48 Hours a Day

Chapter 1127: Open Door

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

No one had expected to encounter the legendary Simon in this dungeon, not to mention in the collaborative dungeon mode. When they realized what was happening, their faces were filled with the same joy that beheaded the youth.

Indeed, this dungeon had the number one player, Simon, presiding over it. This was equivalent to reduce the dungeon's difficulty significantly. In addition to the nearly unlimited game time, no one could think of any reason for their side to roll over. In addition, they did not have to worry about being robbed by influential players when the dungeon was almost over. Since Simon could offer a reward of 200,000 points, it was unlikely that he would take a fancy to the three melons on them.

From the looks of it, they had hit the jackpot in this dungeon. The nervous expressions on everyone's faces relaxed, and some of them even began to chat happily.

Zhang Heng was not in the best mood. The conditions of this dungeon were unbelievably relaxed, but because of that, it gave off a strange aura, primarily when related to its name—the invisible killer. It was inevitable that bad premonitions about unknown danger waiting for them ahead would surface.

Thus, after introducing himself, Zhang Heng immediately began to study the room they were in. There were no windows, but only a door. Furthermore, it was locked from the outside. They could not open it from the inside, and they could not see what was happening outside. However, they could hear the sounds coming from the outside, including the whirring of the machines and the sound of water flowing through the pumps. Coupled with the two seemingly sophisticated machines in the room, they could deduce that they were currently in a factory.

Meanwhile, the other players didn't idle around. Even though they were lucky enough to bump into Simon this time, they wouldn't be pulling this off if they really wanted to survive. In fact, in this day and age, very few players dared to play single-player mode, one that had a way higher risk. Not only did they have to deal with all sorts of complicated environments, but they also had to face competition from other players. If they were not careful, they might get into trouble. If they really wanted to play, it would be more convenient to play as a team.

Therefore, although the atmosphere had become relaxed, everyone did not really idle around. On the contrary, they had a tacit understanding to spread out and collect clues on their own.

The young man with the code name Mouse took off the white hat on his head and pinched it twice. "Does the white clothes we wear hint that our professions in this pocket dimension are all doctors?"

"Well, not necessarily," the Doctor said. "The white coat was indeed invented by a 19th-century surgeon named Liszt. The founder of modern microbiology, Louis Pasteur, once put forth a theory that microbes were the main cause of human and animal diseases. Liszt heard Pasteur's theory and began to advocate for doctors to wear white coats because it was difficult to hide dirt and was more hygienic.

"However, as more and more people accepted the existence of microorganisms, some researchers and workers on special occasions also started to wear white coats. Everyone mainly valued the relatively hygienic characteristics of white coats, and although compared to modern protective clothing, white coats were actually not very hygienic.

"Finally, to answer your question, I don't think we carry the identities of doctors in this dungeon because I don't smell the familiar scent from this coat."

On the other side, a player with the code name of repairman was squatting on the ground, studying the two machines in front of him. After the doctor finished speaking, he said, "These things are ancient."

"Is that so? But I think they are quite new," Kuiye said.

"I'm not talking about their age, but the manufacturing date. It seems to be something from the last century."

"This means that our dungeon was in the 20th century?!" The doctor raised his eyebrows. "It seems we are in good luck. In the 20th century, the greatest danger to humanity was the first and second world wars. Could war this Invisible Killer?"

"Correction, war is still visible," Mouse said. "What is invisible should be human greed."

"But we don't look like we're in a war," another girl, Coconut, said. "Besides numbers, there are letters on the machine. It doesn't look like English. Do you know what those words are?"

"Latin is ruled out," Master Kui said.

"Rule out French and Japanese too," added the Doctor.

"It doesn't look like Italian or Spanish either…"

"It's Russian," Zhang Heng, who had been silent all the while, said.

"God… have you learned Russian before?"The young man's eyes lit up. "It's rumored on the forums that you have a near-complete skill reserve. One person is equal to a small party of players, so when you play the game, you will always be in a single row, and you won't form a party with other players."

"No, I haven't learned Russian either." Zhang Heng shook his head, "If I could understand what the words meant, I would have known where we are by now. "In fact, I used the same elimination method as you. In addition, with our appearance, I think we are now in Russia, or more accurately, in Soviet territory."

"Cold War background?"The boy began to rack his brain. "Could we be a group of scientists that America has sent to infiltrate some secret Soviet factory to steal research data?"

"If that's the case, then the main mission—to find the key people—matches," Master Kui said, "What we need to do is to find the person who has the core information to complete this mission. It sounds quite simple."

"Yes, during the Cold War, was there anything that the Americans coveted in the Soviet Union?"

"There's a lot. Space technology such as artificial satellites, armed technology such as missiles and airplanes, and heavy industry technology. The key is that none of us understand Russian. After we get out, we need to find a translator first." Someone had already started to plan their next move.

However, because Simon was there, everyone only made suggestions. Then, they all turned their eyes to Zhang Heng as if hoping that he would make the decision. Undoubtedly, Zhang Heng did not stand on ceremony.

"Since there's no time limit for this game, let's leave this place first before we make any plans."

For some reason, as Zhang Heng listened to the sound of machines and water pumps outside, he felt that dwelling in this place for a long time wasn't the best idea.

"No problem, I'll open the door," the youth volunteered.

Even though the players were locked inside the room, a mere door was not enough to stop them. The youth took out a piece of wire from his pocket. When he held the wire in his hand, it felt like it had come alive. The tip of the wire was probing around, and the youth hoped that would put his face on it.

"Stop fooling around. I was hoping you would do something serious," the young man reprimanded. "Open the door for me.." With that, he stuck the piece of wire through the crack in the door.