Chapter 386

On the table in front of him, a cup of hot coffee was steaming, and Wen Jianyan turned his head to look at the French windows beside him.

The greenery is abundant outside the window, and the bright sunlight penetrates the green leaves and falls on the table top.

The facilities in the anchor hall are a bit too complete.

Although I have seen similar scenes before, when I saw it for the first time, it still gave people the illusion of returning to the real world.

"dislike?"

Tangerine Candy blinked and didn't know what to do. The scene outside the window suddenly changed into a neon building in the night sky, full of traffic.

She tilted her head and pondered for a while:

"Or this?"

In the next second, the window turned into a blue deep seabed, with schools of fish swaying and sparkling.

"That's it."

Seeing Tangerine Candy ready to move and wanting to continue, Wen Jianyan hastily stopped her.

"Okay then." Tangerine Candy retracted his gaze with some regret, and began to sip the colorful tropical juice in front of him.

Hugo sat quietly on the side, his eyes drooped without emotion, looking indifferent and tired.

Seemingly noticing Wen Jianyan's gaze, Tangerine Candy looked up from the tropical juice that was holding most of it down, pouted, and seemed to be used to it:

"Hugo has always been this lack of sleep, just get used to it."

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Tangerine Candy cut to the chase, "I'll hire you for the next dungeon."

"oh?"

Wen Jianyan stared at her with downcast eyes, holding a silver spoon with his slender white finger bones, gently stirring the coffee, the blue waves fell on his face, covering his face with a layer of deceptive tenderness mean.

"Is there anything special about it?"

Although Tangerine Candy hasn't leaked any information yet, Wen Jianyan has been keenly aware that the next dungeon that the other party wants to invite him to enter is probably... not ordinary.

"I think you should know by now, after becoming a member of the secret council, you need to accept the task?"

Tangerine Candy said.

Wen Jianyan: "Of course."

In the just-concluded meeting, Hugo had already explained it to him very clearly.

"The tasks have different ratings, different difficulties, and different refresh probabilities."

Under the guidance of Tangerine Candy, Wen Jianyan opened the app on the phone that appeared after the secret meeting ended.

Sure enough, a series of tasks appeared on the screen.

The lowest is C-level, the highest is A-level, and there are two or three S-level tasks. The A-level tasks have been taken over, and the anchor code name of the next task can be seen in twos and threes. There are still a lot of C-level and B-level leftovers, and there are very few S-levels, but they are basically all received.

"The income of grade B and grade C is too low, few people are willing to go," Orange Candy said, stirring the ice cubes in the cup boredly, "grade A and grade S will be more popular."

Sure enough, these top-ranked head anchors are different from other anchors in the live broadcast room. Rather than seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, these strong players are more willing to exchange risks for benefits.

"By the way, there is one more thing,"

Tangerine Candy seemed to think of something, and said: "The difficulty of the task is related to the difficulty of the dungeon, but the correlation is not that great."

"Oh?" Wen Jianyan became interested.

"It means that even in the B-level dungeon, there may be S-level tasks, and the tasks in the S-level dungeon may also be C-level tasks with very low difficulty."

Tangerine Candy said: "And the content of the task is also very different. Sometimes it is just to find a specific item, but sometimes it is necessary to trigger a specific plot line, or to enter a certain branch line. A location, what to do... In short, there are many types, and it is difficult to generalize."

"Then what about yours this time?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"A-level copy," Orange Candy said with a smile, "S-level mission."

"I see. However, it's not the first time you have done such a difficult task, right?" Wen Jianyan looked at the orange candy sitting across the table and asked thoughtfully, "What's the matter this time?" Is it different?"

Hugo on the side opened his eyes at some point and looked over.

"Of course," Tangerine Candy propped his chin with his hands, and lowered his voice pretending to be mysterious, "This mission has been on the list for a long, long time, but no one has accepted it."

"How to say?"

"Some tasks require preconditions." Hugo, who was on the side, spoke.

Wen Jianyan turned his head and looked over.

