Chapter 134: Tattoo

Qiao Yinuo now had a stomach full of questions, but Su Mian didn't have time to explain so much to her. Her rent collection task hadn't been completed yet. "It's not a dream. You are now in... another world, a game world."

"Game world?"

Qiao Yinuo repeated blankly. Su Mian pointed to the script in her hand.

"You can imagine it as role-playing. Play the character in the script in your hand well, and the game will be able to proceed."

Qiao Yinuo nodded half-understandingly, remembering that she had just flipped through the script casually.

"Oh... I, I seem to be called Dong Xuan."

As she spoke, she seemed to understand something, "Are you He Sansan, the landlord here?"

Su Mian nodded, "The script in your hand will have a great effect. Pay attention to the tasks it emphasizes. Ask the system if you don't understand anything. Also, never go against the character setting."

It was the first time Qiao Yinuo had seen Su Mian say so much, and she was a little surprised. She subconsciously handed the rent fee to Su Mian, and then thought of a terrifying question.

"Su... He Sansan, will we, will we die?"

Su Mian's hand receiving the fee paused. She was silent for two seconds before saying, "As long as you play the game seriously, you won't."

Su Mian watched Qiao Yinuo nod blankly, hiding her complex expression.

To be honest, she felt very panicked when she saw Qiao Yinuo. This was the first time someone Su Mian knew in reality had entered the game. At that moment, she had already anticipated many things.

She was afraid that Qiao Yinuo wouldn't be able to bear the huge worldview conflict and have a mental breakdown. Although they were just roommates, if it really reached that step, Su Mian wasn't sure if she would watch coldly like she did with other players.

But hadn't everything happened yet?

She took a deep breath. She couldn't be anxious, couldn't anticipate those endings that hadn't happened yet. Everything was void.

At least Qiao Yinuo was calmer than she imagined, wasn't she? And as long as she wasn't the murderer, the chance of survival was very high.

After repeatedly warning herself in her heart, that heartbeat that was about to lose control finally calmed down bit by bit.

Su Mian realized that this seemed to be the first time she had tried to persuade herself and controlled her emotions.

So she could persuade herself.

The momentary clarity brought a tiny sense of relief. Her illness seemed to be getting better bit by bit, and even her passion for work was driven by it.

She walked to the third floor, the keys at her waist clanking.

The tenant on the third floor was a player, Wang Xiaonan, who looked like a very sunny and cheerful girl.

But the booklet recorded that this girl was actually very hard-working because she was an orphan, her education wasn't high, and she often ran around without a fixed place to live, only moving in recently.

The tenant on the other side was an NPC, a high school student wearing a school uniform and still reciting books, named Du Yuekang.

The fourth floor was completely different from the first three floors. Su Mian's footsteps paused as she walked up.

There was only one household here.

She looked up at the left side. The entrance door on the left was sealed with a seal, and several white borders were drawn on the edge of the all-black wooden door. At first glance, it looked like a huge portrait frame for a funeral photo, surrounded by half-torn couplets.

Upper couplet: Borrowing the exquisite bone, temporarily imitating the joy and sorrow for a moment.

The lower couplet had been torn off, and the horizontal scroll was "Four Seasons Peace".

On the other side was a wall. Su Mian went up and touched it, finding that the position of the opposite door didn't seem to be without a door; the color of the cement on it was darker than the surrounding area, as if to cover up something.

Out of curiosity, she knocked on the door on the left and then pressed her ear against it.

Nothing.

Only the sound of the wind.

Su Mian had to give up and turned to go to the fifth floor, but didn't notice that the door with the seal behind her slowly opened a crack.

There was another player on the fifth floor, named Meng Ziqi. She checked the information and found that he was a successful entrepreneur. How could he live in such a place?

While thinking, she knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a tall man, standing straight, looking down at Su Mian. The black cat on the sofa noticed the visitor and ran away in a flash.

He looked like a mixed-race, but slightly older. Tiny wrinkles were vaguely visible on his three-dimensional face, but he didn't look old; instead, he had a kind of heroic feeling precipitated by time.

He took out his wallet, took out a stack and handed it to Su Mian, and looked at her with curved eyebrows.

Su Mian felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. She took the money and didn't plan to talk.

"Are you... Ragdoll Cat?"

Hearing this name, Su Mian stopped. She looked at the man in surprise. Meng Ziqi reached out, and a silver watch was fastened on his wrist.

Su Mian didn't reach out immediately. Her vigilant eyes made the man's gaze even softer.

"How do you know my code name?"

"Your consecutive win record is hard not to know."

Meng Ziqi didn't force it, took his hand back, and didn't feel embarrassed, "There are only two people on the Detective Ranking who have passed this title."

"One is you."

"And the other is Tattoo?"

Su Mian answered quickly. Meng Ziqi laughed. The voice was very consistent with the laughter of a rich man in Su Mian's heart. She looked at Meng Ziqi's face and suddenly spoke.

"Are you Tattoo?"

The change from "you" to "you (polite)" made Meng Ziqi raise his eyebrows. Appreciation appeared in his eyes. Although he didn't understand how this little girl guessed it, he still nodded slowly.

"Changing your address so quickly?"

"I respect and admire people with strength."

"How did you guess I was Tattoo?"

Meng Ziqi asked curiously.

Su Mian: "When I asked that sentence, your eyebrows raised, your pupils shrank, and the laughter was an instinctive reaction after I said the correct answer, and it also contained a trace of..." Su Mian paused, "Identity recognition pride?"

"You are really amazing, little girl."

Meng Ziqi rolled up his cuffs, not sparing praise. He picked up the house cat that had been harassing him, nodded at Su Mian, his demeanor elegant.

"I hope our conversation didn't disturb your work."

"No."

Su Mian knew the topic was over. She should go. The strong always cherish each other, and their speech is also relaxed and moderate. Tattoo had achieved the purpose of asking questions and obviously wouldn't say idle words anymore.

Anyway, there would be plenty of time for confrontation in the future. Su Mian was not in a hurry. Meng Ziqi waved goodbye to her, and Su Mian walked quickly to the sixth floor.

The sixth floor was the residence of two NPC households. The people in those two families seemed to be a little scared, their muscles tense and their faces stiff. Su Mian asked around and found out that a "terrorist" lived upstairs.

"Landlord Miss, forgive me for being blunt, you can't just take anyone in for money."

"I heard people say that the man just escaped from prison."

The NPC's eyes drifted, and he covered his mouth when speaking, for fear that the person upstairs would rush down suddenly.

"A few debt collectors came a few days ago, and they were all... by..."

She made a throat-slitting gesture. Her family walked out of the room to warn a few words, and the NPC immediately closed the door in a panic. ===== CHAPTER 135 =====