Outside the game, White Tower Prison.

People in gray prison uniforms huddled together in a dark prison, the atmosphere was oppressive and dull, and the room was filled with the smell of damp.

There were women crying with their young children in their arms, and some men cursed the guards in a low voice. They didn't know what they were going to face or when tomorrow would come, so they could only sit together in a group, gathering a little warmth.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside the cell.

Soon, the cell door was opened, and the heavily armed guards pushed in a thin young man.

The boy was wearing the same gray prison uniform as them, with a thin body, and when he was pushed in, he staggered and nearly fell.

He lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief. When he raised his eyes, he revealed a pair of blue eyes that were different from ordinary people.

The door of the cell was slammed shut, creating a cloud of choking dust.

The boy looked up and looked around, and finally went to the corner to find an empty seat and sat down on the spot.

His back was pressed against the cold wall, and his body felt a chill.He closed his eyes with no emotion in them.

"This is an unfamiliar face, young man, where are you from?"

After the guard left, someone in the cell took the initiative to ask questions.

The people in this cell are basically "mobs" who were captured by the guards from the south area of the hive a few days ago. Everyone was originally a neighbor and knew each other.

The young man looked up, his blue eyes seemed to still glow faintly in the dark room.

People around were not surprised when they saw the young man's blue eyes, because a small part of the supernatural beings would be affected by supernatural powers and change their appearance, among which the hair color and eye color were most likely to be affected.

But at this time, when someone asked such a sentence, the rest of the people focused their attention on the young man, waiting for his answer.

The boy also raised his head and met the eyes of those people.

He has a pair of beautiful eyes, but the part below the eyes is covered by a black mask, which looks very special because of the huge cross symbol drawn on it.

The boy didn't answer the man's question.

He only raised his finger to point to the position of his mouth, then shook his head, indicating that he could not speak.

"Ah, dumb." The person who asked the question said in a regretful tone:

"It's a pity, such a beautiful child."

"Who here has no regrets?" Someone next to him spoke up, with a dissatisfied tone:

"Life is already difficult enough, but we were picked on by someone and thrown into this damned place. What the hell did we do? Damn it, the guards are so fucking goddamn damned, when will we be so big in this kind of life.”

The man began to curse as he spoke, and he turned his head and spat.

The people around me listened and advised me:

"Speak softly, and be careful not to be heard by outsiders, and you will be charged with another crime."

"Just press it. I'm afraid of him? Just kill me if you have the ability. Killing me is better than leaving me here half-dead and worried."

The man sighed heavily.

After these words, there was another long silence.

Later, there was a young child crying in the corner, and the woman carefully comforted the child in her arms, humming an unknown nursery rhyme in a low voice.

The nursery rhyme echoed in the dark room, it was obviously a gentle and soothing tune, but it was inexplicably worrying to hear.

The young man looked up at all this, without any disturbance in his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers. After a moment, he paused and noticed a pair of small feet breaking into the ground in front of him.

The little guy didn't wear shoes, and his bare feet stepped on the ground, dirty.

The boy raised his eyes and saw that it was a little girl.

The little girl looked five or six years old, with long hair hanging behind her.

She stretched out her hand to the boy, and there was a white flower lying in her hand.

The boy stared down at the little flower for a while, and then noticed that the girl shook her hand at him, as if she wanted to give him the little flower in her hand.

The boy hesitated for a moment, took the little flower from her palm, and heard her ask in a low voice:

"name?"

The young man glanced at her, raised his hand and wrote the word "Qing Niao" on her palm, not knowing whether the child could read or not.

The girl withdrew her hand, stared at her palm for a while, and said nothing.

She squeezed into the gap between the boy and the wall, and sat down next to him.

"step by step."

Qing Niao heard the girl whisper:

"My name is Bubu."

Games Lobby.

Ten minutes ago, Esther leaned on Jian Lingxi's ear and said a word to him:

"Boss, I suddenly remembered a very important thing. I went to the bar you went to last morning to play, and saw the team leader there!"

At this time, Esther walked quickly in front of Jian Lingxi to lead the way, he turned around and finally stopped outside a bar.

Jian Lingxi stood at the door of the shop, he looked at the shop, then raised his eyebrows slightly.

He has been here, specifically a few days ago, he met the sleeping Ye Fei here.

"Did you see Yan Jin in here?"

Jian Lingxi glanced at him sideways.

"Yes! I'm definitely not mistaken! It's just that uncle who is dressed like a dog but has a bad personality and weird habits."

Esther said no mercy, but Jian Lingxi was in a good mood.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, chewing the name in his heart.

Yan Jin.

The sixth leader of the Reaper's special service team, and the deadly enemy of Ye Fei, the former president of the Doctors' Union.The two were friends at first, but later they turned against each other and fought in the White Tower for many years. Until now, when people mention Ye Fei or Yan Jin, they will always bring the other up intentionally or unintentionally.

He can be regarded as the most famous leader of the death group, but unfortunately he is a short-lived ghost.

Unlike the other departments of the Sixth White Tower, the Reaper Group has only one way to replace the head——the death of the head.

Of course, Jian Lingxi was an exception.

As for Yan Jin, he should have "accidentally" died in a certain mission a few years ago.

At first Jian Lingxi heard Esther say that he saw this person, but he didn't believe it, but Esther patted his chest with him and assured him that what he saw must be Yan Jin.

Jian Lingxi doesn't like meeting things that were not planned, so he came here with Esther to prevent accidents.

A coldness flashed in Jian Ling's west eyes.

He pushed open the bar door and stepped in.

After entering, he realized that this place was different from the last time he came.There were no carnival players inside, and the original dance floor was filled with several light screens.