"..."

Tangerine Candy seemed very dissatisfied that Hugo broke the mystery she created, and gave him a gloomy look.

"Anyway, that's about it," Tangerine Tang lay down on the table, and said with a lack of interest, "Some tasks, if you don't meet the prerequisites, you can't take it even if you want to."

"This task was also completed by me by accident, so I got the qualification to take it." Orange Tang stretched his waist, "I was planning to build a good relationship with the oracle and borrow a prophet from them Yes, but you also know what happened next."

Wen Jianyan did know.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Tangerine Candy took over the oracle mission. However, due to his disruption, Tangerine Candy not only failed to complete the mission, but even had a half-face with the oracle. Naturally, it was impossible to borrow from it. It's the anchor with the talent of prediction, of course... Even if it is really possible, with Wen Jianyan's understanding of Orange Candy, it is really unlikely that she will ask for it.

"You caused something, so you have to make up for it, understand?" Tangerine Candy narrowed her eyes.

"Understand."

Wen Jianyan sighed helplessly and nodded.

Hugo watched the conversation between the two, but remained silent.

He naturally knew what happened in the [Prosperity Building] dungeon, and he also understood that the other party was the direct cause of the quarrel between Tangerine Candy and the oracle.

However, it couldn't fully explain why Tangerine Candy insisted on inviting him to join such an important operation.

Hugo's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan, showing a thoughtful expression.

"The next dungeon will start in ten days," Tangerine Candy said. "You won't have enough rest time, but if you miss it, it will be difficult to wait."

"no problem."

Wen Jianyan shrugged indifferently.

Since entering the nightmare, he hasn't stopped spinning continuously, and he has long been used to this way of working—until something is resolved, he can even maintain this state of excessive energy for many years, as if he is tireless Generally, one puts one's life, painstaking efforts, and everything into it.

No time, no cost.

Soon, after the simple procedures, Wen Jianyan accepted the invitation for Orange Candy's next dungeon.

"That's it."

He put a handkerchief in his palm, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile, "See you in ten days."

"..."

Tangerine Tang frowned tightly, staring at the hand stretched out in front of her, hesitated for a long time, finally pinched her nose, shook the other's fingertips in disgust, and then quickly let go.

"snort."

*

After discussing with Tangerine Candy, it was getting late.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and glanced at the phone. It was a message from Chen Mo. The content of the message was very simple, only three words:

"It's done."

not bad.

Wen Jianyan smiled.

I have to say that he really appreciates Chen Mo's work efficiency, and he has completed all the tasks he gave in just a short time.

"Didi."

There is a message sent.

It belongs to Chen Mo.

There is nothing redundant in it, only a brand new address.

【almost there. 】

Wen Jianyan stuffed the phone into his pocket and began to walk slowly.

Soon, he came to the address in the message.

Chen Mo was already waiting there, he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Wen Jianyan.

"Here, carry it." Wen Jianyan handed over a luxuriously decorated gift basket.

"..."

Chen Mo was silent, glanced at the overly exaggerated huge basket shining with colorful luster, slowly stretched out his hand, and took it.

"Okay, let's go."

Wen Jianyan turned around and walked forward.

"Where are you going?" Chen Mo hesitated to speak.

"Visit our future neighbors."

Wen Jianyan glanced at him with a smile, then continued to walk forward.

Chen Mo: "..."

There is a bad feeling.

Soon, the two came to the door of the so-called "neighbor".

The tall Gothic building, with its pointed dome, looks majestic and sacred, with a sense of inviolable oppression.

【oracle】

oracle.

Wen Jianyan came to the door and knocked on the door without changing his face:

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The sound was abrupt and noisy, which made people's blood pressure rise.

Before he could knock a few times, the door was opened from the inside.

It is a very beautiful anchor, who is obviously responsible for handling the reception of the oracle. She has a smile on her face, and she is not surprised when she sees Wen Jianyan. It is obvious that Wen Jianyan is standing at the door By the time, his identity had been found out:

"Welcome, Mr. Pinocchio, please wait here for a while, I have notified your superiors of your arrival, Mr. Gentleman should be here soon."

