Please draw your way of death

Chapter 82 Omeland

The two new players I met, the man's name is Mu Heng, and the woman's name is Wen Shi. Just as Meng Qishu thought, they are indeed two old players.

"Are you also looking for this room number?" After getting along for a short time, Mu Heng seemed to realize that there was no hostility between the two parties, so Mu Heng restrained his vigilance a little bit and asked.

"Yes." Meng Qishu didn't deny it, he pointed to the hotel where Mu Heng blocked the door, and said, "Talk while looking?"

"Yes." Mu Heng moved slightly sideways to get out of the way, walked into the store first with Wen Shi, turned his head to talk to Meng Qishu who was following behind, "Three numbers, what do you think is the most likely room number?"

A "0", a "2", and a "5" are not too few numbers that can be formed, but only one is correct.

Without the slightest clue, among so many combinations, which one is the room number they are going to go to?

"For the room number, first exclude the combination starting with '0'." Wen Shi looked very gentle on the outside, and when he spoke, he also gave off a feeling of spring breeze blowing on his face, with a softness like water, It makes people feel very comfortable, "The composition of the room number of the hotel can be roughly divided into two parts, the floor and the specific room number."

For example, the number "204" means Room 04 on the second floor of the hotel.

"So, now there are four possible room numbers, namely '205', '250', '502' and '520'." Ning Mian finally continued.

"'250' can also be ruled out, it's outrageous." Meng Qishu retorted, "Can there be fifty rooms on one floor?"

Anyway, from his current observations, there is no hotel with fifty rooms on one floor in the whole town.

"That's three room numbers," Ning Mian finally agreed with his statement, "'205', '502' and '520'."

"There are not many five-story houses in this small town, maybe three or four, and most are three-story houses." Mu Heng just explained the purpose of this trip to the hotel owner, and after receiving the other party's permission , turned his head and chatted with the two of them, "It's finished, the shopkeeper said that these three rooms are just vacant now, let us go and have a look."

This hotel was one of the few hotels in the small town with a height of five floors. Walking up the wooden stairs, the scene on the second floor was quickly displayed in front of the four of them.

Since it was night, the light in the corridor was not very bright, and the hotel's lights were originally dim and yellow, which made the whole floor even more gloomy.

"Do you know what this dungeon feels like to me?" Meng Qishu looked away from the shopkeeper and Mu Hengwen who were walking in front, and whispered to Ning Mianzhong beside him.

"Like what?" Ning Mian finally didn't know what was going on in Meng Qishu's active mind, and he couldn't keep up with it, so he stopped thinking and asked directly.

"It seems that the system has owed more than [-] million yuan, and it refuses to upgrade even a copy." Meng Qishu said quietly, "The whole town is full of wooden houses and small broken lamps. If it weren't for the scenario book, the NPCs would have already Are you going to rebel?"

An isolated island, isolated from the world, with backward technology, although it is prosperous on the surface, it still cannot stop the fact that it is poor!

Why are the other dungeons all castle villas, where is it necessary to survive in the wilderness?

So there is also this part of the reason for not giving NPCs self-awareness?There should be, right?

The sound of "click" unlocking was heard, and the two looked up at the same time, only to see that the storekeeper was holding the lock of a door in his hand, taking it off the door, and nodded to Mu Heng at the side: "This room is '205'."

In fact, the general specifications of each hotel are the same. In a small space, there are a bed, a table, a chair, and some scattered small furniture.

The whole room is not too big, so once these messy things are stuffed in, it will only give people a very cramped feeling.

The few people didn't find anything special in this "205", so they followed the store to look at the other two rooms.

When they came out of this hotel, the few people who also didn't find any clues from the other two rooms didn't say much, but their faces were filled with regret that they found nothing.

"This hotel..."

Ning Mian, who heard Meng Qishu's voice, finally turned her head away, and was waiting for him to say something, when she saw the other party paused, and then continued: "It seems worse than the one we chose."

"..." Ning Mian, who didn't wait for Meng Qishu to say anything useful, was silent for a moment, put one hand on the back of his neck, and half pushed him forward, "Turn around twice, go back to sleep."

Since Ning Mian and the two of them were going to search in a different direction than Mu Heng, the two said goodbye in front of the hotel and continued to search for clues separately.

