Lin Sanjiu quietly glanced at the time under the computer.
Nearly fifteen minutes had passed since she followed Zhou Xian into the house; as the "ninth game creator", it was almost time for her to say goodbye and go back to "write games" - but when she looked up, she found that she
I was stuck in place by a problem I hadn't considered before.
...The room door is closed.
She remembered that when Zhou Xian entered the house, he clearly did not turn around to close the door, and it was even less likely that she would have closed the door on her own initiative. Now that she thought about it carefully, it was probably because the door itself was not the double wooden door that she saw, so she left it alone.
If so, just slide up slowly by yourself.
It’s only now that she realizes this, and it’s too late to stomp her feet. Can she still ask Zhou Xian to open the door for her? As the ninth game creator, she can’t even open the door?
Fortunately, while Lin Sanjiu was thinking about what to do, Zhouxian didn't notice at all that she should go back. His attention was now fully focused on the game - although there were still two or three days before the game was finally completed.
, but he has already given it a name, "Do you remember?", and now he is thinking about what punishment should be given to the player who remembers it correctly.
That kind of focus and dedication is enough to be named outstanding employee of the month in any company.
"If you delay for a while longer, he will realize that you should have left long ago," Teacher Yi reminded.
Lin Sanjiu looked at the vague door behind the screen, and then at Zhou Xian - after thinking about it, she really didn't know how to get him to open the door for her without being suspected; after being beaten, Zhou Xian
Xian has taken precautions and wears protective words on her body all the time, even if she uses force to force her.
At least for now, she still had to pretend to be fascinated and bite the bullet and continue to stay.
"Or lightning strike? Will you die?" Zhouxian muttered, deleted the text on the screen, and looked at the cursor and hesitated. "If you can't die, it will have to be extremely uncomfortable... like that Russian dog...
"
What Russian dog?
Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, she realized that he was probably talking about "Pavlov's dog."
Could it be that through repeated punishments, he intends to make players feel physiological discomfort or even fear of recalling real historical experiences, thereby turning their memory into a piece of plasticine that can be rubbed?
While a feeling of discomfort rose from her stomach, an idea suddenly came to her.
Lin Sanjiu quickly pulled out the [Hongyan Family Letter], took out a pen, and said to Zhou Xian: "You are really experienced, let me make a note." Without waiting for the other party to respond, she began to write - "Yu Yuan
?Are you still with Poe?"
Zhouxian was flattered by her words and actions. He laughed loudly and became humble in a rare way: "Others have also written several good games. You can ask about them when the time comes and learn from their experience.
"
Maybe this is an opportunity to bring the conversation to the apartment game.
"Really? Is it as difficult as this?" Lin Sanjiu immediately asked deliberately, "What impressed you most?"
"Let me think about it..." Zhou Xian took his hand off the keyboard and his eyes wandered into the air.
Yu Yuan’s response appeared on [Hongyan Family Letter].
"While I'm still here, Edgar Allan Poe just told me that new arrivals are more likely to become victims, so that the remaining people can stay a few more days. Of course, he always wanted to distance himself from the relationship, saying repeatedly that he never
It’s a shame.” Yu Yuan’s text paused for a while and said: “I can now better control this corpse. After the activity started, the spots on the corpse have also lightened. Edgar Allan Poe should have completely believed that I am a living person.
, because he said this sentence twice, 'It turns out that the word "death" is not effective for us. He was showing his kindness to me, asking me if I had a boyfriend, and saying that he could take care of me a little bit."
What is this all about?
"Can you find an excuse to trick Edgar Allan Poe into coming to Zhouxian's place?" Lin Sanjiu wrote hurriedly before Zhouxian could say anything, "For example, shouting at him to get out... He wouldn't open the door. I
I can’t get out.”
Of course, she couldn't let Edgar Allan Poe notice her, and Yu Yuan couldn't let Zhou Xian find him - this was naturally within the scope of Data Body's consideration, and she didn't need to say anything more.
After almost finishing the last stroke in a hurry, Zhou Xian turned his head towards her.
"There is a robber game. Although the rules are simple and straightforward, if you keep following it, you will find that it is simple but also very exciting. That game constantly requires players to rob and kill. No matter who the target is, there is basically no breathing space and no one can win.
Everything counts as a loss, and in the end there are many people who are killed until they have a nervous breakdown... There are also sophisticated ones, and there is an elephant in the room..."
Yes, the person who wrote that game should be here too.
"Elephant? Who wrote that?" Lin Sanjiu resisted waves of substantial nausea and turned her gaze towards him. Yu Yuan's brief "I'll give it a try" was still the last sentence on the paper.
talk.
"It was originally a template, who rewrote it..." Zhou Xian couldn't remember the key part, "I can't remember clearly, anyway, it's not Edgar Allan Poe or Queen of the Night Star who often come out.
Jumping."
It's a template again.
"I prefer apartments," she said tentatively, "Has anyone written any apartment-type games?"
"No," Zhou Xian said without interest.
It seems that what he doesn't know means that he doesn't know anything - obviously he doesn't feel that he needs to think more about other people's affairs.
When Lin Sanjiu realized that his eyes were on the computer screen, she couldn't help but feel nervous; to her surprise, Zhouxian was silent for a while, wondering what he was thinking about.
...what's going on?
"Oh, it's been so long?" Just when she was full of doubts, Zhouxian's eyes swept over time for the second time, as if he had just recovered from some distant place. "Should you go back and start writing about you?
Your own game?”
"Oh, yes," Lin Sanjiu responded casually. Can she ask him to go to her room and have a look? The problem is, where did she get the room from? She didn't know where the female corpse lived.
"Well, let me see you off," Zhou Xian suddenly pushed away the chair and stood up, walking towards the screen. "There are often new people here, and I have seen a lot of them, but you, this little brother, are quite cool.
It’s to my liking.”
……What's the meaning?
Although her doubts were still there, Lin Sanjiu knew that it was suddenly no longer a problem for her to go out. When he turned around, she quickly left the words "Wait a moment" on the paper for Yu Yuan, and followed him in a few steps -
When Zhouxian opened the door for her and stood aside, Lin Sanjiu was about to take a step out of the door, but suddenly stopped.
She turned around and looked at Zhou Xian.
The latter's face was swollen with half of his face, and he was looking at her under his thick eyelids with blood stasis.
Lin Sanjiu looked at the corridor leading to the rotunda again. It was empty and there was no one, but she had a strong and almost uncomfortable feeling all over her body, as if there were several pairs of eyes blinking in the void.
Blinking at her.
"Let's go," Zhouxian waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, don't waste time."
Yu Yuan said that they would maintain a gap in numbers in order to extend their stay. Poe said that new arrivals are more likely to become victims. Zhou Xian said that there are often new arrivals here.
Even just putting these pieces of the puzzle together is enough to make people realize what these eight people are doing - not to mention, the sense of surveillance in the corridor outside is almost like a giant eyeball attached to the door.
Lin Sanjiu had goosebumps.
Taking the young girl's place, she is now the ninth person.
