Jie Fangcheng was shocked and asked, "How did you know?"
After saying that, seeing that the man in front of him was about to start explaining, Jie Fangcheng had a headache on his face: "Forget it... Are you sure of this conclusion?"
"Guessed." said Zhang Daoan.
Just as Xie Fangcheng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Zhang Daoan said, "About 70%."
Xie Fangcheng: “…”
Jie Fangcheng's expression gradually became painful, but he didn't seem very surprised.
This game has existed for more than fifty years, and it seems to be built on the power of the Book of Life and Death. In other words, the Book of Life and Death has disappeared for at least fifty years.
More than fifty years may not seem like a long time, but the Book of Life and Death disappeared for such a long time and no one noticed. This thing is not some underworld travel magazine that is distributed everywhere like flyers. Even if the underworld is really a tourist area, then this thing is at least a famous tourist attraction. A famous tourist attraction has been dug up and no one has discovered it. There must be something fishy here.
The person who stole the Book of Life and Death must be someone who knows the underworld very well. Jie Fangcheng also knows that this situation is likely to involve an insider.
He, the former manager of the underworld, only guessed that the person who stole the Book of Life and Death might be from the underworld, but this kid, who obviously didn't understand the organizational structure of the underworld before, directly guessed that the thief had been to the underworld two years ago.
Jie Fangcheng looked at him suspiciously.
Zhang Daoan smiled slightly, as if he knew what he was thinking. "I don't really know what hell looks like, but I think it shouldn't be the kind of hell that people generally think of. It's likely that your technology isn't too far behind the modern world. Because... Manager Xie, you're very familiar with computer operations, and computers are a product that only appeared after technology has developed to a certain level. You've only cleared a dungeon once, so I don't know what the last dungeon was, but I guess it didn't involve computers because you're not particularly proficient in using software."
"So I think you have just returned to the real world... No, it's more likely that you were pulled into this game before you returned to the real world. If you have lived in the real world, mobile phones, the Internet, and some modern devices will leave traces of use on you. Mr. Jie, there is no trace of modern society on you. Therefore, by observing you, I can roughly guess the current situation in the underworld."
After that, Zhang Daoan paused and guessed, "'Finance Manager'... Is corporate management also popular in the underworld now? Is there also 007? You are on a business trip to this game... No, it seems that you, Manager Jie, are very negative, as if you were forced to work overtime during your vacation. And it's already the second copy, and there are no colleagues from the company. You can't contact the underworld now?"
Xie Fangcheng: “…”
Zhang Daoan looked at his expression and raised his hands: "Manager Xie, since you can tell whether what I said is true, you should also be able to tell that I have no ill intentions, right?"
Xie Fangcheng was very honest: "If you had any ill intentions, you would have been accompanying Director Wei by now."
Zhang Daoan still smiled gently: "I just want to seek cooperation."
"Cooperation on what?"
"You want to reclaim the Book of Life and Death and destroy the game, right? I hope so."
Jie Fangcheng looked at him and said, "Aren't there many people in this game who hope to accumulate enough points to return to the real world? Don't you have this idea?"
"No."
"Why?" Jie Fangcheng was really confused.
It is very common for human beings to desire longevity and fear death. Very few people can calmly accept the fact that they are dead.
Although Jie Fangcheng has seen many separations and deaths, he is not an arrogant person. He will not take it for granted that all dead souls should accept death calmly. It is normal for humans to have the instinct to struggle for survival. The closer people are to the underworld, the more they understand the preciousness and importance of life.
Of course... Mainly, the judgment and delivery of the dead souls were not his responsibility.
Zhang Daoan said calmly: "Life is valuable only when it has an end. A story without an ending is like a journey without an end. Both will become boring."
Jie Fangcheng looked at him in surprise.
This person's words... actually came from the heart
Is this the enlightenment of the professor who taught Marx in the Buddhist Academy? The unity of Buddhist thought and philosophical thought
Who on earth is this person
Jie Fangcheng was confused.
Zhang Daoan spread his hands very frankly: "My only goal is to destroy the game. We have the same goal, so there should be a possibility of cooperation, right?"
Although this is true, but...
Xie Fangcheng raised his hand and asked, "I have a question."
"What?"
"Why are you looking for me to cooperate? With your brain, it shouldn't be difficult to clear the dungeon, right?"
"It's not difficult, but Manager Jie, in this game, you're the only one I can trust." After saying that, Zhang Daoan thought of something and added in a low voice with a smile, "And there's one thing I really didn't lie to you about."
"What?"
Zhang Daoan said: "I am really weak."
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It’s not known whether they are weak or not, but when everyone was having lunch at noon, Yue Haiyang looked at the two people sitting at the same table and felt a little confused.
