The strange changes in the black notebook always made him uneasy, and he naturally became vigilant accordingly.
Fortunately, the black notebook still followed the rules, which gave him room to turn.
Use the rules to find benefits.
For Jason, who has lived in the "city that never sleeps", he learned it in the first month.
Can't learn it?
The bodies were all rotting.
Of course, it is also possible that he entered the processing plant in the block behind.
After all, canned meat is still very valuable.
【Side dish, it is the prelude to the main dish.】
【But now it has changed!】
【It retains everything original.】
【But it’s different, especially when you’ve chosen a side dish.】
[Remember: ham is very salty, drink more water]
…
It is still a conventional text.
But it is very similar to [Seafood Crispy Box]. Except for an extra line in the last sentence and the change of [remember], it is basically the same word for word.
“Is the side dish a prelude to the main course?”
Jason squinted at this sentence.
Then, attention turned to ‘change’.
"Describes changes, but stays the same word by word."
"Is it a text trap?"
"Or are you simply numbing me?"
Jason thought subconsciously and looked down. There was a √ behind [cheese and ham].
Then, the text began to appear quickly——
[Background: The empire has long since declined. A group of jackals are peeping at it, trying to bite its flesh and blood. At this last moment, a group of impassioned people rush into the wave of the times. Is it the last glory or a return to glory?
As the owner of a small martial arts gym, you don’t think too much. You just want to win the top spot on the martial arts street...]
[Main mission: Obtain reputation 3000 (0)]
[Acquire a temporary language and disappear automatically when leaving the instance]
[Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed and will be automatically restored when leaving the instance]
[Detection, no gunpowder weapons were carried]
(Tip: Have you prepared the utensils?)
…
Martial arts master?
Martial arts?
Jason frowned and subconsciously thought of some words.
Kung Fu is two words, one horizontal and one vertical; right means standing; wrong means falling down; only those standing are qualified to speak.
With twenty years of hard work, can you block this punch?
Movements that are too fancy may not necessarily be effective. You cannot learn Kung Fu by practicing it to death.
Could this be the case?
Still... remember, never trust women, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.
Jason couldn't help but shook his head.
Then, his brows wrinkled again.
In such a world, is there anything he can eat?
If so, what would it look like?
Or in what form does it appear?
Jason thought as the world in front of him began to become clearer.
Sunlight shines in from outside the window. It is not a glass window, but a window made of gauze and paper. It can let the light in vaguely, but it is not breathable.
Under the beam, there is a ventilation hole.
The thick beams are as thick as an adult's waist, five meters long, and span the entire room.
A rope comes down from the top and is tied into a noose.
At this moment, Jason's neck was hanging in the noose.
A slightly suffocating feeling came from his neck, Jason raised his hand and twisted the rope.
This is not difficult for Jason, who has nine times the strength of an ordinary person.
In fact, it can be said to be very simple.
However, after landing, Jason looked at the rope half-suspended in the air with a strange look on his face.
Because I chose [cheese and ham], it was hung from the rafters like a ham.
If I choose [Tomato Cheese Chicken Steak], does it have to be fried?
Jason cursed.
Then, he quickly pulled back his thoughts.
"'I' am dead."
"Or suicide?"
"Killing yourself while trying to gain a reputation as a martial artist?"
The corner of Jason's mouth curled up.
Although it is just a description of [background], Jason can be sure that 'he' will not commit suicide.
Just like a person who buys mutton rolls, large slices of beef, fish balls, crab sticks, shrimp paste, potato chips, lettuce, vermicelli, sesame sauce, butter, and tomato as the base of the pot, it is impossible for a person to commit suicide when preparing to eat hot pot.
.
Now that we have an extraordinary goal, how can we end up marrying ourselves?
He will not commit suicide, but he will be 'suicided'.
This is interesting.
"Wuguan Street?"
"Or something else?"
Jason looked at the description in the [Background] introduction, and the first thing he suspected was the so-called Wuguan Street. After all, it was a competition.
Of course, there is no guarantee that there will be no other accidents.
Jason thought and looked at the 'suicide note' in front of him.
The 'suicide note' was placed on the ground, and it happened to be hanging on a square brick in front of 'him'.
