's [Sand Eye Technique] in "Naruto".

Although the skill name is funny, the effect is still very reliable and practical.

The summoned eyeball has no entity, is extremely hidden, and can be closed at any time.

Theoretically safe and reliable,

With the help of [Artificial Eyes],

Mule could clearly see that the indicator needle above the elevator pointed to the fourth floor and stopped moving.

Ding dong.

The elevator door opened to both sides, and two figures stood inside.

Black Saint Son and Li Ang.

The Black Saint was still wearing the same clothes as the day he was transported into the script world, standing silently in the corner of the elevator room,

As for Li Ang, he held a piece of white paper nearly one meter wide in his hand, with two lines of words written on it.

The words on the top line are in larger font size.

[Players should not panic when encountering an abnormal event, just do this and let the abnormality call you an expert! 】

The lower line of text is slightly smaller.

[If you are in trouble, please open the door and I will help. 】

There is no doubt that Black Saint Son and Li Ang, who just came down from the fifth floor, are the patrollers tonight.

Mulezi was shocked. As an intelligence businessman, he knew very well the identity of Black Saint Son's identity as the young master of the Other Side Organization.

The organization on the other side is not a good thing.

The Black Saint Son is not a kind person either.

There is quite a lot of information that proves that before he became a player, he acted recklessly and committed many crimes based on his status.

In fact, Mule was very suspicious of Black Saint Son's purpose in applying to be the patrolman tonight - he would not look like the kind of person who cared about his subordinates and would risk his life to go out to investigate the situation for the sake of his subordinates' death.

However, Li Ang can be trusted,

The writing on the white paper he held in his hand was very consistent with his personal style and could not be faked by the Black Saint.

In the blink of an eye, the mule had already weighed the pros and cons.

He twisted his waist as hard as he could, swung his left arm behind him while he was still in control, and released the skill called [Mage's Hand].

From a distance, he released his invisible palm, opened the door lock, and pushed the door open.

"Um?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows in the elevator. With the light in the corridor, he could see the mule with disheveled hair, blood all over his body and a weird dent in the dim room.

Is this doing yoga?

Then this yoga posture is too non-standard.

It is simply more rigid than a corpse that has been dead for twelve hours and has rigor mortis.

(If Miss Chai were here, she would definitely complain about Li Ang’s psychological activities.)

I think about it, my teammates are in trouble and I have to help them.

Li Ang bent his knees slightly, stepped on the floor of the elevator with the soles of his feet, and rushed out of the elevator like a sharp arrow, across the corridor, and rushed to room 0408.

The mule's condition is not optimistic. New deep scars are constantly appearing on his right arm that is holding the pen tightly. The left half of his body is also becoming rigid at a steady speed.

"The content of my note is to play a supernatural game, and I chose Bi Xian,"

While his mouth was still free to speak, Mule spoke quickly: "Everything was normal at first, until I asked the other person what time it was now..."

I don’t know if it was because a supernatural being discovered Li Ang, the intruder.

The negative energy shrouding the pen suddenly accelerated the erosion rate.

Mule felt that his lips were numb from right to left, and when he wanted to speak again, he could only make a muddy sound of "Uh-huh."

Tap tap tap.

The Black Saint in the elevator had also rushed to room 0408 at this time.

Li Angdu once again left the absolutely safe elevator room and came to help other players.

The Black Saint, who vowed to become a patrolman during the day, naturally had no reason to sit idly by.

The soles of his feet appeared on the blood-stained floor in room 0408.

In order to avoid the situation where the elevator door closes and the player is trapped on the fourth floor,

Black Saint also deliberately found a heavy object from the backpack column, which happened to be stuck between the two elevator doors.

In this way, every time the elevator door tries to close automatically, it will be unable to close due to the heavy object jamming the door, and it will stay in the corridor on the fourth floor.

"He is..."

The Black Saint looked at the stiff mule sitting on the chair, frowned, and asked in a deep voice: "Trapped by aliens?"

"Seems to be."

Li Ang glanced at Mule's note and the records he had written with his left hand before, squinting his eyes and reaching out to break Mule's hand holding the pen.

But he found that the mule's arms were as if they were made of iron, motionless. If he applied force rashly, he might break the mule's fingers.

Li Ang thought for less than half a second and made a decision immediately.

Just break it off, he can cure it anyway,

Mule, hold on, I'm here to save you.

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