Chapter 57
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[Please identify at dinner time every day.]
[Identify the 'deceased' to clear the game. If you make the wrong choice, the game does not guarantee that the deceased will do anything extreme.]
The sound of the game ended, leaving only silence.
The three NPCs greeted the players warmly as if they hadn't heard the game announcement.
"The soup is ready," Lisa said. "Come and drink some to warm up."
Gusts of cold wind blew past.
There was no place to block the wind, and the snowflakes hit their faces. The players were indeed a little cold and wouldn't refuse a bowl of steaming soup.
Braids was the first to take the small bowl. Her cold hands warmed up immediately. She lowered her head and took a sip. "What soup is this?" she asked.
The taste was indescribably strange. It was a little fishy and a little bitter.
Lisa smiled and said, "It's cooked with beef jerky. There's no seasoning, so it doesn't taste very good."
In this world of ice and snow, one couldn't ask for too much.
Braids took another sip. "It's pretty good."
Everyone was given a bowl of hot soup.
Shen Dongqing picked up the small bowl and sniffed it. "It smells weird," he muttered.
Zhou Wenyan put down the bowl. "Then don't drink it."
Shen Dongqing nodded and took out his small suitcase, which was filled with snacks. He opened a packet of cotton candy and stuffed it into his mouth.
The sweetness spread and dispelled some of the coldness.
The weather was so cold that a thin layer of grease had condensed on the soup in such a short time. The fishy smell was even more obvious.
Their behavior wasn't particularly conspicuous among the players, but there were still some players who didn't trust the NPCs and didn't drink the soup they prepared.
The three NPCs drank until their faces were red and didn't notice that there were still people who didn't drink the soup.
Lisa wiped her mouth and put down the empty bowl. "It seems that we have to wait here for the rescue team. Why don't we get to know each other first?"
The three NPCs took the lead to introduce themselves.
They knew each other and were preparing to go camping together, so they had brought some survival supplies with them. However, it would be difficult to survive until the rescue team arrived with just these supplies.
The players were naturally talking about the identities the game had arranged.
Braids said, "I'm going to report to school. I only brought the admission letter and some daily necessities."
There were two ways to enter an instance dungeon.
The first was to be assigned by the game and forced to enter every once in a while. This type of player knew nothing about the dungeon's contents and was not prepared at all, such as Twisted Braids. The other type was to enter through the dungeon's token. Usually, the token would reveal some of the dungeon's contents.
Other than Twisted Braids, the other players were more or less aware of the dungeon's situation. They had all prepared anti-cold items so that they wouldn't freeze to death in the snow.
A middle-aged man with a big belly twirled his gold thumb ring and said with a smile, "I'm a businessman, so I didn't prepare anything."
Next, it was the turn of a woman with exquisite looks and a standard online celebrity face. She gave a simple introduction. "A little celebrity, I'm taking this flight because I have to rush for an event."
There was also a young man with glasses. He looked gentle. "I'm a doctor. I'm going to attend a seminar."
Lisa was pleasantly surprised. "That's great! There's actually a doctor. Then we don't have to worry anymore."
The doctor's smile froze. "I'm just a junior doctor. I only know how to bandage. I don't know anything else …"
This was just an identity assigned by the game. How would he know anything about medicine?
After the group of people finished introducing themselves, they felt that it was getting colder and colder sitting in the snow.
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