Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1068: See the friendly little game again
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The four arcs drawn with a blue ballpoint pen connected into a non-standard circle. The dim light under the door made the paper white, and the blue handwriting looked even brighter.
Behind every piece of prisoner file material, there is the same circle - Bohemia laid these documents flat on the ground and placed four bank statements under them; As she was thinking, her face became wrinkled and tight, like a dehydrated bun.
While she was thinking, the Cartesian spirit floated around her like a dog circling a bun. They were silent for several minutes. They both felt that the number "four" appeared too frequently and it couldn't be a coincidence: four prisoner files, four statements, four arcs...
What does it mean?
Bohemia fell to the ground with a bang, looking like she had given up.
"It would be great if I could present this problem I encountered to Lin Sanjiu," she began to wonder. "If she can't answer it, she will have to accept my punishment to save me from having to--"
"That's okay too."
The voice of the dungeon host, which had not been heard for a long time, suddenly rang out, startling both the dog and Baozi. After reacting, Bohemia breathed a sigh of relief: when the dungeon host talked to her, the game It was in a state of pause, and she didn't have to worry about the mysterious man in the building for the time being.
“Don’t forget, you have the ‘trading rights’ to communicate with another game.”
"But didn't you say that I can only take a look..."
"This is the case at this stage. But after the rights are upgraded, you can talk to, exchange with, and influence the progress of the next game NPC, and even change the title... You want to play another mini-game and win higher-level rights. ?"
Bohemian's hair was shaken and flew into a circle: "Don't - don't now - you are lying! I clearly chose the 'benefit yourself at the expense of others' mode. After I cleared the mini-game, I didn't see her. No matter how I was damaged, I didn’t find anything that was beneficial to me.”
"You have eliminated the uncertain factor 'serial killer' in the prison situation, and there is one less threat to life. Isn't this a benefit?" The copy host paused and said: "As for the loss, it is necessary You did it yourself."
He seemed to be very warm-hearted and hoped that Bohemia would take action against Lin Sanjiu as soon as possible, and proactively reminded her: "...Actually, even if you can only 'see', you have a way to prescribe her now. ”
"Speak directly if you have something to say."
"Can't say it directly." The superficial fairness must be maintained no matter what.
Bohemia waved her hands irritably, as if she wanted to wave away these annoying things like flies: "Let's not mention this for now! I still have to figure out this bunch of nonsense!"
"You can participate in the mini-game without delaying the plot progress of Prison Storm... After you clear the level this time, your upgraded trade rights will be enough for Lin Sanjiu to think about this difficult problem with you, I guarantee it."
To put it in the puppet master’s words, Lin Sanjiu’s head shell contained a colander, and I’m afraid it wouldn’t be of much use if she added one. But the advantage is that if she gets the answer wrong, according to the rules of the "final exam" game, Lin Sanjiu will have to take off her clothes and be punished... "Okay!" Bohemia agreed happily.
When the copy host spoke again, his tone was very happy, like a salesman who had just sold a household vacuum cleaner.
"The goal of the mini-game is: spend a night in this office building without being known to anyone or being seen by anyone. By daybreak, the third phase will be over."
It sounds less complicated than last time.
In addition to the original goal, which is to survive until dawn without being seen, it is quite simple.
"It should be noted that when you have no interaction with the game, your self-feeling and physical fitness are still about the same as usual. Once you interact, your skills and speed... are still at the average level of an ordinary woman. For example, if someone is walking this way, you can't run as fast as you normally would."
"I understand, I understand, you said it."
After the copy host disappeared, she turned around and saw Descartes lying on the document, so blurry that it made people dizzy. Bohemia poked it twice with consciousness, but it was surprisingly quiet for a while, and then said quietly: "I am a copy, and I am also a copy, why..."
"How can you compare with the puppet master's copy?" Bohemia said, turning the door lock lightly and bolting: "I won't go out tonight, just in Hiding here, let’s see who can find me.”
"You are in a desperate situation." Descartes commented.
Bohemia turned a deaf ear. It's already dark now, and except for the employees on duty, everyone else has gone home; and the place where the employees on duty work and rest is not in this building - except for the mysterious man who quietly came up, who else would Looking for her here? The target of the mysterious man is obviously her office, so she can just stay here.
Just in case, she gathered the documents into a pile and stuffed them under Secretary Beef's desk; moving two chairs away, she made a space on the floor, just right for her to take a nap.
