I Became a God in a Horror Game: 220, rose factory (supplement)

No man's land.

The no-man's land players coming out of the exit gradually gather here.

Wearily and curiously, they looked up at the pure white area that once trapped them. The emptiness that could not be seen at a glance made these people who left feel lingering fear.

However, this originally deserted area is now full of all kinds of people who are eager to find.

They moved down the old TVs one by one, nervously charging and thumbing up, staring at the snowflake screen of the small TV, and when the screen went out, they took a deep breath, turned to the exit and shouted: " Wang Shun, the little TV over here is off!"

"There's another one here too!"

"Brother Wang, here are three!"

Wang Shun, who was standing at the door, was holding a thick virtual notebook, on which the writing pen almost drew invisible sparks of data.

After recording almost a hundred small TVs that went out, Wang Shun turned to look at the few members who were standing next to him, tore off the data on the notebook and handed them to them, with clear eyes, he asked: /

"According to my calculations, the promotion positions obtained by these small TVs rising from no man's land should be concentrated in the multi-player or single-player divisions, as well as the edge area of ​​the central hall. Go there and have a look. Is there a small TV of Bailiu in it?"

These people took the note, clicked the button, turned around and ran to the area Wang Shun told them.

At this time, the last batch of people who went to the district to see if there was a white willow on the small TV came back. They panted and shook hands with Wang Shun:

"Brother Wang, there are no white willows in these small TVs."

Disappointment that could not be concealed appeared on Wang Shun's face for a moment, but in the next second he returned to a calm posture, and waved his hand to let them sit down: "Normal, you should take a rest first, and get ready to go down." batch rotation."

In the whole scene, everyone's division of labor is orderly and clear, like a fast-moving assembly line.

The players who had just stepped out of the exit and returned to the no-man's land were almost stunned.

In front of a mountain of TVs that is so long that it makes people feel retiring, these ordinary players who move old TVs a little bit make them feel a kind of shock like witnessing a fool move a mountain.

This is how they were fished out of that desperate place.

——It was just to save a person named Bai Liu.

This person named Bai Liu got in touch with them and was trapped in this no-man's land.

But he himself did not give up, and those who saved him firmly believed that he would not give up—that's why this scene happened.

That's why those of them who have been trapped for a long time and are so desperate that they are about to give up struggling have the opportunity to wait until the day when they can see the sun again.

A kind of [I seem to be able to change reality] sense of power fills the hearts of these no man's land players whose hearts were originally empty.

They clenched their fists, and finally couldn't hold back their agitated emotions. They stepped forward and walked up to Wang Shun, who was obviously the director, and asked carefully and sincerely: "Excuse me, we can also join in the search. Is it Bai Liu's team?"

"We were saved because of him, and we want to do something for him."

Wang Shun turned around and made eye contact with Mu Ke who was standing by the side quietly watching the situation.

Muke stepped forward with a smile on his face, supported the backs of these people and pushed them in, and said to them sideways: "Of course it is possible, we just need you to help us... ..."

"...But we don't have any points, so I don't know how we can help..." Someone added in a low voice, shyly, "...except for the game clearance, it was you who mistakenly charged us when you scooped up the white willow ..."

The smile on Mu Ke's face deepened and softened: "How can it be regarded as a false charge, your appearance has increased the value of these points by a hundred times."

"You can leave the game alive and show up here to help Bai Liu. This is what we want to see most when we recharge these points."

"You can help them to like and favorite every little TV...it will help us a lot..."

Wang Shun heaved a sigh of relief seeing these players being led away by Mu Ke, and he looked back at Charles who was enjoying watching the show with relish: "You are just waiting for these surviving players from No Man's Land to come back at this moment—Member Our favorites are almost full, and if no one comes to help like and save, we need to increase the power of charging to continue to attract people.”

"That's right, they will come back, otherwise how would the Heavenly Freemasons come?" Charles raised his eyebrows and smiled back, he looked at the backs of these no-man's-land players, "People who have experienced major disasters They will have stronger sympathy and desire to help people with the same experience, which makes them more likely to be united.”

"Especially when they have just escaped from danger and learned that the people who rescued them are also trapped in a similar situation." A weak person becomes extremely combative—they will treat Bai Liu as part of their identity, and try their best to protect him.”

"Their feelings for Bai Liu should be stronger than for me, the person who paid to save them." After saying these words, Charles was not angry at all, but added with a smile:

"If the rescue is successful, they will relive the whole process of being saved on Bai Liu, and feel their sense of strength against fate, then Bai Liu will completely become their spiritual symbol."

"They will be Bailiu's most loyal members."

"You are using and manipulating their feelings." Wang Shun frowned uncomfortably.

Charles said indifferently: "——Through the way to rescue them, I believe that even if I tell them why I did this, they will not reject this way, and it will not affect their understanding of Bai Liu. feelings."

