The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 225: The first loser

…Huh?

This “Skeleton Man” actually took the initiative to talk to me?

Has this kind of conversation happened before?

Longjing Cha was a little surprised. He raised his head and found that the others were as surprised as him.

——That means no.

Strange, how on earth this conversation was triggered…

Longjing Cha thought in his mind, but a kind and convincing smile immediately appeared on his face: “We do have something to do, and we would like to ask you for help…”

“Oh! Please just say it,” the young man said confidently, “I happen to be very free today!”

“Then let’s get to know each other formally.”

Longjing Tea stretched out his hand, shook hands with the young man, and put on a serious expression on his face: “I am the patrol officer of Longjing Tea, and I am also the ‘Special Magic Consultant’ of Angus City. .”

“…Oh oh!”

The white-haired boy was a little nervous when he heard this.

He reached out and wiped it randomly on his pants, shook hands with Longjingcha and bowed slightly to him: “Hello, Officer Longjingcha! My name is Midas, and I am…well, a student.”

…Midas? So this is your real name, Chip Bones?

Longjing Cha’s brows trembled.

This name sounds so familiar to him…

——Hand of Midas!

And this name seems to be that of a king in Greek mythology who asked for the golden touch and ended up giving it to his daughter… This is also the origin of the word “golden finger”, but I can’t remember the other details clearly. .

Damn it, I wish I could use Baidu…

Longjing Cha vaguely realized that there seemed to be some secret hidden in Mr. Bones’ real name.

But this appearance… is this what he looked like before he became a god?

No, no, definitely not.

Chicken Bones must have been a giant before becoming a god, and giants not only have an average height of more than three meters, but also have only one eye.

But Midas is obviously an ordinary human being.

He even looks a little thin.

——Is he really the Bone Man?

Longjing Cha once again had such thoughts of self-doubt.

“Let’s not talk so much,” Longjing Cha thought in his heart, but was not worried. He controlled his expression and asked the young man calmly, “It is getting dark, do you have a place where we can stay? This is Being in the middle of nowhere is obviously not a good place for conversation.”

When he said this, he was actually making insidious remarks.

This is to test whether these “NPCs” know that after dark, people will go crazy and attack each other.

But the boy didn’t react at all.

He just looked like “Damn it, I seem to have forgotten to do my homework”: “Speaking of which – I came here to find my tutor!”

“Hey, will that take up your time?”

Longjing Cha asked seemingly concerned.

The young man shook his head with a sad look on his face: “Forget it, it’s too late… But let’s still walk to the city. This is really not a place to talk.”

“Well, but…what are you doing here? Are you coming back from outside the city?”

Longjing Cha continued to ask insinuatingly.

Unexpectedly, this time I asked for some important information:

“…What outside the city?”

The young man turned around in confusion: “[Outside the city]… what is it?”

Longjing Cha’s pupils shrank slightly.

An inexplicable and unreasonable feeling of fear made him swallow.

Because they didn’t have motorcycles, they wasted a lot of time walking back. When we finally sat down in a coffee shop, the sky was already starting to turn slightly red – it was sunset.

On the way, Longjing Cha also asked him some information that gave him a headache.

The thin, white-haired young man who was suspected of being the “skeleton man who lost his memory” seemed to have no idea about “outside the city”.

According to the things mentioned in his narrative, no one in this city has ever left the city – or in other words, they have no concept of “things outside the city” at all.

This is a fragment of the world with “only one city”.

When asked about history, Midas was completely unclear. He hasn’t studied history… and he doesn’t care about what the future holds.

Although there is a complete set of world logic here, it seems like a fragment cut out of it… even the opposite of an ordinary nightmare. In a normal nightmare, every being is completely real, and it’s even possible to detect that it’s a nightmare.

And here, everyone takes this city for granted.

In this real world, everyone is not real enough.

When Longjing Tea asked “What are you going to do?” the young man replied without hesitation – he wanted to show his thesis to his tutor.

But he was not willing to show the players what the specific paper was.

As for what will happen after showing the paper to his tutor, he doesn’t know.

When Longjing Cha asked him what he planned to do in the future, he also looked confused.

——Taoyuan Township.

Soon, players realized what it was.

There is no “outside” and “inside”, no “war” and “destruction”, and even the concepts of “past” and “future” are blurred. There is little to say about the past, and no hope for the future.

This is truly…a group of “extremely happy” people who “live in the moment”.

Another idea was born in Longjing Cha’s mind.

——Are they really real people?

This is too much like some kind of program.

Soon, while the players are waiting quietly.

Night fell quickly.

After the sun set, it suddenly became inexplicably quieter… But Longjing Tea couldn’t tell what had changed for a while.

“Let’s go find someone else first?”

Longjing Cha asked several other people.

The delicious goose nodded.

He said in a deep voice: “Let’s go find the centaur first. If she hasn’t gone crazy yet, we should be able to find more clues…”

“What about Midas?”

“Why don’t you let Dove look at him? Dove’s nose is pretty good too,” Yummy Feng Goose smiled and touched Dove, whose real name was Chocolate, next to her. “If necessary, she can also Come here after smelling it…”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

Because just now, Dove suddenly opened her mouth wide – her mouth expanded five or six times in an instant, biting off the unsuspecting delicious goose’s left hand and his upper body in one bite, and swallowed it.

“…Dove?!”

Longjing Tea was suddenly shocked.

——When exactly is it?

And didn’t Dove say it was okay before?

But his inquiry received no answer.

In the blink of an eye, he was the only player left.

Dove didn’t even speak.

“Huh huh huh…”

A threatening grunt sounded deep in her throat.

The pupils were shining like wild beasts.

Ripples of light suddenly rippled in the cafe – like trees drawn with crayons rising from the surrounding walls, the lights became dim.

Dove jumped high and landed among the branches of a tree drawn with crayon.

The cool moonlight shone on her body.

——That colorful fur has never looked more like a monster than this.

But that’s it.

Cold air spreads from the floor and then gathers.

The invisible and qualityless cold air is restrained into a lotus, slowly gathering slowly and quickly, like the petals of a lotus closing.

The girl with long pink-purple hair and an exquisite face like a doll calmly opened the door of the cafe.

The next moment – “Monster Dove”, who turned into an ice sculpture, slowly disappeared as if wiped away by some invisible force.

Also disappearing are the surrounding illusory walls like a witch’s barrier.

The surrounding environment has once again retreated into a coffee shop.

“Celicia…”

Ai Lei made a surprised sound. ~IndoMTL.com~ Hearing this, Selicia was slightly startled.

Then she showed an ambiguous smile and narrowed her eyes: “Call me captain, little Ailei…

“——You should know. Where are we?”

Her voice was low and slightly dangerous.

But we can still communicate to some extent.

Ai Lei said anxiously: “This is…”

She just finished speaking.

The door of the cafe opened again.

“Celicia,” the middle-aged man asked with a frown, “Is there still a place?”

“Oh, yes, teacher!”

Celicia turned her head respectfully and showed a heartfelt smile to the middle-aged man.

It was a smile that was sincere and attached, even a little fanatical.

But the figure of this person who came in made Longjing Cha’s pupils shrink slightly.

On his right thumb, there is an ice ring that exudes a cold air, and he is leaning on a heavy cane. There is still no expression on his face, his pupils are cold and his expression is as stiff as a puppet.

His posture and appearance seem to be somewhat similar to…that “Winter Defying Man” Vladimir. But he is much younger than the old man.

Just like… a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

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