Chapter 1 Script Killing? No, It's Transmigration!
nd this time.If you had to say, it sounded a bit like German, but Wang Zhong wasn't sure.Lyudmila whispered, "Prospero!"At this time, Wang Zhong saw a crack in the ceiling, and he had a bold idea.Plea...When Wang Zhong saw the silver-haired girl in military uniform, his first reaction was which hardcore non-loli military science fiction mobile game cosplayer.
Generally, at this time he would take another look, but the vibration of the floor and walls interrupted his appreciation.
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“What the heck” he shouted, and dust from the ceiling rained down into his mouth.
The pretty girl in front of me whispered, "Tank!"
Wang Zhong was stunned: "Tanks"
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He scratched his head, trying to figure out what was going on. He tried to remember, but besides getting drunk, he couldn't recall anything else — it wasn't long before the new year after all, and he had just had a little drink with some friends.
Could it be that you got drunk and were dragged to a script killing store by your friends
Then, this beautiful girl happened to meet him and they decided to live together Wow, what a great coincidence! Let's add each other on WeChat first.
Wang Zhong reached into his pocket, and instead of finding his phone, he came up with an ID card.
The document cover felt very thick and substantial, it seemed to be made of cowhide. Wang Zhong exclaimed in admiration, "This shop is pretty good, the scene is realistic and the props are not bad either."
Then he opened his ID and stared at the photo inside.
What's going on That photo isn't me!
At this point, Wang Zhong only then realized that everyone in front of him had one thing in common: they were all blond and blue-eyed foreigners.
Where is my friend
Left me alone to play a murder mystery game with foreigners
Could it not be a script kill, but... but I've crossed over
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Wang Zhong only thought about it for a moment, but immediately denied the idea. People should believe in science, this must be a prank by that group of friends, damn them!
The resentment that had just risen, after glancing at the beautiful girl in front of me, vanished. Damn, this is even better, I must add the WeChat of this foreign beauty.
My former friends are probably hiding somewhere, watching me with amusement. I'm adding beautiful women to my WeChat list, just wait and see if you can still laugh!
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At this time, the roaring sound in his ears was closer, and the vibrations of the walls and floor were more obvious.
Wang Zhong discovered that there were two small windows against the wall he was leaning on, at a higher place, sunlight slanted in.
It felt like the kind of basement window with limited sunlight. Wang Zhong had a classmate who moved to the north after graduation and lived in these kinds of basements all day, often posting photos on social media and occasionally playing around with prison-themed jokes.
He tiptoed slightly and leaned closer to the window, peering outside.
He saw a pair of military boots standing near the skylight.
As a script kill, isn't this a bit too real
He was puzzled, when suddenly pairs of army boots appeared, seeming like a squad of soldiers marching outside.
What the heck
The next moment, Wang Zhong saw the source of the vibration and roar - the tracks.
A murder mystery store not only assembled a troupe of actors, but also got a tractor That's not right, is it
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Wang Zhong's breathing quickened, and he vaguely felt that he might have actually travelled through time.
Thus, that lighthearted, carefree, and nonchalant feeling just vanished.
He retreated and scanned the basement again.
Besides him and the young woman, there were four other men in the room. They were all of Nordic appearance.
Everyone was dressed in the same style of military uniform, primarily in khaki, with a greenish hue at the collar.
Three men were carrying rifles, the style of which Wang Zhong felt resembled a Mosin-Nagant.
The rifles were loaded with bayonets, one of which still had a red tinge.
Wang Zhong looked at the red eyes many times, could they have already killed someone
The remaining men's weapons looked a lot like Finnish Suomi submachine guns, and his uniform was different from the other three; there were two V-shaped markings on his sleeves.
“Sergeant” Wang Zhong tentatively asked.
The assault rifle man looked at Wang Zhong: "Well, sir, do you need a diaper"
Several men chuckled, but quickly stifled their laughter.
The girl then shyly averted her gaze.
Wang Zhong: "Diaper"
The sergeant glanced at Wang Zhong's crotch.
Wang Zhong lowered his head and found that he was also wearing a khaki military uniform. The crotch area of the trousers was noticeably darker, spreading outwards in a radial pattern.
He touched it, and sure enough, it was wet!
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"This is not my urine!"
No, really! I'm getting impatient!
Although Wang Zhong has never been on a battlefield, he doesn't think of himself as a coward who would wet his pants the moment he steps onto one—probably.
No, it's definitely yes!
This urine, even touching it, feels dry. It definitely wasn't just urinated on; it's... who could have peed here
Wang Zhong suddenly remembered that he was holding his ID card, so he hurriedly flipped it open.
The photo on the ID was of a smirking, handsome young man, naturally with a European face. The side of the photo was full of text that Wang Zhong had never seen before, something like Cyrillic letters. Amazingly, Wang Zhong somehow knew what they meant.
At this point, Wang Zhong only realized that no one had spoken Chinese from the very beginning. He had just thought it was Chinese because he could understand it.
Wang Zhong found his name next to the photo: "Alexey Konstantinovich Rokossov." The prefix before the name, translated into Chinese, is probably something like "Sir" or "Mister," right
The rumble of the tanks was already gone, but gunfire could still be heard in the distance.
At this point, the sergeant with the submachine gun spoke up: "The gunfire is about one or two kilometers away. It must be the Duke Vladimir's troops still resisting. We should cross enemy lines and join forces with the Duke."
