I Am The Strongest Player In History!

"Oh? Shuangyan Yanran? Xin Qiji's "Ruihexian·Fumei", right? The Queen is really the same as before.

Dianwen touched his chin and smiled, and then began to recite poems in the gloomy room, shaking his head.

"The wild goose frost penetrates the curtain. The clouds protecting the moon are light, and the tender ice is still thin. The stream bed is combed and swept. It is difficult to learn to wear makeup with fragrance and powder. The jade skin is thin. It is heavier and lined with dragon silk. Leaning on the east wind, With a beautiful smile, I hope that thousands of flowers will fall in shame."

"Good poetry, good poetry."

After reading half of the poem and feeling good about himself, he continued to complain... ah no, look down.

"This kid should use his real name. He is indeed the second generation of rich people."

"Well, that flat-bun hair looks so serious, I didn't expect it to be a middle-school disease. And Montessori, why don't you say Bai's? I, the God of Killing, will crush you to death with one hand!"

When he saw the end, he let out a light sigh.

"Why is there one more person? And...Qixin Begonia...this name sounds a bit familiar.~"

Because I watched a lot of live broadcasts in the past few days, Dianwen immediately remembered that this was the name of MIS-S's anchor.

Then combined with the barrage sent by some MISS fans in the live broadcast room, he knew that the other party had used some kind of prop to enter the game by mistake.

He didn't care much about innocuous things. After taking a final look behind the barrage, he closed the live broadcast interface and looked around.

And seeing this, he was speechless.

This is really his room. Because of the ghostly atmosphere, he just took a look and didn't even notice it.

"Ha! Look what I said before, a horror game based on my own room, I'm so excited just thinking about it!"

Hmm... Brother Wen's brain circuit is so amazing.

The others were probably crying with anger at this time, but he was extremely happy.

He climbed out of bed and looked around. The layout, furniture, and even the order of the books were exactly the same as his room.

Re...

He walked to the window and looked outside. It was dark outside, shrouded in thick fog, and raining continuously. In addition to the vague shadows of some buildings, there were also some strange sounds coming from outside.

Dit…

He tried to turn on the light, but there was no response. The room was dark without even moonlight, especially in a few corners, it was so dark that one couldn't help but wonder if a ghost would suddenly emerge from there.

Absolutely, this kind of thinking does not exist in law.

After observing for a while, he walked to the door, grabbed the door handle and turned it.

The next moment!

Snapped!

The door shook slightly, as if someone tapped the door, and a bloody handprint suddenly appeared at Dianwen's line of sight.

[The door cannot be opened]

At the same time, standard horror game prompts pop up.

"Ahhh! I'm scared to death!"

"Damn, I'm scared to death!"

"Humph, luckily I had expected it. It would be so scary to play Contra and Mario completely, let alone a real horror game."

"I really envy you for being so bold at times like this."

"Meow? Why are you so brave? I just prepared diapers!"

In sharp contrast to the howls of ghosts and wolves in the live broadcast room, Dianwen was so calm that he was almost inhuman. Not only was he not frightened, he even moved his head forward, sniffed the blood fingerprints with his nose, and then touched it with his hands.

Finally confirmed…………

"Well, it is indeed blood."

Again, Brother Wen is not an ordinary person.

"Ha, escape rooms, right? I'm good at this."

The frightened audience wanted to ask Brother Qiao what he was not good at.

Dianwen stared at the bloody handprint for a while, then suddenly raised his right hand and covered the handprint with his palm.

Perfect match!

"That's it. Do you want to imply that I will die here today? Or do you mean that decryption requires a bloody fingerprint?"

"Da..."

He made a standard gesture of a ten thousand year old elementary school student, thinking that this might have nothing to do with the puzzle at all, and was simply a bloody handprint meant to scare him.

"Hmm! It's also possible that the one who just tapped the door was actually 'my' soul [wanting to warn me not to go out?"

It has to be said that mental patients have a broad mind, and even this possibility has been thought of by him.

"Anyway, let's investigate the room first."

Putting this question aside for the time being, Dianwen began to search his room busily.

In fact, it is much more difficult to search and investigate your own room than that of others.

For example, there is always a situation where someone wants to find something one day, and ends up rummaging around in his room for a long time [and finally finds it within easy reach.

This is because the human brain has a protective mechanism that filters out useless information, and the place within reach is classified as "useless" by the brain.

There's no way I wouldn't have noticed that thing if it were placed here.

0‧Please give me flowers...

Such thoughts work almost subconsciously, causing us to ignore searching for that place.

For another example, can you remember in an instant that there are nine keys hanging on your keychain?

Can you remember how many drawers you have in your room in an instant?

Definitely, having said so much, in fact it is only for ordinary people, and we are not ordinary people.

So half an hour later, he confirmed that there were no changes in his room, except that the optical notebook he placed on the table could not be opened.

"It seems that the key to decryption is to open the computer. Need a password? Blood fingerprint? Room? Rain? Fog?"

Dianwen sat cross-legged on the ground, deep in thought in this eerie environment.

A few minutes later……………

"It turns out the hint is here."

His eyes lit up, he stood up immediately, and then took off his clothes without saying a word.

Definitely, he still had some moral integrity and didn't take off his pants.

So, while a group of idiots were drooling and their eyes were glowing green, he completed an examination of his whole body and finally discovered the problem.

nail.

"Ha, everyone, look."

He raised his right hand and gave the camera a middle finger.

Just when the audience thought he was mocking, his next sentence arrived.

“The nail on my middle finger is a little longer than the nails on the other fingers.

He stretched out several other fingers for comparison. After he said this, the audience really discovered the subtle difference.

"I'll go! Who can discover this?"

"Asking Brother is going against heaven!"

"I'm asking, brother, have you been looking at your nails at home these days when you have nothing to do?"

"Asking brother to be mighty!"

Dianwen strolled to the front of the optical notebook and said with a smile: "The system prompts are already very obvious. It's just that I have always ignored that the game introduction can also be used as a prompt. You wake up in your own room, but are you sure, 'Are you still you?"

"The first tip is to find out what's different about me."

He stretched out his middle finger and pressed the fingerprint unlock button on the optical notebook.

"This different middle finger is the password."

...

The door is open!

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The Queen's first show makes me a little excited just thinking about it. .