Volume 1: Days Moving Bricks at the Construction Site
Xiaoxiao
She has a daughter with acquired deafness, called Xiaoxiao.
She certainly wants to know!
How did Lou Jingmo leave the game? Did everyone still alive safely leave? That woman… what happened to her in the end?
“The previous game’s plot is actually very simple; everything’s root is the foreman,” Lou Jingmo said.
The foreman killed the workers and buried them in the pond, also strangled the worker’s wife, disguising it as a suicide. Then the workers disappeared one by one, finally as the players saw, all the workers disappeared, leaving only a foreman unable to leave due to the game setting.
The foreman found players whose identity was workers, commanded them to seal the pond. One reason was hoping the two ghosts’ resentment could transfer to the players, and another was to keep them forever suppressed below the pond.
“Yun Shengjin and the others also left safely,” Lou Jingmo said lightly, “After I completed the hidden task, the two ghosts had their wishes fulfilled and disappeared directly.”
The worker and his wife were harmed to death, harbored resentment, and became fierce ghosts, but they also harmed other workers and players, making them both pitiful and hateful.
There was one thing Shen Maomao couldn’t understand, so she asked Lou Jingmo, “Why did the female ghost always showed me mercy?”
Lou Jingmo took out her phone and pushed it in front of her: “Take a look.”
The phone stopped at the browser’s search interface, the keywords being “Shuitian Commercial Concrete.” Among the links, one was particularly conspicuous – Shuitian Commercial Concrete accidents frequently occur, many times prayers were ineffective, so they actually found a master to perform a ritual!
Shen Maomao suddenly widened her eyes, clicked the link, and took a look. The content inside was indeed exactly the same as what was written in the newspaper in the game!! Only the time was half a year ago, and the address was in another city far from Jiangcheng.
A chill climbed up her spine, as the intertwining of the game and reality made her feel fear.
Lou Jingmo mocked her: “When singing in the game, I didn’t see your courage being this small.”
Shen Maomao: “QAQ whimper.”
“Despite boasting about being a college student, don’t you know there are no ghosts in this world?”
Shen Maomao: “…” Didn’t I just mention it twice at the start of the game? How did it become boasting?
Lou Jingmo said: “Remove everything related to ghosts, and what’s left are the similarities between the game and reality.”
Isn’t that just the foreman killing the couple and continuing to make money while escaping the law?! And half a year has already passed; maybe the community is already built, and the workers’ corpses are forever buried under the pond, quietly rotting in the unseen darkness…
Shen Maomao exclaimed, “Whoa, let’s report to the police!”
Lou Jingmo took back her phone: “I’ve already handled this matter.”
“The hidden task was to help them take the talisman papers from the foreman’s room. After I completed the task, the couple told me the hiding place of the foreman’s embezzlement evidence. Once I left the game, I found the evidence and sent it to the local police, also explaining the location of the hidden corpses.”
“The case has already been resolved, and the foreman, Shi Xin, went to prison for intentional murder and embezzlement of public funds. The workers’ corpses were also buried together with his wife.”
“The reason the woman favored you is because she had a daughter with acquired deafness, named Xiaoxiao.”
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Shen Maomao was stunned.
No wonder the woman in the supermarket, who intended to catch her, showed mercy after she said she couldn’t hear. Also, no wonder later her singing could restrain the man’s whistling. It turns out it wasn’t because her singing was so bad that it shocked the man, but because that suffering couple treated her as a substitute for their daughter…
She thought again of the woman’s gaze at her, as if looking at her daughter, and her eyes inexplicably felt a bit sour.
“Then… how is their daughter in reality?”
“She’s nineteen this year, fostered at her uncle’s home, and relies on making clothes in a factory for a living,” Xiaolou said. “After the Shi Xin case ended, she received a large sum in compensation, and the local police have also taken good care of her, so don’t worry.”
The bottom of the mandarin duck pot was gurgling with bubbles, and the waiter placed the dishes Lou Jingmo ordered one by one on the table. Lou Jingmo pulled out a pair of chopsticks, picked up a slice of mutton as thin as a cicada’s wing, and started swishing it in the pot.
Shen Maomao touched her stomach, which couldn’t fit any more food, and regretted it so much that her intestines turned green.
She watched Lou Jingmo finish eating the food little by little, then slowly wiped her hands with a wet wipe, and said to her: “These days, I will stay near your school. If you can enter the next game, you should have a premonition half a day in advance. Then come find me.”
Shen Maomao nodded repeatedly: “Then how can we accurately enter the same game?”
Lou Jingmo: “Tie together.”
Shen Maomao: “??” Does it need to be this straightforward?
“But this method has only a fifty percent success rate. Only a binding prop can make the success rate one hundred percent.”
“How can I obtain a prop?” She had already seen many props – including an awesome contract that could save her life, an explosive little red ball, perhaps even an item Lou Jingmo used to change her appearance, and something to substitute her in entering the game.
Lou Jingmo raised an eyebrow: “Didn’t I tell you? Completing a hidden task has a chance to obtain a random prop. Among them is one that can bind a teammate, and the chance of getting it is very high.”
