The lively scene on the forum is still in the ascendant after two days. Many people who posted comments about each other have expressed their feelings, although this feeling is hatred...
What kind of person is most likely to develop a grudge against someone and turn it into a growing hatred? A narrow-minded person.
Therefore, before the open beta has started, many villains have already made appointments on the forum, preparing to compete to the death in the "killing game" mode. Of course, the premise is that they must first reach level 15 or above.
can enter this mode. And both sides must think that they are sure of victory before this contest can begin.
Villains are most afraid of losing face because their insides are really not good-looking.
If you lose, you are afraid of being embarrassed, but if you win, a villain will not save any face for others, so he is a villain.
If the villain doesn't lose simply, there will be various reasons, such as "You have played longer than me", "You are a higher level than me", "You have better equipment than me", and the most incisive two: "
"No feeling" and "No explanation".
It's easy to win over a gentleman, but to win over a villain, you have to be able to dismantle a Gundam with your bare hands, and find dozens of witnesses to testify. It's best to film the process. Then the villain will have no choice but to admit defeat and hold a grudge in his heart.
your whole life...
Feng Bujue didn't pay much attention to the game in the past two days. After two days of clear soup noodles and concentrating on typing, he finished writing this month's manuscript. In addition, Asas finally understood that the sand table is the toilet.
On Tuesday morning, Thriller Paradise was launched again, this time, it was a public beta version.
Feng Bujue didn't go online immediately. Obviously, the opening time of the server overlapped with his sleeping time. He finally adjusted his biological clock back. He didn't want to disrupt it anymore. After all, he started at twelve o'clock and went to bed at four o'clock in the morning, which could be saved.
a meal……
At 1:30 in the afternoon, Feng Bujue filled Asas's bowl with cat food, cleaned the sand table, and served the little ancestor before lying down in the play cabin.
A series of system prompts are not listed here. After arriving at the login space, Feng Bujue did not notice any obvious changes.
He clicked on the touch screen and looked at the friend list. The four names in it all had a gray offline status.
"Ah...I'm really free..." Feng Bujue laughed at himself in a lazy tone.
Nothing has been added to the operation interface. It just seems that the new interface is more complete and beautiful. In addition, the game instructions have become more complete. Last time Feng Bujue raised the question of "Which items will not be displayed when settling after taking out the script"
Questions can now also be found in the FAQ.
Seeing this, Feng Bujue thought of packing his luggage.
The current luggage capacity is 7/10, and the items included are: Mario's pipe wrench, Eye of Hatred, Western-style kitchen knife, baseball bat, M1911A1 pistol, Echo Armor, and a bag of garlic.
The anti-venom serum of the Z virus is a plot item that cannot be taken out of the script. In the previous script, on the way back to the gun shop from the Aleb Building, Feng Bujue threw away the serum in his bag. At that time, he and Xiao Tan
They have all been injected with serum, and the two GMs said they have passive skills that are enough to resist all viruses in low-level scripts, so those are useless.
His flashlight was lost and damaged when he was besieged by a group of zombies in the basketball gym. Fortunately, there was another one stored in the space, which could be used to replace it. As for the bag of garlic, Feng Bujue felt that he would not use it again, and
It was not a hard-to-get item, so I destroyed it in the game menu. The Winchester and the corresponding bullets were given to Xiaotan; the M1911A1 pistol was full of ammunition, but there was no spare ammunition. I threw it away.
Garlic, if you take out the flashlight from the storage space later, the luggage will still occupy seven slots.
After packing his bags, Feng Bujue turned around and wanted to go to the metal room next door to receive the extra reward for fear rating, but suddenly he heard the system prompt:
[Now, you can choose the area you want to go to]
After the voice prompt, on the edge of the elevator door, in the originally empty space, the optical flow formed by the data flow emerged, drawing a rectangular operating area. After the image went from blur to solid, five fist-sized buttons appeared there.
Feng Bujue's eyes were naturally attracted to the last button.
"Hey...what do you mean don't press this..." His expression was very subtle: "If you don't want people to press it, just don't create it...writing don't press it will make people want to press it..."
After hesitating for a few seconds, he couldn't bear it any longer. He reached out and pressed it. The light on the button came on for a second when it was pressed, and then... nothing happened.
Feng Bujue waited for thirty seconds and looked around, but there was still nothing unusual. He couldn't help but said: "What is this... is it a joke?"
"Hey hey hey... did you press it as expected?" Accompanying the words, a very obscene laughter suddenly came from behind Feng Bujue.
He turned around and looked around, and saw a person standing in the corner a few steps away from him, where it was empty just now.
This is a white man who looks to be in his twenties, dressed in a black suit, with a thin build, pale complexion, short hair, and a pair of glasses with a layer of white light covering the lenses. It must be said that although he has a wretched temperament, he is objective
Say, this man is very handsome.
