Different Dimension Game

It's just a pity that I don't have any tools at hand, so I can't help this thick layer of rock on the ceiling.

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I studied the recorder again and found that there are only a few simple buttons on it, and one button is a switch.

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Another button is to switch channels.

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Wang Hao pressed it and switched to another channel.

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A serious and rigid voice came from the channel: "07011110, we noticed that you have been stuck in the tunnel for 5 minutes."

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"Don't switch channels at will, don't desert, complete this task, you have a lot of time for rest and entertainment."

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"Go ahead. Complete the task and receive your bonus."

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"Don't stop too much, just walk on the road. Don't get into some strange openings out of curiosity. You are likely to get stuck in it and can't get out."

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No. 07011110, is it me?

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Wang Hao touched his clothes, and sure enough, he found a sign on his chest with a series of numbers written on it: [Employee Number: 07011110].

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Okay, it's really me.

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He took a few steps forward, and the echo of "tap and tap" didn't sound so comfortable.

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The tension of claustrophobia,

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came up.

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A one-time copy, and I don't dare to kill indiscriminately.

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Wang Hao called into the radio, "Hey, can you...can you hear it? Where is this place?"

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The voice on the radio said: "If there is any problem, you can say it directly."

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"I just... I seem to have lost my memory." Wang Hao said, "What happened? Why am I here?"

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The radio was silent for a moment and said, "You have signed a labor contract with our company, and you need to deliver a package to the destination at the bottom of the mine."

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"At the bottom of this tunnel, there are our miners, who need a certain amount of survival resources."

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"Follow our instructions, deliver the package, and receive your payment, understand?"

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"Almost remembered... So, what's in this package?"

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Wang Hao touched the big package he was carrying. It was bulging and had a warm feel.

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There was something faintly beating inside, like a heart "thumping".

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"It is the survival material that miners need. In order to keep it fresh, please do not open it rashly. Otherwise, you will pay a large amount of indemnity. These things are signed in the contract."

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"Remember, deliver it to its destination, follow our command, complete the mission, return to the ground, and receive your reward."

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On the radio, there was a rustling noise.

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Affected by unexplained interference, the communication signal seems to be temporarily interrupted.

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Wang Hao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a little hard to tell.

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Press the button to switch the radio channel again.

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On the radio, there was the sound of heavy breathing and stepping, and the faint sound of water droplets.

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Channel 3.

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"Hello."

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"Hello!" A man's voice came from the opposite side.

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Wang Hao asked, "Who are you?"

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"This ghost place is so **** dark, every day you **** let people deliver things, won't the miners come up and collect resources by themselves!" The irritable man went crazy online: "I don't **** carry any monsters on my back, right? It's hot, It moves again, and it feels like a piece of meat."

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"Are you going to throw it into the eighteen layers of hell, **** it! What miners, what **** survival supplies, who believes in these gods and ghosts."

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"Hey, hello, can you hear me?"

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"Oh, I heard it, heard it."

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"that…"

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The old man said impatiently, "I am your colleague, senior, I have been working for many years!"

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"Don't ask why, I know you have a lot of questions, rookie, and I don't know what's going on. I'm just like you, I just came here to work. Delivery!"

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"Follow their orders, nothing will happen, complete the task, get the money, I have done it many times... I have given a lot, 10,000 yuan per trip, and it will be completed in half an hour if you travel fast, don't ask why. "

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"Oh...is this tunnel underground?"

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Wang Hao wanted to ask more questions.

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"It should be underground, God knows, could it be on the bottom of the sea? In the sky?" The irritable old man said again: "Don't study what's in your backpack, the person who asked why last time has never appeared on this channel again. "

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"I'm still going to die..." Wang Hao said, "Why didn't you call the police?"

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"Dead? You've been smeared, isn't this the state agency that made the express delivery? And there's no evidence, maybe the person who opened the backpack was fired?"

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"Do you think, why do you give so much? This money is so good! Don't ask, just send it directly to the destination, and then receive your 10,000 yuan."

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His voice was a little lower: "In this day and age, the pressure is so great, there are mortgages to pay, parents to support, and children to support, and there is not a penny left. If you get sick, wouldn't it be all over? 10,000 yuan for half an hour. , what you don't do, some people do."

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"That's it, this road is so **** hard, I almost fell."

