Chapter 1 Like a Ham, Hanging on the Roof Beam

Without any hesitation.

Jason chose 【Cheese Ham】.

The change in the black notebook always made him feel uneasy, and the corresponding vigilance naturally arose.

Fortunately, the black notebook still came according to the rules, which gave him room to turn around.

Use rules to find benefits.

For Jason, who lived in the 'City That Never Sleeps', he learned it in the first month.

Can't learn?

The corpses were all rotting.

Of course, it is also possible to enter the processing plant in the back block.

After all, canned meat is still worth a lot.

[Side dish, it is the prelude to the main dish. 】

[But at this moment it has changed! 】

[It retains everything from the original. 】

[But it's different, especially when you've already picked a side dish. 】

[Remember: Ham is very salty, drink plenty of water]

...

It is still the usual text.

But it is very similar to [Seafood Crisp Box], except that there is an extra line in the last sentence, and there is a change in [Reminder], it is basically the same word for word.

"Is a side dish a prelude to a main course?"

Jason squinted at the sentence.

Then, the attention turned to 'change'.

"Describes change, but the word remains the same."

"Is it a text trap?"

"Or just paralyze me?"

Jason thought subconsciously, but looked down, and there was a √ behind [Cheese and Ham].

then,

The text began to appear quickly——

[Background: The empire has long since declined, and a group of wolves peeped at it, trying to bite its flesh and blood. At this last moment, a group of impassioned people rushed into the tide of the times. Is it the last glory, or the return of light, and As the owner of a small martial arts gym, you didn't think too much, you just wanted to win the first place in Wuguan Street...]

[Main task: Get 3000 reputation (0)]

[Obtain a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]

[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will be automatically restored when leaving the instance]

[Detection, no weapons without gunpowder]

(Hint: do you have the utensils ready?)

...

Martial arts master?

Martial arts?

Jason frowned, and subconsciously thought of some words.

Kung fu, two characters, one horizontal and one vertical; right, stand up; wrong, fall down; only those who stand are qualified to speak.

This punch, twenty years of effort, can you stop it?

If the movements are too fancy, they may not be effective. You can't practice Kungfu dead-on.

Will it be so?

Still... Remember, never trust women, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will deceive.

Jason couldn't help shaking his head.

Then, his brow furrowed again.

In such a world, is there anything he can eat?

If so, what would it look like?

Or in what form?

As Jason thought, the world in front of him began to become clear.

The sunlight came in from outside the window, not a glass window, but a window made of gauze and paper, which could vaguely let the light shine in, but it was not airtight.

Below 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 goes from top to bottom, tied into a noose.

At this moment, Jason's neck was hanging in the noose.

A feeling of suffocation came from the neck, and Jason raised his hand and broke the rope.

For Jason, who has 9 times more strength than ordinary people, it is not difficult to do so.

Even, it can be said to be very simple.

However, after landing, Jason looked at the rope half suspended in the air with a strange expression.

Because I chose [cheese ham], it was hung on the beam as a ham.

If I choose [Tomato Cheese Chicken Chop], do I have to be deep-fried?

Jason groaned.

Then, he quickly pulled back his thoughts.

"'I' is dead."

"Or suicide?"

"Suicide when you want to win the martial arts street name?"

Jason's mouth curled up.

Although it was just a description of [Background], Jason was sure that 'he' would not commit suicide.

Just like a person who bought mutton rolls, large slices of beef, fish balls, crab sticks, shrimp slips, potato chips, lettuce, vermicelli, sesame sauce, butter, and tomato, it is impossible for a person who is going to eat hot pot to commit suicide. .

Now that you have an extraordinary goal, how can you end yourself?

Will not commit suicide, but 'suicide'.

That's where it gets interesting.

"Wuguan Street?"

"Or something else?"

Jason looked at the description in the [Background] introduction, and the first object of suspicion was the so-called Wuguan Street. After all, it was a competitive relationship.

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, which happened to be hanging on a square brick in front of 'him'.

Anyone who sees his 'corpse' and then takes a look at the 'suicide note' on the ground will think of Jason writing the 'suicide note' and then hanging himself.

As for the empty room without any pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and no extra furniture?

unimportant.

Wouldn't it be written in advance?

When someone asks such a question, Jason can be sure that someone will answer it like this.

Jason picked up the 'suicide note' in front of him.

Although there is a high probability that there is no poison in it, but I checked it very carefully.

After confirming that there was no problem, Jason opened the envelope, took out the letter, and unfolded——

Everyone:

When you read this letter, I, Mubai, must be gone.

As a martial artist, committing suicide is naturally contemptible.

But, I have to do it.

In order to open a gym on Wuguan Street before, I won the four gym owners Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao by despicable means. Although I was happy at the time, I couldn't sleep or eat after that.

After thinking about it, he decided to die.

Just throw my body in a mass grave.

This is my own fault.

Mubai must write.

November 2, Yuanfeng

...

Looking at the unwritten letter, the corners of Jason's mouth were full of amusement.

It's more like a confession than a suicide note.

"interesting."

Jason whispered to himself.

Although it cannot be confirmed yet, Jason has great confidence that the four pavilion owners Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao in the letter have a lot to do with 'his' death.

As for framing?

If 'he' is not dead, it is very likely that the purpose is to provoke disputes between the two sides.

But 'he' is dead, so there's no need for that.

Moreover, the "opening of Wuguan Street" mentioned in the letter is enough to explain everything.

This kind of opening must be based on martial arts.

The one with the bigger fist has the final say.

'He' won the so-called four gym owners Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao, and then he was qualified to open a gym on Wuguan Street.

Naturally, the reputations of Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao were somewhat damaged.

Could a damaged reputation lead to homicide?

of course!

