MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 3 Promenade Hotel (3)

Fortunately, this disgust did not immediately bring about other negative effects.

The waiter continued to walk ahead, leading them across the promenade to the restaurant.

Yan Wei took out the wet paper towel he usually carried with him from the pocket of his windbreaker, violently wiped the scribbling and painting on his face, and returned to the players' team.

Gao Ming also followed far behind. There was a bend in the corridor, and he had already seen what Yan Wei was saying to the waiter when he turned around.

He thought that Yan Wei was being targeted by the waiter, and when he saw him coming back, he tapped him on the shoulder: "What happened to you just now? The waiter asked you to talk? I didn't tell you just now, Stay away from this non-human thing, if you get too close and he notices you talking to you, you might die if you say something wrong. Is there anything wrong?"

Although Yan Wei had spoken to a dangerous NPC just now, it is likely that he was targeted by the NPC, but Gao Ming was still a little worried about Yan Wei.

Yan Wei is very good looking.

Although Yan Mingguang, who is also a player, also has perfect facial features, Yan Wei feels completely different. Compared with Yan Mingguang's alienating temperament, who refuses people thousands of miles away, Yan Wei's good-looking looks have a sense of intimacy, which makes people involuntarily feel like they are off guard.

Just from the moment when the waiter killed someone, Yan Mingguang did not change his color from beginning to end, everyone can see that Yan Mingguang is extraordinary. But still no one dared to approach Yan Mingguang to get help.

Yan Wei made people want to get close.

It's good to see people who don't want to take their eyes off, and who seem mild-tempered. In the real world, everyone likes to make friends. In such a weird world, they are " In need of protection" is synonymous with "fragile".

If possible, Gao Ming even felt that in such a world involving life and death, he would still devote his energy to protecting Yan Wei, or to give some help to the youth in front of him.

"Something happened," Yan Wei nodded and said something that made Gao Ming stunned, "But it's all right now."

Gao Ming was stunned for a moment, then looked him up and down carefully.

The youth wore a scarf, a trench coat, and casual jeans, giving him a youthful and energetic feeling. The hem of the windbreaker moved slightly with the young man's walking movements, and his whole body was as neat as new. That beautiful face was also wiped clean at the moment, with bright eyes and slightly curved eyebrows.

Gao Ming didn't see any blood, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm not injured, and it doesn't seem like there is anything serious. You should be careful, you can ask me if you don't understand, I...I It’s a forensic doctor, and things like this can still help a little bit.”

Yan Wei smiled, but did not reject his kindness: "Thank you."

The crowd followed the waiter to the restaurant.

Like the promenade they walked along the way, the dining room was also covered with oil painting quality portraits.

"They" are all lifelike, smiling or sweet or happy, and their eyes are smart and beautiful.

There is a round table in the restaurant that has been tidied up, and there are rich Western dishes on it. The dishes have been left for some time, and it has been a little cold, but Yan Wei can still smell the aroma of the food - It seems to be delicious.

There are nine chairs around, and it looks like they are just for nine players.

The waiter stepped forward, removed a chair as if nothing had happened, placed the remaining eight seats evenly, smiled stiffly, and respectfully said to them: "Everyone, please take your seats. , The dinner is ready, I will change clothes and get the room card for the guests. After the dinner is over, I will bring you to check in, so that the guests can fully rest and enjoy this nine-day art exhibition. "

The waiter had already stepped forward and left without any movement.

He clearly turned his head and walked into the corridor at the other end of the restaurant, but after a while, the waiter was nowhere to be seen.

Only Yan Wei and the other seven players were left in the empty restaurant.

The atmosphere is eerie and quiet.

Yan Mingguang made the first move, moving his slender legs lightly, and walked to the dining table without hesitation.

He still had a cold face, and the silver-framed glasses covered his estranged temperament with a gentle layer, but the eyes hidden under the lenses were cold and calm.

Yan Mingguang sat down at the dining table without saying a word.

