The alarm clock made noise like crazy. Ye Ge opened his eyes and took a photo of the alarm clock. The room instantly became quiet.
"I have replenished food and water, and I still have plenty of energy. The only problem is that I am too pressed for time and cannot remember too many things. But this is the best I can do."
Turn on your phone and click into the live broadcast room. The scarlet countdown is less than half an hour.
Ye Ge sat by the bed and lit a cigarette, quietly waiting for time to pass, as if he had returned to the days when the college entrance examination was approaching. The tension and anticipation in his heart could not be explained by outsiders.
Only those who have experienced the college entrance examination can understand what it feels like now.
When there was one minute left in the countdown, Ye Ge turned on the camera of the second-hand mobile phone and pointed it at his position. The second-hand mobile phone was connected to the charging cable. There was no need to worry about running out of power. The only thing to worry about was that the memory card only had
128G, but it is enough for Ye Ge who wants to confirm something.
"coming."
After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Ye Ge stared at the last few seconds, deliberately not touching the phone. However, Ye Ge could not see clearly what happened, and his vision went dark.
When he could open his eyes, he had already arrived in a not-so-friendly room.
The sky outside the window has darkened,
A rotten smell, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of mold hit my nose. There were several bullet holes in the wall, but there were no missing bullet casings on the ground. The old-fashioned radiator behind him was covered with rust. The wall cabinets and wardrobes were violently torn apart.
Pushed to the ground, there was nothing inside. On the double bed, there was only a torn woman's long skirt and women's underwear thrown casually on the floor. There seemed to be a large dark red blood stain on it.
The empty solid wood bookcase was pressed diagonally against the inside of the dilapidated security door. The bathroom door lock was violently smashed open, and the balcony glass was shattered. The whole room was in a mess as if it had been ransacked by thugs, from women's underwear to
It seems that it is not just a simple robbery.
Just being in this environment made Ye Ge's adrenaline surge.
Ye Ge, who was looking around for a week, had already experienced the friendliness of the people of Tarkov before he saw a single living person. He noticed the swirl icon flashing in his sight, and Ye Ge hunkered down and hid in the smelly bathroom.
, began to check his own situation.
[Temporary auxiliary skills] (30 seconds selection time, will not be retained after leaving the live broadcast)
Russian language mastery: 20 points,
Basic firearms mastery (can skillfully operate most firearms): 30 points,
Sensitive Sensing (enhanced vision, smell and hearing abilities): 40 points
From a practical point of view, basic firearms mastery and sensitive senses are of greatest use. Choosing Russian mastery may help you communicate with local scavengers in Tarkov and reach a peaceful consensus.
It was just the stupid-looking Asian faces in the broken mirror that made Ye Ge completely give up the idea of mastering the Russian language. Sometimes the faces looked wrong, and he couldn't communicate no matter how much he said. Maozi had always discriminated against his friends from the south.
.
"You can't take any chances. Survival is the first priority."
After giving himself a hard slap, in the pain, the man who made a silly expression in the broken mirror had a slightly ruthless look of a ruthless man - at least he no longer looked like that when he bared his teeth.
I just want to bully you as a coward.
If no temporary auxiliary skills are selected after thirty seconds, it will be deemed to be automatically given up. Compared with the two temporary skills, Ye Ge needs one more life to increase the fault tolerance rate.
[The live broadcast room is open, the host can turn on or off the barrage at will, the current number of people in the live broadcast room: 0]
[Side mission: Kill the Night Stalker. The God of Death wandering in Tarkov City will take everyone's life fairly.
Basic mission: Survive successfully in Tarkov City for 168 hours (one week),
Advanced mission: Break through the joint military blockade of the United Nations peacekeepers and the Russian Federation and escape from Tarkov City.
High-level mission: Obtain the latest research results from the secret laboratory in Tarkov City of the Terra Group, inject SEγ3 type medicine, and complete body strengthening.
Note: The basic tasks will change every time you conduct a live broadcast. The side tasks, advanced tasks and high-level tasks will not change. The rewards of side tasks can be superimposed. The high-level tasks are the ultimate goal of the current world. Complete the high-level tasks.