Sometimes fame is bigger than life.

Especially when fame and etiquette are linked.

What does the martial arts school rely on to survive?

The strength of the owner?

The operation of the owner?

There are, but not all.

Because, the foundation of all this is the reputation of the martial arts school!

Only when the reputation is great, will someone come to learn martial arts!

Only the martial arts school can continue to operate!

And if the reputation is damaged...

"Cutting off a person's fortune is like killing one's parents."

Jason thought silently, and couldn't help but take a look at [Main task: Get 3000 reputation (0)].

Obviously, the prestige in this world is more important than he imagined.

Or 'theme'!

Every dungeon world has a similar 'theme'.

It may not be the whole of the world, but it is quite important.

And the point he started with the black notebook is also closely related to these 'themes'.

Or to be precise, it is closely related to a certain aspect of the 'theme'.

It could be, thing.

Possibly, things.

Or it could be, people.

However, no matter which one it is, it needs attention.

Even for better survival in the dungeon 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.

Flames immediately ignited in the charcoal brazier of the remaining sparks, and in a short while, the letter was left with fly ash.

"Mubai, Mubai."

Jason muttered to himself in a low voice.

It is different from the previous dungeon 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 known what other meanings this new name has, but Jason can be sure that the difficulty has increased a bit.

At the very least, he needs to remember his new name now.

Otherwise, it is likely to cause unnecessary trouble.

And, one more thing.

A continuation of this new name.

Apart from knowing that his name is Mubai, he doesn't know anything about it.

If you meet someone you know...

"It's troublesome."

Jason rubbed the space between his brows, and picked up the futon in the room—this was the only thing in the room that could be seen with the naked eye except for the charcoal brazier. There were no proper furniture such as beds or wardrobes in the room.

The futon is huge, with a diameter of more than one meter, and it is almost like a small bed.

When Jason turned over, he saw his mask and the machete with a short handle embedded in the huge futon in a mosaic manner.

"not bad."

Jason commented like this.

His two favorite things are placed under this huge futon, so as long as no one lifts the futon over to check, they will definitely not be found.

Moreover, most of the time, it is impossible for someone to lift the futon like him.

He is because he knows that the two beloved things are not far away and must be nearby.

Therefore, will do so.

Others wouldn't do it for no reason.

If so?

That is naturally the enemy!

Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao must be enemies, there is no doubt about it.

However, Jason was sure that his enemies were not limited to these four.

Look at the room in front of him. Although it is very empty, there is no trace of fighting at all. He believes that it is impossible for 'he' not to resist when he was hung up and hung on the beam.

Moreover, when the previous Wuguan Street opened, he had already won against Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao.

Although I don't know if it's a wheel battle or 1V4, 'his' strength should be quite good.

It is impossible to hang 'him' on the beam of the house silently.

unless……

Someone cooperated from inside and outside and attacked suddenly.

Or, poison!

If this is the case, at this time, someone should come to 'collect the corpse'.

Step, step.

Jason was thinking when he heard footsteps.

Lightness and vitality.

Not heavy, not edgy.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door——

Boom, boom, boom!

"The owner, the owner, it's time to eat."

The crisp voice carried an inexplicable sense of joy.

Not schadenfreude, but an innate joy.

Such a voice is not what a 'corpse collector' should have.

"Having mastered the schedule, do you use irrelevant people as the entry point?"

Jason guessed what Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao were doing in an instant.

"Master, hurry up!"

"Otherwise the buns and soy milk I made will be cold."

"It's a big pork bun..."

The girl outside the door was still talking, the door in front of her was pulled open suddenly, and a tall and burly figure appeared in front of her eyes.

The oppressive feeling shrouded in shadow hits the face, and normal people must be startled, but the girl in front of her is not scared at all. She clapped her hands and said happily: "Sure enough, you are the most active in eating, the owner."

Then, the girl blinked at Jason.

Between the bright white teeth, there is youthful vitality.

There is also a kind of approachable intimacy, as if she is the little girl next door.

Especially a suit of plain clothes and trousers makes people feel more cordial.

At this time, the girl smiled even more, 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 bounced forward, and kept talking——

"If you don't eat actively, you have problems with your thinking."

"The person who cooks the rice, the soul who cooks the rice, you have to use a pot to cook the rice."

The crisp voice added a certain tone, as if singing.

Although it doesn't sound good, it is more and more full of vitality.

Following the girl, Jason came out of the room and walked to one side, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

In addition to the room behind him, there are wing rooms on the left and right, and a lobby in front of him. There is a moon door opening on one side of the lobby. Through the moon door opening, Jason can clearly see the sandy ground, weapon racks, and wood. people pile.

"The front is the martial arts hall, and the back is the living area, and the kitchen is...here."

Without any further searching, Jason followed the smell and saw the kitchen.

On the side of the left wing room, separated from the wing room by a wall.

A small square table is directly in the kitchen.

There were two bowls, one large and one small, on the table. The milky white soybean milk was exuding a strong aroma, and ten palm-sized meat buns were neatly stacked on the porcelain plate.

Shredded radish and seaweed were placed in two fist-sized plates.

Shredded radish pickled with chilli.

The kelp is silky, and it is mixed with mashed garlic.

Although it is simple, it makes people's index finger move.

"Hurry up, owner, dinner is ready."

The girl opened the small bench for Jason, and then sat on the opposite side. After seeing Jason sitting down, she couldn't help but put her fingers on the side of the small bowl. When Jason picked up the chopsticks, The palm was attached to the small bowl, and when Jason picked up the kelp and put it in his mouth, the girl picked up the bowl straight away.

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 was about to make another bowl of soy milk——

Bang, bang, bang.

The door of the front yard of the martial arts hall was smashed.