The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 679 Nightmare: The Death of It

— Tick.

The sound of water droplets falling woke him up like a heavy hammer.

"Uh... heh..."

Longjing tea let out a low and heavy lament.

Severe dizziness disturbed his brain, and sweat flooded his body.

The cold, hard and sticky touch from his back made him feel nauseated.He is clearly conscious, but his limbs seem to be entangled by snakes... No matter how much he wants to move, he still can't move.

That is, an incomparably real sense of fear.

It's like a ghost pressing a bed, and I can't even open my eyes.

After the players got used to reducing the pain to a certain level...they haven't felt such a distinct and strong sense of discomfort for a long time.

And his concentration was abnormally lax - he couldn't even concentrate his thinking ability completely, and he could only barely realize that he was in a nightmare.

--finally.

After Longjing Cha tried to concentrate for the third time, there seemed to be some transparent and invisible film shattered before his eyes, and his whole body suddenly lightened.

He opened his eyes in an instant, turned over and sat up in an instant.

"Hiss... huh, ha... ha... ha...!"

Longjing Cha gasped for breath, his right hand, which gradually regained consciousness, was propped on the ground, while his left hand was wiping the cold sweat oozing from his cheeks and temples.

He soon realized that the object touched by his right hand was abnormally cold.

——It was a ceramic bathtub with icy cold water.

If Longjing Tea feels something, turn around.

Tick.

The slightly rotating and half-closed faucet is continuously dripping water into the bathtub.

Before that, he was lying quietly in the cold water of the bathtub.

--tub?Faucet?
Is there such a thing in the Mist Continent?

Thinking to himself, Longjing Cha stood up from the bathtub.

The bathroom was decent, if not modern.At least it is also the European decoration style after the 90s.

He even saw a mirror.

Thinking about it, Longjing Cha kicked the water on his pants after leaving the bathtub, before he had time to change his dry clothes, he went over first.

He looked it over carefully.

——I found that it was myself that appeared in the mirror.In other words, it is the "Longjing Tea" in the Mist Continent, not the "Old Chen" outside.

Although the clothes are completely different from when he entered... It has become a light blue, rather modern shirt.

This discovery made him relax for a moment.

At least the scariest situation didn't happen...

...But he opened the copy of the live broadcast.

But now, not only did all the bullet screens in front of Longjing Cha disappear, he couldn't even breathe out the display panels of health and erosion.

The touch from the tips of his fingers...was so real too.He scratched hard on the back of his left hand with the nail of his right thumb, and the pain was very clear.

100% pain ratio...

Can't see my health bar.

Unable to enter the forum.

Can't see the barrage.

...couldn't even log out of the game.

"Damn it, why..."

Longjing tea casually complained: "I don't want to play that fucking game of 'If you are a man, you go to the [-]th floor'..."

Having said that, he was still a little nervous.

He also couldn't be sure...if he died here, would he be able to be resurrected.

And at this moment, he touched a silver ring inlaid with emeralds on his left middle finger.

—that was his load.

The clothes changed... The one-time props and ritual props stored in the wizard's robe obviously no longer exist, but his curse bearer came back with him?

Longjing Cha's heart moved, and a dark green light oozes from his pupils.

At the same time, the dark green light also bloomed from his emerald gems simultaneously.As the light green inverted tree pattern spread from the center to the wrist, the power of the curse filled Longjing Tea's body again.

...can I use spells?
He was a little surprised.

It was a precedent that had never been seen in his previous nightmares.

——Is this the legendary [Alien-level] nightmare?
But Longjing tea did not act rashly.

He just retracted the curse to the carrier again, and then began to check his body.

"... Am I hurt?"

Longjing tea touched the back, but did not feel the wound.The whole body is basically intact.

No.

He gave the answer.

"—So, am I committing suicide, or is someone trying to kill me?"

He whispered, drying his right hand with a towel next to the mirror.Then I touched the place under my eyes with my hand - there is very little sweat there.

Although his face was covered in cold sweat just now, it was indeed dry there.

The location of the faucet in the bathtub is on his right side, and the location to turn off the faucet is also nearby.So there is indeed a possibility of getting wet.

He checked his sleeves again.

The right sleeve was found to be more damp than the left... the upper part of the left sleeve was still dry.And the right hand was soaked.

The situation is obvious.This should be the faucet that he turned on and off on his own initiative.

But the problem came again.

Let’s not call it “self”—then why did “he” commit suicide?And why should the water flow be turned off drop by drop?

Thinking calmly, Longjing Cha looked back at the bathtub.

He quickly and roughly calculated in his mind through the shallow water mark.

...about three to five hours.

No matter how precise it is, it is not so easy to calculate.

Just in case, Longjing Tea didn't turn off the faucet immediately - although the possibility is very low, if someone is monitoring the status of the faucet, he will be exposed directly.

The door to the bathroom room didn't close.

Longjing Cha didn't wear slippers, but walked around the room calmly, wet all over.After confirming that there was no one else in the house, I changed into dry and clean clothes.

In the process, he reconfirmed that this was definitely not the era of the Mist Continent... or the world.

Because he saw something like a "television" so clearly.

It's not the kind of TV with an LCD screen, but the kind of big square that is controlled by a knob.At this moment, the "TV" is on, but there is a snowflake screen on it.

Longjing Cha looked up at his watch.

—Afternoon, three fifty.

There are unwashed plates on the table, judging from the residue, it seems to be steak or other types of fried meat.The sauce is black pepper - indeed Longjing tea's favorite.

He checked that he wasn't hungry right now.

"Then I should be in the bathtub after dinner..."

He muttered and found a bottle of medicine on the table.

The transparent bottle, without any label, contained small oval tablets in a blue color reminiscent of toilet cleaners.

Is this a sleeping pill?or something else?
Longjing Cha thought for a while, and found his coat from the room - it was a somewhat handsome blue-black uniform with a coat of arms.

He pocketed the pill bottle.

Then go back to the bathroom and turn on the faucet.

Just then, he heard the phone ring.

He went back to the living room and picked up the phone.

He didn't speak first, just in case.

Instead, a hoarse voice came from inside - Longjing Cha was secretly glad that he could still understand.

But he quickly frowned.

"Longjing tea, come to the bureau quickly."

A majestic middle-aged man's voice came: "Someone is about to be killed...take your gun."

Hey?I'm a policeman?

Longjing Cha froze for a moment before realizing something.

and many more.

……quick?

(End of this chapter)