This room is probably the smallest room in the entire underground space. It is simply a square cement shoe box. It has neither been modified nor decorated - only dozens of bright screens, large and small, high and low.
It hung down from the ceiling, forming a circle, surrounding the woman sitting in the center, dyeing her whole body with a silvery mist-like light.
She was originally a dark, shrinking, and silent person. But when she sat among the light of the screen, she looked as if something inside her body was lit up - or, usually she was more like a lost person.
She lost her soul, and now her soul is illuminated back along with the light from the screen.
Across a rotunda and many corridors, the chaos of noise, screams, roars, and howls was already like the lingering sound of a hazy sleep on a rainy night, vague and indistinct; it was precisely because of the occasional distant sound.
A little wave of background makes the room seem as quiet as death.
Lin Sanjiu gently pushed the door open, and the door hinge made a "squeak" sound. Yu Yuan followed her quietly and entered the house.
The woman sitting in the middle of a circle of screens was startled when she heard the sound. She turned her head quickly and met her eyes. As if her soul was in danger of being lost again, her face turned gray.
Hui; the two locked eyes, and no one said anything for a few seconds.
When Lin Sanjiu walked behind several screens, she opened her eyes and found that the other party's head was turned around, but her hands were still resting on the keyboard, as if she was facing an untimely customer. As long as she left,
She will get back to work immediately.
On the screen, there are all the game scenes in progress; the participants look worried and confused, and they are in different mountains and villages in the background. The sound has been turned off, and men and women are shouting and running silently on the screen.
Then, he fell to the ground in silence, and lost his life in the complete silence.
"You...what are you doing?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice. She couldn't tell whether this well-dressed woman was wearing protective clothing or not - she only felt chills in her lower abdomen, and even her footsteps could not stop her.
There is no energy left.
"Writing games," the woman replied in a more subtle voice, with a thick accent from somewhere.
She looked to be in her forties, and even though she had become an evolved person, it could not hide the hardships she had endured in the past; her face was gray and gloomy, and her eyes had long been worn out, like two dead fish eyes, messy.
There are strands of white hair in the rough hair.
"Why?" Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a long time before blurting out the first question that came to his mind.
This woman seemed to be unable to produce strong enough emotions to move the thick wood-like shell on her face. She said numbly: "This is my job."
Lin Sanjiu stared at her dumbfounded. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. The other party seemed to be afraid of her, but it wasn't very obvious. She seemed to want to go back to "work" early, but she was a little indifferent - an empty body.
Why is this shell-like person so obsessed with writing games?
"This is my job," the woman repeated.
"Are you confused about the situation?" She looked like she was not very bright-minded, and it was difficult for Lin Sanjiu not to consider this possibility. "You don't know that the evolvers on the screen who are trapped in your game are all real people.
? They are all living human lives, don’t you know?”
The woman looked at her blankly and said "ah" to show that she knew. It was as if she was asking, "Don't you know that red beans are red?"
There are people who enjoy writing games, Zhouxian is one of them; but at least when their own lives and safety are threatened, everyone else behaves normally and knows that self-protection is the most important thing - no one is in such a situation
At the critical moment, seize the moment and sneak back to continue completing the game.
"Then you -" Lin Sanjiu had no words to ask. She and the other party seemed to have the same language, but in fact they didn't; she felt that she might be able to understand a parrot better than this woman.
"This is my job," the other person said in a low voice. "I don't care about anything else. This is the rule."
After a pause, her mind seemed to slowly turn to her next sentence. "I don't want to lose this job, it's good."
Lin Sanjiu could feel goosebumps exploding on his skin.
"I won't leave even if you ask me to," the woman continued, "I haven't finished writing the game yet."
Lin Sanjiu raised her hand to push aside the screens in front of her, opening a path for herself. As soon as she made a move, the woman immediately got up from the ground in a panic, watching her retreat and hit the screen behind her.
Without stopping, he quickly got into the corner.
Ignoring what the woman was doing, Lin Sanjiu bent down and focused his gaze on the only white screen with text written on it.
...a very simple game, without complex and redundant rules, without strict constraints, it can hardly be called a game.
