At noon, the most lively time period of the Lobby of Water World Hotel, when you return from training, you will have lunch break, and when you get up late, you will be out and wander. The lobby where people come and go is like a central railway station.

But today there seem to be a lot of people, especially near the shopping area, which surrounded many people on the inner and outer three floors.

Some people really want to buy things, but they can't squeeze in for a long time, and they become irritable: "What are you doing? If you don't want to buy things, just do it."

Several people next to him replied to him: "I'm here to buy things, thank you."

The man was stunned: "What's the situation? What's inside?"

"What do you know?" The people around who were waiting to buy things were also in a bad mood. "It was said that the return group borrowed the shopping area for half an hour."

"Borrow the venue? What can be booked in the shopping area? There are always things to buy, and it's not that others can't buy them after buying them."

"One organization and one style, maybe they will have the habit of centralized procurement when returning home."

"Is it too domineering? So many people are afraid that he will return home as a group?"

"Not afraid, but there is no need, so I'd better keep your energy against the levels."

“How long did they borrow?”

"Half an hour, fifteen minutes have passed."

"oh."

It is indeed not worth fighting if you only need to wait for fifteen minutes.

But what the return group is doing inside is still very curious.

The passers-by stretched their necks to see, and could only see a group of tall returning team members standing there, blocking the situation inside.

In the shopping area.

Qi Hua, the leader of the Water World Branch of the Returning Home Tuan, stood in the center, with two second-level captains behind him, and at his feet were his floral shirt and his two younger brothers.

In front of him, there was no one, his vision was empty, and he went straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the shopping area.

Outside the window is the deep blue sea, and there is also the fat man struggling in vain.

This is Cong Yue’s sixth time [30 seconds deep sea experience] in just over ten minutes.

There is no way to attack passers-by in the hotel, so Qi Hua came up with this method to punish the team members who made the mistake.

Experience for 30 seconds, come back for 2 minutes, and then another brother buys him for experience, continue for 30 seconds...the cycle goes on and on.

At first Cong Yue could still grit his teeth and persevere, but as he experienced more and more times, he gradually lost his energy. The short 2-minute interval was like 2 seconds in his feelings, only the terrifying deep sea hell, which was endless.

Time is here again.

Cong Yue let out a "bang" and landed in front of the screen projection beside Qi Hua, with a salty smell of sea water on his soaked body.

He didn't care about anything else, and he held the ground with both hands and breathed instinctively. Because it was too fast, the water remaining in his mouth choked into the trachea. He coughed uncontrollably, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

"Do you know why you are punished?" This was the first time Qi Hua spoke after six deep-sea experiences.

Cong Yue gasped and said intermittently: "I shouldn't have made a fight...I'm going to fight back, I'm going to bet with them in the name of the return group..."

"Very good." Qi Hua nodded, "If you make a mistake, you must stand attentive and be beaten, otherwise you won't have a memory."

Cong Yue lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his nails fell into his palms: "Listen to the team leader..."

The water on his body gathered into a small beach on the ground and slowly flowed forward.

Qi Hua frowned in disgust and moved a step aside to prevent the soles of her shoes from getting water.

"From today onwards, Cong Yue will be demoted to the captain. Who will make up the free captain position? It will be decided later."

Cong Yue's tense body relaxed, and this treatment was already considered light.

Suddenly, he saw his fleshy face in the water gathered on the ground.

He was embarrassed, but grateful.

He was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the social life before entering the level. Every morning he looked at himself in the mirror, and he had such a face, both ridiculous and pitiful.

"You don't think this is over, right?" The devil's voice sounded again above your head.

Cong Yue looked up in shock: "Team leader?"

Qi Hua smiled and shook his head: "The punishment must be profound to be effective. Six times are not enough." He thought for a while and said, "Just make up for it, ten times."

His tone was as light as if he was talking about what to drink for afternoon tea.

Cong Yue responded with a stiff body. He was afraid. He was really afraid. The coldness and suffocation of the sea water were almost driving him crazy. He didn't want to go back there even if he died.

But he couldn't escape. Even if he ran out of the experience area, someone would still carry him back. It was just to force his people to be deducted some experience points. The return group had experience points.