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"It's a steep **** in front of you. It's not very easy to walk. We'll talk about it later... By the way, don't **** believe those messy words, and don't get into the hole."

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Only the sound of "rustling" snowflakes came from the recorder.

Wang Hao swallowed and thought about it for a long time.

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Pressed the button again to switch the channel.

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The fourth channel and the following channels, there seems to be no one who is wired.

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There was a faint noise of some snowflakes.

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Shasha…

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sand…

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It seemed that someone was laughing.

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whee.

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Hee.

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As soon as he came up, he was so high-energy, which made him a little confused.

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No way, without any main quest, Wang Hao could only face the darkness, use the miner's lamp overhead, and try to walk forward.

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Then he kept fiddling with the radio in his hand, only three channels were able to talk normally.

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On the first channel, the "writer" was full of emotion and chatted about his story on the street.

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But this guy doesn't seem to be normal, and occasionally says some strange things.

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"Sometimes, I have to... I'm not omnipotent, my strength is very limited..."

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"Ordinary people can't actually find this channel."

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"You can hear this voice, it means you have a big problem... (*huge noise) (hee hee laughter)."

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The second channel, which seems to be his commander, often asks him to check the integrity of the package, and then walk along the main road, not into some of the trails.

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As for the third channel, a grumpy old man, who seems to have the same identity as him, is a courier.

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However, it is impossible to tell how real everyone is.

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After a while, he saw four lines of bright red text appear on the wall of the tunnel.

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[I'm trapped here! Run away! Escape in the opposite direction! 】

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[Go forward again, you don't know what will happen, don't you? 】

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[From here, please go to the trail, don't (crossed out)]

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[Liars, they are all liars! (messy text)]

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[Tool man*** (serious text, the following words are crossed out). 】

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These lines of text seemed to be written with blood, and the dark red paint rolled down from the wall, like wriggling tadpoles, with a thick darkness lingering on it, exuding a ferocious and terrifying aura.

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Wang Hao hesitated for a moment and touched the words with his fingers.

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[A cold touch. 】

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[The paint has dried up for a long time. 】

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Turned on the radio again.

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Channel 1, writer (intermittently): "Dong Dongdong (there is a knock on the door

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"You... Who are you? What do you want to do? Deliver a courier? This... What is this! Fuck, what is this?! A package! It contains... (high voice, panic

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"Help~ Gah!

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(*screaming

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"Hee hee (a rustling noise)."

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Wang Hao was dumbfounded when he heard this, what... what is this doing?

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The writer is dead...

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Killed by a package?

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He touched it. The package he was carrying was intact, and the contents inside were still beating, giving him a warm feeling.

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"What's the meaning…"

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He tuned the radio to number 2.

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The serious and stereotyped voice sounded again: "We observed that your mood seems to be unstable, and you have been stuck in a certain place for a while. You may have encountered something in the tunnel and have some doubts, which we can understand. "

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"Such a dark environment will magnify human's cranky thoughts and cause some mental hysteria."

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"You can use the water bottle you carry with you to wash your face."

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Wang Hao washed his face.

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[You feel a chill. 】

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The radio said again: "You have to finish your work. If you have any questions, you can ask, and I will give the answer within my authority."

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"But in the end, you still have to complete your task and deliver your package to the destination."

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"That writer channel, what does UU reading www.uukanshu.com mean?" Wang Hao took a deep breath and asked.

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The radio replied: "Occasionally, it is normal to receive broadcast signals set up by others in the tunnel. This place has a special magnetic field."

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"That channel won't cause any harm. He's just scaring people. You can ignore him or just listen to it and relax. Of course, in most cases, he's scaring people."

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Wang Hao dialed the channel back to number 1.

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Writer: "See, this is the ability to move emotions! (hee hee's voice *seems to be a smug laugh

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"But, you know, I'm just a puppet (sharp *murmur

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Wang Hao was speechless, so... what I just heard was to scare people?

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He dialed the channel back to Channel 2: "What does the voice of another courier mean? Why didn't I see him?"

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The stereotyped voice said: "There are many tunnels, distributed all over the world. Because of the huge resources required by underground miners, you are not alone, and the tunnels are crowded, so under normal circumstances, you will not meet. You will accept Get a signal from an experienced courier and they can soothe your emotions."

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"Of course, sometimes, their experience is not necessarily completely correct."

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