The fat man was stunned when he heard this.

What does it mean if the copy is less than one hundred meters in range?

Anyone who ran over 81,000 meters when he was in school knew that 100 meters was not far. If he ran faster, he could run over 100 meters in dozens of seconds.

But now the special item of 007 suggests that the range of this copy is less than one hundred meters?

It shouldn't be.

What the hell are they in?

A voice of 007 came from the microphone: "We can't leave the room, so the copy range is likely to be the room we are in, which means that our range of actions is only this little before the copy ends... But since we have all seen that weird woman, it means that our current location should be in the same area and not far away."

The fat man looked outside through the door while listening.

At least from here, the outside world is vast.

The bookstore is located on a street, opposite to it is a collapsed Western-style two-story building. Not only does the building opposite collapse, but the buildings that can be seen within the fat man's sight have basically been damaged.

Only the grass that emerges from the soil grows very vigorously, and the sheep should like this place very much; it can be seen that no one has lived in this place for many years.

The only person they have met is the weird woman who keeps repeating the same thing.

"After that..." The fat man realized something and turned his eyes to the light above his head. He held the microphone tightly, "Will power be supplied in such an environment where birds do not shit?"

007 on the opposite side was silent for a moment: "You also realized that this place is like a long-abandoned village, and theoretically it will not provide electricity."

The fat man withdrew his gaze to look at the electric lamp: "But the bookstores of the three of us all have electricity, so... are we in a more special place?"

007 also agreed with this idea: "By the way, can you open the book that the woman returned back?"

The fat man looked up at the three black leather books he placed on the table. There was no title on the cover: "The woman gave me three books with exactly the same cover. When I got the first book, I wanted to open it, but I couldn't open it."

Chu Changge also talked about these books when he talked to him before.

When the fat man was talking to Chu Changge just now, Chu Changge told the fat man that the woman had gone to his place four times, and at that time, there were already four such books on Chu Changge's side.

Of course, I can't open a single book, just like the fat man's situation.

And the same is obviously true on 007.

"The book I have can't be opened. This copy is indeed very strange. Although there have been no ghosts or monsters so far, and we are carrying it here, which seems to be quite safe and does not conform to the law of extremely dangerous special copy... I think the danger we have in this copy should come from that woman."

The wind roared across the street, and the fat man looked at the swaying grass outside: "I also think that woman is quite suspicious. By the way, can you contact the doctor?"

Gu Mian was the first to enter the dungeon and has not contacted them yet. The fat man was a little worried.

A voice of 007 came: "No, I can't contact him either. It seems that he is not like us. Maybe he can move freely?"

When he heard this fat man, he couldn't help but think about where Gu Mian was now.

At this moment, 007 suddenly spoke: "There must be clues in our room. I'll go to the bookshelf to look for them... I'll hang up first. If we keep talking, Chu Changge may not be able to call you."

The fat man nodded at the microphone: "Yes."

The opposite side then hung up the phone, and the fat man immediately turned his gaze to the bookshelf: "I have to find out if there are any clues here, and I have to read these books one by one. Who knows I haven't read a book for many years."

He stood up and walked towards the bookshelf while talking to himself.

The categories of books on bookshelf are completely different.

There are novels, biography, and a bunch of miscellaneous books that don’t know what it is.

The fat man pulled the book from the bookshelf with dark eyes and flipped it quickly. Before he could flip through it, the phone ring suddenly rang.

The fat man subconsciously glanced at whether the strange woman appeared at the door again before leaving to answer the phone.

On the phone, Chu Changge's voice came: "I found a few books about games, electronic games."

When the fat man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the bookshelf in front of him.

There seemed to be several books about games on his bookshelf, but no titles; some of these books talk about the rules of a certain game, some talk about the blood volume data, and some talk about the background of the game; he took a few glances and put them aside.

The fat man didn't expect Chu Changge to ask about these books.

He immediately asked, "I have it here too. Is there anything special about those books?"

The sound of page turning came from the phone.

The fat man heard Chu Chang turn a few pages before speaking: "I have compared the rules and data in these books. These books seem to be the content in the same game; there is also the background. Although I can't leave here, the background description in that book is very similar to the environment here."

The fat man had a strong ability to accept, and he immediately understood what Chu Changge meant: "Brother Chu, do you mean that we may be in a video game now?"

He heard Chu Changge on the opposite side say "hmm".

It shouldn't be!

"There is no need to stuff us into an electronic game. It can completely copy the background and mechanism of the game; bring players into the dungeon... and then bring players into the dungeon into a game. This is really a waste of time, unless..." The fat man's head, which he usually doesn't use very much, was really thinking quickly.

At this time, Chu Changge spoke gently: "I originally thought that a person who kept coming here to repeat the same thing might be because of time retracing, but the pendulum clock clearly shows that time has not retraceed, and we are in a game..."

"Think about it, where do you see someone repeating the same thing in a horror game?"

The fat man was stunned.

Where can I see someone repeating the same thing constantly?

Repeat the same thing...

Repeat the same thing?

In an instant, countless scenes of himself playing horror games flashed through his mind. It seemed that he had never seen anyone repeat the same thing. Please.

wrong!

The fat man suddenly remembered that he often repeated the same thing when he controlled the role himself!

Repeat the same thing in the same place!
Chapter completed!