The Trial Game of Life

The dwarf Han Mo said, there is no tall cliff in the Shuofeng Canyon. The route on the map was also blocked by a waterfall and there was no way ahead.

"Master Hanmo is right? Your map is fake at all." When you drink too much wine, you can't change the problem of claiming to be a master. "We dwarves have lived here for thousands of years, and we know everything about it. ."

Jin Cheng smiled and asked: "Have you ever seen it behind the waterfall?"

Han Mo froze and pulled his beard and asked, "What can there be behind the waterfall?"

Jin Cheng smiled and was unpredictable.

The first rule of the world: there must be treasure at the bottom of the cliff.

The second rule of the world: there must be a cave behind the waterfall.

Sure enough, behind the waterfall is a cave entrance about one person high. The three fish penetrated through a long passage, and when the light was getting darker, Jin Cheng lit the magical glazed lamp he brought out from the country of Yueyin.

This light accompanied them through six copies, deserving the first place in practicality.

The light dispelled the darkness, and it was only after Tangcuo saw the situation in the cave that he understood the real content of the seventh ring-the maze. This is a copy of the maze.

The caves in all directions are distributed like cobwebs, and the fork roads are connected to the fork roads. Every intersection seems to have a weak air current surging and seems to be able to pass.

There is no lighting equipment in the black maze, except for the magic glass lamp in Jin Cheng’s hand.

The so-called practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng looked at each other and chose a direction without hesitation, striding forward.

On the other hand, Wen Xiaoming's pharmaceutical research has finally made new progress, and the efficacy of therapeutic agents has increased by more than 20%. He also used [Tears of the Secret Lake] to develop a new hallucinogenic potion, but this hallucinogenic potion is not the same as the ordinary one. It has only one function-let the player who takes the potion tell the truth within five minutes.

In 99% of the cases, this potion is a little tasteless, and a lot of precious materials are used. But Wen Xiaoming thought about it, the two big men in his team had a special liking for the interrogation, maybe the remaining 1%.

In addition, the surveillance operations against Lin Yandong were quite unsuccessful. Not only him, but also a few people who are suspicious of Wen Xiaoming's suspicion, are very calm.

K and Black Hat went to the izakaya in the central area, but the owner of the izakaya was the lover of the black hat. It is not surprising that they went to drink there. As for what they said, this is unknown.

The more peaceful they were, the heavier the suspicion in Wen Xiaoming's mind, and finally he couldn't hold back, and quietly ran outside Lin Yandong's villa, wanting to see it for himself.

Happily, he came across Miao Qi from the copy.

"Sir!" Miao Qi pushed out the door and ran into the garden.

Lin Yandong was still making tea under the flower stand. He raised his head when he heard the words and saw the obvious joy on his face. He asked, "What good things have happened?"

Miao Qixing rushed to him, but his hands were still behind his back, "Sir guess?"

Lin Yan Dongguan. Because of his broken arm, Miao Qi's recent mood is always not very good. Seeing him so happy today, Lin Yandong's eyes could not help revealing a trace of comfort.

Miao Qi received this gratification, and his nose was sour, and he quickly took out the things hidden behind his back. "Num, this copy rewarded me with a book, but it was not a good book. I don't know if he likes it or not..."

During the speech, Miao Qi carefully looked at Lin Yandong's expression, fearing that he would show a trace of disappointment. Because there is nothing special about that book, it is this encyclopedia of flower farming. If you learn it well, you may become a gardener.

Lin Yandong took the book and said mildly, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Miao Qi was so relieved that he walked to the stone table and took over the teapot that Lin Yandong had poured half a moment ago, saying, "Last time, the book was lent to Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo, and I don’t know when they will return. .. I always wondered if I could get a new book back, but I didn’t expect the copy..."

He whispered, as if to say everything he hadn't said recently. He felt guilty, but facing Lin Yandong's broken arm, he could do nothing. So even if it is a complete book on flower farming, as long as he can briefly make Lin Yandong happy, he will be happy.

Miao Qi is a man of no heart or heart and has no interest in reading. But Lin Yandong liked it very much, and he always kept abreast of the information of various books.

"Mr. is tired of reading, and you can put it in a book cafe. The book cafe hasn't put a new book on the shelf for a long time." The books in the book cafe in the central area are just one book after another. Some Miao Qi and Lin Yandong brought out from the copy, some were acquired from other players, so many years, only collected forty or fifty copies.

But if Miao Qi is asked, which book does Lin Yandong like best? He would answer without hesitation: "It is the "Sicilian Fairy Tales"."

Miao Qi followed Lin Yandong for a few years and saw that he had taken various books, but the only one was always on hand, and he never got a book cafe.

Who can think of it as a fairy tale?

In fact, Miao Qida thought that his family would be more suitable for books like The Analects or The Miserable World.

The two spoke for a while, and the time came in the evening. Miao Qi put down the teapot and prepared to go out to buy dinner. Neither he nor Lin Yandong can cook, so the usual meals are set from restaurants not far away.

Because of the large number of orders, people used to deliver food to their homes, but today Miao Qi wants to get it himself, and by the way, he can add an additional dish that Lin Yandong likes.

Lin Yandong stopped him helplessly, Miao Qi then turned back, "What's wrong, sir?"

Lin Yandong: "You don't have to be like this."