"Don't Brother Jie and Zhang An get along? Why are these two sitting together for dinner? ... And they seem to be chatting happily?"
In fact, he was not very happy. Before Jie Fangcheng said a few words, the person on the other side nodded in understanding.
"I have a rough idea of who stole the Book of Life and Death."
After going through a dungeon and coming face to face with the Book of Life and Death, Jie Fangcheng still had no idea what to do: "???"
What does this person do? Is he really just a teacher of Marxism
Zhang Daoan analyzed quickly: "The underworld has now introduced an automatic management system. The people who developed the system are the earliest batch of programmers who died suddenly. In order to ensure the normal operation of the system and not affect the normal reincarnation process, this group of programmers also began to work in the underworld after undergoing assessments. Because of their insufficient qualifications, they cannot touch the core parts of the underworld. They usually have loose work and a lot of free time. There are currently more than 40 people maintaining the entire operating system. I guess the one who stole the Book of Life and Death was one of these programmers, because the game program is very crude, and it seems that there are some technical means, but they haven't updated their own technology for a long time."
"It won't be the leaders. They are under too much attention and have little chance to tamper with the Book of Life and Death. It won't be the grassroots either. The Underworld has introduced this system for more than a hundred years, and there has been no promotion in more than a hundred years. This ability and mentality... don't seem like someone who can play this game, so it is most likely the middle management."
Zhang Daoan even quickly began to help him narrow down the scope of suspicion: "We still don't know what the purpose of this person making this game is, but I just learned that there is no such evil magic as devouring the souls of the dead to strengthen oneself. If it is not for physical needs, then it is likely that this game is made to meet his psychological needs. What psychological needs can such a game meet? Observing ordinary people struggling in the dungeon? No, I think it is more than that. This person died a hundred years ago, and the game was born fifty years later. For a human being, fifty years is a very long time. It took him such a long time to finally prepare and steal the Book of Life and Death without anyone noticing. He is a meticulous, patient, and... vain person."
"Because of this person, he has most likely entered the game in some capacity. Fifty years of preparation and planning is impossible just to be a spectator. As the creator and administrator of the game, what could be more interesting and satisfying to his vanity than to personally enter the game and step on everyone to get to the top?"
After saying that, Zhang Daoan handed the notebook filled with notes to Jie Fangcheng.
Jie Fangcheng looked down and was stunned for a moment.
Zhang Daoan analyzed this person's psychology and personality traits, but what he wrote on paper was "a middle-level manager, neatly dressed, rarely appears in public except during work hours (because he needs time to experience the game), not very successful (he has not given up making games for fifty years, which means his life is not very satisfying and fulfilling), average interpersonal relationships, and unable to obtain psychological satisfaction from normal interpersonal interactions"...
After writing more than ten items in total, Jie Fangcheng felt overwhelmed and looked up with a look of pain on his face.
He is really not familiar with these programmers, and after reading all this he still cannot pinpoint who they are.
But it was obvious that he would make a report when he returned.
But how is he going to report on this pile of stuff that he himself can't understand
Zhang Daoan looked at his expression, thought for a moment, and understood: "You are not from the same department, so you are not familiar with them?"
"right."
Jie Fangcheng's headache expression remained unchanged, and Zhang Daoan continued to nod: "So you can't pinpoint who it is after I say this, but if someone related to your underworld contacts you later, do you need to sort out the information and hand it in?"
Jie Fangcheng was already very familiar with his brain, but at this moment his expression was blank for a moment.
Zhang Daoan smiled and said, "After you pass the customs, I will make a detailed document for you, and you can just hand it in."
Jie Fangcheng's expression instantly stopped showing pain, and he quickly patted his shoulder: "Good brother!"
Zhang Daoan still just smiled.
When Yue Haiyang and his friends approached, they only heard Jie Fangcheng saying "good brother", and they all looked at each other in surprise.
Just at this moment, Xu Xiuxiu, who had been in the class all day, rushed over with a pale face.
Tong Xinxin waved at her immediately after seeing it.
Xu Xiuxiu sat down at the dining table, and Tong Xinxin asked, "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?"
Xu Xiuxiu smiled bitterly: "I know why that student committed suicide yesterday."
"Why?"
Xu Xiuxiu looked unhappy.
"These students don't really know each other and have no previous grudges against each other, but they...will compare themselves to others."
Everyone looked at each other.
Xu Xiuxiu always felt that it was too pitiful that these students were bullied by teachers. They were so well-behaved and obedient and should be treated well by the school.
But in the morning, Xu Xiuxiu followed the method taught by the teacher named Zhang An and gave everyone time for free discussion during the break. She hid by the wall in the corridor and eavesdropped.