"Okay." Wen Jianyan nodded very comfortably.

Holding a huge flower basket, Chen Mo followed Wen Jianyan into the guild with a froze face.

The existence of the two of them seemed incompatible with the entire Oracle Guild, but Wen Jianyan seemed completely unaware of this, looking left and right in a very novel way, just like an old man who just entered the city cap.

When Wen Jianyan came to the door, the gentleman had already received the news.

"..."

He lowered his eyes and stared at the message sent from the terminal with a gloomy expression.

He didn't show any abnormalities in the secret meeting before, but that doesn't mean he forgot what happened in the copy of [Prosperous Hotel].

If it was said that his initial views on Wen Jianyan were only based on the interests of the guild, then by now, this simple position issue has risen to the level of personal grievances.

In the last dungeon, the opponent played tricks on him too many times.

And the last time directly annoyed him even more.

At the last moment before the end of the copy, looking at the sugar ball in his palm, the gentleman had completely figured out what this guy was up to.

During the banquet, they used their teammates from the red team to threaten the opponent's whole set of behaviors. In fact, they were all expected by the opponent, and they were even happy to see it happen. The purpose was to use them and put their teammates in danger. Take it out, and by the way, create a soft-hearted character for yourself that "values ​​​​the lives of teammates more than anything else", so that they can hand over the real decisive tool: Ming coins, without any precautions.

Thinking of how at the end of the dungeon, all of them looked like idiots, being played around...

The gentleman felt a strong killing intent rising from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't cut the opponent into pieces.

The gentleman's face didn't change much, but the hand holding the phone was slowly tightened, and his fingertips turned pale with force. Everyone around him felt his abnormally cold aura fluctuations, and couldn't help but keep silent.

"…call."

The gentleman closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the rage in his heart.

However, this dungeon is not completely useless.

Although he didn't get the final profit share, but after careful study, his purpose of actively entering this dungeon was actually completed in sevens and eighties. Moreover, at the end of the dungeon, he also got a surprise. The type of talent of this mysterious opponent is finally a bit of a spectrum.

Generally, it is impossible to deceive the ghosts in the dungeon and the system judgment of the nightmare at the same time, it is precisely because of this that they will be so careless in the end to confirm the authenticity of the props. .

In the whole nightmare, there is no prop that can do this.

However, some talents are possible.

Now it seems that Pinocchio is most likely to be some kind of talent that can distort reality... This kind of talent has extremely high restrictions, but as long as the conditions are met, it is almost invincible. It is a very terrifying type, but at the same time, the price will also be is the tallest among them.

As far as he knew, only Bai Xue in the first ten miles had similar talent.

Gentleman narrowed his eyes.

Now that they know the type of the opponent's talent, they will be able to formulate a corresponding strategy after that... Wait until the next time, this guy won't escape from them so easily.

However, before that, he was not prepared to fall out with the other party.

Unexpectedly, the opposite party came directly to the door.

The gentleman's eyes were dim.

This Pinocchio is just like a cockroach, he can't be beaten to death, and he always leans in front of him to hate him, it's really disgusting.

However, when he raised his head again, his previous politeness had returned to his face.

"Tell him I'll be right there."

It will not be long before the Oracle Guild is from where the Gentleman is now.

Soon, he came to the door of his guild, but before the gentleman walked in, he was attracted by the building next to him.

In front of him is a very modern high-rise building with a somewhat strange shape. When looking up, it makes one's neck sore. The surface of the building is very exaggerated golden glass, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

Not only does it not match the surroundings at all, but it also exudes a strong, upstart-like atmosphere.

The gentleman frowned, feeling his eyes hurt a little.

Isn't this the very center of the Nightmare guild area? Why did such a vulgar building suddenly appear?

Before he could figure it out, Wen Jianyan came out of the door, followed by a team member he had seen in the previous dungeon.

"..."