Anyone who sees his 'body' and then looks at the 'suicide note' on the ground will think of Jason writing the 'suicide note' and then hanging himself directly.
As for the empty room without any pen, ink, paper, inkstone, or extra furniture?
unimportant.
Wouldn't it be written in advance?
When someone asks a question like this, Jason can be sure someone will answer it like this.
Jason picked up the 'suicide note' in front of him.
Although I most likely knew that there would be no poison inside, I still checked it very carefully.
After confirming that there were no problems, Jason opened the envelope, took out the letter, and unfolded it——
Dear friends:
When you read this letter, I, Mubai, will definitely be gone.
As a warrior committing suicide, it is naturally despicable.
However, I have to do this.
In order to open a restaurant on Wuguan Street, I used despicable means to win over the four restaurant owners Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao. Although I was happy at the time, I had trouble sleeping and eating afterwards.
After much thought, I decided to die.
Just throw my body in a mass grave.
This is my own fault.
Mubai's masterpiece.
Yuanfeng 2nd year in November
…
Looking at the plain letter, Jason's mouth was filled with amusement.
It's better to say it's a suicide note than a confession.
"interesting."
Jason whispered to himself.
Although it is still impossible to confirm, Jason is very confident that the four museum owners Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao in the letter have a great relationship with 'his' death.
As for frame-up?
If 'he' is not dead, it is very likely that he did it to provoke a dispute between the two parties.
But 'he' is already dead, so this is unnecessary.
Moreover, the ‘Wuguan Street opening’ mentioned in the letter is enough to explain everything.
This kind of establishment must respect martial arts.
The one with the bigger fist has the final say.
‘He’ defeated the so-called four museum owners Peng, Zhang, Li and Zhao and then obtained the qualification to open a restaurant in Wuguan Street.
Naturally, the reputations of Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao have suffered a certain amount of damage.
Could a damaged reputation lead to homicide?
Of course!
Sometimes, fame is far beyond life.
Especially when reputation is linked to etiquette.
What does a martial arts school rely on to survive?
How powerful is the owner?
The owner’s management?
There are some, but not all.
Because the basis of all this is the reputation of the martial arts school!
Only when your reputation becomes great will people come to learn martial arts!
Only then can the martial arts gym continue to operate!
And if your reputation is damaged...
"Destroying a person's wealth is like killing his parents."
Jason thought silently and couldn't help but glance at [Main mission: Obtain reputation 3000 (0)].
Obviously, reputation in this world is more important than he imagined.
Or rather ‘theme’!
Each instance world has a similar 'theme'.
It may not be the whole world, but it is quite important.
And the point he started with the black notebook is closely related to these ‘themes’.
Or to be precise, it is closely related to a certain aspect of the 'theme'.
It could be, something.
It could be something.
It could also be a human being.
However, no matter which one it is, it requires attention.
Even if it is to better survive in the copy world.
Then, after Jason read the letter again, he walked to the corner of the room and threw the letter in his hand into the charcoal brazier.
The flames immediately ignited in the charcoal brazier with residual sparks, and within a short time, the letter was reduced to ashes.
"Mubai, Mubai."
Jason murmured quietly to himself.
It is different from the previous copy world.
In the dungeon world in front of him, he not only has a corresponding identity, but also has a brand new name.
From the current point of view, it is not clear what other meaning this new name has, but Jason can definitely make it more difficult.
At least, he now needs to remember his new name.
Otherwise, it may cause unnecessary trouble.
And, there's one more thing.
The sequel to this new name.
He didn't know anything else except that his name was Mubai.
If you meet someone you know...
"There's some trouble."
Jason rubbed his brows and picked up the futon in the room - it was the only thing in the room that could be seen with the naked eye, except for the charcoal brazier. There were no beds, wardrobes or other proper furniture in the room.
The futon is huge, more than one meter in diameter, and is about the same size as a small bed.
When Jason turned it over, he saw his mask and a short-handled, broad-bladed machete embedded in the interior of the huge futon in an inlaid manner.
“Not bad.”
Jason commented like this.
His two beloved things were placed under this huge futon. As long as no one lifted the futon over to check, they would not be discovered.
