Chapter 353 Warning after the dead building game crashes
The smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger in the elevator car, which was covered with large amounts of mold. People in red clothes and trousers surrounded Han Fei in the center.
"What will happen if I don't go down?"
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor. As time went by, the body of the weirdo in red was like a branch injected with blood. Her blood vessels and hair were entangled, stretching the skin, and began to spread toward the elevator wall.
If he stayed any longer, he would probably be dead. Han Fei controlled the game character to walk out of the crowd.
After he left the elevator car, the silver-gray elevator door slowly closed, and through the gap in the elevator door he could see a group of people in red standing with their backs to him.
Soon the elevator door closed completely and the numbers on the display began to change rapidly.
Han Fei thought that the number would stop when it reached "1", but unexpectedly, the number on the display screen turned into a negative number, and the elevator went down to the minus 18th floor in one breath.
"Does this elevator go underground?"
After finally reaching the fourth floor, Han Fei didn't want to waste this opportunity. He ran directly to room 4044 and secretly observed the door.
Room 4044 in the game on the fourth floor is different from the deep world. The door god on the door panel is intact and the opponent's head has not been chopped off.
"I want to see what kind of face this door god has."
Han Fei memorized all the key points. He quietly came to the door of room 4044. When he was staring at the TV screen to watch the door god, the door god in the game suddenly blinked.
Its head seemed to move, but it didn't seem to move. Han Fei couldn't describe the strange feeling. He just felt a chill on his back.
Sitting back on the sofa, Han Fei looked at the screen again and finally realized something was wrong.
The door god in the Dead Tower game seemed to be looking at him, not at the game character controlled by Han Fei, but at Han Fei outside the screen through the TV screen.
"What kind of technology is this?" Han Fei didn't know if it was an easter egg or a trap. He tried to push the door of room 4044, and at the same time a dialogue appeared on the game screen.
"Would you like to help me send my head back?"
Without any prompting or warning, this conversation suddenly popped up, and there was obviously not even a single NPC around.
"Is the door god talking?" Han Fei clicked on the dialogue, and an even more bizarre scene appeared. Three options appeared behind the dialog box, but all three options were unwilling.
"Room 4044 is the closest place to Room 4444. Send my head back and I can help you end this never-ending nightmare."
"If you want to enter Room 4044, you must do one thing for me. No matter what choice you make, you will eventually come back here."
The dialogue in the dialog box keeps changing, but the options are still all unwilling, as if this is a fixed thing that cannot be changed.
"The evil you see must be evil, but does the goodwill you see must be goodwill? You are too close to the 'gods'. You should go behind the 'gods' and look at their backs, their
As glorious as their divinity is, their humanity is as filthy. Help me and I can tell you those unspeakable secrets."
Looking at the content in the dialog box, Han Fei was a little moved. Ineffable represents a special level in the deep world. There is something in the door god's words.
"The headless door god must really want to get his head back. When I come online next time, maybe I can use this to delay some time."
After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei didn't make a choice. He didn't like to take the path given by others. But if he didn't make a choice, the game would get stuck on this interface.
After trying again and again for a long time, Han Fei remembered the face of the door god and chose to force quit the game.
When he pressed the handle button, the game screen instantly turned black and all the patterns disappeared.
"What's going on? I've been playing for decades, but I've never encountered anything like this. Is there something wrong with the TV?" Zhuang Ren walked towards the TV with a surprised look on his face.
"Don't go there! I seem to have triggered something."
A few seconds later, a pair of bleeding eyes appeared on the dark TV screen. The eyes were looming, as if they were greatly restricted and could not get out of the TV.
The shallow bloodstains centered on the eyes and slowly split open in all directions. Thin blood streaks soon covered the TV screen, as if they were trying to tear something apart.
The scene in front of him reminded Han Fei of the scene when he was summoning souls. When he used the soul summoning ability, the system's property panel would be covered with bloodshot threads and then torn from the middle, like a ghost gate that had been forcibly broken open.
