The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 222: Nightmare: Death and Death

——Tick.

The sound of falling water woke him up like a heavy hammer.

"Hmm...heh..."

Longjing tea made a low and thick sigh.

A severe dizziness plagued his brain, and sweat soaked his body.

The cold, hard and sticky touch from his back made him feel nauseous. He was clearly conscious, but his limbs seemed to be entangled by snakes... No matter how much he tried to move, he just couldn't move.

That was an extremely real feeling of fear.

It was like a ghost pressing down on the bed, and I couldn't even open my eyes.

After the players got used to lowering the pain to a certain level... they hadn't felt such a clear and strong discomfort for a long time.

And his attention was extremely scattered - he couldn't even fully concentrate on his thinking, and he could only barely realize that he was in a nightmare.

——Finally.

After Longjing Cha tried to concentrate for the third time, some transparent and invisible film seemed to break in front of his eyes, and his whole body suddenly felt light.

He opened his eyes instantly, turned over and sat up instantly.

"Hiss...hoo, ha...ha...ha...!"

Longjing Tea gasped for air, and his right hand, which gradually regained consciousness, was propped on the ground, while his left hand was wiping the cold sweat from his cheeks and temples.

He soon noticed that the object touched by his right hand was extremely cold.

——It was a ceramic bathtub with ice-cold water.

If Longjing Tea wakes up, look back.

Tick tock.

The slightly rotating, half-closed faucet was dripping water into the bathtub.

Before, he was lying quietly in the cold water of the bathtub.

——Bathtub? Faucet?

Is there such a thing in the Misty Continent?

Longjing Cha thought to himself and stood up from the bathtub.

Even if this bathroom is not as good as a modern bathroom, it is still decent. At least it is the European decoration style after the 1990s.

He even saw a mirror.

Longjing Cha thought about it and kicked the water on his pants after leaving the bathtub. He didn't have time to change into dry clothes, so he got over first.

He looked at it carefully.

——I discovered that it was myself who appeared in the mirror. In other words, it is the "Longjing Tea" in the Misty Continent, not the "Old Chen" outside.

Although the clothes were completely different from when he entered...it turned into a light blue, modern shirt.

This discovery made him relax a little for a moment.

At least the most terrifying situation didn’t happen...

...But he entered the dungeon with the live broadcast enabled.

Now, not only have all the barrages in front of Longjing Cha disappeared, he can't even breathe out the health and erosion display panels.

The touch coming from the tips of his fingers... was also so real. He scratched **** the back of his left hand with the nail of his right thumb, and the pain was very clear.

100% pain ratio...

Cannot see my health bar.

Unable to enter the forum.

Unable to see the barrage.

…Can’t even log out of the game.

"Fuck you, why..."

Longjing Cha complained casually: "I don't want to play that **** game of 'If you're a man, go to the 100th floor'..."

That being said, he still felt a little nervous.

He is not sure...if he dies here, whether he can be resurrected.

At this moment, he touched a silver ring set with emerald on the **** of his left hand.

——That is his carrying capacity.

The clothes have changed... The disposable props and ritual props stored in the wizard's robe will obviously no longer exist, but his curse bearer came back with him?

Longjing Cha's heart moved, and a faint green light oozed from his pupils.

At the same time, green light also bloomed from his emerald. As the light green inverted tree lines spread from the middle to the wrist, the power of the curse once again filled Longjing Tea's body.

...can I use spells?

He was a little surprised.

This was a precedent that had never occurred before in his nightmares.

——Is this the legendary [alien level] nightmare?

But Longjing Tea did not act rashly.

He just took the curse back to the carrier again, and then began to examine his body.

"...am I hurt?"

Longjing Tea touched his back, but there was no feeling of the wound. The whole body is basically intact.

No.

He gave the answer.

"——So, am I committing suicide, or is someone trying to kill me?"

He whispered, drying his right hand with the towel next to the mirror. Then he touched the area under his eyes with his hand - sweating was rare there.

Although his face was covered in cold sweat just now, it was indeed dry there.

The faucet in the bathtub is on the side of his right hand, and the place to turn off the faucet is also nearby. So there is indeed a possibility of getting wet.

He checked the sleeves of his hands again.

I noticed that the right sleeve was more damp than the left... the upper part of the left sleeve was still dry. The right hand was soaked.

The situation is obvious. This should be the faucet he opened and closed on his own initiative.

But the problem came again.

Let’s not call him “himself” - then, why did “he” commit suicide? And why is it necessary to turn off the water flow drop by drop?

Longjing Cha thought calmly and looked back at the bathtub.

He made quick and rough calculations in his mind through the shallow water stains.

…about three to five hours.

No matter how precise it is, it is not so easy to calculate.

Just in case, Longjing Tea did not turn off the faucet immediately - although the possibility was very low, if someone was monitoring the status of the faucet, he would be directly exposed.

The bathroom door was not closed.

Longjing Cha did not wear slippers, but walked around the room calmly and wet. After confirming that there was no one else in his home, he changed into dry and clean clothes.

In the process, he once again confirmed that this was definitely not the era where the Misty Continent existed...or the world.

Because he saw something like "television" with great clarity.

It is not a TV with an LCD screen, but a large square controlled by a knob. The "TV" is on at the moment, but there is a snowflake screen on it.

Longjing Cha looked up at his watch.

——Afternoon, three fifty.

There was an unwashed plate on the table. Judging from the residue, it seemed to be steak or other types of fried meat. The sauce is black pepper - indeed a favorite of Longjing tea. ~IndoMTL.com~ He confirmed that he was not hungry now.

"Then I should lie in the bathtub after dinner..."

He murmured and found a bottle of medicine on the table.

There is no label on the transparent bottle, which contains small blue oval tablets. The color is reminiscent of toilet cleaner.

Is this a sleeping pill? Or something else?

Longjing Cha thought for a while and found his coat from the room - it was a somewhat handsome blue-black uniform with a heraldry.

He pocketed the pill bottle.

Then he went back to the bathroom and turned off the faucet.

At this moment, he heard the phone ringing.

He returned to the living room and picked up the phone.

Just in case, he didn't speak first.

On the contrary, a hoarse voice came from inside - Longjing Cha was secretly glad that he could still understand it.

But he quickly frowned.

"Longjing Tea, come to the bureau quickly."

A majestic middle-aged man's voice came: "Someone is about to be killed...take your gun."

Huh? Am I a policeman?

Longjing Tea was stunned for a moment before realizing something.

Wait.

...fast?

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