MTL - Different Dimension Game-Chapter 261 Unfinished script - I'm back!

[Giant Grinding Wheel] The owner of the Internet cafe, the uncle of the netizen, Wang Hao, was frowning and was in distress.

The rain outside the window was getting louder and louder, and the light rain made him get up and open the window to let the natural breeze blow in, just without turning on the air conditioner.

There are many pieces of paper on the table, all of which are existing clues. There are still many incomprehensible places, and some places have been sorted out.

"Let's sort it out from scratch!"

"The first point is that the 'Dragon' attacked the 'Paradise', indicating that the 'Paradise' is the place where the body of the [False Moon] is located, the moon."

"Combining the off-site information brought by the previous scripts, I can determine that the paradise is located on the 'moon', that is, the huge spaceship of the prehistoric civilization."

"So, I summoned the 'dragon' to attack the paradise, which is completely different behavior."

"Paradise is probably the place where [The Moon of Falsehood] was imprisoned. After being destroyed by the dragon, [Falsehood] broke through the seal and escaped..."

But how can you seal the [Delusional Moon]?

No matter how I think about it, I don't have a good idea.

And the few notes written by Mr. Xiang Hao decades ago also gave Wang Hao a feeling of confusion.

He scratched his hair in annoyance.

"Let's analyze the faction in the paradise again..."

"The security camp is likely to be directly controlled by [Delusional Moon]. The various rules in the paradise are made up by it imitating humans; the monster camp is also controlled by it. Clear out the humans who can't pick up the spar, and then lure new people."

"On the contrary, there are a large number of human camps, mixed with fish and dragons, and there are also a small number of soldiers in the Anomaly Foundation who stick to the paradise."

"The purpose of [The Moon of Falsehood] should be to confuse humans and keep picking up spar for it..."

From the analysis to this point, the distance from the real truth seems to be only the thickness of a piece of paper.

With a single poke, it can be easily broken!

Wang Hao held his breath.

"Spar" may be a special spiritual energy on planetary spaceships. Even the [Delusional Moon] cannot discover the "spar", only human beings can see it.

Therefore, it needs to rely on the subjective initiative of human beings to achieve its own goals.

It gives very loose, beyond the normal park rules.

"This enemy is actually not stingy. According to the usual urination of [Xuanxu], even if human beings say something bad about it, it will kill people. Like Qingtian Hospital, the weird elevator, the truth behind it is simply cruel."

"But in the paradise, it actually turned into a good baby. Human beings talk and spread rumors unscrupulously, but it endures! It must be very ambitious, so it endures."

Wang Hao thought of the key point, and his pupils dilated slightly: "Then what is it trying to endure?"

There is only one answer: escape the seal!

It wants to escape the seal!

The behavior of humans picking up spar can help it escape the seal, so it has to endure!

"Spar—it's the key, it's the authority!"

In Paradise, only human beings can open the seal set by themselves!

Thinking of this key point, Wang Hao's heart tightened, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked at the gradually clearing sky, the sun was still rising in the east and setting in the west, and birds streaked across the sky.

Prosperity and decay are always two sides of the same body. Prosperity is only a moment, and decay is eternal. Prosperity is just to accumulate strength again for the decline, making the decline more heavy.

In the decaying paradise, the drunken human beings live a heavenly life.

But the pair of hidden eyes witnessed the coming and going of people, witnessing that human beings themselves slowly tore apart the powerful seal set by their ancestors.

How terrifying this is!

When the seal is finally unlocked, it will be the day that mankind perishes!

Wang Hao took a deep breath and continued to analyze.

"People who haven't picked up the spar are regarded as a thorn in their side, they are saboteurs and can be easily killed!"

"It is conceivable that there are not many fighters in the Anomaly Foundation, and it is very likely that they have picked up spar, so that they can persist in the paradise for so long. That beggar Lou Ronggen is the nail that the Foundation arranged here. He is not picking up spar. Not the spar, but... must be staring at the second floor, living a poor life, and he is here waiting for the follow-up deployment plan."

"In the past few decades, they have deployed a series of seal plans in the park."

"I have to figure out what the plan is, and then consider the next move."

After figuring out these contents, the world view suddenly became complete.

Under the great evil that black clouds over the city, there are always people who are fighting humbly.

Just like the hints given by the old monk in the prologue.

[After all, it feels that every human being is a maggot in a stinky waterway. 】

[But it won't understand that there are always some maggots willing to do their best to climb out of the stinky ditch and look at the stars in the dark night. 】

【We are all stars. 】

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Wang Hao started a new game with high spirits.

The fifth reincarnation...begins!

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Or the familiar little cave.

Next to him lies the old man, the beggar, and the soldier of the Abnormal Foundation, Comrade Lou Ronggen, who is eating mushrooms with relish.

A perfect fly is just a fly; a flawed warrior is still a warrior.

What's more, it is difficult to tell whether the "sex ruffian appearance" of the old beggar is true or false.

Wang Hao squatted down and smiled at Lou Ronggen: "Brother, brother, are you awake, how do you pick up spar? You should know where there are many spar?"

