Global Trial

Chapter 112: Wooden Door

"So?" Cen Heng, who originally thought that he could end the level as long as he defeated the owner of the villa and escaped from the dreamland, saw that they hadn't gone out yet, and his mood collapsed a bit.

The second level of the trial level is like a Russian nesting doll, one after another is taken apart, it seems endless.

"So we have to get out of here alive." Xia Mingdong was in a good state of mind, and there was always a way for the soldiers to cover up the water and the earth.

Xia Mingdong lowered his head in thought: "Let's go and see if there is anyone inside the other doors."

Ren Sheng was the first to run over and open the rooms one by one. Except for the four doors they had already opened, two of the other eight doors could not be opened, and six could be opened. After opening, there was nothing inside.

Two, six...

"I have a conjecture." Xia Mingdong said: "The twelve doors represent the twelve testers, the four doors belonging to us have been opened, and the six opened empty doors represent the testers behind the doors. Death disappeared in the dream, and the other two doors that haven't been opened should represent the two people in Qin Fu's team who are still alive, but because they haven't started the hidden mission, they haven't woken up."

Ning Ge asked: "Is this the location of the hidden mission?"

"I think so." Xia Mingdong still looked gentle and harmless, with a gentle smile on his gentle and handsome face, "Otherwise, there is no way to explain why we appear here, and I guess we should want to The way to go to the first floor, the trial officer and A Liang should be on the first floor."

Twelve people, except for Xia Mingdong's team, only two survived, which is a very tragic statistic.

Cen Heng asked: "Then how should we go down?"

Xia Mingdong didn't answer, he walked slowly around the corridor.

The room, railings, windows and the items in the room are all the same, so the only thing that can make a fuss is the door.

His fingers brushed lightly across the wooden door.

The door is a very clean log color, with the texture of trees. The texture of trees on each door is different, some have regular annual rings, and some have irregular curves.

This is the only difference between the twelve rooms.

He asked, "Do you remember which room you came out of?"

"Remember." Ning Ge said, pointing to one of the rooms: "I came out from here."

"How about you two?"

Ren Sheng said silently, "I, I don't remember."

Cen Heng also shook his head, "I was in a hurry, I don't remember."

"Okay." Xia Mingdong patted Ren Sheng's shoulder, "It's time for you to play a role."

Ren Sheng: "?"

"I heard that dogs have very good noses." Xia Mingdong smiled softly and innocently, showing his small white teeth, showing a hint of cunning, "It's time to play a role in smelling which room the two of you walked out of."

Ren Sheng: "..."

He wants to resist, resist with force!

He secretly looked at Xia Mingdong, Ning Ge and Cen Heng.

Xia Mingdong is like the most treacherous boss, squeezing every employee to the limit.

Ning Ge is Xia Mingdong's most solid patron saint, as long as he can't defeat Ning Ge, force resistance will have no effect.

As for Cen Heng...

Cen Heng said thoughtfully: "This method is very good. By the way, you can also smell Qin Fu and the others in those two rooms. Ren Sheng, do you still remember the smell of Qin Fu and the others?"

... No, he didn't want to remember.

He was thinking about it expressionlessly, but what he said was: "I remember Qin Fu still has Ke Lanti's aura."

"Very good." Xia Mingdong nodded, "It's up to you."

Ren Sheng turned into a huge white-haired Gu Mu, and sniffed around Cen Heng with his nose.

Cen Heng couldn't help stretching out his hands to stroke Z's hairs, "It would be so cool if I also raised such an ancient herd before the advent of the virtual earth."

Ren Cheng endured it, he felt that as a noble Gu Mu, he shouldn't argue with a human being with a weak IQ.

He walked quietly around the corridor, finally stopped beside Xia Mingdong, transformed into a human again, pointed to the three rooms and said: "Those three are the rooms where you, me, and Cen Heng came out. The door does have Qin Fu's aura, but it's very faint, and the opened door has Ke Lanti's aura, but it's about to disappear."

This confirmed Xia Mingdong's guess.

Then how should they get out.

What do the twelve different doors mean.

Those who have started the hidden mission can leave the room soberly, those who have not started the hidden mission can only be locked in the room, and those who died in the dream cannot even return to the room.

Everyone has their own mark, which is on the door.

Xia Mingdong looked at these doors, stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "Maybe we should tear down these doors."

Cen Heng: "??? Are you serious? Are you sure we are going on the path of destruction?"

"Of course, I'm not a joker."

Cen Heng: "..."

No, you joke a lot.

But it turned out that Xia Mingdong wasn't joking this time, so he went to unload the door first.

Ning Ge went to help Xia Mingdong, took out his expensive long sword, and chopped off the loose leaf on the door frame.

The long sword made a sharp sound when it hit the metal loose leaf.

The loose leaf was not damaged at all, and neither was the long sword. The two sides seemed to be evenly matched, and neither could leave marks on the other.

