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Zheng Ming glared at the sick young man

"Don't listen to his nonsense. We are a group. How can we kill each other? If anyone wants to choose the second path, which is to go against everyone, we will definitely deal with him first."

Zheng Ming glanced around the crowd and suppressed the thoughts of several people.

"What's more, there are many of us. As long as we work together, we can definitely find out the identity of the judge."

"Oh, that's right!" The sickly young man looked at Zheng Ming

"There is a judge hidden among us. Maybe it's you."

"How else would you keep establishing your image as a good guy?"

"So, it might be you." Zheng Ming retorted.

"but!"

Zheng Ming raised his hands flat, palms down, making a quiet gesture.

"There is no point in being suspicious of each other. Our purpose is to clear the dungeon and obtain official resident status."

"Continuing to doubt each other will only make the real judge get what he wants! I can swear that I am not a judge, but I will try my best to find a judge. Are you willing to believe me?"

Zheng Ming was very wise and did not argue with the sick young man. He turned around and looked at everyone with sincerity in his eyes.

The others looked at me and I looked at you, hoping that Zheng Ming, who was not a judge, could lead them through the customs. They also felt that the young man's words made sense. Zheng Ming's behavior after entering the dungeon might be that the judge was trying to gain trust. During the hesitation, someone spoke first.

"I, I believe you." It was the old man with gray hair who responded actively.

"I also believe you are not a judge."

"I believe it too."

More than a dozen people expressed their trust in Zheng Ming one after another, but it is unclear whether they really think so in their hearts.

"I believe you too." After watching enough of the show, Wen Ruo also expressed his "trust" in Zheng Ming.

She also thought that Zheng Ming was not a judge. The system said that the identity of the judge had already been determined. If Zheng Ming was a judge, he should have known about the dungeon mission. So when the system prompted the dungeon mission just now, Zheng Ming should have pretended to be gregarious and thinking.

Instead of showing other emotions, such as regret.

However, the real judge is also very smart. From the beginning of the copy to the present, in Wen Ruo's observation, there has been no clue.

After everyone expressed their opinions, the sickly young man seemed to want to say something more, but Wen Ruo took the initiative to cut him off:

"Then, can we continue to eat? After all, it will be seven o'clock soon."

Wen Ruo pointed to the food on the table, cream of mushroom soup, Spanish Liberian ham, foie gras steak, and many other things she wanted to try.

[Article 4, no more than 2 players can be in a room after dark, otherwise the judge will be attracted. 】

"That's right, let's have dinner first to replenish our strength so that we can cope with possible situations that may arise next."

Zheng Ming glanced at Wen Ruo who was speaking, took the step handed to him, and changed the topic.

"Then I'll start!"

Wen Ruo smiled at Zheng Ming, and then moved on to the foie gras steak that he had heard about for a long time.

I have to say, the taste is still very good.

When the wall clock on the wall facing the dining table pointed to 6:52, everyone had basically finished their dinner. Wen Ruo put down the tableware with satisfaction and looked outside the room. The hazy night had taken over and the sun was only a small circle.

The arc still exudes a little bit of afterglow.

Zheng Ming knocked on the table.

"Since everyone believes in me, I can't live up to everyone's trust. I will definitely lead everyone to work hard to pass the customs. There is still a little time, so everyone can briefly introduce themselves and exchange names to facilitate future cooperation."

Seeing everyone else nodding in agreement, Zheng Ming continued:

"Although I have already introduced you, let me take the lead again and introduce myself. My name is Zheng Ming. I have entered the dungeon twice and cleared the first floor of the Black Tower."

After Zheng Ming finished speaking, as expected, he received admiring looks from everyone.

Among the 20 people, Zheng Ming is confident that he is the strongest. Although clearing the first floor of the Black Tower is a basic requirement for all base residents, the rest are either old, weak or sick. They are all exiled refugees and have no ability at all.

Clear the first floor of the Black Tower.

【Level 1 of Black Tower】?