"Who are you? Am I familiar with you?" Lou Ronggen opened his eyes and grinned, "Want to grab my mushrooms? No way!"

"I ask you, spar, how to pick it up? I've just arrived, and I haven't picked up a spar."

"One dollar for a mushroom, take it if you want it! Do you have the imperial jade liquor? Two bottles."

The old guy is pretending to be quite similar, and he may be talking about some kind of secret code from the Anomaly Foundation.

Of course, Lao Wang didn't know the secret code, let alone the jade liquor.

"Brother, I have some news." Old Wang cleared his throat, "It is said that in the attic on the right side of the third floor, you can go to the spar after a good night's sleep. Is there a saying, or we can get a company together? Go there and pick up something?"

"Where did you hear the news?" The beggar's face changed, "It's impossible, there is no such thing!"

"I need to go there urgently, really urgently! When I first arrived, I have to pick up spar so that I can live a prosperous and happy life."

Wang Hao spoke to himself, emphasizing the word "urgent", "Brother, should you lead me? I'll give you two canned luncheon meat."

New here? !

There were fine beads of sweat on Lou Ronggen's forehead, and it could be seen that he had many questions in his heart.

But here, it's not a good place to communicate.

He gritted his teeth, as if to squeeze a few words out of his throat: "If you have to go, I can take you there. Give me the can!"

After taking the canned luncheon meat, he devoured it, as if he were going to be a full-fledged ghost.

"Brother, don't be so nervous." Wang Hao couldn't help comforting, "We've seen a lot of wind and waves, just go there to pick up some spar. Don't treat it as your last meal."

"Cough cough!" The old beggar couldn't help choking on him, but he was still eating wildly, and gave him a meaningful look, "First time?"

"certainly."

"How's the situation outside?"

"Okay, even that monk is still alive. You should know about that monk, right?"

"yes?"

The two chatted casually. After about five minutes, two cans were eaten, and the old beggar regained some strength and stood up.

"Come on, I'll lead the way."

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The entrance to the third floor of the black hole seems to lead to endless space and time. Who could have predicted that this place is already the moon? Beyond the moon is the true limitless space—the universe.

Lou Ronggen was walking on the road ahead, and he was a little stunned. He suddenly thought of a big question, what do people want in this life?

Come and go, after all, it is empty. When you come, you cry alone, and a bunch of people laugh around you; when you go, you go alone, and a bunch of people cry around you.

And between coming and going, everyone is pursuing something different, and in exchange, it is nothing more than fame, money or honor.

"So, human beings were killed by [it]." Lou Ronggen laughed secretly.

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"Cough cough."

Wang Hao heard the familiar coughing sound again.

If you go in the direction of the cough, you can find a note in the front crack.

"Maybe it's some hints for the newcomer? It may also be that [Delusional] is fishing deliberately, and it also wants to find the last key."

But this time, Wang Hao ignored the cough.

It doesn't matter what the possibility is.

"Little brother, it's just in front... the safe area on the third floor." Comrade Lou Ronggen, who has always been a talkative person, didn't speak much this time, and has been leading the way in a taciturn manner.

The more you know, the more stress you have.

"Are you all right?"

"Of course, I think it's fine, take it easy."

"You've got to get some supplies and bribe the gatekeeper there. I'm an old beggar, and I can't afford a bribe."

"A few more packets of cookies, okay?"

"No problem, enough."

The third floor is a "barely" safe place, and the number of monsters is still small.

And the room leading to the eighth floor was at the end of a certain tunnel with twists and turns, and the lights inside were fairly bright.

A red line is drawn here, which is a safe area.

The structure of the house is relatively complete, with a total area of ​​about 500 square meters, divided into more than 20 small rooms, like a prison. There were also some homeless people who were lying there eating mushrooms, and when they saw Wang Hao coming in, they looked at them vigilantly.

After the cookies were distributed, the homeless let them in.

"Many people can find spar here for the first time. What about you, did you gain anything?" Lou Ronggen said in a low voice.

In his eyes, he also saw something shiny. The spar exudes light like ripples in water, more dazzling than diamonds, there are even more than one - Lou Ronggen has seen at least 10 light spots, some of which are still with subtle colors.

However, he can't pick it up indiscriminately.

He knew deeply what these spar stones meant, so he could only pretend that he didn't see it.

A year, at most one spar is turned in, which is the limit time to ensure safety.

Otherwise, there is a risk of being "cleaned up"!

"I searched carefully..." Wang Hao looked at the room a few times. Most of the supplies here were emptied by the homeless, leaving only some walls and wires that could not be carried.

Grey mushrooms grow out of the walls and become a delicacy for people.

Even a few larger rooms were forcibly occupied by some gangs.

No matter what, sleeping here is more comfortable than sleeping in a cave.

"I still haven't found the spar. Can you tell me what it looked like before?" Wang Hao sat down, picked up the compressed biscuits, and took a few bites to recover his strength.

And handed the last packet of biscuits to the old beggar.