After setting the target on the hotel room number, everything seems to have a specific direction, and the search efficiency is much higher than before.

But this still couldn't stop the two of them from turning around and returning with nothing.

The rooms are just regular rooms, unmarked, given no specific clues, and nothing special about being different.

Apart from the three numbers given in the envelope, they seem to be unable to get any further clues from these rooms.

"You said, is the information in the copy really asking us to find a room?" Meng Qishu frowned when he returned to the hotel where the two stayed. No information could be found.

"Three numbers, what else can they be except the room number?" Ning Mian finally pondered, trying to find something different from the memory she searched just now.

"0"..."2"..."5"...

"It can't really be 502, can it?"

"...502?" Meng Qishu paused when he opened the door, and looked back at Ning Mianzhong with a slight indifference in his eyes, "I think you are more believable as a 250."

With a "bang", the door panel was ruthlessly thrown in front of Ning Mianzhong. He took half a step back like a conditioned reflex, rubbed his wrist innocently, and after hesitating for two or three seconds, raised his hand to push the door panel in front of him. .

Just heard a "squeak", and the door opened.

It seems that Meng Qishu is not so heartless as to lock him out.

Meng Qishu, who had searched all the hotels in the town, was worried about where to find clues the next day, but he didn't expect to meet a shocking person the next day.

At that time, he and Ning Mian were finally investigating which hotel was more likely to be the destination of the mission, when they heard a noise from the restaurant beside them.

I saw a middle-aged man dressed in shabby clothes was driven out by the store with a broom, and the hotel entrance was full of passers-by who joined in the fun.

"Isn't it just a few drinks on credit, what about it?" The man was driven away by the broom and forced to jump under the steps, muttering in a low voice.

But this muttering still didn't escape the shopkeeper's ears. Hearing the man's words, he directly picked up the broom and came down as if he wanted to hit him.

But when the broom was about to fall, the man who had reacted a second earlier jumped to the side and got out of the way ahead of time.

"As for it? The Omilander who paid me on credit last time owed me a lot of money, and he promised to pay it back after selling the painting. What happened?" Putting the broom aside, he cursed, "The painting is gone, and the people are gone!"

"Didn't he say before that he wanted to pay for the wine with the painting? You didn't want it yourself." The man raised his leg halfway, patted his trousers twice with his hand, still muttering.

"Hey, you man, do you want to get out!" As if being poked in a sore spot, the shopkeeper immediately said angrily, and raised his broom to chase after him, scaring the man to run two steps away in a hurry.

"Obviously I thought the painting was worthless and refused to accept it. Now that I know the value, I regret it, so I don't allow anyone to say it..." Even if he was far away from the shopkeeper's sight, the man still muttered softly. He patted his dusty sleeve, Pulling the skirt of his clothes, pretending to be all right, he continued to walk forward with his head held high, "No credit, no credit, can't I have a glass of wine at another place?"

But he didn't take a few steps when he was blocked by two human walls.

The man looked up at the people standing in front of him on the left and right, moved his lips, and said hesitantly, "Is there... what's the matter?"

"About that Omi Lande," Ning Mian finally said, but her eyes were sizing up the tattered man in front of her, "How much do you know?"

Hearing that the name came out of Ning Mianzhong's mouth, the man's lazy eyes instantly focused. He glanced at Ning Mianzhong's face thoughtfully, and said inscrutably, "Omi Rand..."

His voice was illusory and ethereal, as he walked up, his heart was also involved, hanging in the air.

"I know a lot, his life, his hobbies, his habits..." The man smiled, with a little mystery in his eyes, "So you really want to know?"

"If you can say it." Ning Mian finally stared at him unblinkingly, thinking about which function card he would use if this person refused to tell the truth.

"I can tell you, but there is a premise." The man stretched out a finger and waved it in front of the two, his voice was still a little ethereal.

This reminded Meng Qishu of a very inappropriate but very appropriate word.

God stick.

"Tell me." Ning Mian was finally calm, and he continued in a steady voice, thinking about what unreasonable demands the other party would make.

But what the man said next greatly exceeded their expectations.

He grinned, and the mysterious atmosphere he had created with great difficulty dissipated completely in an instant. The man smiled and said, "Bring me a drink, and I'll tell you."

Ning Mian was silent for a while, and then a question mark slowly appeared above her head.

It's that simple?