The Dreamland of Death.
For a period of time, it had always been the scariest game item among the players.
The former leader of one of the three major guilds, Silver Wings, and the owner of an A-grade game item, had died under the Dreamland of Death.
After the original owner of the Dreamland of Death was killed by the joint forces of the various guilds, the three major guilds finally chose a fairer method — putting the Dreamland of Death up for grabs at the auction because they couldn't decide where it would end up.
In this way, the guild that owned the item would compensate the other two guilds with a massive amount of game points, so that no one would suffer a loss.
Unexpectedly, a mysterious woman in sunglasses won the Dreamland of Death at the auction, using the game points that she had cheated from various chambers of commerce.
As a result, the Dreamland of Death that the three major guilds had painstakingly obtained disappeared before they could even warm up to it.
In the following months, the players had been searching for the whereabouts of the sunglasses and the Dreamland of Death that appeared at the auction. However, these two items seemed to have evaporated into thin air.
It wasn't until last year when Zhang Heng took the train home that he met a middle-aged man who was taking a nap by the window. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake him up. After that, he learned about the reappearance of the Dreamland of Death on the forum.
This time, there were more victims, but it was no longer limited to the players. Instead, most of them were ordinary people.
At the same time, the victims were scattered all over the country, and there was almost no contact between them. There were many posts on the forum every day to follow up on the matter.
The good news was that after the three major guilds' investigation, the "murderers" were found one after another. The bad news was that everyone found out that these "murderers" were ordinary people, and the Dreamland of Death in their hands was bought from an online shop called Killing Without Risk.
It was like a bad joke that life had played on them.
Most people didn't even think that the item could really help them kill the people they hated. They just wanted to vent their disgust and dissatisfaction in this way. Many people even fell into a state of emotional collapse after learning of the target's death.
But compared to the mental health of the "murderers," the players were more concerned about other aspects.
There were many suspicious points in this round of attacks.
Among them, there were two questions that people were most concerned about. One was who was the owner of the online shop called Killing Without Risk. The other was why there were so many one-off Dreamland of Death items. How did Killing Without Risk do it? The third question was also the question that most players were most concerned about.
What was the solution to the Dreamland of Death?
After the former leader of Silver Wings fell victim to the Dreamland of Death, the entire guild was unable to survive. That was when the players' fear of the Dreamland of Death reached its peak.
Now, the Dreamland of Death was on the rise. Although the Risk-Free Killing Wish website had disappeared, no one knew how many copies of the Dreamland of Death had been sold, how many had been used, and how many were left. No one knew if it would appear again. Naturally, there was no guarantee that they would not fall for it in the future.
Unfortunately, although there were many speculations on the forum about the solution to the Dreamland of Death, none of them had been verified.
However, as more and more "murderers" were caught, the conditions for using the Dreamland of Death became clear.
The body of the Dreamland of Death was a black feather. The feather and the note with the target's name on it were burned to ashes. After that, the ashes were thrown into the water to complete the first part of the preparation. The next step was to let the target see the photo that Han Lu received earlier.
The form of the photo was not limited to text messages. It could also be something else, such as a billboard, a video … or even a PowerPoint presentation during a meeting. As long as the target saw it, it would not be a problem even if the target did not realize what he saw.
"So, you're saying that I am under some kind of curse. From now on, as long as I close my eyes, I will die in my dreams?"
Even with the Filter Lens as a foreshadowing, Han Lu still felt incredulous when she heard such a thing.
"Yes, you can think of it that way. In fact, it's not too difficult to verify this point." Zhang Heng knew that it was unrealistic for Han Lu to realize the seriousness of the problem just by saying that. So, he asked, "Do you have any enemies or enemies?"
"This question depends on how you define enemies and enemies," Han Lu said. "In our circle, it's hard to be clean. We can work together today, and we can fall out with each other tomorrow. Capital never talks about feelings. If I feel that I need to cut my losses, I will withdraw all the remaining funds. I don't care if your company can't pay you tomorrow or if you can't survive. Sometimes, entrepreneurs will hook up with other investors and find a way to kick me out. Then, the day after tomorrow, when I encounter a project that I can't handle alone, I might join forces with the investor who kicked me out." It's very complicated … Personally, I don't mix any personal feelings or grudges.
This is my style of doing things. I have seen too many entrepreneurs die before dawn. In fact, if you play angel wheel, you will know that most of the money you spend can't be recovered. But if one of the dozens of projects survives, I will get paid enough. In a way, there is not much difference between investing and gambling. Rationality is my way of survival. In fact, there are all kinds of people in this circle, and some are very emotional … I don't know how many people hate me, and there are even more who hate me. I can't even remember most of their names. "
"Then let's narrow it down. What about the people who hate you so much that they want to kill you?"
"Wow, this is a problem …"
"You don't have to think for too long. Just give me the first name that comes to mind. We will eliminate them one by one."
"Xu Jianjun." Han Lu spread out her hands. "I don't have any grudges with him. He is a retired soldier. About two years ago, he came to me with a project after being introduced by a friend. He said that he wanted to start a vertical media company for the home furnishing industry. I read his proposal and thought it was okay. If the project was successful, he might earn one or two million a year. To be honest, that was the upper limit. There wasn't much room for imagination. I'm usually not interested in such projects, but this time, I invested about 600,000 to 700,000 yuan for the sake of my friend. I admit that the contract was harsh at that time, but that was the reality. I needed to ensure my own interests first. At that time, no one was willing to invest in him except me. So, after thinking about it for three days, he signed the contract with me."
"What happened next?" Zhang Heng asked.
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