Will get the highest live broadcast evaluation and receive a lot of points rewards]
Having no time to pay attention to things in the live broadcast room, Ye Ge focused all his attention on three tasks.
Although the basic tasks are difficult, there is still some possibility of completing them by hiding in a corner. The advanced tasks and high-level tasks are basically equivalent to single-handedly challenging all the armed forces in Takov. With his current ability
No need to think about it.
"Survive this week first and then think about other things."
After making up his mind, Ye Ge began to check his equipment.
The man in the mirror has short black hair and is wearing a dark red long-sleeved plaid shirt, long-legged light-colored jeans, black cotton socks and a pair of Adidas sneakers, and nothing else.
Weapons, food, water, everything you need is nothing. At any rate, the group of people next door who lived a good life can get some brave skills after traveling through time, but here they don't even give them a dog.
"This apartment seems to have been ransacked not long ago. I can explore this apartment at night, maybe I can find something unexpected."
There was no way out from the main entrance, so Ye Ge walked up to the balcony with his waist bent, and walked from the balcony into the apartment next door.
"It seems that this group of bandits retreated from here. They really didn't even leave a hair for me."
Looking at the empty room, Ye Ge took a deep breath and walked out of the open security door of the apartment.
…
"Eh? Live broadcast room number 6? Does Miao Ya have such a single-number room?"
Scratching his head, Chen Weicai sat in front of the computer and clicked into the live broadcast room. There seemed to be no fans or popularity in the live broadcast room, and the game anchor did not speak. Only the game screen was locked on one person in the first person.
"Escape from Tarkov?"
After just one glance at Chen Weicai, he lost interest. This kind of wood can't do anything, can't speak to stir up the atmosphere, doesn't show his face, and has no fan base. There are too many game anchors. After the live broadcast bonus period, this kind of anchor is nothing.
Competitiveness.
Just as he was about to exit, the first-person perspective in the game began to rummage through the cabinets, opened a closed drawer, and picked up a broken watch.
"Wait a minute, is this really Escape from Tarkov? Doesn't picking up trash just press f to exit the grid? And what's going on with this watch? There seems to be something wrong."
After cheering up, Chen Wei turned the sound of the live broadcast to maximum and turned on the full-screen mode. Then he heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, as if the characters in the game were picking up trash in the real world.
"Lipstick? Comb? Glasses case? Damn it! He actually opened that suitcase? Can the suitcase be opened? Wait, is this women's underwear!?"
In the live broadcast, the protagonist of the game threw the pink hood on the ground like trash, but Chen Weicai was stunned by this scene.
At this moment, another person joined the live broadcast room, but Chen Weicai just wanted to find out what was going on.
"Is it a reskinned game of Escape from Tarkov? Or is it loaded with some kind of mod?"
Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, Chen Wei began to enter the barrage.
"Anchor, where did you download the Tarkov module?"
Ye Ge, who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in Room 302, was stunned when a translucent barrage suddenly appeared in his sight, and he immediately knew that someone had entered the live broadcast room.
After thinking about the anchor rules, Ye Ge said calmly.
"This is not a mod."
After saying that, he left room 302 carrying a small satchel he had just found.
"Holy shit! People in the game are talking to me!!! And they're talking standard Mandarin!?"
Chen Weicai opened his mouth wide and almost fell off the gaming chair.
"Am I not crazy?"
At this moment, another person in the live broadcast room also sent a series of question marks to express his confusion.
After only the second post, Ye Ge felt that the barrage was too disturbing, so he simply turned off the barrage.
"It seems that everything below the third floor has been searched. I have to search higher up."
The fist-sized stone in his hand was Ye Ge's only weapon. It was of little use in the city of Tarkov where guns were everywhere, but it might have miraculous effects if used properly.
"Boom, boom, boom."
As soon as I reached the corner of the three-story staircase, I heard footsteps coming from above, along with a few unintelligible words in Russian.
In an instant, Ye Ge's nerves were tense to the extreme, and his hair stood on end.
Someone, there are still people alive in this apartment building! Judging from the undisguised voices, I am afraid that the people upstairs are the group of bandits who looted the third floor, probably to guard the fourth floor from others.