Gao Ming pushed up his glasses and reminded: "I advise everyone to sit down first - the waiter just told us to 'sit down' and 'dine' and wait for him, if he came and didn't see us sitting down …”

Needless to say the results.

All the players who are still alive have just witnessed the possible end.

Before Gao Ming finished speaking, Yan Wei had already walked directly to the seat beside Yan Mingguang.

Yan Wei has been paying attention to Yan Mingguang since he came to this hotel - this person does not seem to have much trouble from beginning to end, even when the waiter killed, Yan Mingguang just raised his eyelids son. But if this person didn't care, Yan Wei could notice that they walked from the hotel lobby through the corridor to the restaurant. Like him, Yan Mingguang had been silently observing everything around him.

Even when he triggered the death condition, other players walked behind and knew nothing, but Yan Mingguang could find that he was being targeted.

Among the eight players, Yan Wei felt that Yan Mingguang was definitely at the forefront. In this case, there must be no harm in getting closer to Yan Mingguang.

Yan Wei pulled out the chair and sat down directly beside Yan Mingguang. Gao Ming and other players also took their seats. Taking advantage of the emptiness, they gathered around the dining table to analyze the situation carefully.

Everyone agreed that this copy must be related to the painting.

In addition to painting, Yan Wei felt that the hotel owner mentioned by the waiter must have something to do with it. In addition, there are still too few clues to draw any conclusions.

Afterwards, everyone exchanged their basic information. Yan Wei remembered that when he first entered the building, his information column seemed to be very long, and he entered the copy before he had time to read it.

He popped up his basic information, glanced at the 4-point body index and 26-point perception he already knew, and slowly scanned the other information columns.

The death trigger he just cracked and a buff and debuff he obtained are listed in the information bar.

And…

The bottom column was caught off guard and suddenly broke into his eyes.

[Permanent Skill: One-half immortal. ]

[Skill Description: Players with this skill have the ability to not die the next day. As long as he is in the dungeon, every other day, the player will get a day of undead status, and all lethal damage in the dungeon will be invalid for the player during that day. ]

[Note: Skills are divided into dungeon skills, common skills, and permanent skills. Skills in the copy can be obtained and used in a specific copy, and the skills will become invalid after leaving the copy; common skills can be exchanged or obtained in the copy, and can be used in different copies. The drop method is unknown. As long as the player is alive, the permanent skill will always be effective and universal to all dungeons. ]

[Your permanent skill lasts forever: forever, the total number of people who currently have this skill: 1. ]

[The current state of the skill: normal state, the undead state will be activated after midnight tonight. ]

Yan Wei was startled.

Whether it is the skill description or the name of the skill, it all reveals how awesome this skill is. But he was not happy, instead his eyes became more serious. His eyes stayed on the words "falling method unknown".

There is no free lunch under the sky, and he doesn't even know how to drop it. Will the sky-defying skills be given to him for free?

Yan Wei felt that it was impossible.

He searched the information bar for a while, but found nothing about the source of this skill, so he had to give up temporarily.

He turned off the information panel, and just as he calmed down, he heard Gao Ming ask him: "Yan Wei, how about you?"

"Huh?"

"Your basic data."

Anyway, this so-called first-level copy, in the introduction of the building, is just an initial copy, and everyone should be similar. Yan Wei didn't think there was anything to hide. He picked up the napkin in front of him and said directly: "My body index is four, and my perception is two—"

A player immediately said: "Your perception is also 2? Several of us have a perception of 2."

Although Yan Wei didn't speak much just now, his appearance was naturally docile and docile, his facial features were exquisite and beautiful, and the rest of the people also took his words to some extent.

Gao Ming smiled at him friendly: "It's okay, everyone's data is very low, we try to help each other."

How can we survive with only two or three basic data?" Someone else said in a wailing voice.

"If you don't come in, you will definitely die..." He said, laying out the napkins neatly, then took out the paper towel he was carrying with him from the pocket of the trench coat, and carefully and carefully cut the knife The fork was wiped twice.

