After Lin Sanjiu sat on the edge of the small court and rested for more than ten minutes, the people who had disappeared into various classrooms appeared again, greeting and chatting as they filed into the small court - this time, small groups
They spread out, and the boundaries melted. Everyone stretched their necks to look at each other. No matter who the other person was, they always wanted to add a word or two at any time.
The primitive man found a basketball from nowhere, and discussed with Wenya, Wanvolt and others for a while how humans played basketball before the end of the world: What did the white line on the ground mean? They knew they had to shoot, but where should they stand?
"Well, it's not a competition," Wan Volt eagerly took the ball and said, "Isn't it better if there are no rules or other restrictions? We can play whatever we want."
The other people immediately exchanged glances; Wenya seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to know it well, and said with a smile: "Let's set some rules ourselves."
Even if they didn't say anything, Lin Sanjiu could tell what they meant. After a few hours, this group of ordinary people became incredibly vigilant about words; as soon as Wan Volt's words came out,
The other people immediately realized that it might be Message and became wary of it.
I'm afraid everyone is like her now. Whenever they hear a sentence, they immediately mentally analyze what kind of message it may contain, right?
Wan Volt himself seemed to be aware of the other people's thoughts. He let out a "scoff" with a displeased face, and listened to Wenya setting the rules with a grimace.
"I have observed something, and I think I want to tell you..." On the other side of the small court, Guan Nan said to several other people: "Although the scene changes every 30 minutes, the time moves forward continuously.
He left, did you notice it?"
"Ah?" Hina was surprised, "How do you know?"
"The hotel beach and other scenes at the beginning were all in the morning. When we arrived in the forest, it was afternoon." Guan Nan looked up at the sky and said, "Now you see, the sky is a little orange. I'm in Fanjia City
Even those who work day jobs have become accustomed to judging the time by looking at the sky, and they are the most sensitive to time."
It was true - even Lin Sanjiu had just realized this. She was not the only one who looked up to the horizon. She glanced at the sky and couldn't hold it back. She said "Ah".
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When she realized that everyone was looking towards her, Duckling immediately said: "Really, it looks like the sun is going to set now. So do we have to spend the next scene in the dark?"
"It won't be as dark as the third scene," Jiang Tian guessed what she meant. "In artificial places, there will be some lights."
"But once it gets dark, the murderer will have more opportunities to take action." Guan Nan frowned and asked: "Haina, you are definitely not the murderer. Have you not thought of any way to protect yourself?"
Hina's face turned a little pale and she murmured: "The murderer...can he really do it?"
"Henna!"
Wenya, who had been playing ball, suddenly turned around and called her: "Come here."
When Haina stood up, Guan Nan sighed and finally said: "You'd better think more about it. After all, it's not wrong to be careful."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duckling quietly stood up, walked a few steps to the side quietly, and came to Lin Sanjiu's side.
"I know," she whispered, looking at the concrete floor, "I know what the evidence is."
"Um?"
"The rules say that when you are on your home court, your credibility will be doubled...but the rules don't say how this doubling is manifested." Duckling gently scratched the tip of his nose, like this
As soon as she came, she covered her mouth with her hand. "In a normal scene, if the credibility is 0.5, it will display 0.5, but in the home field, 0.5 will not be directly displayed as 1... There will be a "
The parentheses, the one in the parentheses is 1. That’s right, after all, it’s only temporary, so it would be more concise to list it separately...”
Lin Sanjiu looked at her and smiled. "Why did you choose the school?"
"There were pre-apocalyptic movies played in the entertainment room. One of them told the story of a group of students. I couldn't forget it after watching it..." Duckling hugged his knees and sighed carefully. "I also hope there will be a movie.
You can learn all kinds of interesting knowledge and have a group of friends around you, so you don’t have to worry about survival..."
For ordinary people, it is indeed a dream that is almost out of reach.
But... if she could go back in time, and she could change her destiny and no longer enter the doomsday world, Lin Sanjiu would not choose to go back. The Lin Sanjiu who is willing to live stably in modern society has gone through magnificent changes at this moment, and will
Lin Sanjiu, whose life is connected with his friends, is no longer the same person.
"Now you also know that my home court has come and gone." She looked at the eiderdown and asked: "Aren't you afraid that I am the murderer? Aren't you very suspicious of me at the beginning?"
Duckling smiled in embarrassment. "Yes, there was a time when I felt uneasy about you...because what you said at that time was indeed a bit inexplicable."
Lin Sanjiu folded her arms and waited for her to continue.
"But when I was in the hotel, I was squatting behind the front desk looking for supplies, and I overheard the conversation between Hina and Luo Ab." She didn't know that the moment she emerged from behind the front desk, she happened to be surrounded by Lin.
Sanjiu saw it and continued: "What they said at that time really concerned me."
"What did you say?"
"Haina asked if they were the only two people who heard Dr. Chen's weird words. Luo Ab said that it seemed so, and he didn't know whether he should believe Dr. Chen's explanation."