This woman doesn't look very smart, and the game she wrote really doesn't require any brainpower: anyone who falls into this game will get a pair of extremely sharp long scissors. All protection, props, abilities, and physical strength will be temporarily disabled, no matter what
Men, women, old and young all have the same physical strength; during the thirty days and nights that the game continues to run, they have to use long scissors to cut other people's body skin, and each cut is worth a point. They can't eat or drink, nor can they rest or sleep -
—Because there are more than ten people, all crowded into a room of less than 100 square meters, and everyone is coveting the opportunity to cut others open 24/7.
When Lin Sanjiu slowly straightened up, she asked softly: "...Did you write this with a template?"
"Yeah." When the woman answered, she found that the other party had moved to another corner.
"Show me your template."
This sentence seemed to fall on the ears of the deaf man, without arousing any reaction on her face. Lin Sanjiu shouted a few more times, but the woman showed the same insect-like silence, and just stood there with her head bowed.
No sound came out.
"Yu Yuan," Lin Sanjiu was no longer willing to waste another word on her, so she turned around and ordered: "Help me find the game template here - I want to take a look."
Yu Yuan walked into a circle of screens and bent down in front of the document. He quickly mastered the general operation of the heterogeneous system, and after a while, he pulled out another one for Lin Sanjiu.
A PPT-like document said: "Look, No. 6 should be the template she used."
Lin Sanjiu looked away from the dull woman and focused on the screen.
This template really couldn't be simpler.
"Gather 2-unlimited number of people in a limited space," it said on the PPT-like page, with only one sentence: "Let them all strive to do something that scores points. After thirty days, the score will reach_
Those with __ points or above can leave freely."
The two were silent for a while while looking at the document. Lin Sanjiu felt her stomach suddenly felt heavy and greasy, churning and making her feel sick; then, she looked at a few other templates - they were all simple.
, so simple that it can be called boring.
She watched three or four of them in total, and she didn't even spend five minutes.
Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyes, sighed, and whispered to Yu Yuan: "I really wanted to let them live."
Despite the fact that the woman was not smart, she reacted immediately when her life was about to end. As soon as she said these words, before Lin Sanjiu could turn around, she had already rushed towards the door without saying a word - she also
Not being agile and quiet enough, the sound of footsteps could not escape Lin Sanjiu's ears; when the latter turned around, he happened to see her rushing out of the door in a panic, her back flashing past the door.
Lin Sanjiu was not in a hurry.
With her speed, she can make the woman run for a while; besides, she is like someone who just vomited, always a little weak - not really physically, like from a deeper place
, waves of nausea and weakness.
She slowly opened the door and walked into the corridor outside, as if taking a walk.
The woman was panting and running away in front of her, but she couldn't think of calling out for help. Perhaps it was because she knew no one would come to save her. This quiet scene of escape was a bit like the evolutions on her screen.
or.
Lin Sanjiu just followed slowly like a ghost, her steps seemed light and slow; but no matter how the woman in front turned and ran away, she just couldn't get rid of her - the two of them went one after the other.
, forming a weird and quiet hunting.
When the woman threw herself into the small hall where the "straw" was, a figure jumped up. There was no one else in the hall at this time, and it seemed that they had all disappeared long ago - but it was obvious that no one chose
Get out of this underground space.
In the transparent pipe, the body that had been killed by the collision between the upper and lower plates remained in place, with its flesh and blood floating in the middle of the pipe in a blur, and large amounts of blood slowly flowing down the pipe wall.
As soon as the Trembling Lord saw Lin Sanjiu appearing with the woman, his expression suddenly changed.
"I'll take care of her," he shouted without turning his eyes towards the woman, "I don't believe it anymore, she can't strangle me to death with protective words! I've never heard of such a thing.
Pass!"
It would be really troublesome if he put on the protective letters again. Lin Sanjiu glanced at him, and for a moment it was difficult to determine whether he had put on the protective letters or not; but she was really too lazy to care about it now.
As the trembling Lord stopped in front of him, the woman who had never said a word from beginning to end suddenly seemed to have some motivation. She turned around and rushed towards the direction of the rooms of other game creators, never looking again.