The gentleman was taken aback, and soon put a skillful smile on his face.

"good afternoon."

He touched the brim of his hat.

"I don't know why you are here this time..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Jianyan waved his hand and interrupted him.

He smiled and said, "It's nothing serious."

The amber eyes of the young man were slightly bent, and the smile on his face was particularly friendly: "It's just that we will be neighbors with you soon, so come to visit."

…Neighbor?

The gentleman froze for a moment.

Before he could react, Wen Jianyan blinked at him: "You probably don't have time right now, but so do I."

He waved his hand and smiled:

"See you next time."

After speaking, he walked away with a relaxed pace.

Looking at the back of the other party, the gentleman suddenly felt a chill, as if some bad premonition was about to be fulfilled.

Neighbor? !

This is the very center of the Nightmare guild area, and it is absolutely impossible for guilds ranked below five to enter unless...

As if he suddenly thought of something, the gentleman took out the mobile phone terminal from his pocket and began to flip through it quickly.

His complexion became more and more ugly.

I don't know what happened, but the results of the last dungeon began to spread wildly on the forum. Rumors and gossips were rampant, and there were rumors everywhere. The gentleman lost a complete defeat, was in the limelight, and there were even a few details that were too embarrassing for them to ferment wildly on the forum.

At the same time, rumors about the low death rate and high pass rate in the [Law-abiding Citizen] guild have gradually become known to all the anchors.

As if pinching a point, the [Law-abiding and Good Citizens] guild began to openly recruit people for the first time, and even because the registration was too hot, it even prompted the emergence of lotteries and scalpers. Some people filled their pockets and made a lot of money, but Even so, it still didn't dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd. Countless anchors flocked to it, trying to get inside.

What's even weirder is...

This guild seems to accept everything no matter who they are.

Not quality, only weight.

Any other guild that wants to develop for a long time will not do this, because in this case, the points and welfare distribution will not only be insufficient, but will also greatly lower the guild's competitiveness. The entry threshold is too low, and it is impossible to retain any talented Potential broadcaster.

But... this point does not seem to be critical for those anchors with lower points.

Every time the guild total points ranking is refreshed, the guild's ranking will jump up.

"..."

The gentleman's complexion has become so ugly that it cannot be added.

His fingers loosened slowly.

The screen refreshes again.

Using this rough crowd tactics, 【Law-abiding Good Citizen】became fifth in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, the total number of points is still rising rapidly.

On the screen, the introduction and pictures of the guild appeared.

The tall and tacky golden building, below are a few words in golden light: [Law-abiding and Good Citizens] Association.

In the corner of the photo, the dome of the oracle can still be vaguely seen.

gentleman:"……………"

A strong desire to kill rises in my heart.

At this moment, the reception anchor of the Oracle Guild came out. She saw the gentleman, as if she saw a savior, and hurriedly said: "Vice President! You are here! Just—"

"I know."

The smile on the gentleman's face is hard to maintain.

"He's gone."

"That's good," the host breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, she thought of something: "By the way, what are you going to do with the gift that the anchor brought before?"

"Gift?"

Gentleman frowned.

He followed the receptionist into the room, and at a glance, he saw the gorgeous, golden gift basket that exuded the aura of nouveau riche.

"..."

The gentleman narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

The visitor is not good.

He walked forward slowly, with 120,000 points of vigilance, as if he was afraid that the other party would do something in it, and opened the gift package bit by bit-

A sweet, familiar smell hits my face.

The gentleman could no longer hold any smile on his face, he lowered his eyes expressionlessly, the receptionist next to him was startled, and took a few steps back in fear, for fear of stepping into the overly cold aura of the other party.

He slowly reached in and took out the contents.

Under the light, the pink sugar **** are crystal clear.

There is a sweet strawberry smell.

There is a basket full of strawberry candies.

"Crack—!"

The sugar ball was crushed abruptly by the gentleman.

The face that lost the smile became more and more cold and strange, and even looked a bit ferocious and distorted.

-Pinocchio.

you are dead!