Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1513: Milan Kundera in retrograde motion
Blue Shirt's name is "Zhou Xian", or he calls himself Zhou Xian.
If you walk straight along one of the nine corridors of the rotunda, you will find that the cement space gradually gives way to a bamboo forest; the winding path between the bamboo forests extends to a large house with blue tiles and white walls, passing through the door wall Pushing open the door, there is a gauze screen standing in front of it. Behind the screen is a desk, with its back facing the mahogany window.
From the outside, you would not expect that the space inside is quite small; it seems that the size of the room that the game creator can allocate is also random and luck-based.
"You can transform space by yourself. You can transform it into whatever you want. You already know this, right?" Zhou Xian walked around the screen and said.
Lin Sanjiu nodded and his eyes fell on the mahogany table - on this table, where brushes and rice paper should be placed, there was a computer. She pointed at it and asked: "That is..."
"Oh, yes, that's it." Zhou Xian obviously misunderstood her meaning and said: "I think typing on a computer is the most convenient, better than anything else. What is yours?"
...What?
Lin Sanjiu was stunned, and suddenly remembered the typewriter on the table of the Trembling Lord, and the piece of "paper" she fell out of on the typewriter, and understood. Zhouxian writes games on this computer? Co-authoring the facilities that everyone uses to write games can be chosen by themselves?
"I have paper and pen," she said vaguely, thinking that paper and pen are always good. "I've never used a computer before, I'm afraid I won't get used to it."
"Are you a post-apocalyptic person?"
"No, it's not..." She had to stumble deliberately from time to time when speaking, which was quite tiring.
"Then how can there be people who have never used a computer?" Zhouxian was half surprised, but half satisfied, "It seems that the world in your hometown is really not that good."
"Yes, I am quite poor and quite backward," Lin Sanjiu immediately climbed up the pole and said, "That's why I don't have as much knowledge as you."
Zhou Xian seemed to want to smile, but his face was swollen and deformed, so he reached out and patted her on the shoulder and said: "Don't bully young people into poverty, there will be a day when they will succeed! Look, you have entered the apocalyptic world. Can’t you even get healing tools?”
The so-called obedience - Lin Sanjiu is not a "human spirit" in the traditional sense, but at least he understands this. He quickly took out the healing tool written by Yu Yuan, handed it to him and said: "This is my temporary You're lucky, you got it by chance... give it a try and see how it goes."
"Since this is what you want, I won't refuse. It just so happens that I will need it when I go out." Zhou Xian didn't seem to hear the sentence "Give it a try" and put it into his pocket without any hesitation. Calling words to heal, I just asked in return: "Are you good at calling words? Have you set the method?"
The method of calling text can also be set? Lin Sanjiu muttered secretly. No wonder she observed several people and couldn't find out the methods and omens they used when calling words - it turns out that everyone is different and it is difficult to prevent them.
"Well, then I won't teach you." Seeing her nod, Zhou Xian pulled out his chair and sat down, pointing at the computer screen and said, "If you want to understand the situation, now is a good opportunity to follow me. I But without your luck, when I first came here, I really had to fumble my way through it on my own, with no one before me to set an example for me."
Lin Sanjiu expressed her gratitude and burst into tears. Then Zhou Xian flicked the mouse and woke up the computer screen. As soon as the screen turned on, the light reflected on his face, and the large bruises and bruises became more undulating and abrupt. He could only half-open one eye, he must be very uncomfortable——
"Why are you distracted? Have you read it?" Zhouxian suddenly urged, but he was a little more impatient than Lin Sanjiu. His eyes were shining, and he said: "Look at the game I wrote, don't Look at me."
...It seems that he is very proud of this game, and he can't hold back even if he has the opportunity to show it off to others.
Lin Sanjiu turned her head and was surprised when her eyes fell on the screen document. Sensing her genuine surprise, Zhou Xian nodded.
This was the first time she saw a written word game from the perspective of the game creator. On the originally white document in front of her, Zhou Xian had already written it line by line. Rationally speaking, she knew that what she saw with her naked eyes was indeed line by line of text; however, in her mind What he recognized was a completely different small world with scenery, sounds, shadows, and complete rules.
As if he was suddenly thrown into a three-dimensional movie, Lin Sanjiu stood in a daze. When he lowered his head, he saw the undulating dark blue sea under his feet, with snow-white foam rising every time the waves broke. The sky was filled with gloomy clouds, so low that they seemed to touch the waves.
She was standing on a floating board with the number 1 written on it. When she looked around, there were countless floating boards of the same size floating on the nearby sea; the floating boards formed several roads, and the beginning of each road. They are all left as a starting point for gamers. Countless floating boards are spread all the way to the point where the sea and the sky meet. As the waves rise and fall, there is no end in sight.
"Not bad, isn't it?" Zhouxian's voice sounded from close to him. Lin Sanjiu turned around and saw the same man with a bruised nose and swollen face, sitting on a mahogany chair, his eyes shining faintly. She turned back again and saw the document on the computer screen, and immediately returned to the sea under the clouds, which seemed to rise and fall with the waves.
It's as if the 3D environment has been switched back and forth.
"I put a lot of thought into it," Zhouxian said not fluently, it must have been because she hit him too hard. But he still insisted: "Let me tell you, when you start to create a game, you must first make a skeleton, that is, an outline..."
"How is this game played?" Lin Sanjiu interrupted him blankly.
No one likes to talk about themselves or their achievements - no matter how humble a person is, he will occasionally want to mention how humble he is. Zhou Xian immediately replied: "You will know after you continue watching for a while."