"When I came here, it was already like this." Lou Ronggen sighed, "It is said that it was a communication station a long time ago. There are many liaison officers working in various small rooms, so the sound insulation here is good results."

"I don't understand why people at that time set up the communication station here. But now it's deserted, and even the equipment has been destroyed by the homeless."

"Is that so..." Wang Haoruo realized something.

I suddenly saw a homeless man playing with the radio, and quickly replaced the tattered radio with the price of a bottle of water.

This thing looks a bit old, but it is exactly the same as the radio in the old play "The Tunnel of the Sheep", and the channel can be changed at the press of a button.

Of course, the radio was completely broken, and it didn't make any sound at all.

"How many years have you been here?" Wang Hao asked casually.

"It's been more than 20 years." Lou Ronggen lowered his head, calculated, and finally sighed, "When I get older, I start to forget some things, and I don't know what happened to my wife and children."

"As for what's going on outside, sometimes I'm too lazy to think about it, just like an ostrich."

"It's hard work, everything will be fine, now I'm going to sleep." Wang Hao found that the [Sleep] option appeared above his character.

"Please be careful." Lou Ronggen couldn't help clenching his fists, his body trembled slightly, and muttered, "Be careful..."

He turned around, turned around again, and found that Wang Hao had fallen asleep peacefully.

The last time I saw such a scene was more than 20 years ago.

Mr. Xiang Hao also fell asleep in the same place. Everything is visible.

Since then, he has never woken up again.

It was a gray day. They planned the suffering they would have to bear in the future. The so-called "hope" was still out of reach, and what surrounded mankind was still the impermanence of the world.

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[You are in this small room, and fell asleep quietly. 】

[You are in a daze, after waking up, you find yourself in a strange place. 】

[This may be a dream, or it may be real, you can't tell the difference. 】

[But the subconscious mind tells you that this is the core hub of the 'Paradise', the eighth underground floor - "Sheep Intestine Tunnel". 】

[Go forward, you have no turning back. 】

In the claustrophobic path, darkness like ink poured in from all directions, and Wang Hao once again returned to the quiet and deep tunnel that could only accommodate one person.

"Unfinished script. I'm... back!"

Even with some mental preparation in his heart, Wang Hao was still filled with emotion when he saw the scene in front of him.

Going around and walking around the plot, he returned to the original starting point.

Touching his clothes, he found a sign on his chest with a series of ID codes [07132344] written on it.

He was wearing a thick raincoat, carrying a radio in his arms, and the backpack behind him had something warm beating faintly.

"Plop thump", like a heart, with a subtle sense of weirdness.

The miner's lamp overhead glowed dimly, and Wang Hao turned on the simple radio that he carried with him.

A familiar voice rang out.

Channel 1: "Everyone, hello, who am I? It doesn't matter... Hey, I haven't chatted with you for a long time, how are you doing these days?"

"Sometimes I wonder, what is the source of human troubles? In fact, because of looking too close and thinking too much, people's desires are like a black hole, which will never be satisfied. Greed makes people unable to know themselves; hatred , which makes people lose their minds, and malicious in their hearts; stupidity, makes people's horizons narrow, and the more they live, the narrower they become, which leads to wrong perceptions..."

"I'm sorry to inform everyone that today may be my last day as a host."

"Our radio station is about to close, and today is the day to say goodbye to everyone... Here, I'm here to chat with you about some troubles in life. (*murmur

"*(murmur) Any readers willing to call and talk about their troubles? No? (*murmur

Wang Hao frowned slightly. He still hasn't figured out what this "Channel 1" represents.

The last time I came in, I was too confused and didn't know what to say.

However, it should not be the main body of the [Delusional Moon].

"Maybe it's some kind of good-natured hint?"

But "Channel 1" may have been suppressed by [Falsehood], and I dare not tell the truth... Let's think so.

After listening to this for a while, the channel seems to have switched from channel 1 to channel 2.

A stodgy voice said, "07132344, you've been stuck in place for five minutes. It's better not to fiddle with the radio, channel 1 has been electronically hacked, just raving about the mentally ill."

"Completing this mission, you have a lot of time for rest and entertainment. You can even lie in bed for a month without a problem."

"I see, you want me to send the package to the bottom of the tunnel?" Wang Hao asked, "You have to tell me what's in it. It's beating constantly."

"Some living necessities, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and dangerous chemicals. Follow my instructions, the task is actually very easy." The reply from the other side was quite firm, "According to general experience, it will be completed in less than half an hour. , let's go forward, the road ahead will become narrow, the signal may become poor... In fact, just stick to it for a while... (noise

Electronic sound) Now broadcast standard time 10:22:19, you have entered the intestine tunnel for 6 minutes."

"Don't be troublesome, and don't be curious. Knowing too much is not a good thing... I'm responsible for your safety."

The content of Channel 2 is still exactly the same as in "The Tunnel of Sheep Intestines", the main meaning is to persuade him to deliver the package directly to the destination without causing more trouble.

Wang Hao tried to move a few steps, the signal on the radio was intermittent, and the noise was constant.

He took a big step and walked forward.

The echo of "tap and tap" was uncomfortable.

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