Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 185 - 172: Strange Tunnel

Chapter 185: Chapter 172: Strange Tunnel

Unfortunately, there were no tools at hand, unable to deal with the thick layer of rock on the ceiling.

He examined the recorder again and found it had only a few simple buttons, one of which was the power switch.

Another button was to switch channels.

Wang Hao pressed it and switched to another channel.

A serious, rigid voice came through the channel: "Number 07011110, we’ve noticed that you’ve been lingering in the tunnel for 5 minutes."

"Do not randomly switch channels or slack off, complete this mission, and you will have ample time for rest and entertainment."

"Continue moving forward. Complete the task and claim your reward."

"Do not linger excessively, just walk on the main road. Do not, out of curiosity, crawl into any strange openings. You might get stuck inside and be unable to get out."

Number 07011110, is that referring to me?

Wang Hao touched his clothes and indeed found a badge on his chest with a series of numbers: [Employee Number: 07011110].

Alright, it really is me.

He took a few steps forward, the "tap, tap" echo sounded uncomfortably loud.

The tension of claustrophobia,

was coming on.

A one-time copy, daring not to recklessly seek death.

Wang Hao called out to the radio, "Hey, can you hear me? What is this place?"

The voice from the radio said, "If you have any questions, just speak directly."

"I just... seemed to have lost my memory," Wang Hao said, "What happened? Why am I here?"

The radio was silent for a moment before responding, "You signed a labor contract with our company, to deliver a package to a designated location at the bottom of the mine."

"At the very bottom of this tunnel, our miners need a certain amount of survival resources."

"Follow our commands, deliver the package, and then collect your payment, understand?"

"Almost remembered... So, what’s inside this package?"

Wang Hao felt the large package on his back, plump and warm to the touch.

Something was pulsating inside, like a beating heart "thump, thump."

"It contains survival supplies needed by the miners. To ensure they remain fresh, please do not rashly open it. Otherwise, you will have to pay a considerable amount of compensation. This is signed in the contract."

"Remembered, deliver it to the destination, follow our commands, complete the task, return to the surface, and collect your payment."

The radio emitted a "shushing" noise of static.

Due to unknown reasons, the communication signal seemed to be temporarily interrupted.

Wang Hao swallowed hard, finding it hard to discern.

He pressed the button and switched the radio channel again.

From the radio, heavy breathing and footstep sounds came through, along with the faint sound of dripping water.

Channel 3.

"Hello? Hi."

"Hello!" A man’s voice came from the other side.

Wang Hao asked, "Who are you?"

"This goddamn place is pitch-black, they always damn make people deliver things, can’t the miners come up and collect the resources themselves!" an irate man ranted online, "I’m not carrying some monster, am I? It’s hot and moving, feels just like a piece of flesh."

"To throw it into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, damn it! What miners, what damn survival supplies, who believes these ghostly stories."

"Hey, hello, can you hear me?"

"Oh oh, heard it, heard it."

"That..."

The older brother impatiently said, "I’m your colleague, a senior, been doing this for many years!"

"Don’t ask why; I know you have a lot of questions, rookie, I don’t know what’s going on either. I’m just here to work like you. Delivering packages!"

"Follow their commands, nothing will happen, complete the task, get the money, I’ve done this many times now... it pays a lot, ten thousand per trip, half an hour if you’re fast, don’t ask why."

"Oh oh... Is this tunnel underground?"

Wang Hao wanted to ask more questions.

"It must be underground, who knows, maybe it’s under the sea? In the sky?" the irate older brother continued, "Don’t try to find out what’s in the backpack. The last person who asked why never appeared on this channel again."

"Could die, huh..." Wang Hao said, "Why not call the police?"

"Die? You’re confused, isn’t this just a courier job organized by the government? Moreover, there’s no evidence, maybe those who opened the backpacks just got fired."

"You think, why so much? Money is not that easy to make! Don’t ask, just fucking deliver it to the destination and then collect your ten thousand."

His voice dropped slightly: "Times are so tough now, with a mortgage to pay, parents to support, and kids to raise, not a penny can be spared. What if you get sick, isn’t that all over? Ten thousand for half an hour, if you don’t do it, plenty of others will."

