"Why aren't we bringing anyone from District 013?" Liao Xiaorong asked Xu Huo as they walked. They had already inspected most of the important places in the city on their first day. There was little point in searching more. For one thing, the city was vast, and combing through it would be an enormous undertaking. It would be impossible for one person to search it all in ten days—and even a hundred people might not manage it. For another, most places in the city were much the same. It was like a residential complex: from the first floor to the top, you'd find nothing but ordinary homes.
So they had no need to hurry. In Liao Xiaorong's eyes, the people from District 013 actually had a better chance of seeing "Midsummer Night Star River" than the Players did. After all, the game description mentioned a "near-death" state, which Players would probably find difficult to reach.
"Not much chance," Xu Huo said. So far, he was inclined to think this instance was tailored to each individual. Just like the state they had been in at the Seventeenth Hospital, what each person saw would differ according to their own experiences. The instance worked the same way. So even if someone found "Midsummer Night Star River," it would be hard for anyone else to learn from their experience.
It was like the people who had once made it back to Brown Skin City alive. If the experience of clearing the instance could be replicated, the secrets of "Midsummer Night Star River" wouldn't still be just a legend.
There was another point, too: the Ticket for Big-Small Eye Station had been handed over by the former Holy Sword Society. That meant there might be a clue about Dr. Wu here. If nothing had gone