Qi Hua ignored his pale face and issued the latest instructions with the two captains behind him: "There are four times left, speed up, I don't have time to spend here anymore, this time every time is half a minute..."

Cong Yue's heart suddenly tightened.

The world suddenly became quiet, so quiet that only Qi Hua's voice was left, like a needle, piercing his eardrums—

"start."

After a moment of weight loss, the biting sea water surrounded the congregation again, flooding his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, as if a layer of plastic plastic wrap tightly wrapped around him.

He struggled hard, slapped the light-spreading glass like a madman.

Inside, Qi Hua came to the window and looked at him without emotion through the glass, as if he was looking at a dog.

Perhaps it was the cold and lack of oxygen that made him hallucinate that he actually saw Qi Hua's face overlapping with the face of the most annoying boss in his memory.

The boss was just a small middle-level man, and he threw documents on his face countless times, and his line was always "If you can't work, get out."

It turns out that the level world and reality are no different.

Cong Yue gave up struggling and drifted with the sea.

When he lost one-on-one, he would never have thought that the return group was dealing with him.

...

Atlantis Suite.

Tang Lin slept peacefully with a pillow and hugged her, until she was woken up by a "ding" sound.

He opened his eyes with a little aura of getting up, frowned and looked at the table beside the bed. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still the prime time for taking a nap.

Turn off the floor lamp and turn on the ceiling lamp. The room is transparent and bright, as if it is afternoon sunshine.

He raised his hand and looked at the culprit who disturbed people's dreams. The next second, all the sleepy and laziness were gone.

: The 2/10 pass will open in seven days. Please prepare for the passerby.

Very fast.

This is Tang Lin’s first feeling.

According to the time of the Water World, it has only been nine days since they passed the level by 1/10.

When he walked out of the bedroom and came to the living room, only Nan Ge was on the sofa, holding "Dialogues" in his hand. It was one of the two books that Tang Lin brought here from reality. The work of the ancient Greek philosopher Plato and the earliest description of Atlantis appeared in this book.

"The prompt woke you up?" Nan Ge closed the book and guessed it.

Tang Lin nodded in depressedness and went to the refrigerator to get the juice.

Nange held his chin and looked at his back, and always felt that this person was different from when he first met Dungeon.

At that time, Tang Lin was so cold that he wanted to borrow her stationery tree to find Sphinx, but he didn't even say anything softly from beginning to end.

Although he is still cold to outsiders now, when he gets along with others, he will occasionally inadvertently reveal a little willfulness and a little childishness.

Tang Lin is very soft to those who trust.

"Where are the two of them?" Tang Lin asked while opening the refrigerator.

He didn't see anyone in the living room, so he didn't think Fan Peiyang and Zheng Luozhu could take a nap with a down-to-earth personality.

Nange: "I went out to collect information."

really.

Tang Lin walked back to the sofa with orange juice, sat down, thought for a while, and shook his head: "I guess I can't find too many valuable ones."

Nange: "I think so too."

There are only a few major forces. They have almost learned about the dungeons. The only important thing left is the level content, but this is different from the dungeons. Those who can stay in hotels are either rich or experienced, and most of them have their own organizations. Such people are unlikely to sell out information for a little money no matter how they think about it. After all, if there is more information from outsiders, their own team members will lose more competitiveness when they pass the level.

"But I heard from Zhuzi that it was not just for information," Nan Ge said again. "President Fan also wanted to collect stationery, especially healing phantom tools, which had attacks and defenses, but was a stationery tree without treatment..."

Tang Lin's hand was drinking juice slightly.

After realizing it, Nange realized it and became silent.

She was 100% infected by bamboo. It was a reason to collect healing tools for passing the level, but more importantly, it was definitely to restore Tang Lin's memory.

It is natural logic to fill the pits of therapeutic illusion, and to fill the therapeutic illusion.

"After that being said-" In order to get over this subtle topic as soon as possible, Nange racked his brains, "I didn't seem to have seen anyone a therapeutic stationery tree in the first few years of my life in the dungeon, but it's hard to say what it has developed now."

Tang Lin tilted his head and thought for a while, saying, "I'm afraid there are still few. If any organization has such a person, it will definitely be a key protection, but you see, among the people who finally passed the 1/10th of this time, there is not a therapeutic stationery tree."

Nange agreed.
To be continued...