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; while thinking hard
, her face became more and more wrinkled, like a dehydrated bun.
While she was thinking, the Descartes spirit floated around her, just like a dog circling around a bun. The dog and the bun were silent for several minutes. Both of them felt that the number "four" appeared too often.
It can'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 difficult 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--"
"It's okay."
The voice of the dungeon host, which had not been heard for a long time, suddenly sounded, startling both Dog and Baozi. After realizing it, Bohemia breathed a sigh of relief: when the dungeon host talked to her, the game was paused.
In this state, she doesn'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 game NPC next door, and even change the topic... Do you want to play another mini-game and win higher-level rights?"
Bohemia'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 how she was harmed.
I haven’t found anything that is beneficial to me.”
"You have eliminated the 'serial killer' as an uncertain factor in the prison situation. There is one less threat to life. Isn't this a benefit?" The copy host paused and said: "As for the damage, you need to do it yourself.
Completed.”
He seemed to be very warm-hearted and hoped that Bohemia would take action against Lin Sanjiu as soon as possible. He took the initiative to remind her: "...Actually, even if you can only 'see', you can still prescribe something to her now."
"Speak directly if you have something to say."
"I can't tell you 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!"
"If you participate in the mini-game, it won't delay 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."
In the words of the puppet master, Lin Sanjiu has a colander in her head shell, and I am afraid it will not be of much use if she adds one. But the advantage is that if she answers wrongly, according to the rules of the "final exam" game, then Lin Sanjiu will
After three drinks, you have to take off your 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 doesn't sound as complicated as 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 with the game, your skills and speed...are still the average level of an ordinary woman. To use an analogy,
, if someone is walking this way, you can't run as fast as usual."
"I understand, I understand, you said it."
After the copy host disappeared, she turned around and saw the Descartes spirit lying on the document, so blurry that it made people dizzy. Bohemia poked it twice with her consciousness, but it became surprisingly quiet.
After a while, he said quietly: "I am a replica, and I am also a replica. How come..."
"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, I will hide here.
, see who can find me."
"You are in a desperate situation." Descartes commented.
Bohemia turned a deaf ear. It was already dark now, and except for the employees on duty, everyone else had gone home; and the place where the employees on duty worked and rested was not in this building - except for the mysterious man who came up quietly.
Who else would be 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. She moved two chairs and 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, sharply and sharply piercing the night and penetrating the door panel. She was shocked, listened for a few seconds, and found that the phone ringing was exactly
Came from the warden's office.
The whole corridor echoed with the ringing of the phone, 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 returned to silence.
Who would call the office so late?
Bohemia was lying on the ground, staring closely at the crack in the door. The pale white corridor light lit up in a straight line under the door; if someone walked through here, the shadow would interrupt the light and fall from her eyes.
Move over...
"Hello."
She waved her hand, trying to get rid of the Cartesian spirit circling around her head. If there was a mosaic, she might miss the shadow.
"Hello!"
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 remained silent as if it was angry. Bohemia was too lazy to coax it and was about to lie down again when suddenly
He stared at the floor for a moment.
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 roll to the side and pounce again; as soon as she caught a glimpse of the shadow of the edge of the desk above her head, she retracted her limbs and let herself fall.
He hid himself tightly under his 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 place.
The moonlight that shines into the window casts a rectangular light on the floor. The bright part of the window shape is clearly connected with 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 just told her to want her to see - she took courage,
He quietly sat up and nodded a little from under his desk.
On the half oval shadow rising from the bottom of the window, a pair of eyes were staring fixedly 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.
Rolling, it seemed that there was no one in the room, so he continued to climb up slowly, gradually exposing his head, shoulders, and most of his body.
It was a man - but because of the backlight, Bohemia couldn't see clearly who it was.
He climbed up on a ladder, and 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.
Both feet landed silently.
Under the moonlight, the pair of slippers with thick rubber soles came closer to Bohemia's eyes step by step.
The Descartes spirit was still floating in the same place, and finally seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and let out a satisfied "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 pair of shoes getting closer and closer, she also curled up a little bit.
Damn - finally, the pair of shoes stopped on the edge of the desk.
There was a "pop" sound, and the man seemed to have lit up a small flashlight. The flashlight must have been very small, because the beam of light was very thin and could barely illuminate much of the place. It passed across the ground and towards the tabletop of the desk; and then
, there was a rustling sound above her head, it should be that the person was looking through Secretary Beef's things.
Bohemia recalled the appearance of this desk in her mind.
Under the wide desk, apart from the supporting surfaces on both sides, there was only a filing cabinet. On the outside of the desk, where she had just gotten in, there was a backboard that covered about half of the height;
At this time, she was huddled on the inside of the backboard, next to a filing cabinet that took up a lot of space.
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 she heard a "crash" behind her.
"Sand" sounded softly, and my heart suddenly dropped.
...She happened to bump into the file she had just stuffed under the table.
I’ve finished writing! I have to catch a flight tomorrow morning! I’ll do it again on the 20th... I’ve been flying a lot lately.
