"Cute boy, be careful."
[Reverse Smoking Like a God] squatted outside the wall of the warehouse area on Berry Street, turned his head and glimpsed the weed-covered ground inside through the gap in the wall.
It looked deserted and more like an abandoned place.
"It's okay, if there were any enemies, they would have been discovered long ago." [Big Eyed Cute Boy] stood up and looked helplessly at the long line of players behind him.
One after another, they lined up from the entrance of the warehouse area to the busy intersection in the distance.
Although there are a large number of advanced virtual reality game players and professional players who come to relax from other games in the internal test player group, as long as they don't play games, this group of people is actually more likely to cause trouble than ordinary players.
Because of their good skills, they will always succeed in causing trouble.
Look at the male player in the princess dress. Although his face shape has changed and he can't tell who he is in real life, the cute boy guessed that he must have been trained by the club to be psychologically distorted.
Who would wear women's clothes for a decent man? Not to mention that it's a Lolita version of a princess dress.
Occasionally, a few cars and motorcycles passed by, and the drivers had strange expressions. They looked at the players lined up in a long line with three parts of disgust, three parts of shock, and four parts of incomprehensible fear.
Passersby could not help but speed up their cars, wanting to leave the area as soon as possible.
If it were in reality, the cute boy would have felt ashamed to see people.
However, this is just a game, even if it is 100% real.
"I can't see the enemy," the Smoker stood up, "I don't see any armed personnel. Is this just an easy task to occupy the area? If so, how can I earn my contribution?"
The cute boy leaned against the wall: "Let's take it one step at a time. The expressions of these passersby are too real. I'm already feeling ashamed."
The Smoker patted the cute boy on the shoulder: "As long as you are shameless enough, the secular world will not have any constraints on you."
He took off his shirt, revealing a black tights that could not be taken off, and then shouted:
"Brothers! Go!"
The Smoker waved his shirt around and around, twisting his hips like a hula hoop.
What a beautiful scenery! A passerby on a motorcycle was so surprised by the amazing performance of the Smoker that he crashed into a street lamp pole.
The players ran into the gate of the warehouse area excitedly, and a few of them tripped because they ran too fast, and they even rolled and crawled to the destination of the mission—Warehouse No. 66.
"Are there normal people in this game?" [Supreme Mad Youngster] walked to the cute boy.
She looked at the gate of the warehouse area, and in a trance, she saw a group of wild boars grunting, taking piglets to find food happily.
The Smoker was surprised by the appearance of [Supreme Mad Youngster].
She had long hair that reached her waist, tied tightly with a knot at the end, revealing an unrestrained and playful look.
A small nose, slightly upturned lips, and skin that was so white that it seemed to lack sunlight.
She turned her head and smiled charmingly: "What are you looking at, old man! Don't get close to me!"
Oh, she's still a Southern girl.
The Smoker lowered his head, feeling quite aggrieved.
He could understand that some people said he was fat. After all, it was a fact that he had been decadent for a long time and refused to exercise.
But when Smoker was very young, he was specially recruited into the professional player club because of his super talent in playing games. Even now, his age is not much different from that of the cute boy.
"I... Actually, I am very young, really." Smoker weakly defended.
[Supreme Mad Youngster] was very generous and stretched out a hand to Smoker: "Potato girl."
"Ah," Smoker quickly put on a smile and stretched out his fat hand, "Smoker."
Before his hand touched, it was slapped away by the potato girl.
Snap!
The potato girl's smile was still so charming: "Old man, don't mess with Southern girls."
Smoker's eyebrows jumped.
He thought that he should find a white-skinned and beautiful female game anchor so that they would have a common language.
"This counts as an acquaintance," the cute boy folded his arms and looked into the distance, "Everyone else ran away, are we lagging behind for too long?"
"Brother Cute Boy is right!" The potato girl was inspired and trotted towards the mission location.
Only Smoker and Cute Boy were left looking at each other.
Everything is self-evident.
...
Sky Island.
Ethan Lawson drank orange-flavored soda, and the scene of No. 66 Berry Street Warehouse popped up on the big screen in front of him.
He would occasionally give players a small task and some insignificant rewards.
"Strange, what does this player want to do?" Ethan sat on the sofa, leaning forward.
...
"Gentlemen!" Brother Julian picked up two rusty paint buckets, "I declare that I am an artist now!"
He messed up his hair and then used a paintbrush to draw an abstract painting on his clothes.
The reason why it was an abstract painting was not because Cute Boy recognized Brother Julian's artistic level, but because he couldn't recognize the painting at all, so he had to classify it as an abstract painting.
Anyway, you still can't understand it, right?
Next, Julian started his "painting" on the outer wall of Warehouse No. 66.
His work is hard to describe in words.
Although it is a scribbling, Cute Boy can still see some professional skills. It is absolutely impossible to draw without a certain level.
But if it is a formal work, what is the situation of the person in the painting with a very long neck and bent into a mosquito coil, and finally kissing the face of the sun affectionately?
"This kind of emotion is so strong, so strong that it transcends the world!" Julian sighed, "It is worthy of me, a painting genius buried by the game!"
He kissed the sun he drew affectionately, and his face was covered with yellow paint.
Cute Boy nodded slightly.
He thought that the high-level player in front of him was more seriously ill than the one wearing a Lolita princess dress.
How many monsters are there in the high-level player circle?
Julian also drew a realistic wild boar and wrote "Peppa" and his own game ID on the pig's belly.
Although the wild boar has two long tusks, it still smiles.
"I am the sun!" Julian laughed crazily, "Peppa Pig! I love you!"
He turned around in circles and finally made himself dizzy. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
Cute Boy thought that Julian was under too much pressure in reality, which led to this amazing state.
"Cute Boy!" Potato Girl ran out of Warehouse No. 66, "We found a basement!"
"There is a basement in the warehouse?"
"Not only that," the Smoker also ran out, "There are traces left on the door of the basement, and the door gap and door lock are very clean, without much dust. I suspect that someone often goes in and out of the basement here."
...
The players crowded at the door of the basement and knocked on the metal door.
"Hey!" Cute Boy shouted towards the gap in the door, "Is anyone there? Hey!"
"This place is abandoned and locked, how could there be anyone." Potato Girl said, looking at the gap in the door.
The Smoker put his ear to the metal door and seemed to hear something.
He waved his hand: "Listen... there is someone's voice."