Seeing him slowly cut the steak into the mouth, Gao Ming stood up abruptly and blurted out in surprise: "You're going to eat?"

Yan Wei still had steak stuffed in his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging, "…Huh?"

"This is the food in the dungeon. The waiter who prepared this food is not even a living person! Who knows if there is any problem with eating these?"

The rest of the players also expressed the same doubts.

Only Yan Mingguang, who was beside Yan Wei, also picked up the knife and fork, and said decisively, "There will be no problem."

But he prefers words like gold. After saying this, he didn't explain anything, and ate on his own.

, the waiter said just now that the art exhibition that we 'tourists' are going to visit lasts for nine days, and I can't do anything without eating or drinking for nine days. So I just ate..."

Gao Ming was taken aback: "Nine days?"

"That's right, nine days." Yan Wei put down his knife and fork in a pretentious manner, "Is this thing not edible? Then...then I won't eat it?"

He "withdrew", but Gao Ming's eyes lit up and slapped his thigh, "No need! Eat it! I see, I missed it just now - no one can eat or drink for nine days. live."

"The exhibition lasts for nine days, which means that this dungeon should be at most nine days, and it will not let the player not eat or drink for nine days - then the player will starve to death. The dungeon really wants us to die, There are so many ways, there's no need to beat around the bush. So food is okay, maybe even our food security for the next few days, if we're alive."

Gao Ming suddenly realized and explained the reason to everyone carefully.

The players thanked Gao Ming one after another, picked up the cutlery and ate.

Yan Wei picked up the knife and fork again, ignoring other people's reactions, and cut the steak with extremely standard movements.

In such a strange place, Yan Wei actually felt noble and elegant.

He eats so naturally, some people swallow their saliva and move their knives and forks.

At the end, only the woman in the long skirt who almost touched the oil painting and the middle-aged man in a suit hadn't eaten yet.

Isn't that what they do in horror movies? The food is actually something else, maybe the flesh of a dead person. And this noodle, maybe it's the hair of a dead person? Anyway, I don't eat it, wife, you thousand Don't eat it!"

The woman in the long skirt was about to pick up the knife and fork, when she heard the words, she quickly let go. She hesitated: "But, that waiter just... Didn't he let us eat?"

"He's not here now, you move the things on the plate casually, how will he know if he eats or not? Look better, you don't even have the ability to judge."

"Little Young" naturally refers to Yan Wei.

The middle-aged man naturally did not dare to mention Yan Mingguang, who was not easy to offend at first glance, nor did he dare to directly take the lead of the brilliant face, and chose Yan Wei as the "soft persimmon". Say.

He even leaned back, farther away from the food in front of him: "You listen to him eat, maybe after the waiter comes back, the things on the table will become corpses, hair , blood... Anyway, I don't eat it."

He was too specific, and the other players couldn't help but think about it, and one even almost vomited.

Just now I saw that Yan Wei's easy-to-close players never talked to him again, and even Gao Ming hesitated.

Yan Wei didn't even change his expression, he looked very hearty, and ate a whole piece of steak in front of him in an orderly manner from start to finish.

He reminded him, even if he did his best. What's more... Some people don't eat, and some people eat, so as to quickly compare how to deal with the waiter.

A young man who looked like a college student with a schoolbag on his back was lying on the table dejectedly: "I have no appetite at all now. How is this dungeon going to be cleared? Will the waiter know where the stairs are? It's impossible for us to deal with that waiter directly... He can break people's necks easily, how can I beat him."

"No," Gao Ming shook his head, "it's too difficult and too simple. What if all of us players are ordinary people with low body index? Then this copy is for us. Say it's dead. In case any of us can go straight to the waiter..."

Gao Ming glanced at Yan Mingguang, and then continued: "Isn't that clearing the customs all at once? And the waiter appeared in front of us from the very beginning. If we deal with him, we can clear the customs, there is no need for The latter things. Moreover, the ladder is not necessarily a real ladder, I am more inclined to it, this is a game-breaking abstract concept.”