...This is really an amazing experience.
Her naked eyes were reading the text line by line, but as her eyes moved, the scene she recognized in her mind began to change. This was not a released game yet, so Lin Sanjiu was the only "test player"; the seawater in front of her suddenly broke, and something floated up in the uproar - she was about to step back half way. She stepped forward and held back in time, because she subconsciously thought that she was stepping on a floating board with only the sea behind her.
Zhou Xian let out a "chi" sound and made a half-smiling sound from his nose.
Lin Sanjiu did not turn around. Her eyes were fixed on a large screen that was raised, and she still had zero understanding of this game - she originally thought it was a physical game, where she had to jump from one floating board to the next, but why did this game just happen? On the big screen that rose up, a TV short drama was being played for her?
...It should be a short play, right?
In a small and dark room like a warehouse, a woman was sitting on the dusty floor with her waist half-curved. Next to her was an open box and a little girl with thin arms and legs. She looked no more than seven years old. At eight years old, they seem to be a mother and daughter. The mother was distracted and absent-minded, taking things out of the box one by one; if you look carefully, you will find that her eyelids are still red.
The little girl was completely unaware of her mother's emotions, and her energy was focused on the things she had never seen before. There were rusty broken candlesticks, a pile of old clothes, a pair of shoes... When the woman picked up an old-fashioned dressing box that looked finely crafted, she stopped, raised her red and swollen eyes, and said nothing to it. He looked at the ground for a while.
"Why do you want to mess with his children? That wound on the forehead..." She spoke in a hoarse voice, "This box was secretly left to me by my mother..."
The little girl had a tough temper. She straightened her back and said, "He provoked me first! He said I deserved to have no father because of you... Anyway, he provoked me."
The mother lowered her head and said nothing, but sighed again.
This short play without beginning or end ended here. The screen went black, leaving only Lin Sanjiu's reflection; the hazy look on the reflection's face was equally confused and clueless.
"Don't worry," Zhouxian's voice seemed a bit complacent, like a magician with a rabbit hidden in his pocket. "Just wait and look down."
Standing on the floating board with the number 1, Lin Sanjiu watched several short plays in a row. Each short play had no beginning and no end, and was weird: For example, in a village, every morning, every day, Every villager must go to the entrance of the village and perform a set of weird actions as if he is possessed by a ghost. She couldn't tell whether the villagers actively wanted to dance or were forced to dance, because everyone looked numb, as if this was just part of the routine of brushing teeth and eating in the morning. After dancing, they went home to farm, and they didn't even mention it. I won’t mention it.
When she finished watching four or five short plays in a row, the screen went dark, and then lit up again with the first short play - her mother was sitting in the warehouse, taking items out of the box one by one. stuff, looking at an old dresser box, talking to her daughter who is sitting next to her legs. Lin Sanjiu finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and asked, "What on earth is going on with this game?"
"Don't worry, you read it first."
Lin Sanjiu endured a faint anxiety - she didn't know why, each short drama aroused some kind of emotion in her heart, but she couldn't tell what it was - and continued watching. When the skit was played for the second time, a sentence appeared on the screen: "Is this the last image you saw? Do you have any questions about it?"
Teacher Yi immediately said: "No, yes."
Lin Sanjiu naturally knew what her doubts were, not to mention that the difference between the two short plays was actually very clear, and it was not an issue that was difficult for an evolutionist to detect - but she could feel it even without looking back. The gaze from Zhouxian beside him.
She felt that she needed to give Zhou Xian a stage to give a speech before she could continue to dig out information.
"No doubt, what's the doubt?" She pretended to be stupid and said, "Isn't it the same skit as before? This game... I really don't understand."
Zhou Xian leaned on the backrest and crossed his legs, just like an enlightened monk who was about to enlighten others.
"You are a person with really poor observation skills. However, if you are involved in this game, it may actually save your life." He said slowly, "If you go back and try again After watching it once, you will find that in the second video, the woman is missing a pair of shoes among the things she takes out of the box."
"Eh? Really?" Lin Sanjiu turned around and looked at him intently, which obviously made him happier.
"Next, each short play you just watched will be replayed to ask if you have any doubts whether they are the same play. The replayed short play will be slightly different from the first play. ." Zhou Xian said, "If you still remember the content of the skit you saw for the first time, then the game will detect it and then impose penalties regardless of whether you point out the difference or not."
Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but straighten her back. ~IndoMTL.com~It’s no use pretending? If this was a real game, then she couldn't escape the punishment just now?
"The goal of clearing the game is for players to train themselves so that they can forget what they have seen in a blink of an eye." Zhouxian frowned, knocked on the table and said: "When the adapted short play is played for the second time, Only those who truly believe that this is what short plays are, can move on to the next board. One skit, one board."
He sighed and said: "I still have several technical difficulties that have not been fully designed, so the game cannot be released yet. For example, what punishment should be implemented? It must be non-fatal. Only through punishment can they learn the lesson. In addition, how to prevent players from deliberately not paying attention when watching the short drama for the first time?"
As he spoke, Zhouxian's voice lowered, and he seemed to have begun to think.
"These short dramas have nothing to do with them personally. After watching them casually, it is normal not to remember the details... There is no way to force this, so it will not be difficult. Otherwise... I will change the short dramas into the players' lives. Experience replaying, right?"
Lin Sanjiu didn't understand why, but when she heard these words, her hair suddenly stood up.