Chapter 336: Food is written between the lines of the diary——
Fifty kilometers away from the Dongkenny Fishing Port, the ruins of this fishing port are lying here quietly, with no boats or people on the water.
Not to mention intelligent creatures, in fact Mo Cheng didn't even find a few lives here, not even the lowest level insects.
There was complete silence, such a deathly quiet area that even Mo Cheng felt a little uneasy.
He didn't like this scene. The weird atmosphere reminded him of some unfriendly horror games.
Compared to the Western horror movies that are filled with blood and tangible murderers, this kind of simple environmental rendering suggestion is second only to the narrow environment of Kowloon Walled City on Mo Cheng's list of dislikes. Standing in the narrow corridor, he watched the iron door open. There were red candles and paper money on the table inside, and a blurry black-and-white photo hanging on the wall.
It's not that I'm afraid of it, I just simply don't like it, just like other people don't like coriander.
"I don't believe this environment is not a horror dungeon."
The surrounding environment has already explained a lot of problems. The entrance environment of the [copy] can reveal the content to the players. The desolate, dead, and dilapidated environment can create such a situation. The things in the [copy] are probably not easy.
Mo Cheng was not worried about how strong the enemy was. What he was worried about was that this was an exploration and puzzle-solving copy. If that was really the case, he would have no advantage at all.
Although he had seen the exploration and puzzle-solving dungeon clearance videos made by others on the forum, he had only seen them. As everyone knows, seeing something does not mean that he can do it.
Not to mention that for the sake of program effect, the videos produced will not go into too much depth on the decryption methods.
Mo Cheng knows his job very well. What he is good at is starting to fight as soon as he enters the door, from beginning to end, even if there are any special mechanisms in the copy, it doesn’t matter.
As long as it was a battle, he was willing to spend time and effort to get through it.
"Now that we're here." Looking at the surrounding environment, Mo Cheng sighed softly, "Let's take a look at the quality of this copy first."
There are not many clues about the copy. No matter what kind of copy it is, Mo Cheng has to give it a try. If he wants to upgrade and become stronger, he has no room for choice.
Standing within the site of the former Dongkenny Fishing Port, there was suddenly a wave like a tide, sweeping away everything within the former Dongkenny Fishing Port. After the wave receded, nothing was left.
There are no traces of human presence, nor any signs of living creatures. Only the ruined site of a former fishing port remains.
…
“Hmm…”
Mo Cheng just felt like he was thrown into a washing machine running at the highest horsepower. His brain was groggy and his sense of direction was lost. It was a bit like seasickness, or like the state after a hangover.
After struggling to stand up, Mo Cheng found himself in a room . The candle provided a dim light. It seemed that the burning wire was of poor quality. Sparks kept jumping out from the candle flame and then falling into the candle again.
But every spark that jumped out and fell would make the already weak candlelight even dimmer, like a rope hanging with a shaky weight, and there was no telling when this life-saving straw would break.
Mo Cheng could now confirm that this would be the feeling he would have most of the time when entering a dungeon in the future. When he went to [Mad King's Rebellion] before, Mo Cheng thought that this was an anomaly caused by returning to a past historical fragment.
But now it has been confirmed that entering the copy is so uncomfortable.
He looked around the room. It wasn't a very big house, with wooden furniture. Due to the dim candlelight, he could only see things around the table.
There was a basin of clean water on the table, I didn’t know if it was for washing face or drinking.
Next to the clear water, there was a palm-sized booklet. The window was covered with thick cloth, and it was unclear whether it was day or night.
Observing his surroundings silently, Mo Cheng discovered that his clothes had been changed into a set made of coarse linen, and even the style was loose, light and easy to work with.
There was no mirror in the room. Mo Cheng used the basin of water as a mirror to observe his own appearance and saw a face that was almost familiar yet strange.
The reason why it looked familiar was that the facial bones and some other things that could not be faked were basically based on Mo Cheng's face. The reason why it looked unfamiliar was that this face had some traces of the baptism of time and vicissitudes.
The skin is rough, the pores are large, and there are even wounds left by heavy physical work. Calluses can also be seen on the hands and feet.
A heavy laborer, and his life is not very good.
I picked up the booklet next to the basin and opened it to see that it was a diary, but the handwriting was illegible and there were many spelling errors.
It looks like he has just learned to write.
[June 18, sunny. I spent ten bronze eagles to buy a notebook from Old Pyro at the grocery store. I will start writing a diary today. Daniela likes that guy Falero to write long poems for her. What's so great about that? I can write it too. Tom told me that if I want to write poetry, I can try writing a diary first.]
[June 19, sunny. Went to work and earned 80 bronze eagles.]
[June 20, it was raining. The rain was a bit heavy, so Father Wilson told me not to go logging today.]
[June 21, it was raining. The rain was getting heavier. I heard that the bridge by the river was washed away. I have to follow Father Wilson to repair the bridge after the rain stops.]
The above content seems to be meaningless, simply recording my life, with only one sentence every day.
But Mo Cheng read very seriously, with no intention of just flipping through a few pages and skipping over them.
Most of the content in the diary is repetitive and monotonous daily life, and ten days after the first time I wrote the diary, the intervals between entries began to increase, with a sentence only being written once every three or four days, or even six or seven days.
It was not until Mo Cheng turned to the last few pages that he unexpectedly discovered that it seemed to be stuck by something.
In order not to damage the diary, Mo Cheng carefully separated the pages that were stuck together, and then he saw the densely packed text.
[September 20th, crazy, all crazy! Why is this happening? I didn’t kill Daniela, it was Falero. I saw with my own eyes that Falero bit Daniela’s neck in the woods, like a starving wolf. Why do they all say that I killed Daniela?]
[Why are Daniela and Falero’s heads on the table in my house? ]
[The village chief and the sheriff didn't arrest me. They just asked me to clean up the bodies scattered all over the ground. Before leaving, the village chief asked me to eat them as soon as possible. Eat them? Eat human flesh?]
[What kind of crazy talk is that old drunkard saying?! Not only him, but also Father Wilson told me to eat them as soon as possible. Even when I walked out of the door, I often heard people whispering, urging me to eat them as soon as possible and not wait until they stink before dealing with them.]
The handwriting on the diary is becoming more and more messy. It is obvious that the original owner of the diary has regarded writing a diary as a way to vent his emotions, to talk out his feelings after seeing crazy things.