"Hey...brother, how did you get in?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Hehe..." The man snapped his fingers, and the button that said "Don't press this" turned into a data stream and disappeared, "Isn't it just moving in a game space? It's very simple, hehehe...
..." He seemed to enjoy making a few evil laughs from his throat like this, and the laughter was extremely obscene.
"Are you... an NPC? Administrator?" Feng Bujue asked in confusion: "Wait... you can't be an NPC, I'm not in the script..." He paused: "Well... after the public beta, everyone
Will the login space be equipped with an AI similar to a little assistant? No! Shouldn’t that kind of NPC be a beauty with revealing clothes and a hot figure?”
"You think too much." The man smiled and said: "Hehehehe... Just think of me as the administrator, but I'm afraid you won't be able to ask for any information about me in the official website. They will probably tell you that I don't exist.
Such a person."
When Feng Bujue heard this, his expression changed slightly and he said in a serious tone: "Are you a derivative?"
"Hahahaha..." The man laughed and shook his head: "Haha... the derivatives, they are at least two dimensions lower than me." He pushed up his glasses and continued: "You can call me Woody,
W-O-O-D-Y…”
"Wait a minute." Feng Bujue said, "Who are you? What do you want from me? Is that button a prank on your part?"
"Hehe... that button was just a harmless joke." Woody replied: "I came to you because I have some questions to ask you."
"Let me clarify...are you asking me on behalf of Dream Company, or out of personal hobbies?" Feng Bujue always felt that there was something strange about the man in front of him.
This guy can appear in his own login space like this, and can also make adjustments to the environment. It is probably the administrator of Dream Company who has not escaped, but what he said is very problematic. What does "just treat me as the administrator" mean?
Okay", and "They are at least two dimensions lower than me", how on earth did you calculate that?
"I come from hell. Due to work needs, I have to confirm some issues with you." Woody's glasses were always glowing with white light, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.
"You administrators are all in the late stage of secondary disease..." Feng Bujue immediately thought of Pan Feng and Hua Xiong.
"As a mentally ill person, are you still talking to me about chuunibyou?" Woody replied.
Feng Bujue thought to himself: Sure enough... the game company has already known about it, that's right... Anyway, all the scripts so far have a fright value of 0 and have been listed as abnormal data by the system.
So...this guy's job is to deal with players suspected of cheating?
"Hehe... you can think so," Woody said with a sly smile.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue was stunned: "What?" He thought in his mind: Impossible? Does he know what I am thinking?
Woody didn't answer, just laughed a few times and walked over: "Hey hey hey... First of all, I want to ask, do you believe in Christianity?"
Feng Bujue also knew something about mind-reading and other charlatanism, so he didn't delve into what Woody just said, just thinking that the other party was playing a trick. When he heard Woody's question, he replied: "I believe in science more.
"Hey...brother, what's going on? Is it a torture show? Is the system filming it?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I don't need you to tell me about the images, sounds, etc. that already exist in my memory. I digested them a minute ago." Woody said, "I just need to confirm this."
Feng Bujue squinted at Woody, took two steps back, and said, "This...Brother Woody, where did you just say you were from..."
"Where I come from, that's where you will go, hehehe..." Woody still smiled obscenely: "Okay, I'm leaving. I think you will be very angry when we meet again, but in life
That’s it, anger is better than despair, right?”
"Wait, you..." Feng Bujue was confused by him. This guy was simply baffled.
"Mortal, you are excellent and interesting. You are a suitable candidate. I am going to place a bet on you...well...just press Judas' bag of gold coins. This is a big deal. Hehehehe...don't let it go."
I'm disappointed." Woody shrugged and smiled, turned around, and walked into the mirror wall of the elevator.
After Woody entered the mirror, his figure suddenly distorted, and his figure turned into a black shadow in an instant. Its image is difficult to describe in words. If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then the shadow instantly
It has broken in through the window and directly tore apart people's spiritual world.
At this moment, Feng Bujue felt an emotion that shouldn't exist - fear.
This feeling that he could no longer arouse physically was clearly emerging at this moment like a branding iron on his heart. There was no doubt that this was fear, and it was a terrifying experience that was unforgettable and would never be erased.
Staring at the invisible and sourceless shadow, it's as if your soul is firmly held by a heavenly devil's hand, and will be pulled out of your body at any time and turn into nothing.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Bujue came back to his senses. He was so shocked that he instinctively looked at the time on the wall. It was only a few dozen seconds since he last looked away. He could not calm down.
I asked myself: What was everything just now? Reality or hallucination? Could it be that... the shadow in my brain has spread, causing new symptoms to appear?
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