Moreover, most of the time, it is impossible for anyone to lift the futon like him.
It was because he knew that his two beloved things were not far away and must be nearby.
That's why I do this.
Others would not do this for no reason.
What if you really do this?
That is of course the enemy!
There is no doubt that Peng, Zhang, Li and Zhao are enemies.
However, Jason was sure that his enemies were not just these four.
Look at the room in front of him. Although it is very empty, there are no signs of fighting at all. He believes that it is impossible for 'him' not to resist when he is being hung up from the beam.
Moreover, when he opened the Wuguan Street before, he had already defeated Peng, Zhang, Li and Zhao.
Although I don’t know if it’s a wheel battle or a 1V4, ‘his’ strength should be quite good.
It is simply impossible to hang 'him' from the rafters silently.
unless……
Someone cooperated inside and outside and attacked suddenly.
Or, poison!
If this is the case, someone should come to 'collect the body' at this time.
Tread, step.
Jason was thinking when he heard footsteps.
Light and energetic.
Not heavy or impatient.
The next moment, there was a knock on the door——
Boom, boom!
"Master, master, it's time to eat."
The crisp voice carries an inexplicable sense of joy.
It's not schadenfreude, but a kind of natural joy.
Such a voice is not what a 'corpse collector' should have.
"Have you mastered your routine and started with irrelevant people?"
Jason instantly guessed what Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao were doing.
"Mr. Hurry up!"
"Otherwise the steamed buns and soy milk I made will get cold."
"It's a big pork bun..."
The girl outside the door was still talking, and the door in front of her was suddenly opened, and a tall, burly figure appeared in front of her.
The oppressive feeling shrouded by the shadow hit the face, and a normal person would definitely be frightened, but the girl in front of her was not frightened at all. She clapped her hands and said happily: "As expected, you are the most active in eating, Master."
Then, the girl winked at Jason.
There is youthful vitality between bright and white teeth.
There is also an approachable and friendly feeling, as if she is the girl next door.
Especially wearing a plain jacket and trousers makes people feel more friendly.
At this time, the girl was even smiling and staring at Jason with crooked eyes.
Obviously waiting for Jason's answer.
Jason didn't know how 'he' got along with the girl in front of him, so he could only nodded vaguely.
"Um."
Jason's answer did not attract the girl's attention.
In fact, when Jason nodded, the girl had already turned around and jumped forward, and kept saying——
"If you are not active in eating, you have problems with your thinking."
"The person who cooks the rice has the soul to cook the rice. To cook the rice, you have to use a basin."
The crisp voice added a certain tone, as if singing.
Although it doesn't sound good, it is becoming more and more energetic.
Following the girl, Jason came out of the room and walked to one side, scanning his surroundings.
In addition to the room behind him, there are wing rooms on the left and right, and in front of him is a lobby. There is a moon door on one side of the lobby. Through the moon door, Jason can clearly see the sandy ground, weapon racks, and wood.
Human pile.
"The front is the martial arts studio and the back is the living area. The kitchen is...here."
No need to look any further, Jason followed the smell and saw the kitchen.
It is next to the left wing, separated from the wing by a wall.
A small square table is located directly in the kitchen.
There were two bowls, one large and one small, on the table. The milky white soy milk was exuding a strong aroma, and ten palm-sized meat buns were neatly piled on the porcelain plate.
In two fist-sized plates, shredded radish and kelp were placed respectively.
Shredded radish pickled with chili.
The kelp is shredded and mixed with minced garlic.
Although it is simple, it is very exciting.
"Hurry, owner, dinner is ready."
The girl pulled out a small bench for Jason, and then sat on the opposite side. After seeing Jason sit down, she couldn't help but place her fingers on the edge of the small bowl. When Jason picked up the chopsticks,
The palm of her hand was placed on the small bowl, and when Jason picked up the kelp shreds and put it in his mouth, the girl directly picked up the bowl.
Gudong, Gudong.
Drink a bowl of soy milk in one gulp.
Obviously, the girl is also a person who likes food.
And when the girl was holding the bowl and preparing to make another bowl of soy milk——
Bang, bang bang.
The door to the front yard of the martial arts gym was smashed.
