"Standard of strength?" As a "new player" who had just experienced the game once, Lin Yu was naturally a little confused. But he still made a tentative guess based on his only game experience. "Uh, professional intensity?" "This is also related...but for most people, professional strength is only a small part - after all, depending on the dungeon, professional strength is not absolute." The middle-aged man shook his finger. Lin Yu thought for a while and made another "guess". "Could it be the 'number of game copies cleared'?" Lin Yu considered his guess. "This is not wrong, but...but this is not a 'hard target'. Many guys who have passed seven or eight dungeons may not be as good as a super newcomer who has passed two dungeons."
The middle-aged man touched his chin. The diamond-encrusted gold dial on his wrist made Lin Yu dizzy. "For a newcomer like you, there is actually only one 'indicator' to measure - and that is the number of props." The middle-aged man said and looked at Lin Yu. "Young man, the 'gun' in your hand should be a prop... You are lucky to have received such a powerful prop as a reward in the first copy - of course, I'm afraid your strength is even better." The middle-aged man said, Lin Yu nodded slightly, but did not deny it. There was a vague guess in his mind. "So, these 'props' can be traded among players, right?" "The gathering is where players trade these items with each other?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "Newcomer, you are indeed very perceptive and you understood it immediately!" "Yes... this is the largest and most reliable 'offline gathering point' in Jiang City. All death game players in Jiang City will exchange in-game tradeable items here." The middle-aged man said, and Lin Yu pondered for a moment: "Is money used in transactions?" "This is very free... You can use real money if you want. After all, there are always people who are very strong in the 'Game of Death', but their lives are unsatisfactory in reality... So it is inevitable that they will want to use this game to change themselves. life." “But in more cases, people still like to use ‘forum points’ to trade!” The middle-aged man said, and Lin Yu frowned. "Forum points? That forum... turned out to be more than just a website where everyone discusses strategies?" Lin Yu said, and the middle-aged man laughed. "You are really a newbie who doesn't know anything... In this case, you add my WeChat and I will send you the forum." He took out a somewhat old-fashioned mobile phone from his trouser pocket. It was a series of mobile phones for the elderly that mainly focus on flowers.
He opened WeChat and Lin Yu scanned his QR code. The middle-aged uncle's WeChat account is called "Harmony brings wealth", and his avatar is a statue of a simple and honest golden toad - somewhat similar to himself. "Okay, young man, the installation package has been sent to you. Once you have installed it, invite people to fill in my WeChat ID. Go back to the forum and see for yourself!" "The meeting is the day after tomorrow, don't hang around here - if others see you talking to me, you may get angry." The middle-aged uncle said, and Lin Yu looked at him in surprise. "Brother, 'harmony brings wealth', do you have many enemies?" The middle-aged uncle laughed. "If you have more than a few dungeons, you will also have enemies... Why, didn't you meet any enemies in the new dungeons?" "There are no brothers at the gambling table. In this kind of game where 'life' is the bargaining chip, it is too easy for people to hold grudges against each other." Lin Yu nodded silently. He recalled in his mind the faces of Yu Longguo, Yao Zhengye, Bao Liu, Xu Xiumei... and Xia Yue. I have to say that if any of these people survive, they will probably hate him to the core and will never stop dying. Especially those two guys Yu Longguo and Xia Yue... It’s really tricky to think about. Thinking of this, Lin Yu decided to speak again. "Brother, the people who died in the game... shouldn't be able to be resurrected again, right?" "Of course, the 'Death Game' is the last chance... So, cherish it - I believe in 'fate'. You coming here to see me today is also a kind of fate." "Harmony brings wealth." The uncle patted Lin Yu on the shoulder. "I hope I can still see you at the rally the day after tomorrow and the rally next week!" "I hope so too!" Lin Yu said, turned around and said goodbye to the middle-aged uncle. Then, he came to the intersection, rode his bicycle, and quickly returned home. At this time, it was already dark again and everything was silent. But after opening the door, Lin Yu suddenly saw a figure rushing toward him in the darkness. "what's the situation?!" Could it be that mysterious school girl from before? No, the height is different. Could it be her accomplice? ! Or is it the middle-aged uncle’s enemy?
Or maybe it's just other players! Lin Yu was horrified and immediately stretched out his hand to call out the prop pistol and pressed it against the belly of the approaching figure! But the next moment, a familiar smell of shampoo entered my nose. Then came the sharp pain in my ears. "Ouch - it hurts!" Lin Yu screamed. "Snapped!" The girl who grabbed Lin Yu's ear turned on the light in the living room with a very unkind expression. "Xiao Yu, you've really made it... You didn't come back until after eleven for two days in a row!" The round-faced girl with short hair and loose home clothes asked sternly. Lin Yu raised his hands and begged for mercy: "Sister, please forgive me, I was rehearsing yesterday and having a dinner party today..." The girl in front of him was Lin Yu's only nemesis - his sister Lin Zhao. Although she was only five years older than Lin Yu, the parents of the siblings disappeared when they were young. Over the years, Lin Zhao went from working part-time to dropping out of school to open a shop to make money for Lin Yu's schooling, almost the same as Lin Yu's mother. Although Lin Yu doesn't care about anyone, he is only worried about his sister. "Bullshit, I just met your president in the store, she said your club didn't have a dinner party at all," Lin Zhao's voice rose eight degrees, "Now you have learned to lie, right?" As he said, Lin Zhao stood on tiptoe and snatched the revolver from Lin Yu's hand. "And you're holding a gun, are you planning to shoot me?!" "I brought back the club's props to get a feel for it," Lin Yu said carefully, "Just now, you jumped out of the darkness and scared me, so I took it out to give myself courage." Lin Zhao felt helpless when he heard Lin Yu's words. "Okay... where did you go tonight?" Looking at his sister, Lin Yu opened his mouth. He didn't want to lie to this old sister, but as the middle-aged man said... The "death game" thing couldn't be said at all. It was as if some power blocked his mouth. In the end, Lin Yu could only smile and speak. "The role I played this time was a life-and-death situation, and I was a little too deep in the play, so I rode my bike to the riverside to relax..." "I was afraid that you would worry, so I lied."
