Chapter 530: The Wickedly Bad Chen Ran!

Having already reached this stage, saying these words was already meaningless.

Chen Ran, Han Fei, and Ling Yu found that they still couldn't leave any marks on the paper, so they all looked at the tattooed-arm youth who wrote copy.

The tattooed-arm youth opened his mouth, wanting to ask what story to write, but he couldn't make a sound.

Moreover, on his paper, three characters appeared: [Write a Story].

The rest of the people couldn't see these three characters. The tattooed-arm youth realized that after the four of them finished writing the story later, they would either be prohibited from participating in the subsequent decryption, or they wouldn't be able to recall what content they had written themselves.

Therefore, at this time, he had to use a template from his previous memories.

Thinking up to here.

The tattooed arm started writing. He repeatedly pondered over every word, deeply afraid that writing a typo would cause the direction of the plot to change.

The rest of the people only saw him writing, but couldn't see the words he wrote out. They couldn't even see the strokes clearly. They also realized that this was probably to prevent plot leaks.

Thinking up to here, Qiu Yinong looked at Chen Ran sitting in front of the desk. Chen Ran wanted the three of them to finish writing before he wrote. Now there was something to play with.

Very quickly.

The tattooed-arm youth finished writing. At the moment he stopped his pen, the text on the paper disappeared, and he could speak again, but he didn't remember what exactly he had just written.

The tattooed-arm youth's disappeared text appeared on Ling Yu's paper. Moreover, there was a qualitative requirement on the paper: [Continue Writing the Story].

Ling Yu thought for a bit, picked up his pen and started writing.

When he finished writing.

It was Han Fei's turn.

Seeing the content on it, the corners of his mouth twitched: What the hell did they write?

Thus, he continued writing. However, he wrote very quickly. In less than ten minutes, he had already finished writing. One should know that the previous two had both spent over half an hour.

Next, it was Chen Ran's turn. Looking at the text that appeared out of thin air on the paper, he carefully read it silently in his heart once, frowning.

Thus, he started writing. He spent two and a half hours continuing to write four thousand words, making the other players' eyelids twitch watching him. Halfway through, Han Fei even replenished his Skill several times, continuing to prohibit Skills.

At the moment he stopped his pen, a dazzling white light erupted in the Secret Room. All the players...

Disappeared!

…

"My dear enemies, welcome to my home court.

I wish you all a happy time playing. I am the designer of this scenario's plot: Chen Ran."

Fifteen people appeared on a bus. Hearing these words, they were all dumbfounded.

Ling Yu looked left and right, discovering that these people were all the people who had gone up to the third floor with him.

He looked to the front. There was no driver, but the vehicle kept driving forward. The surroundings were pitch black. There were only two headlights illuminating what should be a newly built concrete road ahead.

Since there were no clues...

Ling Yu looked at the tattooed-arm youth: "Can you remember the story you wrote?"

After all, the tattooed-arm youth wrote first. And the story he wrote, no matter how Chen Ran expanded upon it, it would revolve around the story written by the tattooed-arm youth, treating it as the main plotline.

The tattooed-arm youth Ping Chengxun shook his head: "However, if I deduced that I might lose my memory while writing the story, I would write the version I am most adept at."

"When I was alive, I wrote copy for murder case explanations. I remember the very first one I wrote was about a husband killing his wife..."

Ling Yu interrupted Ping Chengxun. Through three subsequent continuations or expansions, the other plotlines had probably already been made a complete mess.

Just knowing the main plotline was enough. The rest was all invalid information and would also affect their judgment.

About ten minutes later, the bus stopped, and everyone got off.

They found that it was brightly lit ahead, and pitch black behind them, forming a strong contrast.

On the left and right sides, there were villas one after another.

Looking from the exterior.

They were all exactly the same.

Ling Yu glanced at his panel. There were still five minutes until the Skill prohibition ended:

"Everyone, presumably everyone should know our situation."

Indeed, they were all Five-Star players; naturally they knew that Chen Ran had played tricks when writing the story.

Simply put.

Chen Ran very likely wrote two versions.

One simple.

One complex.

Chen Ran and his people cleared the simple version.

Ling Yu and his people cleared the complex version.

This way, even if the two versions needed to be cleared at the same time, then after Chen Ran and his people finished decrypting the simple version, they just needed to quietly wait.

Whereas Ling Yu and his people would need to engage in various Infighting and use Skills so that they could clear this complex version alive.

Therefore, there would definitely be a reduction in personnel. It could be predicted that ultimately the two versions would merge into one, and a final Secret Room would appear, with Chen Ran's fifteen people dealing with the surviving Ling Yu and his group.

"My suggestion is that we establish a Future Lie. Here, apart from those with clone Skills being able to use them, the owners of all other types of Skills should not use their Skills."

Hearing this, Ping Chengxun looked front and back.

Thus, he said: "Okay, but we still have to add a restriction. The owners of clone Skills must retract their Skills after the clones finish searching and report back to us."

Everyone thought for a bit and agreed. Very quickly they established a Future Lie, in which the Skill owners had to retract their Skills within ten minutes after the clones reported back.

What they had to do was to try their best to avoid Infighting in this story and maintain their numbers, so it would be easier to huddle together for warmth in the final Secret Room.

Very quickly, two players possessing clone Skills stepped out and used their Skills.

Cloning out thirty players.

The first batch of fifteen clones searched towards the villas in the brightly lit area ahead.

The second batch of fifteen clones searched towards the villas in the pitch-black area behind them.

While the real fifteen people just stood in place, quietly waiting for the clones to come back and report.

Ling Yu lit a cigarette. He, along with the captain of the other complete Five-Star squad and Ping Chengxun, leaned against the front of the bus and smoked.

The three of them were all frowning.

Simply because some novel authors often write flashbacks. For example, suddenly throwing in a [Time returns to x days ago].

This was quite troublesome. If Chen Ran wrote it like this, probably even Ping Chengxun's main plotline could be changed by him into...

A side plotline!