"Why are you so relaxed?" Descartes disapproved.
As soon as Bohemia sat down on the ground, she heard a phone ringing outside the door. It pierced the night sharply and sharply, penetrating the door panel. She was shocked, listened for a few seconds, and found the phone. The ringtone came from the warden's office.
The phone ringing echoed throughout the corridor, like a disturbed lake. Bohemia held her breath and waited until the ringing of the phone that seemed to never end finally ended, and the office building fell silent again.
Who would call the office so late?
Bohemia lay on the ground, staring closely at the crack in the door. The pale white corridor light formed a straight line under the door; if someone walked by here, the shadow would interrupt the light and pass in front of her eyes...
"Hello."
She waved her hand, trying to get rid of the Descartes spirit circling around her head. If there is a mosaic, the shadow may be missed.
"Hey!"
Bohemia propped herself up on her elbows and sat up. "What are you doing!" She shouted in a low voice, "If you have something to say, just say it, are you bothered?"
The chaos became quiet. She thought the Descartes spirit wanted to tell her something, but she didn't expect that after waiting for two seconds, it became silent as if it was angry. Bohemia was too lazy to coax it, and was about to lie down again when she suddenly looked at the floor.
Her own shadow was cast on the floor - nothing surprising in itself. The moonlight must have come from the window behind her...and Descartes happened to be facing the window...
At that moment, the decisiveness that had saved Bohemia several times caused her to dwarf and roll to the side again and again; as soon as she caught a glimpse of the shadow of the edge of the desk above her head from the corner of her eye, she shrank back. Limbs, let yourself hide tightly under the desk——
After the three wooden boards of the desk covered her, Bohemia felt that the hairs on her hair were standing on end and her heart was beating fast. When she looked up, Descartes was still floating motionless in the same place. land.
The moonlight shining through the window casts a rectangular light on the floor. The bright part of the window shape is clearly separated from the surrounding darkness, horizontally and vertically...
Wait.
The lines at the bottom of this light, that is, the bottom of the window, are not straight at all - a semicircular arc-shaped black shadow is slowly rising from the bottom of the window.
Bohemia stared at the floor without blinking, watching the shadow rising little by little from the moonlight, and finally understood what Descartes wanted her to see when he called her just now - she encouraged Taking courage, he quietly sat up and poked his head out from under the desk.
On the half oval shadow rising from the bottom of the window, a pair of eyes were staring steadily at the room behind the glass. In the dimness, the man's eyes were still slightly glowing; at this time, the reflection of the two eyeballs rolled left and right, as if seeing no one in the room, he continued to climb up slowly, gradually revealing his head and shoulders. ~IndoMTL.com~ Most of the body.
It was a man - but because of the backlight, Bohemia couldn't see clearly who it was.
He climbed up on a ladder. After exposing half of his body, he raised his hand and pushed open the glass window - Secretary Beef obviously didn't think of locking the window. He turned over and sat on the window frame and climbed in, his feet landing silently.
Under the moonlight, the pair of slippers with thick rubber soles stepped closer to Bohemia's eyes.
The Descartes spirit was still floating in the same place, and finally seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and let out a contented "hum".
For the first time, Bohemia didn't even think about scolding it. She covered her mouth and nose tightly, wishing she could curl up into a ball; seeing the shoes getting closer and closer, she also curled up and leaned back a little bit - finally, the shoes stopped at the edge of the desk.
There was a "pop" sound, and the man seemed to light up a small flashlight. The flashlight must be very small, because the beam of light is so thin that it can barely illuminate much of the area. It passed across the ground and reached the desk; then, there was a rustling sound above her head. It must be that the person was looking through Secretary Beef's things.
Bohemia recalled the appearance of this desk in her mind.
Under the wide table, apart from the supporting surfaces on both sides, there is only a filing cabinet. On the outside of the desk, where she had just gotten in, there was a back panel that covered about half of the height; at this time, she was huddled inside the back panel, and it took up a lot of space around her. filing cabinet.
The sound of rummaging gradually became more urgent, probably because the man did not find anything valuable; the feet took another half step forward - Bohemia subconsciously shrank back again, but heard There was a soft sound of "sand" behind him, and his heart suddenly dropped.
... She happened to bump into the file she had just stuffed under the table.