Chapter 47 3 Names

This time, Si Anke finally jumped onto the table in time before the chair collapsed.

Although there is no evidence.

But he always felt that if he stood by the table for too long, the table might fall too...

So he jumped on the table without stopping, and walked directly to the very center of the table.

Looking at the three bowls of soup lined up beside him, Si Anke finally showed hesitation.

"...To be honest, I don't want to choose either."

Four silently muttered.

But no choice. The layout of this room is obviously to let him not say anything, just pick a bowl of soup and drink it.

For the time being, I can only trust the tips of the barrage...

"...The smallest bowl, I know."

Si Anke gritted his teeth, picked up the bowl full of broth, and drank it all at once.

The next moment, a prompt appeared in front of him:

[Drink up the broth: You have drained the broth. whose meat is it? 】

Unexpectedly, the broth tasted pretty good.

And it's not hot or cold, the temperature is just right.

"—It's been so long, but the temperature is just right?"

Si Anke was surprised.

He tentatively touched the temperature of the other two bowls - the bone broth in the big bowl was still steaming hot, while the middle bowl was completely cold.

That being said, even if there is no barrage prompt.

The final choice of Si Anke is definitely this bowl of broth.

Unless "drinking more than one bowl of soup" itself is a death fg.

"...then what should I do?"

Si An momentarily finished drinking the broth, then sat on the table obediently and waited for a while.

He also never sees the next event being fired.

"—Go back the same way, dear."

"—I think you may be going to heaven again..."

"—don't wait, sitting on the table is like a dish. Waiting for you will be the next bowl of soup."

"—Little Bear: I think I'm missing a bowl of broth, why don't it be you!"

"You are white! Wait! It's over!"

Looking at the laughter on the barrage, Si An sneered: "I will not fail twice in the same pit!"

He glanced at the highest and lowest seat.

If the lifespan of this thing is based on usage time...it will break in a second or two at the most.

——Or rather, just wait for it to break!

Jumping from the big low chair to the middle chair will be thrown away by it. Jumping down from a height is almost certain to die.

And if he fell directly onto the first chair... Si An Mo was worried that he, a Geralt-type player who could fall to his death from a height of two meters, would die as soon as he closed his eyes.

The voice fell, and Si An momentarily jumped to the highest chair.

Almost immediately, the small chair under him began to collapse.

Four dark moments did not take off the first time.

He jumped up suddenly when the chair had fallen almost flush with the middle chair. He landed very steadily on the second chair, and immediately jumped, without any pause, onto the largest and shortest chairs.

Then land smoothly.

"—Fuck 666666!"

"—how did you do it.jpg"

"—This wave, this wave is called the technique of small jump without knocking the head."

If he followed the normal live broadcast style of Four Dark Engraving, he would definitely breathe a sigh of relief at this time, and then immediately start bragging to cover up his fears.

But he just touched his calf with a weird expression.

...It's weird to say, I don't know if it's an illusion.

He felt that his body seemed to be much stronger.

Although he shouted "Saint Seiya will not be defeated by the same move twice", but according to the estimates of the four secrets, this set of moves has only a 60-70% probability of success at most. He was even mentally prepared to get stuck here two or three to three or four times.

Needless to say, this is a difficult point.

But when Si Anqi took the first step, he suddenly felt that his movements were exceptionally smooth, precise and stable.

It is far more perfect than the extraordinary body outside his nightmare. Like a machine, the fascia, flesh and blood are strong and powerful, and can be freely manipulated at will.

If I want to use an analogy... it is to be able to stop accurately and stably when running to the last step in front of the cliff.

—It is this level of dancer-like precision.

It was only at this moment that Si Anmo noticed that a door leading to the inside was opened.

"Is there a door here before?"

He cautiously asked the barrage.

Although the temporary buff after drinking the broth made Si Anke full of inexplicable confidence.

But to be on the safe side, try to be a little bit more cowardly when you go to places you haven't been to.

——There is no time limit for this dungeon anyway, right?

Soon, Si An Mo got the feedback he wanted from the barrage.

"It existed before, but the lights here were dim just now, so didn't you see it for the first time..."

Four secretly muttered.

He walked slowly to the room and pushed open the door.

Inside is a huge warehouse-like space with three beds.

The smallest one is no different from a normal person's bed, and the one in the middle already sleeps like a giant. The height of the pillow can definitely break the neck... and the largest bed looks like a mountain.

"...you want to sleep in the shortest bed, right?"

Si An Mo walked over and lifted the quilt.

He was about to sigh about "I actually slept in a nightmare".

But found inside the quilt.

There is something!

A tattered puppet bear, with its limbs torn off and its stomach hollowed out, was shrinking under the quilt, staring at Si Anke with a pair of gleaming dark green pupils.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Four dark moments always feel.

That seems to be a human eye...

Just when Si Anke and Muppet Bear met his gaze.

The puppet bear suddenly spoke:

"I'm going to tell you a secret...I'll tell you a secret!"

It was an extremely sharp, shrill sound.

Like a seven- or eight-year-old girl's hoarse cry.

But it was also the first voice Si Anke heard besides the egg-faced gentleman:

"—Give me your name, and I'll tell you a secret!"

……name?

The four were stunned for a moment.

That is definitely not the "four dark engravings". Even less likely to be "Lin Er".

"—It's [Job]."

There is a reliable barrage prompting immediately.

This was the name he heard from the messenger when he saw the "Messenger".

"Job!"

So Si Anke immediately replied, "My name is Job."

"Okay, Uncle Job."

A crisp, girl's voice came from the tattered puppet bear: "I'm going to tell you a secret..."

"It was just a dream, a bad, bad dream. As long as you wake up from the dream you'll be fine."

... of course I knew it was a dream!

Si An engraved in the bottom of his heart and complained.

No... wait?

He suddenly thought of something.

"So, how do I wake up from this dream?"

he asked modestly.

But the puppet bear just gave a weird laugh.

"Give me another name."

After a long time, it said.

"Give me a dead man's name.

"The name of the bystander, or the name of the perpetrator, or the name of the belated messenger—"

Needless to say.

Si An couldn't answer this question for a moment.

Because he never asked what the messenger's name was... always killed when they met.

"—I'm fucking stuck again!"

he cried desperately.

Does the ghost know that this level actually needs the name of the messenger?

But at this moment, Si An moment saw a barrage:

"—My silly brother, the messenger's name is Grover!"

"Grover!"

So Si An immediately shouted without hesitation.

Hearing the name, the puppet bear laughed.

She kept laughing and made a very clear voice.

"If you give me another name now. A victim's name, and I'll tell you the secret of how to be saved."

After a while, the little bear made a puzzled and cute voice: "No?

"—then you can wake up now."

The next moment, Si An Mo suddenly woke up.

He sat up abruptly from the ground - finding himself in front of a humming mill.

At the moment, the mill is wide open.

And there was no one inside.