Yun Tuan subconsciously opened the chat interface, but the team column was completely gray and unclickable.
Even the real-time barrage cannot be turned on, and the sensor of the live broadcast wizard directly becomes cold, as if it is out of power.
Is the assessment conducted live on a single computer?
Regardless, she continued to wander around the room, and finally found a crumpled timetable under the dusty bed.
6:00 Get up and call roll
6:30 Breakfast and tidying up the house
7:00 Start work: textiles and sewing, kitchen cooking, etc.
11:30 Lunch
12:30 Exercise
14:00 Out for work
……
After reading it from beginning to end, the people who live here basically have no time at their disposal during the day and no entertainment.
There is no door in the room, and there is an iron fence outside. There are only two or three visual blind spots, including the squatting pit, that can be used. At other times, she feels that only the exercise area will be relatively free.
But this is just a subjective impression, there may be exceptions.
Looking out from the house, there are rooms just like hers on the opposite side, with iron doors one after another. The people inside are of different shapes, including men and women, but men and women live in different layers.
Between the buildings is a pillar, which seems to reach straight into the sky, with a square clock embedded on it.
Electronic screen, no hour hand.
It says 19:30. We will have to gather for roll call later and then turn off the lights.
Yun Tuan was sitting next to the seemingly clean bed. He couldn't decide on an escape plan for a while, but the twenty-day countdown had already started counting from now on.
The squatting pit in the house is usually not used, as it will make the whole room smell.
Even the people next door will be implicated - then, there should be centralized toilets and bathrooms here.
The ratio between natives and anchors cannot be determined at the moment, but the players participating in this dungeon should all be assessment players, and they are all top-notch. This approach of using clichés will not work.
Yun Tuan rehearsed it in his head, walked to the corner of the room, looked at the thinnest part of the wall, tapped it gently, and then moved over.
There is the sound of water in the distance. There may be streams and lakes near this building, or... the sewer pipes are buried nearby. The smell doesn't matter, you can get out if you tolerate it.
Unfortunately, there are no tools for digging the wall, and the digging movement is very loud, so the wall is not well soundproofed.
Suddenly there was a burst of conversation next door.
"Sister Le, this bed can't be dismantled. The patrolman will come to check later and he won't be able to deliver, so another beating will be inevitable."
"Ya Shen is too annoying. Why bother patrolling every day! And there are no flowers blooming. Is there anyone who is not afraid of death?"
"There was a man yesterday whose head was broken, and his room will be empty after that."
"I'm dead..."
After Yun Tuan heard this, she stopped tightening the screws. She picked up a blank notebook and pretended to read.
What is a patrolman?
This copy is probably used to monitor the player's position.
There are two people in other rooms, so why is she alone?
Was the roommate dragged away by the patrolman because he violated a certain rule?
The clouds are full of questions, but they have to pretend to be calm and calm.
There was no one to talk to, no entertainment, and she was alone in the empty and depressing room. The limited time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and every minute and every second was clearly visible.
She walked to the iron door and stretched her body. From this perspective, she discovered that there was a lighted independent room in the corner of the opposite floor, with a sign above it saying "Bathroom".
This is true at every level.
By chance, a woman in blue-grey clothing walked over, her hands and feet tied with chains, making a clanging sound with every step she took.