Author: Glory of Fire

Everything around her was like a silent movie, even her footsteps were cannibalized by the long street.

This long street looked familiar to her. It was the road in the South District. She was on the south side of Fountain Square at the moment. On the bench, a player was dozing off on the back of the chair. He probably wanted to take a rest.

Feeling sleepy for some reason, he closed his eyes. The monster walked over, and the oil lamp in his hand made a "crackling" sound. Qiuli, who was following him, actually saw the player melting, and at the same time, the oil lamp in the lamp

The oil rose up one level.

In the cold wind at night, there was no one on the bench. A set of clothes was blown by the wind and flew away, leaving only a pair of shoes on the ground.

The monster glanced at the oil lamp and seemed not to be satisfied yet, and continued to walk forward slowly. Although it looked very slow, the scenery on both sides moved quickly backwards, making it look like a blur.

Soon Qiuli saw the gravel road under her feet, which was the road leading to Room E. The monster stopped and slowed down.

After walking through the dark streets, she finally saw the whole view of Room E.

This place is similar to the slums in every city. Low concrete houses appear irregularly. There is a small bungalow near the outer end. A shabby sign hangs on the door: Room E, South District.

The front lobby was empty, and a clock hung in a conspicuous place. It was already a quarter past eleven at night.

There is a line of big words written on the wall: No entry or exit at midnight.

Before it even got there, there was no one left.

Qiuli was secretly glad that she didn't take advantage of the situation last night and chose to stay here.

The monster let out a breath of mist, and the picture in front of her suddenly started to shake. Qiuli saw the wall clock spinning rapidly, and it was 12 o'clock.

As if a new day had begun, all the sounds returned in an instant. Qiuli listened to the sounds around her, and it was as unreal as waking up from a dream.

The monster raised the oil lamp and walked towards the second cement house.

A middle-aged uncle was lying in front of the cement house, spying on him. There was the sound of water rushing inside the house.

Qiuli was speechless.

A smile appeared on the corner of the monster's mouth, the wick exploded, and the uncle was already melting. Qiuli stared at this repeated scene and felt shuddering.

She didn't understand why the monster asked her to follow him.

Qiuli, who was feeling uneasy, could only watch everything unfold in front of her.

The oil in the oil lamp rose one level again, "That's enough." A consciousness entered Qiuli's mind.

The monster glanced at her regretfully and disappeared into the darkness with the oil lamp.

The monster's look made her feel inexplicably relieved.

If there were not enough monsters, she felt that there was a high probability that what happened to the middle-aged man would become what happened to her.

The monster left and she regained control of her body.

At this time, the door of the cement room suddenly opened, the sound of bathing inside stopped, the lights went out, and the room was silent.

Qiuli quickly took a step back and summoned the "wind lantern" immediately. With the wind lantern emboldened, she mustered up the courage to approach the door and took a look inside. The room was empty, with one or two old pieces of furniture piled in the corner.

There was no one inside.

Qiuli turned around and ran, ran to the door of the shop sign in Room E, looked in the right direction and ran towards "Room D".

The gravel road was very harsh on her feet. As she was running, she decided to buy a pair of high-end sneakers tomorrow. No matter how expensive they were, she had to buy them. She was spending every day on shoes!

Finally, before half past twelve, she stepped into "Room D, South District".

Looking at the familiar dim hotel lobby, she almost shed tears.

No one was seen in the lobby. The receptionist was probably still sleeping behind the counter. She quickly ran to the corridor.

As soon as he stepped on it, a marble rolled down from above, and a child's head poked out from the corner of the second floor. He stared at Qiuli with eyes that obviously had more white eyes than black eyes, and a strange voice sounded: "Sister,

Want to play games with me?"

As soon as Qiuli heard the word "playing games", she felt angry for some reason. That night, she never stopped playing games.

After finally returning to the hotel, I met this kid again!

She picked up the marble angrily and was about to throw it back. Suddenly, she looked at a few lines of words that appeared next to the marble, and her hand paused.

【The Lost Marble Boy:

He is the illegitimate son of the player. He was born in a small town and died in a small town. He does not know who he is. Marbles are his only friend. As long as you hold the marble in your hand, you can choose to be his good friend. Others

You will only ignore him or even be afraid of him. Only you pick up the marble and prepare to return it to him.】

Her expression was complicated, and her anger gradually dissipated.

She went up to the second floor, returned the marbles to him at the corner, and touched his messy short hair, "Go to bed early. Sister is tired too. I will play marbles with you another day. Good night."

After saying that, she continued to go upstairs. The boy behind her tilted his head and stared at her farther and farther away.

Returning to the familiar room, the clothes hung to dry last night had dried. Qiuli took a shower and changed clothes. Only then did she feel refreshed. She disinfected the wound on her face with alcohol in front of the mirror. Fortunately, the wound was not healed.

Deep down, it's just a pity that the "face-squeezing mask" died gloriously.

Lying on the bed, she reviewed what happened today. She had pinched her face, and the reason why the other party knew about her was definitely not to look at her face.

She took out the "Intermediate Puppet" from the game backpack and transferred it to the "Food Box".

Think about it carefully, if the game backpack can be seen through by certain props? Then it would not be safe to put those props in it.

She simply transferred all the props in the game backpack to the "portable food box". Anyway, it had been upgraded and had a lot more space.

She wasn't sure how long the other party had been watching her, and she hoped it wouldn't involve her Malatang store business.

Sighing, she turned off the light, turned over, and fell asleep.

It was extremely quiet upstairs tonight, allowing her to finally have a good sleep.

She woke up at 6 o'clock and slept for an unprecedented hour before getting up.

After washing up, I finished breakfast in the room. I sat on the small chair by the window and started reading the "Junior Player Forum".

The interface of the forum is very simple and is divided into four main sections: irrigation area, technical exchange area, prop exchange area, and copy help area.

The busiest part is the irrigation area.

In one of the posts created by a person named "Handsome Navigator", she found a recommendation for her own store.

Posted by: I ate at a super delicious Malatang restaurant today. The owners are two beauties. I heard that the sesame paste and chili oil are made by the owners themselves. It was so delicious! I’m going to eat there tomorrow. Someone is coming to meet me by chance.

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Second floor: Reply to the original poster, is it the one with the cherry blossom tree?

Third floor: Reply to the second floor, it must be this one, it is the only one in town for snacks like Malatang;

Fourth floor: I'm told I'm hungry, so I'm going to try...

The corners of Qiuli's mouth rose. The progress bar of her chef skill "Gourmet Halo" had been stuck at the 20% progress bar since this post was upvoted. It began to loosen up and the data was slowly increasing. This skill point saved her several times.

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She is looking forward to how it will look after the upgrade.

After tidying up, she put her hands in her bags and walked out of the room. By coincidence, Brother Chen was walking towards the corridor and turned around when he heard the movement.

Qiuli couldn't avoid it, and the two looked at each other. Brother Chen raised his eyebrows, and he couldn't hide the surprise on his face, "Damn it, why is it you? We are really destined!"

Qiuli smiled coquettishly: "Are you going out?"

"Yeah, let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious!" Brother Chen was obviously very familiar with him.

"What to eat?"

“Spicy hotpot.”

Qiuli:......
Chapter completed!