"It should have something to do with the painting. The waiter specially told us to look at the painting. This hotel is the first floor we saw, and there are so many paintings. It must be abnormal."

"Is it possible to find a unique pair in so many paintings? For example, when you take off the frame and find that there is a mystery behind the painting, maybe it is a ladder or something."

"Possibly. Or..."

Yan Wei lowered her head, silently thinking about what the waiter said on the corridor just now.

"Yan Wei," Gao Ming, seeing that he had not spoken, called to him, "What do you think?"

"Ask him what he's doing, he hasn't said anything, he doesn't know anything."

Yan Wei swallowed the last piece of steak, "I don't dare to make a conclusion. The ladder may be the ladder in the literal sense, or it may be the key to breaking the game in the abstract sense. Painting... Maybe just superficial stuff..."

He didn't speak, obviously he didn't know anything."

Yan Wei just lowered her head and thought, ignoring this man's nonsense. Everyone just thought that he was really good-natured and that he really didn't know anything, and no one asked Yan Wei any more.

The clock in the restaurant walked slowly past the hour mark.

The middle-aged man didn't eat from the beginning to the end, and the woman in the long skirt couldn't stand it, so he drank a few sips of red wine.

After a while, the waiter finally came back.

He put on a clean tuxedo, holding a few room cards in his thin hands, and a stiff smile on his face.

"Guests, dinner time is over," he stepped forward and said with a smile, "I brought the room cards to the guests, and I will issue the room cards according to the order in which you eat—"

The waiter's voice stopped abruptly.

His standard smile instantly collapsed, his eyes bulged slightly, and he looked grimly at the only middle-aged man who had not eaten anything.

The waiter's voice was hoarse and gloomy: "You didn't eat the food I prepared?"

The middle-aged man turned pale instantly.

Everyone obviously did not expect that even if the waiter was not present, they could actually know who had not eaten, and they all showed their horror. A few players who hadn't eaten much were also instantly panicked, for fear that the waiter would also find out that they hadn't eaten much.

Seeing the waiter walking quickly towards the middle-aged man, the other players fled away in a panic, for fear that the waiter would twist their necks.

The middle-aged man staggered from the seat and got up, his legs trembling back.

He opened his mouth in horror, but nothing came out.

In the blink of an eye, the waiter had walked up to him and stretched out his thin hands towards the middle-aged man.

Yan Wei frowned and glanced thoughtfully at the food left on the table.

He nudged Yan Mingguang lightly with his elbow, and quickly asked in a low voice, "Dude, how are you playing darts?" He pointed to the food on the table, "Can you Throwing food directly into people's mouths?"

Yan Mingguang nodded slightly, and instantly understood what Yan Wei meant.

The next moment, when the waiter's hand was about to touch the neck of the middle-aged man, Yan Mingguang grabbed a spoon and a cake on the table, and tossed them forward one after another—

The spoon hit the waiter's shoulder without any pain, knocking back the waiter who was approaching the middle-aged man a little, and the pastry was exactly the moment the waiter stepped back. Throw it into the mouth of a middle-aged man!

The action of the waiter suddenly stopped.

The middle-aged man's mouth was stuffed with pastries. He was completely frightened and stared at the waiter in front of him. The rest of the players looked at Yan Mingguang with the horrified eyes of the waiter, obviously shocked by his move just now.

The waiter and the middle-aged man were like this, one fell to the ground, the other stretched out his hand but did not move further.

Yan Wei's guess was confirmed - the waiter could only kill "guests" who did not fully comply with what he said.

Just now in the corridor, his so-called triggering death condition is not something that the waiter can do.

—There are other murders in this hotel!

Yan Wei came to a conclusion, seeing that the middle-aged man was still sitting there not daring to move, he raised his voice: "Swallow it!"

