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Yu Yuan stuffed the "Hongyan Family Letter" back into the corpse's trouser pocket and watched Edgar Allan Poe turn his eyes back to him.
...In the past few dozen seconds, something happened, but he couldn't figure out what happened for a while.
Lin Sanjiu wrote on the paper "I suspect there is something between them". As for what was between them, he waited for a while but nothing came - when he looked up again, he noticed it.
, Edgar Allan Poe seemed to have done something when he was just distracted to "read" [Hongyan Family Letter].
What did he do?
In the past few dozen seconds, Edgar Allan Poe had been quietly silent. He was just swiping the cursor across his big screen, seemingly lost in thought. The big screen was the terminal he used to program games. It seemed
It was like a projection cloth; because the game in his hand had just begun, only the first sentence was written on the big screen - "Venue: a convenience store outside a residential area."
"If you are not in a hurry to go back, we can chat for a while." Poe patted the female corpse's hand affectionately twice. Of course, he obviously did not think it was a female corpse. "Come on, let me decorate the room.
Recover for a while, let’s sit on the sofa and talk.”
"No need." Yu Yuan looked down at the hand that was photographed, and took it off the table where the drinks were placed. Poe had just restored his "working environment" when he was writing the game.
Some, but he couldn't see why - Poe didn't seem to be writing a game now, so why did he take out the writing terminal?
...is it a coincidence?
Poe did something secretly. At the same time, Lin Sanjiu couldn't continue writing halfway through her words. It has been a while now, but there is no news from her.
...It seems that his mission is not over yet.
Can this kind of person who needs his help in everything and finally sneaks into the new game launch conference really be able to help him get rid of his data body identity? It really feels unreliable.
When Yu Yuan thought of this expressionlessly, Edgar Allan Poe had already arranged the sofa again. His words seemed to be thrown out directly from the palm of his hand, and even Yu Yuan did not see their movements clearly; when the sofa came up,
After materializing, Poe immediately fell in, patted the place next to his thigh, and said with a smile: "Come, come, sit down and talk."
If you want to trick someone out, you have to let him take the lead.
Yu Yuan referred to the behavior of female humans when sending signals to male humans, raised his hand and pushed his hair behind his ears. Considering that he was not yet proficient in mastering the fine facial muscles, he did not try to smile, but just lowered his head slightly and said
: "You are so skilled at using words."
Edgar Allan Poe chuckled.
"You must have been here for a long time?"
"Seven or eight months," Poe crossed his legs, leaned back, and said, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me and I will teach you. Come, sit down."
Anyway, it's a corpse. If you don't mind, neither will I.
With this idea in mind, Yu Yuan sat down next to him, and Poe's arm rested on the back cushion behind him. "Are you familiar with Zhou Xian?" - Lin Sanjiu's words may have been to remind him of his relationship with Zhou Xian.
The relationship between Zhouxian.
"He? I'm not very familiar with him. Apart from occasionally sharing our games when we get together, I don't have much contact with him."
So what does Lin Sanjiu mean?
"How do you communicate about your games?" Yu Yuan asked. He did not forget to look at Edgar Allan Poe with intent eyes, as if the other person's mouth was "War and Peace". He took a little risk by asking this question.
Yes, but considering that the dead girl was a newcomer, maybe——
"Didn't you also communicate?" Poe frowned.
...Unexpectedly, he took a risk and hit the iron plate.
Yu Yuan blinked his eyes a few times, opened his mouth slightly, and tried his best to look surprised. "Ah? Do I have it? Oh, could it be that -"
"Yes," the lines between Poe's brows deepened a little, and he moved back a little, as if he suddenly wanted to look at him again. Yu Yuan recognized that this was the expression of human beings when they are suspicious, although the other person may still be suspicious for a moment.
Unexpectedly, the person I was talking to was a dead person. "Weren't you there that day? Everyone gathered in the round hall in the afternoon, and you also talked about the first game you wrote."
"Don't laugh at me," Yu Yuan lowered his head and let his long hair hang down, pretending to be embarrassed and said, "It was my first time that day, so I was very nervous. I thought it was a work report.
Things like that... When you talk about communication, I think it’s just when we are designing games, we usually chat and so on.”
Poe relaxed visibly and put his arms back together.
"So that's it," he laughed and said, "Normally, there's nothing to say. They won't tell you the truth. Actually, we have to arrange this kind of exchange gathering once a week. Why, on average, we go out every week
If you want to create a game, you need to share your game with everyone. This way, if we are unlucky and are sent out in the future, we can avoid the games written by each other."
"Generally speaking, who is responsible for making arrangements? Was the last time a fixed time?"
"Let's discuss it. It's been almost a week since someone mentioned it. Let's see when everyone is free that day..."
Yu Yuan was startled, and then suddenly sat up straight. He knew what Lin Sanjiu's unfinished sentence was - there was a contact method between them.
This is why Edgar Allan Poe took out the tools for writing games when he was clearly not writing games; he must have sent some message to others through it - just thinking about what is happening around him now is worth it.
Yu Yuan knew what he said and Lin Sanjiu's cover was exposed.
She didn't finish the second half of the sentence, probably because the situation didn't allow it. If someone cast a text on her that restricted her personal freedom, and then notified another person to deal with her...
He couldn't stay here any longer. Yu Yuan stood up and knocked away the hand that Poe had just reached for. Faced with his slightly surprised look, Yu Yuan thought of an excuse: "I suddenly remembered that I
There are still some problems in the second game, I have to go back and take a look."
Edgar Allan Poe was a little disappointed. He stretched out his hand to pull him, and said, "Are you anxious? How about I follow you and take a look?"
"Okay, let's leave now," Yu Yuan thought for a while and decided to temporarily hold him back and make him a prop to open the door for him. When Edgar Allan Poe heard that he agreed, he was happy, and the muscles on his face
Suddenly he was trembling and ready to fly. He jumped up and walked towards the door with Yu Yuan.
Yu Yuan deliberately took half a step back and let him open the door for him.
"What's the content of your second game?" Poe said as he walked out, "I'm not telling you, your first game was too soft. Although it's not impossible, it's just mediocre writing.
It’s something bland and meaningless.”
"Oh? Why is it too soft?" Yu Yuan responded subconsciously.
"The people who died in your apartment plot didn't really die after the game was over," Poe complained. "They just went crazy and acted out a scene. What happens after that?"
So what...this is not challenging."
If Yu Yuan would be shocked by the emotion of "surprise", he would probably fall down by now.
As a data body, he had to wait for a few seconds before slowly asking: "So you remember the game in my apartment. Where do you think it would be better to change it?"
...There are many apartments in this world, and it is not yet certain that this apartment is that apartment.
"Why don't you remember? When you newcomers first came here, the games you designed were generally relatively neither salty nor bland." Poe suggested, "I think you can change it into a survival game.
All the supplies that come in are invalid. Eight people go in, and only four people’s survival supplies are given to them. Disasters keep happening... Ah, by the way, for the role of the goddess, you can let her keep prophesying disasters. Let me tell you,
They like to attack the person who delivers the bad news first..."
Yu Yuan's hand was in his trouser pocket, holding the "Hongyan Family Letter" tightly.
The game creator who captured Ji Shanqing turned out to be this dead person?