Xu Xiuxiu had previously given these students their first time to discuss freely in class, and she listened. At that time, it sounded like the students were just introducing themselves.
When they introduced themselves to each other, they would also talk in detail about their last test scores and so on. Xu Xiuxiu felt very uncomfortable listening to this. She thought these students were really pitiful. They stayed in this broken school, and all they did was study. They had no personalities or interests or hobbies at all.
When introducing themselves, they can only talk about their test scores. It's so pitiful.
But this time, Xu Xiuxiu hid under the glass window and finally heard clearly what the people at the tables in front and behind the window were saying.
"Your test scores are so bad, why hasn't the teacher kicked you out yet?"
"Are you Liu Tongxi? The loser who only scored 84 points in the Chinese language test last time?"
These students have never had normal communication. They have only heard what the teacher NPCs say, and naturally, they can only imitate the words that the teacher NPCs would say.
—Compliment good students and insult poor students.
Students sitting in the back row are scolded every day, but they have better psychological qualities to survive.
It happened to be the average students who had never been scolded before. Suddenly, there were many voices around them accusing and scolding them. Some of them would vent their anger on the students in the back row, but there were some, like the student who committed suicide yesterday, who still had some conscience and kindness. After being scolded, they would not turn around and vent their anger on the students behind them with worse grades, so they could only choose to commit suicide by jumping off the building.
Xu Xiuxiu thought her behavior was good, but she didn't think about what these students could learn in such an environment.
"I don't know... I thought I was doing the right thing."
Tong Xinxin didn't know how to comfort her.
After all, these NPCs are just NPCs. They will be resurrected when the next copy is restarted, and it is difficult for any player to feel heartbroken about their death.
Xu Xiuxiu is still too soft-hearted.
but…
Tong Xinxin turned to look at Zhang An: "Teacher Zhang, did you expect this to happen?"
Everyone turned to look at him.
Zhang An nodded and then shook his head.
"I warned you, but you didn't listen."
really.
At that time, Zhang An told Jie Fangcheng not to treat students like that, otherwise something bad would happen.
However, the way this man spoke always made people feel both credible and suspicious, and no one believed him at that time.
Tong Xinxin frowned: "If you had explained it at that time, we would have believed it."
Zhang An looked at her: "Why should I explain?"
"You!" Tong Xinxin really had no good feelings towards him at all, and a blood thorn instantly formed in her hand.
Zhang An looked at Jie Fangcheng: "Teacher Jie, she wants to hit me."
Jie Fangcheng, who was watching the show on the side, touched his nose unnaturally and stepped out to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, you want to beat him to death? Ah? Not to kill him? If you don't plan to beat him to death, forget it."
Everyone looked at them sideways, and for a moment they couldn't tell whether the two had a good relationship or not.
Tong Xinxin held her breath and sat back in her seat.
Since the players had different attitudes and split into two groups, they no longer ate together in the restaurant.
In other words, since coming out of the library, except for Li Fangcheng and the others who were still gathered together, the other players seemed to have found some secret treasure to pass the level, and now they are basically eating their own food.
There was an empty space around the crowd. After Tong Shanshan took back the blood thorn, she quickly took out the information she had found and went to inform Xu Xiuxiu to let her know the clues they found in the morning.
After listening to this, Xu Xiuxiu hesitated for a moment.
"Then... shouldn't we tell those players not to trust the information they find too much?"
"No need to say." Tong Xinxin sneered, "Since these people are so confident, let them experience it themselves."
Xu Xiuxiu looked back.
Zhang An said calmly, "They won't believe it even if I tell them."
Tong Xinxin was stunned at first, but then quickly reacted.
Indeed, those players now have this attitude, and it is impossible to believe what they say.
It’s like… Even if Zhang An had explained the reason why he shouldn’t be so lenient with students before, people might not have believed him.
"But what should we do now? These students, we can't be nice to them, nor can we be mean to them. How can we pass this instance?"
Everyone fell into deep thought.
Jie Fangcheng was also deep in thought.
After thinking for a few seconds, he said simply: "Why don't I just fire all these teachers? There will be a large number of vacancies, and you can choose any student you want, right?"
"Ah?" Everyone was dumbfounded: "Is this okay?"
"Why not?" Xie Fangcheng was convinced. "These teachers are no good anyway. I can just chop them all off. This will save me some energy later."
It has to be cut down sooner or later, it doesn't matter whether it is cut down early or late.
Everyone was confused.
At this moment, Zhang An said, "Teacher Jie, maybe you don't have to do it."
"What?"
"These teachers may all die soon."
(End of this chapter)