It sounded like a more difficult type of copy. Wen Ruo secretly remembered the term. "Three No Time Travels" just didn't work, and it didn't even provide the most basic world science.

"I am Xu Qi." The sick young man continued, "I have entered the dungeon twice before and cleared the first floor of the black tower."

After speaking, Xu Qi glanced at Zheng Ming slightly provocatively.

Zheng Ming's eyes darkened, but he held it back, smiled generously, and shook his head, as if he regarded Xu Qi's provocation as a child's ignorant play and didn't care at all.

"My name is Tian Rongjun." He was an old man with gray hair on his temples who was always the first to support Zheng Ming.

"I only experienced a dungeon once. When I entered, I found a place to hide inside. I don't know how long I hid. The system said that I had cleared the level and everyone else was dead."

Tian Rongjun trembled, as if remembering some bad memories, and the folds on his face wrinkled, making him look older.

Next to Tian Rongjun, besides Wen Ruo, was the only girl in the field: "Ming Yeqing, two copies." As everyone looked over, they found that her eyes had a lot of white parts, and the black parts were especially small.

"My name is Zhang Wen, and I have experienced a dungeon." It was the elegant middle-aged man wearing an old shirt.

"Fu Jing, people who know me usually call me Brother Fu, twice." It was a young man with a few strands of yellow hair who was also one of Zheng Ming's allies. After speaking, he moved his forehead coquettishly.

bangs,

Next it was the turn of a short boy, about 1.5 meters tall, but with a handsome face. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at other people. He spoke very quickly: "Fang Yi, one copy."

(Currently, the characters with more roles in this copy have been introduced. In order to avoid readers being criticized for their word count, we will skip the remaining twelve characters and pretend that they have been introduced.)

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After everyone was introduced, the living room became quiet again, waiting for Zheng Ming to speak:

"I just counted the rooms on the second floor. There are exactly ten bedrooms. There are two of us per room. Considering that some situations may arise tonight, let's help each other. The stronger ones take the initiative and the weaker ones form a team.

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"Also, it's best not to sleep tonight, or at least leave one person awake. On the first night, I'm not sure what to expect."

Zheng Ming looked at the clock hanging on the wall in the living room and saw that there were only three minutes left.

"It's quite late now. There can't be more than two people in a room after dark. Everyone should form a team as soon as possible and find a room on the second floor to rest. We will look for clues together tomorrow and work hard to pass the level!"

After Zheng Ming finished speaking, his eyes turned around everyone, and then walked towards Tian Rongjun.

"Let's form a team. Since we said we will work together to pass the level, of course I have to set an example first." Zheng Ming's honest face always wins the trust of others, especially this old man who has been supporting him.

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Wen Ruo took his eyes away from Zheng Ming, thinking deeply. He turned his head and saw Xu Qi walking towards him.

"You look quite weak, but I'm pretty strong. Let's form a team!"

Wen Ruo looked Xu Qi up and down.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"You don't believe in Zheng Ming's kindness, right?"

Xu Qi suddenly came closer and expressed his thoughts:

"I don't believe him either, and, according to my observation, you are not that simple either. How about the two of us working together?"

"How can you? With my small body, my shoulders can't resist, and my hands can't lift. Are you afraid of holding you back if you join a team with me?"

Wen Ruo looked pitiful.

"Hmph, you haven't spoken much since you entered the dungeon. You have been collecting environmental information. You are very rational. When the system prompts you, not only are you not surprised, but you are curious and friendly."

Xu Qi paused for a moment and said uncertainly

"excited?"

"You are excited about entering the dungeon."

"Then it's possible that people are too scared and don't know when they will die, so they don't dare to speak. As for excitement, you are wrong!"

Wen Ruo raised his arms and hugged himself tightly, his eyes filled with moisture. He looked at Xu Qi and frowned because of his tone. He was very happy. This was also Wen Ruo's adjustment to his own state. Although Wen Ruo had always maintained

Reasonable, but it is inevitable that there will be some accumulation of negative emotions.