"They actively want to follow Bai Liu, this is their own choice."

Charles shrugged his shoulders: "Of course I think this is the best choice for them - at least Bai Liu will not let them die easily."

Wang Shun slumped his shoulders feebly.

He didn't like the way it was done, but Charles had a point.

——In this cruel game, this may be the best choice for these ordinary people who can still have kindness.

It's like Wang Shun's own choice - to follow Bai Liu.

In-game.

Holding up a pair of scissors, Bai Liu stepped onto the ribbon-cutting ceremony stage of the new factory.

Liu Jiayi in the audience applauded and couldn't help but secretly complained to Tang Er next to her: "Don't you think that Bai Liu is like a construction leader in this game, setting up a factory and talking all day long? ?”

"Isn't there something wrong with this horror game?"

"...He wants to clear the game." Tang Erda couldn't help but defend Bai Liu, "If everyone wants to clear the game, at least six factories need to be established."

Except for Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi who were whispering, the rest of the audience applauded vigorously, looking at Bai Liu in a suit and leather shoes with bright eyes.

They were all exorcists who had recovered from the rose water.

Bai Liu stood on the stage, adjusted the microphone with the key, looked up at the people below the stage, cleared his throat, and said in a calm voice:

"Golden autumn brings coolness and sweet osmanthus fragrance. When the sixth thorn factory was launched, we gathered in the hall to celebrate the fruits of our hard work..."

"Ah! What a joy to do this!"

Liu Jiayi: "Pfft!!"

Tang Erda: "..."

Liu Jiayi couldn't bear it anymore: "Bai Liu, can you change the speech! Where did he copy it lazily! He has said it six times, doesn't he feel embarrassed?!"

Bai Liu, who didn't feel embarrassed at all, was as immobile as a mountain, and continued to speak clearly the opening words he copied from his boss without changing the words:

"...Although we come from all corners of the country, but here, at this moment, we are family members who love each other..."

Liu Jiayi hugged and screamed: "Let him stop!"

Similarly, no man's land.

The exhausted members looked back at the "television mountain" beside them that had been overturned to the bottom, marveling that they had overturned so much, but turned around again In an instant, I fell into a deep powerlessness again-why there are so many.

Wang Shun remembered being dizzy, he couldn't remember how long he had been working, and almost fainted.

Finally, Wang Shun realized that he should take a break after being reminded by Charles. He found a member who was more sensitive to numbers to replace him.

Without Wang Shun, their work efficiency dropped step by step.

Muke controlled the whole situation with a tense expression, Mu Sicheng joined the rotation team, Charles stood on the staff, standing in front of the members of the King's Council who stayed here, he raised his hand and yawned ——Hearts took the Titans with them, and Charles had to put on an air to stay here, he was the easiest.

Mu Sicheng ran back and forth between the various sections of the small TV. His high movement speed allowed him to stand up to a rotating team by himself, allowing more people to join the team looking for Bailiu.

During the interval between rotations, Mu Sicheng drank a bottle of physical recovery potion with his back up, and sat on a small TV with his legs bent, panting for breath.

Muke suddenly sat next to him, and was also drinking the stamina recovery potion.

"Did you just want to give up on Bai Liu when he fell into no man's land?" Mu Ke's voice was a little cold, he didn't look at Mu Sicheng, but Mu Sicheng knew that he was talking to himself.

Mu Sicheng looked up and drank another bottle of stamina recovery potion, but he didn't deny it.

After a while of silence, Mu Sicheng spoke calmly: "I think Bai Liu, it's probably safer to stay in no man's land."

Mu Ke's voice became colder: "It's not necessary to put it so nicely about giving up."

After speaking, he stood up and was about to leave.

"Why, are you so sensitive to giving up?" Mu Sicheng squinted at Mu Ke's back, "Who did you give up on? Brother? Friend? Parent?"

When talking about [parents], Mu Ke's back paused for a moment, and he clenched the bottle of the stamina recovery potion tightly.

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "My suggestion to you is that you'd better reduce the emotion you project on Bai Liu, and don't think of him as your (parents) empathy object." .”

He stood up with his knees propped up, crumpled up the empty bottle of stamina recovery agent that he drank next to him, and threw it into the trash can in front of Mu Ke in this shooting posture.

Muke still stood there motionless.

Mu Sicheng put his eyes in his pocket and walked past him.

"This guy is too crazy to play, and everyone will target him if he stays outside. It is a thankless thing for you to be his son in such a hurry." Mu Sicheng sneered and said, "He For crazier brats."

Mu Ke lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, the empty bottle he was clenched tightly in his hand had already been twisted into a twisted mass of plastic by him.

During the few seconds of the stalemate between the two, a member ran back panting and sweating profusely. :

"I, I saw Bai Liu's small TV!"

The gazes of Mu Ke and Mu Sicheng suddenly moved away.