Duckling scratched his gray robe and said: "I listened in silence for a long time, and finally understood. Doctor Chen seemed to have said something to the two of them, like 'use this copy to kill everyone else'. But
Dr. Chen later explained that he didn't mean to kill others himself, he meant the factory... But his explanation was obviously not enough to convince Haina and Haina. When the two of them ended the conversation, they were still half-convinced and had no conclusion.
"
Lin Sanjiu understood immediately. "Then you heard what Guan Nan said about Jiang Tian..."
"Yes," Duckling said with a short breath, "Dr. Chen, Jiang Tian and you, as far as I know, there are three people who have said very suspicious things and denied it afterwards. Once or twice, it doesn't matter.
A pattern has been formed after three times... I'm wondering, is it because this dungeon is playing with the trust between people? So Dr. Chen and Jiang Tian, who seemed more trustworthy, had some of their credibility cut off because of this.
Xindu, and you...we floated down the river together, and I trusted you very much at that time."
As an ordinary person who is constrained by daily life, it is indeed very rare to be able to think outside the box like this.
Lin Sanjiu breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought from the beginning that it was the copy that was causing trouble, but I felt at that time that you wouldn't believe it if I told you."
"After all, I'm just an ordinary person." Duckling whispered, causing Lin Sanjiu to look at her - this statement was quite interesting.
"It turns out that you accidentally discovered that at least three people were pushed by the copy to say some suspicious things..." She did not ask further, but just sighed and said: "No wonder among so many people, you seem to be the only one who still...
Well, how should I put it, you’re the only one who hasn’t been trapped yet.”
After thinking about it, she added: "There is also Jiang Tian. I don't know if she was trapped or if she saw through it but didn't say anything."
"Caught?" Duck Down was startled. "Caught by what?"
The young girl's thoughts were obviously racing very fast, and she suddenly frightened herself: "There have been so many scenes, and no one has done anything suspicious? Could it be that they have all become mouthpieces?"
"That's not a big deal." Lin Sanjiu frowned and said, "However, I'm afraid there will be some movement in the next round of scenes...I will naturally explain it then."
She was quite confident in her own judgment, but even she didn't expect that the change would come much earlier than she thought.
The ninth scene is a movie theater with a restaurant and bar. There are countless posters, wine glasses, leaflets and other things that can be used as media. There are even half-played movies in the screening room; as everyone enters, the sound of movie special effects echoes
In such a dark and spacious screening room, it is impossible to keep track of who said what and who did what.
The tenth scene is a museum - although there is only one piece of each exhibit, the souvenir shop is simply a paradise for media: most items have more than twelve pieces, and they are small and lightweight.
"The owner of this scene has good luck with media, but it's useless if he can't send a message." Muya reached out and scanned things like bookmarks, postcards, as if this was an adventure: "Mesaage
I know the most important features in my mind."
"Oh? Tell me about it?" Luo Ab replied in a funny tone.
"It doesn't matter." Muya shrugged and said, "We all know that Message is in the form of a proverb or a piece of truth, but its most important feature is that it has nothing to do with this copy. Get the Message to the copy
Speaking externally does not affect other people's understanding at all. Think about it, isn't this the case?"
Everyone fell silent after hearing this. They didn't speak for a few seconds, as if they were thinking carefully about their messages - no one refuted him.
"So, if anyone says anything to me that has nothing to do with the dungeon, I will immediately be on guard." Mu Ya sat down on the bench for tourists to rest proudly, crossed his legs, and said in a long voice: "No matter what it is,
——Well——, as long as it’s out of the topic of the copy, don’t even try to get into my head.”
"Then you may miss a lot of key information," Jiang Tian coolly reminded.
"So what? In the dungeon, there is no such thing as being overly cautious. After all, if I miss a little bit of information, I won't die. But if I trust other people's messages, the consequences will be dire." When Muya said this, he suddenly shook his head.
He sighed and said: "If we play the dungeon normally, I am confident that I will not lose, but now... who knows when the murderer will go crazy and kill us all?"
"The killer's target is the recording system," Wen Ya said coldly, "Why did I kill you?"
The two looked at each other - obviously they just had different guesses about the murderer, but sparks seemed to be flying in the air.
As before, everyone went through the tenth scene with caution. After the recording system was removed, whenever someone wanted to pick up any supplies, they would count them first to make sure that the total number was far less than twelve.
, will be put away; after Mu Ya’s words, everyone became more vigilant about Message, and during the conversation, the topic was restricted and narrowed to the current copy.
"The next scene is coming," Hina looked around and warned a little uneasily.
"By the way, we have to pay attention to the quantity," Jiang Tian said loudly, "After the doctor died, whether the scene was removed or not, we still don't..."
Her words gradually stopped.
Everyone spent a few seconds in dead silence, as if no one could believe what they saw.
"How, how is it possible?" Hina turned around - the crystal chandelier, the lobby reception area, the front desk, the restaurant in the distance - and she said incredulously: "We are back to the first hotel?"
Only ten scenes have passed in total... In other words, there are at least two people in the venue at this moment, who have become sounding boards.