Xu Qi glanced at Wen Ruo suspiciously, as if he was wavering in his opinion, but soon he became firm again.

"No, I believe in my opinion. If you are afraid, then I am pretty strong and I will protect you."

"Okay, you must protect me."

Wen Ruo smiled and agreed to his invitation to form a team.

Two of the three members of Zheng Ming's alliance formed a team, and another young man named Fu Jing found an older-looking person to form a team.

Zhang Wen was so thin and weak that no one wanted to team up with him, so he finally teamed up with an equally weak old man.

The same is true for Fang Yi and Ming Yeqing. Although Zheng Ming proposed complementarity between strengths and weaknesses and set an example, in the dungeon, everyone wants their teammates to be stronger and have a greater chance of survival. They really want to find those who are weaker than themselves.

There are very few people who form teams.

After quickly forming a team, everyone hurried upstairs. The rooms on the second floor had serial numbers on the doors. Zheng Ming and Tian Rongjun chose room No. 3.

When Wen Ruo and Xu Qi went upstairs, there was only room No. 10 with no one to choose from.

After entering the door, there is a bedroom completely decorated in a modern style. The parquet floor is clean and shiny. The floor is covered with a white blanket. The walls are light-colored. There is a large mirror hanging on the wall. There are light bulbs around the mirror.

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The shape of the mantelpiece is simple and elegant, with a modern clock inlaid in the middle. Next to it hangs a shiny chrome frame, with a large piece of parchment framed inside, with a poem, or nursery rhyme, written on it.

to be appropriate.

Wen Ruo stood in front of the stove and read this nursery rhyme, thoughtfully:

"Ten little soldiers went out to beat their teeth to offer sacrifices; unfortunately they choked, and only nine out of ten were left.

Nine little soldiers held candles until midnight; but when called early in the morning, they did not answer, so only eight of the nine were left.

Eight little soldiers, traveling to Germany; lingering around, only seven of eight are left.

Seven little soldiers raised their axes to chop firewood; they accidentally chopped off their heads, leaving only six out of seven.

Six little soldiers stirred up a hornet's nest; there was nowhere to hide when the bees came, and there were only five left out of six.

Five young soldiers, all working as lawyers; the imperial court sentenced them to death, and only four of the five were left.

The four little soldiers went to the beach together; the herring swallowed the belly, and only three of the four were left.

Three little soldiers, playing in the zoo; a slap from the bear, and only two of the three are left.

Two little soldiers roosted under the sun; the poisonous sun took away their lives, leaving only one of them.

A little soldier, all alone; after spending his whole life, there is not a single one left."

Wen Ruo rubbed his index finger and thumb, could this nursery rhyme be a clue? Two people choked during dinner. Do you want to bet that they will die tonight? Wen Ruo thought about the meaning of the nursery rhyme and was silent for a moment.

Xu Qi sat on one of the two beds, the one near the door: "Do you think we will meet the judge tonight?"

"No, just go to sleep."

Wen Ruo yawned, left the stove, and walked straight to another bed.

"Hey, how did you know you wouldn't, eh? Why didn't you say anything?" Xu Qi walked to Wen Ruo's bed and found that Wen Ruo was really asleep.

"It's really amazing. I dare to sleep peacefully in the dungeon and fall asleep so quickly."

Xu Qi muttered softly and climbed onto another bed, but he did not dare to fall asleep like Wen Ruo, so he could only sit on the bed in a daze.

In a dark room, a person was awake. A full-length mirror was facing the bed, reflecting the environment in the room. The lights were flickering, and there seemed to be something in the mirror. Xu Qi felt a chill in his heart. He hurriedly got out of bed and covered it with sheets.

Cover the mirror.

"It's much more comfortable this way." Xu Qi returned to bed. As time passed, he couldn't resist the sleepiness and gradually fell asleep with the sound of midnight.

A dreamless night

"Ah——" The quiet morning was broken by a scream

"Someone died!"