After finishing, the sergeant turned to Wang Zhong and said, "Sir, what do you think"
One of the soldiers scoffed, "What's the point of asking him He might wet himself again! From now on, his nickname will be 'Pants-Wetter' Rostov."
"Psst! Be careful, the Count will get you back for this later!" Another soldier said, though his words were meant as a warning, there was no doubt a sarcastic undertone to his voice.
The sergeant said sternly, "Count, he is our commander, of course, we need his agreement. Count, what do you think about what I just said"
Wang Zhong thought, "What can I possibly say I've only ever commanded troops in the game. I'm a complete outsider. Besides nodding, I don't seem to be able to do anything else."
At this point, it's time to hack into the account.
Come out, deep blue.
The next moment, Wang Zhong's point of view became a bird's-eye view.
What's going on I became a satellite spirit There are actually cheats
Unfortunately, the satellite's view was mostly black, allowing them to see only the underground room they were in.
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He then realized it was the top-down view of his most familiar real-time strategy game. Relying on years of experience playing real-time strategy, he immediately realized that the highlighted one in his current view must be himself.
This satellite view also has an interface, the thing in the upper right corner of the entire field of vision should be a military card—which is the symbol of the troops under one's command.
Now there was only one lonely unit in the military card, and Wang Zhong's consciousness transferred to the card and saw the explanation: "Colonel Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov."
So, am I the only one in this unit Wasn't I supposed to be the commander
At this moment, Wang Zhong heard the girl speaking and quickly shifted his gaze to himself - this kind of switching seemed to be just a matter of thought.
The girl said, “I think Xie Miao was right, Alyosha. Let’s do it that way.”
Alyosha is a nickname for his given name, "Alexei." Russians only use nicknames among close friends and family. People they aren't as familiar with are addressed by their patronymic, which is the long string in the middle there, Konstantinovich.
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Wang Zhong: "Wait a moment! The enemy just passed by, it's not good to act rashly. Let's wait here for a while."
In fact, Wang Zhong wanted to use this time to understand the hack. He started moving, and along the way, who knows what dangers there might be He couldn't research the hack properly at all.
The sergeant hesitated, but finally nodded. "Then let's wait here for a bit. Be careful not to be discovered by the Prolonians."
The Prolos, that must be the enemy's name.
There definitely isn't a country called Proson on Earth. You probably aren't on Earth.
Wang Zhong entered the panoramic view again. He first tried to focus his attention on the girl in the same room. Sure enough, her name popped up: "Lyudmila Vasilyevna Merelkhonovna, Captain, Praying Hands."
Uh What is a prayer hand
Wang Zhong initially thought this girl was a medic.
His attention was fixed on the phrase "praying hands" for a second, and no further explanation popped out.
What the heck, this cheat is buggy!
Although Wang Zhong clearly understood Lyudmila's explanation, she was not on the roster of soldiers.
Wang Zhong could only reluctantly turn his attention to the other four people.
Sergeant Zakharov followed by a large group, Private Xie Miao followed by a large group, Private Ivan followed by a large group, Private Yuri followed by a large group.
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A rifleman is a soldier who uses an assault rifle, while all other soldiers are infantrymen.
Wang Zhong originally wanted to confirm their ammunition situation, but unfortunately, there was none.
After determining that there was nothing more to be gleaned from this group, Wang Zhong turned his attention to the house beside them.
Their house had a transparency feature, allowing Wang Zhong to see through the roof and the floors of the first and second story to observe the basement. He wondered if he could switch the displayed floor to see what was happening on the first floor.
But it's useless.
He wanted to see how his comrades were doing in the battle afar, but he was unable to.
This plugin doesn't do anything special, it just switches perspectives. In reality, the information you see from this perspective is still the same information I can see with my own eyes.
To verify this, Wang Zhong switched back to his own perspective, stood up and walked to the window with natural light, looking out.
Keeping that motion, he switched to a top-down view and then discovered the terrain outside had appeared.
He saw a street, no, half a street, because he could only see the row of houses opposite his basement.
However, compared to the naked eye view, this is much clearer. With Wang Zhong's naked eyes, he could only see one floor of the house, and even didn't know how many floors it had. But this bird's-eye view clearly shows even the roof of the house.
There are still some redeeming qualities to this plugin, though.
Wang Zhongzheng sighed in admiration. He heard footsteps.
Listening to the footsteps from a bird's-eye view, the sound seems to come from heaven.
Wang Zhong realized this was because the footsteps were coming from above his head, his hearing hadn't switched to an overhead perspective.
No wonder they've switched, the gunfire is still so far away.
He switched back to his normal vision and saw that several people in the room were staring at the ceiling.
Wang Zhong also looked up and found that the ceiling was made of wood. Now someone was stepping on the ceiling with big leather shoes, making a heavy thumping sound.
Then someone spoke, in a language Wang Zhong didn't understand this time.
If you had to say, it sounded a bit like German, but Wang Zhong wasn't sure.
Lyudmila whispered, "Prospero!"
At this time, Wang Zhong saw a crack in the ceiling, and he had a bold idea.
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Just now I could only see the first floor across the street with my own eyes, but after switching perspectives, I can see the second and third floors even the roof. Could it be...
He decided to give it a try., and he had just had a little drink with some friends.Could it be that you got drunk and were dragged to a script killing store by your friendsThen, this beautiful girl happened to meet him and they...