The cute boy lowered his head.
"Help, ahem, help!" A man's weak voice sounded behind the metal door, "Kill me if you dare... Help."
The cute boy raised his head and stared at the Smoker.
The Smoker shouted at the crack in the door: "People inside! The door is locked, and we don't have the key!"
"Ahem, the key, the key is always under the flower pot by the door," the man said.
The cute boy searched under the broken flower pots nearby and soon found a key under one of them.
The Smoker did not take the key immediately but asked the players to give him a sharpened short spear made from a tree branch, and asked for space to move and the fastest escape route.
"Cute boy." He leaned against the metal door, raised the short spear, and signaled to the cute boy that he was ready.
The cute boy inserted the key and twisted it hard to the right.
The metal door made the sound of gears meshing and the transmission running.
A huge gear loomed in the crack of the door, and then pressed in.
Clang!
The metal door opened a crack.
"Is anyone there?" The Smoker squeezed through the door, holding the short spear high in his hand, "We're coming in!"
The fat on his face didn't even tremble, and his eyes were faintly rebellious.
The cute man had no doubt that if the Smoker saw someone, his first reaction would not be to save the person but to immediately aim the short spear at the vitals of the person in need of help.
No one.
Behind the door was a concrete wall, and black and green mold grew on the wet wall.
On both sides of the earth wall, one side was also a wall, a dead end; the other side led to a corner, and then bent to somewhere unknown.
In the dark tunnel, only the green emergency light at the corner flickered.
"We're coming in!"
The Smoker's voice kept echoing in the wet tunnel, which was dripping with water, and it felt a little empty and ethereal.
The cute man walked in front, bending his waist.
He turned sideways and poked his head out from the corner of the tunnel.
The tunnel was dim and terribly quiet.
"Cough cough!"
From a distant place, a hoarse cough came from the man in need of help.
He was about to move forward when the Smoker grabbed his arm.
"I'll do it."
He said, and suddenly changed his tone to a relaxed one, whispering, "Hello, audience friends, I'm [Reverse Smoking Like a God]. This is not a scene from a horror game, but the famous 'Cyber Psychosis' in the global gaming community. Yes, it's the 100% realistic virtual reality game."
The cute boy knew that the Smoker had started the live broadcast again.
"I'm really scared, it's dark and quiet, if something strange comes out, I'll be dead," Although he said so frivolously, the Smoker held the short spear in his hand more tightly, and the whole person was like a carnivorous beast lurking in the jungle, "Thank you for the reward, young lady, hehe!"
He stretched out the short spear and touched the ground at the corner.
Nothing.
"Thanks-hairless Charlie! Thank you-donkey Joey!"
The Smoker walked out of the corner carefully and scanned from bottom to top.
It was indeed a bit weird.
[Detected: Infrared alarm device]
The game system pushed aside the invisible ripples, revealing the alarm device hidden in the tunnel.
This is a very simple thing: an infrared ray is emitted from the transmitter on one side and enters the receiver on the other side through the air; if the receiver does not receive the infrared ray, then either the device has a problem or an external object has broken in.
The red lines in front of the Smoker are placed randomly, seemingly without any pattern. If an uninformed person accidentally breaks in, the alarm will definitely be triggered.
But this is just a simple trick.
He lay on the ground, crawled under a pile of red lines, then slowly stood up and slowly crossed the last few red lines.
"Cute boy," the Smoker whispered, "be careful."
The cute boy learned from the Smoker's method and easily passed the infrared barrier.
There is a door in front.
"How can a small trap stump a handsome guy like me?" The Smoker half-crouched and walked forward slowly against the wall.
As he walked, he said, "Look, there is a door in front. What will be in it?"
The Smoker held the door handle and gently pushed the door.
A green light shone from behind the door, exactly the same as the emergency light at the corner, but more stable.
He pushed the door open.
There was no one behind it, just a small room with a glass-top table in the middle and a row of sofas on either side.
On the table were a mess of cards, a few bottles of wine, and an ashtray.
In the ashtray, a cigarette butt was still emitting a bright red glow.
Someone was here just now, or at least he hadn't gone too far.
"Someone is here," said the Smoker.
"What are these?"
The Cute Man was rummaging through a cardboard box.
It was full of strange machines, seemingly disassembled.
He grabbed something that looked like a gun barrel, and pressed something, and a laser beam was fired at the wall in the room.
The Smoker turned around and almost stabbed the Cute Man with his short spear.
The laser was very powerful, and a hole as thick as a finger was punched in the concrete wall.
"Who are you!"
came the voice of a strange man.
The dazzling flashlight made the Smoker and the Cute Man squint their eyes.
"How did you get in! This is the territory of the Wild Wolf Gang!" The strange man threw down the flashlight and said in a panic, "Get away!"
He turned and ran.
The Smoker and the Cute Man looked at each other and immediately ran out of the room to chase him.
"Boss!" The strange man shouted while holding something while running, "Someone broke in! Two people, only two people were seen underground, but there may be more above! Good, good! Kill them and silence them!"
The strange man turned a corner and disappeared.
As the Smoker stepped out, a laser beam passed in front of him.
A hole opened in the wall beside him, and then more.
The dense laser beams penetrated the concrete wall at the corner, and the Smoker turned around and ran with his hands and feet, so he was not hit.
"You are dead!" The strange man shouted fiercely, "Are you the companions of the wanderer? I tell you, the boss will wash you clean, cut you into pieces, and feed you to the mutants in the wasteland! The same goes for that stubborn wanderer!"
He seemed to be angry about the panic just now: "Be sensible, get out immediately before our Wild Wolf Gang's manpower arrives, and pray that you will never step into the warehouse area in your next life!"
The Smoker took off his shirt, propped up with the short spear, and pushed out.
A series of lasers flashed, and his clothes were full of holes.
"Die! Die!" The strange man shouted, but the lasers stopped shooting.
The Smoker made a prompt decision and rushed out from the corner.
The strange machine looked like a turret, but the barrel was extremely small.
The strange man was still changing something on the turret when he looked up and saw a huge fist.
Bang!
"Cute boy!" Smoker shouted.
The Cute Boy followed closely behind and locked the strange man's joints from behind.
Smoker hit the strange man hard on the right temple. This time the strange man tilted his head and fainted.
The unconscious strange man was put on the ground by the Cute Boy.
"I knew it wasn't that simple," said the Cute Boy, "so in this main quest, the hostile NPCs are all from the Wild Wolf Gang?"
"Ahem!" It was the voice of the man asking for help.
The two followed the direction of the voice and after a few steps they found a man who was tied to a pillar with ropes, covered with scars and skinny.
The man raised his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Run, the Wild Wolf Gang is coming."