The desire to survive left the middle-aged man with no room to think. He completely forgot his attitude when he said that Yan Wei was a "young man", and he swallowed the whole cake without even chewing it. down.

The next moment, the waiter instantly resumed his smile.

His skinny face smiled, and all the skins were pulled together in horrific folds.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that the cake he just swallowed choked in his throat, turning his pale face into a pig liver color.

He didn't care about the food he said before, he grabbed the red wine on the table and poured it down.

The players had lingering fears, and they were a little fortunate to eat a little with Yan Wei at the beginning. The middle-aged man who survived the catastrophe also glanced at Yan Wei, and his cheeks, which were already red from choking, turned even redder. He didn't dare to say anything at the moment, and sat on the ground with his legs limp. He was completely different from the "little young man" who mocked Yan Wei just now.

Gao Ming glanced at Yan Mingguang, and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, you threw food to him, we never thought it would be like this."

Yan Mingguang did not answer. This person doesn't seem to care much about these things, doesn't care what other people think, and doesn't explain what just happened.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Wei immediately understood that Yan Mingguang didn't care at all. Whether Cheng clarified that it was his idea to throw the food just now depends on whether he is willing to say it or not. He now has an inexplicable one-half undead skill on his body. If he stands in the most conspicuous place, it will be fine when the skill is not turned on. When the skill is turned on, others can easily see that he will not have an accident.

It is also a good choice to have a strong person like Yan Mingguang to accept the attention of others for him.

Yan Wei wanted to understand the key points, and directly let Gao Ming and others misunderstand without saying anything.

The waiter has stood up again and walked back to all the players with the room card.

At this time, Lou's voice suddenly sounded in Yan Wei's mind.

[Congratulations to the player for the drop! ]

[Because you are the first player to enjoy the food prepared by the waiter, and you have helped the waiter to make all players enjoy the food he carefully prepared, you have received the buff "Waiter's Favor". ]

Whether the waiter hates players or likes players depends on luck. ]

Yan Wei: “…”

Luck is a thing, he will not be better.

He touched the black ring in his hand, the information panel popped up, and in the buff/debuff column in the copy, "Waiter's Disgust" and "Waiter's Favor" were arranged next to each other.

Yan Wei: "..."

The waiter had walked up to him, holding the room card in his hand, smiled and said to him: "You are really the best customer I have served—"

His voice froze, his smile dropped a degree, and the conversation suddenly changed: "...Actually, it's not that good, and it's very ugly!"

The waiter said, spread out the four room cards in his hand, and the room cards were printed with numbers, 2, 3, 4, and 5.

He took out a room card numbered 2, "I like guests who live up to the food I prepare, I will give you the best room—"

The waiter just took out the room card numbered 2, then stuffed it back in again, and pulled out the room card numbered 5, "But the ugly people live in the worst... "

Yan Wei: “…”

Then the waiter took out the room cards marked 2 and 5 and put them back, took them out and put them back, looked back and forth several times, the waiter reluctantly took the room cards marked 2 The card was completely pulled out and said: "But the first person to have dinner should live in the best room... But you are really annoying."

He put the key number 2 back again.

After struggling for a long time, the waiter finally grinned and put the room card number 5 into Yan Wei's hand: "Guest, please keep your room card, each room has a different experience."

Yan Wei looked at the transparent information panel in front of him, and saw with his own eyes that the two columns of "Waiter's Favorite" and "Waiter's Dislike" lighted up alternately just now. on "Waiter's Disgust".

If I remember correctly, according to what the waiter just said, the room number 2 is the best, and the room number 5 is the worst.

A place like this, so-called good or bad, must have something to do with those unclean things.

He looked at the debuff on the panel in front of him without words, but didn't take the room card immediately.

The waiter saw that he did not move, and the hoarse and gloomy voice sounded: "Guest, do you have any questions?"

Yan Wei took the room card and muttered, "I have no problem, I just think there is something wrong with your brain."