"Ahem."

Wang Hao heard the familiar coughing sound again.

If you go in the direction of the cough, you can find a piece of paper in the crack ahead.

"Maybe it's some tips from the newcomers? It's also possible that [Wanxu] is deliberately fishing, and it also wants to find the final key."

But this time, Wang Hao ignored the cough.

Which possibility it was, he didn't care.

"Brother, it's right in front...the safety zone on the third floor." Comrade Lou Ronggen, who had always been quite talkative, actually didn't speak much this time and kept leading the way in silence.

The more you know, the greater the mental pressure will be.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course, I think it's okay, just relax."

"You have to get some supplies and bribe the gatekeeper there. My old beggar is so poor that I can't afford a bribe."

"Can I have a few more packages of biscuits?"

"No problem, that's enough."

The third level is considered a "barely" safe place, and the number of monsters is still small.

And the room leading to the eighth floor is located at the end of a tunnel with twists and turns, and the lights inside are quite bright.

A red line is drawn here, which is considered a safe zone.

The structure of the house is relatively complete, with a total area of ​​about 500 square meters, divided into more than 20 small rooms, just like a prison. There are also some homeless people lying in there eating mushrooms. When they saw Wang Hao and the others coming in, they had a look on their faces.

Watch them warily.

After distributing the cookies, the homeless man let them in.

"Many people can find crystal stones here for the first time. What about you, have you gained anything?" Lou Ronggen whispered.

In his eyes, he also saw something shiny. The spar exuded light like ripples of water, more brilliant than diamonds, and there were even more than one - Lou Ronggen saw at least 10 or more of them.

Some of them still have subtle colors.

However, he cannot pick it up randomly.

He knew deeply what these crystal stones meant, so he could only pretend not to see them.

One year, at most, one crystal can be handed over, which is the limit time to ensure safety.

Otherwise, it may be "cleaned"!

"I'll look carefully..." Wang Hao looked around the room a few times. Most of the supplies here had been removed by homeless people, leaving only some walls and wires that could not be moved.

Gray mushrooms grow from the walls and become a delicacy.

Even some of the larger rooms were forcibly occupied by some gangs.

No matter what, sleeping here is more comfortable than sleeping in a cave.

"Still haven't found the spar. What did this place look like originally? Can you tell me?" Wang Hao sat down, picked up the compressed biscuits, and ate a few bites to restore his strength.

He handed the last package of biscuits to the old beggar.

"When I came here, it was already like this." Lou Ronggen sighed, "It is said that a long time ago, it was a communication station. There were many liaison officers working in various small rooms, so the sound insulation here is

good results."

"I don't understand why people at that time set up communication stations here. But now it has long been abandoned, and even the equipment was destroyed by homeless people."

"That's it..." Wang Haoruo had some realization.

Suddenly I saw a homeless man playing with a radio, and he quickly exchanged the shabby radio for the price of a bottle of water.

This thing looks a bit old, but it is exactly the same as the radio in the previous play "The Gut Tunnel". Press the button to change the channel.

Of course, the radio was completely broken and it didn't make any sound no matter how hard I pressed it.

"How many years have you been here?" Wang Hao asked casually.

"It's been more than twenty years." Lou Ronggen lowered his head, calculated, and finally sighed, "As I get older, I start to forget some things. I don't know what happened to my wife and children."

"As for what's going on outside, sometimes I don't bother to think about it. I just muddle along like an ostrich."

"Thank you for your hard work. Everything will be fine. Now I'm going to sleep." Wang Hao found that the [Sleep] option appeared above his character.

"Please be careful." Lou Ronggen couldn't help but clenched his fists, his body was trembling slightly, and murmured, "Be careful..."

He turned around and looked back again, only to find that Wang Hao had fallen asleep peacefully.

The last time I saw such a scene was more than twenty years ago.

Mr. Xiang Hao also fell asleep in the same place. Everything was vividly remembered.

From then on, I never woke up again.

It was a gray day, and they planned the suffering they would have to endure in the future. The so-called "hope" was still out of reach, and humanity was still surrounded by the impermanence of the world.

…

…

【You fell asleep quietly in this small room.】

[You were in a daze, and when you woke up, you found yourself in a strange place. 】

【This may be a dream, or it may be reality, you can't tell.】

[But your subconscious tells you that this is the core hub of the 'Paradise', the eighth underground floor - the "Gut Tunnel". 】

【Go forward, there is no turning back.】

In the claustrophobic passage, darkness like ink poured in from all directions, and Wang Hao once again returned to the silent and deep gut tunnel that could only accommodate one person.

"The unfinished script. I'm... back!"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Wang Hao was still filled with emotions when he saw the scene in front of him.

After going around and around the plot, he returned to the original starting point.

I touched my clothes and found a sign on my chest with a series of identity codes [07132344] written on it.

He was wearing a thick raincoat, holding a radio in his arms, and something warm was faintly beating in the backpack behind his back.

"Thump thump thump", like the heart, with a subtle and strange feeling.

The miner's lamp above his head glowed dimly, and Wang Hao turned on the simple radio he carried with him.

A familiar voice sounded.

Channel 1: "Hello, listeners, who am I? It doesn't matter... Hey, I haven't chatted with you for a long time. How have you been these days?"

"Sometimes I wonder, what is the source of human troubles? The real cause is to look too closely and think too much. Human desires are like black holes that will never be satisfied. Greed makes people unable to know themselves; anger

, makes people lose their reason and have malicious intentions; ignorance makes people have a narrow vision, and the longer they live, the narrower they become, which leads to wrong perceptions..."

"I regret to inform you that today may be my last day as a host."

"Our radio station will be closed soon, and today is the day to say goodbye to everyone... I would like to chat with you casually about some of the troubles in life. (*Noise)"

"*(Noise) Are there any readers who would like to call and talk about their worries? No? (*Noise)"

Wang Hao frowned slightly. He still hasn't figured out what this "Channel 1" represents.

The last time I came in, I was always mumbling and didn't understand what I was talking about.

However, it should not be the true body of [The Moon of Falsehood].

"Maybe it's some kind of friendly reminder?"

But "Channel 1" may have been suppressed by [False] and dare not tell the truth... Let's think so.

After listening to it for a while, the channel seemed to switch, from channel 1 to channel 2.

An old-fashioned voice said: "No. 07132344, you have been stuck here for five minutes. It is best not to fiddle with the radio randomly. Channel 1 has been electronically invaded and is just the ravings of a mental patient."

"After completing this mission, you will have a lot of time for rest and entertainment. You can even lie in bed for a month without any problem."

"I know, I know, you want me to deliver the package to the bottom of the tunnel?" Wang Hao asked, "You have to tell me what's inside. It keeps beating."

"Some living supplies, as well as dangerous chemicals. Follow my command, the task is actually very easy." The reply from the other party was quite firm, "According to general experience, it will be completed in less than half an hour. Let's move forward. The front is

The road will become narrower and the signal may become worse... In fact, as long as you persist for that period... (noise)"

"(Electronic sound) It is now broadcasting 10:22:19 standard time. You have entered the intestine tunnel for 6 minutes."

"Don't be too troublesome, and don't be curious. Knowing too much is not a good thing... I am responsible for your safety."

The content of Channel 2 is still exactly the same as in "Sheep Intestinal Tunnel". The main purpose is to persuade him to deliver the package directly to the destination without causing any trouble.

Wang Hao tried to move a few steps, but the signal on the radio was intermittent and there was constant noise.

He took long strides and walked forward.

The echo of "tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap" makes people feel uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!