The number of people is unknown. This group of people must have thermal weapons. Maybe there is an armed sentry point hidden downstairs in the apartment, just waiting for the people in the apartment to fall into the trap. The current situation can be said to be impossible to advance or retreat. If you make a wrong step, you will be
Eat a gun.
"Tong Tong, Tong Tong, Tong Tong."
His heart was beating non-stop and his head was starting to feel dizzy. Ye Ge could only hold his breath and avoid all the noise-making obstacles, then slowly retreated and retreated to the balcony of 307 - the reason why he did not retreat into the bathroom was because
He didn't even have a flashlight.
After gently closing the door that had been smashed by wooden stakes, Ye Ge felt a little illusory sense of security.
【What should I do? What should I do?】
Hot sweat was radiating from his body in thick sheets, and the plaid shirt that stuck to his skin made his body very uncomfortable. In the moonlight outside the window, Ye Ge looked down at the stone in his hand, feeling a little confused.
Regardless of whether there are bandits downstairs, there are at least two bandits upstairs. He only has a broken stone. What else can he do if he can't even commit suicide?
Instinctively, he touched his pocket to smoke a cigarette. It was not until his trembling hands reached into his pocket that he suddenly realized that there was only a dirty note pad and a carbon pen in his pocket.
Taking out his notepad and carbon pen, Ye Ge was stunned for a moment and reopened the barrage.
There are now twelve viewers in the live broadcast room. The moment the barrage is turned on, dozens of barrages rush past the eyes, most of which are meaningless shocks and questions.
After quickly observing the barrage function, Ye Ge discovered that he not only had the authority to block barrages, but could also grant or deprive individual viewers of the live broadcast room the permission to send barrages.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Ge took the carbon pen and wrote a line on the note pad.
[I can’t speak here, everyone, who would like to help me?]
Chen Weicai, who was staring at the live broadcast screen with wide eyes, was the first to clearly see the Chinese characters on the note pad, and excitedly said "I do!"
The next moment, all the viewers in the live broadcast room except Chen Weicai were stunned to find that they were unable to send comments.
Choosing Chen Weicai as his collaborator, Ye Ge wrote again.
[Thanks for the help, I will touch them quietly in a while. Can you help me translate what they say in real time? 】
"Leave it to me! I'll turn on real-time voice translation."
【please】
After putting away the notepad and carbon pen, Ye Ge adjusted his breathing and walked out of Room 307 again. He walked through the silent and messy corridor in the extremely dim light and came to the stairs.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Ge started to climb the stairs on tiptoes. He quickly looked around the corner of the fourth floor and saw no one. There was an oil can and fire barrel lit in the corridor, with two opened cans on top.
Without making any rash moves, Ye Ge quietly stood guard at the corner of the stairs.
"Click."
About five minutes later, a door suddenly opened. A man carrying a cannon came out and took a look at the cans on the fire barrel. He shook his head, placed the cannon against the wall, and lit it while facing Ye Ge.
I smoked a cigarette beautifully,
A woman's cry and a man's dirty laughter came from the door. Ye Ge looked back with a dull face. Even though he couldn't understand Russian, he knew that there was nothing good in the man's mouth.
"Smelly woman! If you don't want to die, just talk!"
This was followed by loud applause.
Looking at the translated Russian on the barrage, Ye Ge clenched his fists. At the same time, the woman's cries became more and more suppressed and smaller. Ye Ge didn't know how painful the woman was. He only knew that he was angry.
.
"It's a pity that she is an old woman. The young women that Boss Ballard took away are beautiful. I really envy Boss Ballard."
"Haha, it would be nice if we could have some fun. That stupid man thought that he and his wife would be safe just hiding in the apartment. Damn it, when I was eight years old, I knew that if I were a coward, I would have to wait for death."
At this moment, another man with a pistol on his waist came out. He seemed to have just put on his pants, and the man had his belt buckled.
The eighteen viewers in the live broadcast room silently watched the cold and obscene swear words on the barrage. For a moment, they didn't know whether they were watching a game live broadcast or in some war-torn area without any order. However, everyone was confused.
There is a consensus that this live broadcast room is not simple.
