As everyone knows, the first time one inhales smoke, it can be very uncomfortable, even causing symptoms like nausea and vomiting.
Unfortunately, Jiang Shang experienced all of them. In fact, because he had eaten a bit too much for dinner, he even vomited twice in a row, almost throwing up bile.
And after vomiting, he didn't feel any better. On the contrary, the dizziness and blurred vision made Jiang Shang lie prostrate on the steps by the roadside for nearly an hour.
After finally recovering, Jiang Shang looked around. Besides an old beggar who had been there when he was smoking earlier, there was no one else on the street.
“Tsk~”
Jiang Shang shook his still-dizzy head, vowing in his heart that if he ever smoked again, he would be a dog.
Opening the beer bottle, the beer immediately sprayed out, catching Jiang Shang off guard. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and wasn't sprayed all over. After the gas finally stopped spraying, Jiang Shang took a big gulp. Then, as everyone knows, beer has a lot of gas, so Jiang Shang ended up spraying it out while drinking.
Wiping the water off his face in embarrassment, Jiang Shang decided to try another sip. He had sprayed it all out earlier and hadn't tasted anything.
He took a small sip, and a strong aroma of malt and dried fruit filled his nose.
After finishing the entire bottle, Jiang Shang vowed in his heart that if he ever drank alcohol again, he would be a dog.
It wasn't that Roosevelt 10 was bad; on the contrary, it was a famous wine in the alcohol world. However, it wasn't suitable for beginners, especially not for someone like Jiang Shang, who had to add a crazy amount of sugar and milk to his coffee.
“Do you want this? If you do, it’s all yours.”
Jiang Shang handed the remaining half-bottle of alcohol and the two cigarettes he had only smoked to the old beggar sitting on the ground, looking forlorn.
The old beggar seemed a bit stunned, looking blankly at Jiang Shang.
“Take it.”
Seeing that the other party didn't refuse, Jiang Shang extended the cigarettes and alcohol a bit further.
“Th-thank you.”
The old beggar, still a bit dazed, took the alcohol and cigarettes. Then, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he eagerly took a big gulp of the alcohol.
Jiang Shang didn't quite understand why he would spray when drinking, but the old man wouldn't.
He stopped thinking so much, checked the time. It was past ten o'clock, so it should be about time to go now.
“Here, take this.”
Jiang Shang thought that he had no other place to spend the money in his Pocket, so he gave it to the old man.
“Th-this is too much, I can’t…”
The old man said with some trepidation.
“Just take it if I give it to you. It’s useless to me anyway.”
Jiang Shang still insisted on giving the money to the old beggar, but the old man firmly refused to accept it.
“Alright then, consider it keeping it safe for me. I have something to do now and it’s not convenient to carry this money, so I’ll come back for it later. How about it? If you don’t agree, I’ll just throw it away. You probably need this money very much, don’t you?”
Finally, after Jiang Shang's earnest persuasion, the old man reluctantly agreed to “keep” the money for Jiang Shang, and only then was Jiang Shang able to leave.
Since he only drank a small sip of alcohol, Jiang Shang didn't feel any intoxication, so it didn't have much of an effect on him.
At half past eleven, Jiang Shang arrived at the agreed location.
At midnight, the van transporting Jiang Shang to the game venue arrived on time, and Jiang Shang got into the car.
Anesthetic gas filled the entire compartment. Since the helmet had the effect of isolating gas, Jiang Shang did not fall into a coma, but in order to avoid further trouble, Jiang Shang activated his Oscar-worthy acting skills and pretended to be unconscious.
He didn't know how long it had been, but Jiang Shang felt as if he was floating on the sea, like he was on a boat.
After another long wait, the car door opened, and a Xiao Hong wearing a mask with Little Red Circles entered the car, holding an instrument, and scanned the necks of the people in the car one by one, seemingly to input information.
Then, the Xiao Hong with Little Red Circles got out of the car. After waiting a while longer, more Xiao Hong with Little Red Circles arrived near the car and moved everyone inside onto stretchers.
The Xiao Hong with Little Red Circles took everyone to a spacious room, set them down, and began to remove their clothes and change them into game uniforms with their respective numbers.
Jiang Shang easily bluffed his way through with his Full Level Hands and arrived at the player dormitory.
The night passed without incident.
Perhaps it was because he had been busy too late last night, or perhaps it was because he had been smoking and drinking last night, but in any case, Jiang Shang woke up around 10:30 AM the next day. He didn't know if it was because everyone had inhaled too much anesthetic gas, but they were all still asleep, not a single one awake.
So Jiang Shang got up first and began to explore the player dormitory.
Wandering aimlessly between the beds, Jiang Shang saw people including, but not limited to, Zhi Ying, number 240, and the Decadent Uncle , number 456.
Finally, Jiang Shang stopped in front of bed number 67. Number 67 was the woman from the contradictory trio at the time, and also one of the important characters Jiang Shang had guessed. However, Jiang Shang stopped here not because of her, but because he saw a drawing on the wall there.
Through the step-like gaps between the beds, he could see that the drawing depicted two stick figures.
Jiang Shang tried to view the drawing from different angles to see its full extent. After persistent effort, Jiang Shang initially judged it to be a graffiti of stick figures playing “Red Light, Green Light.”
He tilted his head and looked to the right; there seemed to be similar graffiti there as well.
Are these the graffiti of the games we’re going to play later?
Jiang Shang thought this was highly probable. He walked to the right, intending to see if the graffiti on the wall also consisted of six drawings, just like the games. If so, it would be highly likely that the wall graffiti represented the five games they were about to play.
There was indeed graffiti on the right side. After careful discernment, Jiang Shang identified that to the right of “Red Light, Green Light” were four stick figures holding a circle, a triangle, a five-pointed star, and an umbrella, respectively.
“What game is this?”
Jiang Shang thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking so much and continued walking forward.
The third piece of graffiti depicted two teams of stick figures pulling on opposite ends of a rope. It was easy to determine that the third game was tug-of-war, but it was not yet clear how many people would form a team.
The fourth piece of graffiti showed three stick figures kneeling on the ground. Jiang Shang was a bit confused. Playing while kneeling? Is there any game played while kneeling? It wasn't until Jiang Shang saw a few dark, round balls drawn in front of the three stick figures that he suddenly realized, this was playing marbles.
He glanced at his watch; it was almost half past eleven. He had spent too much time wandering around earlier. Thinking of this, Jiang Shang quickened his pace towards the next piece of graffiti.
The fifth piece of graffiti had a total of four stick figures, with the three in the back standing on different pillars, and the foremost stick figure in a jumping state, seemingly jumping from one pillar to the next.
“What kind of strange game is this, pillar jumping?”
Jiang Shang racked his brain but couldn't think of such a game.