With this, the black ghost Shen Maomao understood. She estimated that when she encounters a hidden plot, one hundred percent will be a binding prop.
“Our contract is also considered a binding prop. As long as one of us enters the game, the other will be pulled in.”
Still not knowing how frequently Lou Jingmo enters the game, Shen Maomao thought: In the future, I can rely on her in every game, that’s really good.
Lou Jingmo continued: “The game’s hidden props include twelve cards, with an extremely low chance of acquisition. The game creator stole the names of God’s twelve disciples from Catholicism to name the cards. It is said that gathering all twelve cards can end the game and meet the game creator, and also fulfill one wish – any wish. Each of the twelve cards has a very powerful effect and can be brought into reality, but they have no effect in reality.”
Shen Maomao: “Then what’s the point of bringing them to reality?”
“To make it convenient for players to snatch.”
“Damn!” Shen Maomao was shocked, “What’s the game creator’s intention?”
“Definitely not a good intention,” Lou Jingmo said with a cold laugh.
People’s desires are endless. Shen Maomao could almost foresee what kind of chaos would ensue in the real world if someone obtained the cards and other players found out.
She did not ask Lou Jingmo whether she had any cards; this was not a question she should ask. The amount of information she received today was a bit overwhelming, and she still needed to sort it out herself.
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Lou Jingmo exchanged contact information with her, reminded her not to tell others about the game, and also advised her to be careful of Ren Yue.
“I’m not sure what’s going on with your situation, but you’d better not trust your friend too much. I haven’t seen a prop that allows someone outside the game to enter on behalf of another, but the fact that you enter the game using her face is very suspicious. I think she has a problem,” she said.
Shen Maomao returned to the dormitory in a daze.
As soon as she came in, Ren Yue poked her head out from the upper bunk: “How did you get along with your goddess?”
“Ah… it wasn’t just me, there were also several other players who attended the signing event, and the goddess invited us for a meal.”
Ren Yue has been her best friend since university; the two of them talk about everything and are almost inseparable every day. Without definite evidence, Shen Maomao wasn’t willing to doubt her. Even though Lou Jingmo is someone she wants to rely on, she also wants to reserve her opinion on this matter.
Ren Yue said strangely: “How come the goddess invited you for a meal and you still have this expression?”
“Sigh.” Shen Maomao pretended to be disappointed, “I originally thought it was going to be a romantic story between me and the goddess. Who knew it would be an outdoor barbecue with a group of people? The mood is completely different, okay?!”
Ren Yue laughed out loud: “Hahaha, you’re such a miserable girl.”
Shen Maomao, expressionless: “Go play your game.”
Ren Yue tilted her head, turned, and immersed herself in the ocean of the game.
Shen Maomao looked at her with a complicated expression once, then moved her gaze away.
Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.
Yesterday, Xiaolou told her that before entering the game, she would have a premonition. Today, during class, she suddenly felt a burst of palpitations.
After the palpitations, a time inexplicably appeared in her mind – 21:13.
She understood at that moment that this was the time she would enter the game again.
After the last class ended, she told Ren Yue that she was going to have a two-person world with the goddess tonight. After being questioned about her orientation by Ren Yue for a while, she successfully got away and went to the hotel to find Lou Jingmo.
Lou Jingmo had already been waiting for a long time. After opening the door, she asked, “What time?”
Shen Maomao answered truthfully.
Lou Jingmo looked at her phone: “There are still two hours, want to go eat something?”
Shen Maomao nodded in agreement.
The two of them ate some food nearby. Shen Maomao proactively took out money to treat, and Lou Jingmo did not argue with her.
After finishing eating, it was almost nine o’clock. They returned to the hotel and sat together on the big bed.
Shen Maomao was a bit nervous: “Do I need to prepare anything?”
One look at Lou Jingmo, and you could tell she’s someone who’s experienced big scenes. She was carelessly playing a mobile game, looking like she had victory in hand: “What is there to prepare? Prepare how to die?”
Shen Maomao: “…Sis, if you’re not good at comforting people, then don’t comfort.”
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Lou Jingmo: “Why aren’t you calling me goddess?”
Shen Maomao’s face flushed red, and she said sternly: “What’s with you! How can you ask others to call you that way?!”
Lou Jingmo flipped her hair at her and blinked her left eye: “Am I not good-looking?”
Shen Maomao felt like she’d been hit by a cupid’s arrow, unable to breathe.
The little playfulness of a mature woman is most irresistible, and Shen Maomao covered her nose, feeling some bright red liquid restlessly wanting to flow out.
Her goddess is so good-looking, wuwuwuwuwu…
Why must her mature, gentle, intelligent, and beautiful goddess be the scheming and sharp-tongued Xiaolou, wuwuwuwuwu, too disillusioned QAQ.
Lou Jingmo had no idea what Shen Maomao was thinking. She flirted and then left, leisurely playing her game, with the phone’s external sound effects crackling noisily.
Shen Maomao: “…” Still very disillusioned.