The people in the bar sat around the light screen, they watched the pictures on the light screen, and laughed and cheered for certain clips from time to time.

Jian Lingxi frowned, feeling very disgusted by this.

Only then did Esther realize that most of the bosses still didn't know what had happened in the game, so he briefly explained to Jian Lingxi the situation of those people in the Gilded Casino and the source of the light screen images in front of them.

After hearing this, Jian Lingxi didn't show any unnecessary emotions.

He only nodded to show that he understood, then raised his eyes and looked around at the guests in the bar.

There were a lot of people sitting there, crowded and mixed, Jian Lingxi glanced at it, but didn't see the familiar face in his memory.

Jian Lingxi asked:

"Where is Yan Jin?"

Esther scratched her head.

He said:

"It's gone now, I saw it there before."

Esther pointed in the direction.

Jian Lingxi glanced in the direction he pointed.

light screen area.

Jian Lingxi didn't find it strange that Yan Jin had recovered his life in the original mission, after all, this person had a tenacious vitality, like some kind of annoying bug.

Now it seemed that he had indeed saved his life, but he didn't dare to show his face, so he could only linger in the shadows, maybe even fell in love with the corrupt days of the gilt casino.

But he is an unlucky ghost, he dies as soon as he dies, and he just happened to meet an accident and was involved in the game.

A smile appeared on Jian Lingxi's lips.

He raised his right hand and grasped it with five fingers. Following his movement, a cold light flashed in the dark room.

The Blood Moon Scythe appeared out of nowhere, Jian Lingxi held the handle of the knife and turned it around, and then smashed it down heavily with the back of the knife facing the ground.

A crisp metal impact filled the room, and also cut off the chaotic voices in the room.

You may not recognize Jian Lingxi's face, but you must have heard of this knife.

After the appearance of the Blood Moon Scythe, the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense. The players who watched the excitement did not dare to breathe, and all watched Jian Lingxi's movements nervously.

Fortunately, Jian Lingxi didn't intend to embarrass them.

He just asked:

"Who is in charge here?"

The gazes of the players all turned to the side bar.

Behind the bar, the boss-like man silently raised his hand:

"...It's me, what's your order?"

Jian Lingxi smiled at him with curved lips, but there was no smile in her golden eyes, which made the boss get goosebumps.

"It's nothing, just borrow your equipment for a while."

"Okay..." The boss didn't dare to refuse, he boldly asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"Find someone."

Jian Lingxi said lightly.

Esther next to him moved a chair for him, and Jian Lingxi sat on it, facing several light screens on the dance floor:

"Can the screen be switched?"

"Yes, yes." The boss nodded, endured and endured, and reminded:

"But boss, there are still more than a thousand survivors among the tourists. Do you really want to find them one by one? And the person you are looking for may already be..."

"Look, that guy doesn't die so easily."

Jian Lingxi chuckled lightly:

"Even if he's dead, it can only be counted after I personally confirm it."

Jian Lingxi just sat there, waiting for the boss to switch the screens one by one.

The changing light of the light screen reflected on his face, making him feel a bit more chilled.

Some of the spectators around left early because they were afraid of getting into trouble, while others were waiting by the side, wanting to see who Jian Lingxi was looking for.

Finally, after a long search, Jian Lingxi raised her hand:

"Left one, zoom in."

The boss heard the words and quickly followed suit.

The largest piece of the light screen switched to a magnified face of a middle-aged man.

Esther was dozing off next to her, but she woke up when she saw the man.

He almost jumps up:

"It's him! Boss! It's him, right?!"

The man in the picture has a slightly harsh appearance. He combs his hair back and has a mustache on his chin. He looks like a shrewd and not easy to provoke.

Jian Lingxi looked directly into his eyes through the screen.

It seems that Yan Jin is doing well in the game, and it is also true that a person like him will calculate his situation clearly and make every step of the way.

Jian Lingxi looked at it for a while, and found that the guy seemed to be smoking on a rooftop or something.

He wasn't the only one there, there was a man standing beside him.Jian Lingxi didn't pay attention at first, until the screen zoomed out, revealing the face of the man beside Yan Jin.

The man looked fair, with deep and gentle eyebrows and eyes, not like an oriental face.

He has a gentle temperament, curly chestnut hair, and a monocle on the bridge of his nose.

Jian Lingxi narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at the man for a long time.

He seemed a little uncertain, and only murmured:

"...Noah?"

"Huh?" Esther heard his words, but couldn't hear them clearly.

Jian Lingxi also ignored him.

Yan Jin's status as a tourist meant that he would be trapped in the dungeon until the end of the game and could not escape. Jian Lingxi originally didn't plan to take care of him, but now it seems that things have become a little troublesome.

He must get rid of this guy immediately.

Jian Lingxi got up from her chair and asked the boss:

"What instance number is he in?"

The boss was stunned for a moment, and quickly lowered his head to inquire:

"Nine zero nine!"

Jian Lingxi took Esther out of the bar and went straight to the game login entrance in the central square.

As usual, many players surrounded the game login entrance. After seeing Jian Lingxi, they stepped aside one after another, and Jian Lingxi thus successfully arrived at the game login board.

He raised his hand to light the light screen, and after a while, a prompt popped up on the screen:

"Does player 002 Jian Lingxi need to spend 10,000 points to designate a copy of the game to log in?"

Without even thinking about it, Jian Lingxi clicked "OK".

"Please enter a copy number"

Jian Lingxi filled in "909" as the bar owner said.

The light screen started to load, but after a while, it popped up a red "failed" message instead of a "selection successful" notification.

"Failed to load"

"Dungeon 909 is locked. You need to log in with a specific player to unlock it. Player 002 Jian Lingxi has no permission to choose"

"Please choose again"