There seemed to be a soft sigh coming from Xia Mingdong's ear: "There is nothing I can do about you..."

Strangely, after that sigh, a string of small golden characters appeared on the wooden door——

Question: Who is the trial officer?

Xia Mingdong didn't rush to answer after reading the question, but instead said: "Go and try other doors."

As soon as he finished speaking, the same problem appeared on the door of the other three people, as if he was terrified that Ning Ge would raise his sword again.

Xia Mingdong: "Looks like he's still bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

Wooden door: "..."

It's just a fragile, innocent little wooden door.

Cen Heng came over and looked at the question very distressed: "Fourth, what's the matter with this question, didn't you say that the housekeeper, maid, cook and groom are not the trial officers, why would you ask us who the trial officers are? , this is obviously impossible to answer, the trial officer VO probably didn't appear in the dream."

"No, it should...appear." Xia Mingdong closed his eyes. As more and more levels and dungeons passed, he found that his memory and thinking flexibility were continuously strengthened. Films flashed through his mind.

everyone, everything...

Trial officers are generally arrogant, and they will never allow themselves to be unknown, so to say...

There is only one choice.

But in this case, the question is not too simple.

The trial officer will not hope that the trialer can complete the final hidden task. There must be a pitfall in this problem.

Everyone has this kind of problem, which means that the pit of this problem should not be small.

Where is the pit?

Question: Who is the tester?

The problem is very simple, the term trial officer has no meaning.

No... directivity?

Xia Mingdong suddenly understood the crux of the matter.

He stretched out his finger and wrote the answer on his own wooden door——

Nana, A Liang

A thin golden line flashed between his fingers, and the words slowly appeared on the wooden door.

The special pattern on the wooden door was like a vortex, swallowing the answers written by Xia Mingdong, and disappeared together with the golden question writing.

Xia Mingdong tried to reach out to touch the wooden door, and found that the lines on the wooden door became very soft, as if they were stuck to the wooden door. As long as he wanted, he could remove all the lines on the wooden door.

He pondered for a moment, and simply took off all the lines on the wooden door.

The moment the lines were taken off, they quickly shrank to the size of a palm, and they were printed on the back of his hand.

Ning Ge took Xia Mingdong's hand, "Is there anything wrong?"

Xia Mingdong shook his head and moved his hands, "There's nothing wrong, and I don't feel anything, I think what I did was right."

Cen Heng: "Why Nana and A Liang? They are both trial officers? But A Liang...hasn't passed yet? And why is Nana?"

Xia Mingdong smiled: "The answer is quite simple. The trial officer is never willing to be a passer-by with no name and surname. Since VO must have a name, after excluding the owner of the villa, the key, the maid, the cook and the groom, we only I have heard the name Nana, so the trial officer can only be her, as for Ah Liang..."

"I think that Ah Liang is likely to have successfully passed the level and become a real trial officer. Since we awakened him, he has already advanced to a trial officer, so he is also one of the trial officers."

After Ren Sheng listened to the explanation, he silently went to his side to write the answer.

All four people wrote the answers, each with a different wood texture on the back of their hand.

They gathered around Xia Mingdong, the leader of the group again, and Cen Heng asked: "After stamping, what should we do next?"

"Next..." Xia Mingdong bent down and looked at the empty first floor.

The first floor was far away from them, and the bottom was empty, and the patterns on the floor seemed very far away.

Xia Mingdong simply took out a bottle of water from the space box and threw it down.

The water bottle passed through the gap between the second floor and the first floor, causing a strange fluctuation, just like the calm lake surface was broken by a stone, causing layers of ripples, and the floor of the first floor became distorted amidst the fluctuations.

After the twist, everything seemed like nothing happened.

There are no water bottles on the ground floor on the first floor.

The bottle of water disappeared.

Cen Heng couldn't help shivering: "Damn it? This...disappeared? How do we go to the first floor? Are we really going to the first floor?"

"Of course I want to go, otherwise why would you stamp us?" Xia Mingdong looked at the imprint on the back of his hand, "It is reasonable to speculate that only with this imprint can we pass through the time and space between the first floor and the second floor. The whole level is based on the concept of time and space. .”

Ning Ge looked down at the lines on the back of his hand, and said lightly, "I'll go down first."

Xia Mingdong: "It's still me..."

Ning Ge jumped down before he finished speaking.

Ripples rippled through the space again, and after a while, Ning Ge also disappeared.

There was no sign of Ning Ge on the first floor.

Xia Mingdong's heart sank to the bottom.

Footsteps came from the left, and he turned his head suddenly, seeing Ninge coming out of his room again.

The author has something to say:

Believe me, I will really try to finish it

It's been really hard to write, but I've been working on it...

And this level is almost over, I still have some difficulty writing such a large level, I will work hard to improve