"It's so similar. How many secrets are hidden in this game?"
Han Fei no longer regards "Perfect Life" as an ordinary game. When it comes to the existence of the black box, this game is inextricably linked to reality. It blurs the boundaries between reality and virtuality and breaks the boundaries between human beings.
The barrier between the brain and the computer has mixed life and death together in a special way.
No one knows what secrets are hidden in the black box. Countless owners of it have never succeeded. Han Fei still has a long way to go before opening the black box, but just these things he encountered while moving forward have already
It was enough to subvert his cognition.
He had a premonition that he was slowly lifting the veil of the world and seeing a real world he had never seen before.
The TV screen was soon covered with bloodshot eyes. The scarlet eyes stared at Han Fei closely, and finally exploded. The blood mist turned into a sentence. This was the first warning. After the third warning, death might come.
The blood words quickly disappeared, and the dark game screen did not change again.
"Three warnings? When I try to tell others about the black box and the existence of the deep world, the black box in my mind will give me a similar warning. After three warnings to no avail, the black box will explode in my head and make me brain dead.
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Holding his cheek with his arm, Han Fei narrowed his eyes.
"The Dead Tower game was created by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical when he was young. The black box in my head was given to me by the brother of the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. When I got the black box, the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical had passed away for some time.
Is it possible that although the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical has passed away, he has attached his consciousness to the black box? Or is it possible that he is hiding in a certain layer of the black box? "
Han Fei was just guessing without any clear evidence. He just felt that it was difficult for him, a small comedian, to stand up to a behemoth like Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.
"The two Fu Sheng brothers were the previous owners of the black box. I have read the memory of the building manager, and they do exist. But Zhuang Ren said that he had never seen the brother of the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, and also said that the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical
I often say to myself, I am very curious about the relationship between the two brothers? One conquers the deep world, and the other explores the real world? One is in consciousness, and the other is in reality? "
Looking at the dark screen, Han Fei put down the game controller: "One of the two brothers can see the future, but is the future he sees really the future? Will the world develop in the direction he sees?
"
Han Fei didn't think that was the case. At least the fact that he opened both sides of the black box at the same time was something that neither Fu Sheng brother nor the Fu Sheng brothers should have thought of.
"It's better for me to walk my own path."
Unplugging the power, Han Fei forced a restart of the Dead Tower game. Everything that just happened seemed to be an illusion.
The game character reappeared in the Happy Community, surrounded by a warm and harmonious scene. Only the game protagonist was wearing clothes stained with blood.
"The game characters have changed!"
Han Fei did not operate anymore. He leaned on the sofa and stared at the game character silently. He felt that the Dead Tower mini-game was very similar to the manager task of the deep world.
After dying and starting over again and again, the memory of the game character may continue to be lost. If it were not controlled by someone, he would have forgotten everything and changed from a game character to an NPC in the game.
"Only when you are manipulated can you go further? This game was created by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. Does he want to tell me that it is easier to maintain oneself only by being a chess piece?"
Looking at the bloody clothes of the game character, Han Fei smiled indifferently: "From the time I was admitted to the Film and Television Academy until now, I have been a supporting actor for so many years. Now I have finally reached the center of the stage. How can I be at the mercy of this again?
Since the black box was given to me, it is mine."
"Han Fei, how about... go meet my family first?" Zhuang Ren felt that he had been ignored. This time he walked directly in front of the TV, blocking Han Fei's view: "As long as I can see my home from a distance
With one glance, let alone the dead house game, this house and my inheritance can be distributed to you."
Seeing Zhuang Ren's resolute attitude, Han Fei couldn't continue playing. Anyway, he had already got what he wanted.
"That's okay." Han Fei stood up, turned off the game, and put the controller into the black box next to it that stored video tapes and emotional therapy devices: "You can put the game in here as well. I'll move the box away later."
