DipNovel Chapter 167 Promotion: Listening Pavilion
Chapter 167 Promotion: Listening Pavilion
Chapter 167 Promotion: Listening Pavilion
Mingpo slowly opened her eyes.
He realized he was sitting in a car—he was in the driver's seat, and there was no one else in the car.
He held a half-burnt cigarette between his right index and middle fingers, while his left hand rested lightly on the steering wheel.
Perhaps because of smoking, the car window on the right side next to Mingpo was half open.
He took a deep breath and exhaled a white, cold mist that resembled a smoke ring.
"—Right-hand drive vehicle?"
Mingpo recognized the brand from the car emblem inside: "This is—Mazda? Where am I?"
Normally, if Mazda vehicles are imported to mainland China or the United States, the manufacturer will specifically modify them to be left-hand drive. The most common right-hand drive vehicles are those from Japan, the United Kingdom, Singapore, and Hong Kong.
And it is clear that Mingpo has never driven a right-hand drive car.
Unlike previous multiplayer games.
There were no scenes like "sending a message via text message".
This time, the scarlet text appeared directly in Mingbo's eyes.
[Promotion: Listening Pavilion]
[Single-player mode, restricted factions: Power, no intruders]
[Difficulty: 1-2 weeks]
[There is no need to play as a character in this game, but playing as a character can still help advance the story.]
[WARNING: This game contains additional rules, hidden quests, and a unique world setting]
[You should know: If you fail in the promotion game, you can transform into a "Host" to avoid death; you will be resurrected when your Contract Deceiver completes this game.]
This game restricts the realm of power.
Mingpo understood.
I see — judging from this slow pace, is it a decryption type?
Based on Mingper's experience, there are currently two reasons for restricting charlatans in a certain field, but they are basically both due to "unfairness".
Either the game is too easy for them, or it's too difficult.
The unique feature of the Force Realm is that, regardless of the situation, it indicates that this is very likely a puzzle-solving game, and perhaps even a chase.
but----
Mingpo reached into her pocket.
The silver oak blade was in his pocket.
This time, Mingpo's props were not confiscated when he entered. He was still wearing his own clothes.
To Mingpo's surprise, something unexpected appeared in his pocket.
Mingbo took it out and found that it was a piece of "nervousness gum".
"—Was it around that time?"
Mingpo read it in a low voice.
Ai Shiping had three "Tense Gum" pieces in total. He gave two to Mingpo in the "Terror Live Broadcast" instance and kept one for himself. In the end, Ai Shiping didn't use any, while Mingpo used one.
After that game, Mingpo returned the remaining chip to Ai Shiping. After all, it was something Ai Shiping had obtained with his own chips, and Mingpo didn't have the habit of quietly taking over a friend's property.
If he wants to seize it, he will definitely do so only after making a public announcement.
And now, it suddenly appeared in his pocket—obviously, Ai Shiping had slipped it into Mingpo's pocket at some point.
If Ai Shiping hadn't used it in the last Pusheng game, Gao Fan might still have one left in his pocket.
"—This guy is really good at these petty thefts."
Mingpo muttered.
A slight smile played on his lips as he carefully placed the piece of chewing gum back into his pocket.
At this moment, a very brief plot introduction appeared before Mingpo's eyes:
You are a detective. Yesterday you received a letter of commission with a generous reward, and went to the Listening Villa at the address in the letter.
However, when you drive here, you find that it's just a deserted, dense forest.
You decide to continue deeper into the dense forest.
The import consists of only three lines of text.
After Mingpo finished reading, the blood-written words vanished like a phantom.
Mingpo looked up and gazed out the window.
The sky outside was gray, with low-hanging dark clouds.
The dense forest unfolds at the end of the road. Inside lies a deep, dark abyss, utterly silent.
In this era, there seems to be no smart navigation – his phone is still a flip phone. Naturally, the phone has little signal.
No matter how he changed the station, the car radio could only emit a hissing sound.
"----snort."
Mingbo scoffed, "Anomalies of this magnitude—only a fool would continue if it weren't for mission requirements. Horror games and movies are probably full of these reckless idiots."
He shifted gears with his left hand and turned the steering wheel onto the dirt road in the woods.
He didn't close the window. But the moment he stepped inside, Mingpo was overwhelmed by a tranquility as if noise-canceling headphones were covering his ears.
It's like being at the bottom of the sea.
The sharp, howling wind outside vanished in an instant.
All that could be heard was the low hum of the engine.
The wheels crunched over decaying leaves and broken branches, the sound barely audible, occasionally punctuated by a dull thud. It always made Mingpo wonder if she had run over some kind of corpse.
He drove very slowly—because he was worried that someone might suddenly appear in front of him and block the road, or that there might be a jumpscare. If he went too fast, he might not be able to brake in time and could cause an accident.
Even knowing that there was bound to be danger ahead, Mingpo remained cautious.
He does enjoy danger, but he's not deliberately courting death. The former is madness, while the latter is idiocy.
As he drove a little further, he felt the sky grow even darker.
He didn't know when it started, but he could hear the wind again. But the wind lashing against the leaves was no longer sharp and howling; instead, it sounded like a woman's sob, carrying a damp, musty smell into the car.
This reminded Mingpo of the smell of a mop.
He closed the car window somewhat unhappily.
For a moment, the surroundings were eerily quiet.
It took Mingpo a few seconds to realize—after he closed the car window, he couldn't even hear the engine or the sound of the wheels rolling.
Is Mazda's sound insulation really that good?
The moment the thought crossed her mind, Mingpo immediately realized something was wrong.
He stepped on the brake and looked up.
Unbeknownst to many, a strange villa suddenly appeared in the middle of the dense forest.
Unlike ordinary villas, it is less "built" here and more "grown" here.
At least half of the villa's walls were embedded in a mountainside, with vines and roots entwined around them, resembling veins or even living organisms. That feeling of "coexisting with nature," if properly maintained, could possess a natural vitality. But now, it only reminded Mingpo of a Terran base infected by the Zerg in StarCraft—
This feeling can be described in one sentence.
This place feels like a dungeon in an open-world game, the kind where you have to solve a mystery first, like burning the vines before you can enter.
The next moment, Mingpo realized why she felt a strange sense of unease—because of the window.
Almost all the windows in this villa were sealed off with rattan. The lighting was so poor that you should hire a decorator to take a look at it.
The few windows that weren't sealed off were covered in white dust. Inside, it was so dark you couldn't see anything.
"Sorry to bother you."
Mingpo spoke, his voice deep and magnetic.
He stepped forward and reached out to push the door open.
The old oak door didn't creak or groan. Instead, it made a strange, crisp sound.
It's like someone who hasn't exercised in a long time doing a set of calisthenics, their bones cracking all over.
The moment Mingpo pushed open the door, melodious piano music suddenly came from deep within the room.
Mingpo paused for a moment.
He can play the piano, although he hasn't practiced for very long. But at least his musical taste is decent.
In just two seconds, Mingpo recognized the tune.
"Gymnopédies No. 1", also known as "Gymnopédies".
It is also frequently used in various anime and games.
The newest and most well-known use case should be————
—Rusty Lake.
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