Miao Qi squatted in front of him, and looked up at him like countless times before, "Sir, I want to be nice to you."

Lin Yandong touched his head and smiled: "Don't you say that you will protect me in the future? That's fine."

But I don't know how to protect you at all. I can only do these very small things to please you.

Miao Qi is very worried. He has always felt panic recently.

"Don't worry." Lin Yandong put a red scarf between his neck and said, "You can protect me."

Perhaps it was Miao Qi who took the relieving pill with this sentence. The fear that he hid in his eyes seemed to be a little less. Nodded heavily, he stood up and waved at Lin Yandong, then he hurriedly left the door.

Lin Yandong looked at his back, the smile on his lips was still gentle, but his eyes were obscure. For a long time, he withdrew his eyes and reached for the cup on the table to take a sip, but the tea was cold.

He shook his head and sighed suddenly.

Wen Xiaoming was monitoring outside the villa, and his ability to monitor. As a master of equipment, he was more professional than most of the intelligence traffickers in Yongye City. The person who can be monitored is not forceful, what can he do?

He watched Miao Qi come out of the villa, bought a meal and walked back. The two had a sumptuous dinner with pleasure and left him alone to feed the mosquitoes.

Oh, there are no mosquitoes in Yongye City.

Wen Xiaoming was frustrated and scratched his head back. But he didn't get nothing, he was immediately asked to go through all the books in the book cafe, but he didn't find anything suspicious.

The book must be the key message.

Wen Xiaoming was idle, lying in the rocking chair of his villa, thinking over and over again the characters who could be related to the "book". But whenever I feel that I am about to think of something, the thought is broken again, and I always feel that there are still shortcomings.

He simply pulled out the big blackboard in his laboratory, and filled out a diagram of the characters on the blackboard, hoping to see some clues.

And while he was addicted to this puzzle game, a news about Miao Qi made him stunned.

"He entered the copy again?" Wen Xiaoming was surprised.

"It's not there yet, but he went to the game lobby. Didn't you let us keep an eye on it? I'll let you know as soon as there is any movement. For my dedicated work, the remuneration this time is not Less."

Wen Xiaoming could still talk to him about what the remuneration was not. He promised him to add a hundred more points, and immediately went to the game hall. He felt a little strange. Miao Qi didn't come out for two days. Why did he go in again?

What copy is so anxious?

What did Lin Yandong want to do?

In order to hurry, Wen Xiaoming used a magic broom again and rushed into the game hall.

"Ouch!" The two players couldn't dodge and were hit by a magic broom too late to turn. Wen Xiaoming's "Sorry and Sorry" in a pile of sounds, stuffed them with a big apple, and people slipped away. Like swimming fish, flexibly crossing the sea of ​​people, and finally saw his goal.

Miao Qi was only one step away from entering the mission wall. When Wen Xiaoming found him, he seemed to feel something and looked back.

The two sides looked at each other across the crowd, just for a moment, but time solidified.

What a deep look in his eyes, as if he was hiding a deep cold lake. Wen Xiaoming groaned in his heart, like falling into an ice cave, but he blinked, and when he wanted to explore again, the chill just now disappeared completely.

Miao Qi is still that Miao Qi. His eyes glanced lightly at Wen Xiaoming as if he hadn’t seen him at all, and then pulled a red scarf around his neck and strode into the mission wall.

Wen Xiaoming wanted to catch up, but the feeling of getting cold all over the body remained in him, making him take no steps at a time. When he wanted to chase it again, it was too late. Entering the task wall at this time, I'm afraid I have missed it with Miao Qi.

what happened?

Wen Xiaoming carefully recalled the situation just now, it is really strange, is it his own illusion?

With such doubts, he came to Lin Yandong's villa again. Carefully maneuvering a small mosquito-like monitor into the courtyard wall, using his mental strength to avoid the barrier set in the house, Wen Xiaoming saw Lin Yandong sitting on the sofa reading through the flower cultivation.

As long as he monitored, Lin Yandong had been sitting on that sofa for a long time. During the period, he didn't have any special behavior except drinking a few sips of water.

The huge mist gradually enveloped Wen Xiaoming's heart. He frowned deeply, but he couldn't get away from it.

In the first two visits, the time limit for Wen Xiaoming's mandatory mission to trigger was approaching. Looking at Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng before they came back, he had to leave a letter, an advanced copy.

As soon as he left his front foot, Leng Miao's back foot came out of the copy.

After a week, he exhausted his thoughts and finally cleared the customs smoothly, and also got the No. 9 movement. After he came out, he didn't make any stop and went straight to Lin Yandong's residence to let him fulfill the agreement.

Lin Yandong received him in the garden, "tea or juice?"

Leng Miao frowned, her expression harder than ever. Because this copy of the "National Star Movement" is too much for his mental torture, he listened to crying and crying for seven days, and endured all seven days of open fights and lovely light waves.

"I got the movement, and I’ll change it for you now."

Lin Yandong smiled, still served him a glass of juice, and made a gesture of invitation.

Leng Miao had to sit down, but looking at the orange juice, he didn't move. Lin Yandong was not reluctant, and he casually exaggerated today's weather before he got to the point.

"There is only one sentence about Rong Yi's secret."

Leng Miao said nothing but stared at him.

Lin Yandong smiled: "He still has a name called Yan Qi."