"Let’s leave it at that, this road is damn hard to navigate, almost tripped."

"There’s a steep slope ahead, not easy to walk, talk later... Right, don’t fucking believe those messy texts, and don’t crawl into any holes."

Only the "shushing" noise of static came from the recorder.

Wang Hao swallowed, thought for a long time.

And pressed the button, switching the channel again.

The fourth channel, as well as several subsequent channels, seemed to have no one on the line.

There was a faint static noise.

Rustle...

Rustle...

It seemed like someone was laughing.

Hee hee.

Hee.

This high-energy start left him a bit baffled.

Without any main tasks, Wang Hao could only move forward in the darkness, illuminating his path with a miner’s lamp on his head.

He then kept fiddling with the radio in his hand, only three channels allowed for normal communication.

On the first channel, the "Writer" was being sentimental, talking at length about his own failed stories.

But this guy seemed a bit off, occasionally saying bizarre things.

"Sometimes, I have no choice... I’m not omnipotent, my power is very limited..."

"Ordinary people actually can’t find this channel."

"If you can hear this voice, it means you have a big problem... (*loud static) (Hee hee laughter)."

The second channel appeared to be his commander, often instructing him to check the integrity of the package and to stay on the main road, avoiding certain side paths.

As for the third channel, an irritable old guy who seemed to have the same role as a courier.

But the authenticity of everyone could not be discerned.

Before long, he saw four lines of bright red text on the tunnel wall.

[I’m trapped here! Run! Run in the opposite direction!]

[Move forward, and you won’t know what will happen, will you?]

[From here on, please take the side path, don’t (crossed out)]

[Liars, they’re all liars! (scattered text)]

[Puppet*** (serious text, last few words crossed out).]

These lines seemed to be written in blood, the dark red pigment rolling down the walls like wriggling tadpoles, exuding a menacing and terrifying aura.

Wang Hao hesitated for a moment, then touched the text with his finger.

[A cold sensation.]

[The paint had dried a long time ago.]

He turned on the radio again.

On Channel 1, the Writer (intermittently): "Dong dong dong (sound of knocking from outside)"

"Who... who are you? What do you want? Delivering a package? What... what is this! Fuck, what is this?! A package! Inside it’s... (voice rises, terrified)"

"Help~ Ga!! (*screaming)"

"Hee hee (rustling static)."

Wang Hao was utterly puzzled, what... what was happening?

The Writer had died...

Killed by a package?

He felt the package he was carrying on his back, the wrapper was intact, and whatever was inside still throbbed, giving off a warm sensation.

"What does this mean..."

He switched the radio channel to Channel 2.

The stern voice spoke again: "We’ve observed that your mood seems unstable, and you’ve lingered in one place for a while. You might have encountered something in the tunnel, leading to some doubts, we can understand that."

"Such a dark environment can amplify human irrational thoughts, creating some kind of hysteria."

"You can wash your face with the water bottle you carry."

Wang Hao washed his face.

[You feel a cool sensation.]

The radio continued: "You need to complete your work, if you have any questions you can ask, I will provide answers within my authority."

"But ultimately, you still have to complete your own task and deliver the package you carry to the destination."

"What does that Writer channel mean?" Wang Hao took a deep breath and asked.

The radio replied: "Tunnels occasionally receive broadcast signals set up by others, it’s quite normal. This place has a special magnetic field."

"That channel won’t cause any harm, he’s just trying to scare people. You can ignore him, or just listen casually to relax a bit. But in most cases, he’s just trying to scare people."

Wang Hao switched the channel back to 1.

Writer: "See, this is the power of emotional manipulation! (Hee hee sound* seems like a proud laugh)"

"But, as you know, I’m just a puppet (sharp *static)"

Wang Hao remained silent, so... what he had just heard was just to scare people?

He switched the channel back to Channel 2: "What does the voice of the other courier mean? Why haven’t I seen him?"

The rigid voice said: "There are many tunnels distributed around the world. Due to massive demand for resources by mining, you are not alone, and the tunnels are crowded, so generally, you guys won’t meet. You’ll receive signals from experienced couriers who can soothe your mood."

"Of course, sometimes, their experiences might not be entirely accurate."

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