Hearing Shang Jianyao's question, Jiang Baimian said "uh":
"I don't know that.
"He's still a little different from the one you used 'The Reasoning Clown' before.
"I felt it was a pleasant surprise that it was able to produce an effect and break the illusion just now."
Illusion interaction is more similar to a conscious artificial intelligence mechanism. What effect can be achieved, Shang Jianyao has no experience, and Jiang Baimian cannot reason.
"You don't need to make friends, it's enough to let him not target us." Long Yuehong couldn't help but say.
If Shang Jianyao became friends with such a powerful "high-level unintentional person", would it still be worth it? Wouldn't it be possible to walk sideways in Tarnan, bully whoever you want, and prank whoever you want
Wetting his pants in front of other members of the group just now left a certain psychological shadow on Long Yuehong.
"Hope it." Jiang Baimian looked around the dark night and the lights that dotted it, "Continue to be on duty."
When Shang Jianyao heard the words, he leaned on the jeep slightly disappointed.
Time passed by, and Bai Chen suddenly said:
"Look over there."
Jiang Baimian and others adhered to the preset plan and looked at the area monitored by Bai Chen with a "think twice before acting" attitude.
I don't know when there are more buildings that are not too high.
These buildings form what in the old world are called "communities", "communities" or "neighborhoods", surrounded by greenery.
At this time, the night made everything there seem less clear, and only the light from behind the glass windows can bring a feeling of peace and warmth.
"This, it should be an illusion, right?" Long Yuehong hesitantly said to himself.
"Except for hallucinations, no one can build such a community in just a few seconds." Jiang Baimian answered in the affirmative.
"There are still dreams." Shang Jianyao "helped" her to improve her speech.
They were all extremely sure that the community in front of them did not belong to Tarnan.
It just came out of nowhere.
"What did that 'high-level unintentional person' do to create an illusion that we can see through at a glance?" Jiang Baimian looked at the quiet and peaceful community and expressed his doubts.
Shang Jianyao nodded "thoughtfully":
"Say hello to us
"He thinks I'm already a friend?"
Jiang Baimian wanted to refute, but he swallowed the words again.
"It's possible." Bai Chen actually supported Shang Jianyao's statement.
After all, she has also seen the magic of the "reasoning clown".
"Then how should I respond?" Shang Jianyao was embarrassed.
"Let's wait and see what happens." Jiang Baimian decided to adopt a safe strategy.
As soon as she finished speaking, all the lights in that community went out at the same time.
No, there is still a light on, if the lonely boat on the vast lake.
It quietly bloomed with a yellowish light and became the most striking focus in the dark night.
"That 'high-level unintentional person' wants us to enter that room?" Jiang Baimian speculated about the meaning of this change.
She was referring to the room corresponding to the remaining lamp.
"Oh..." Shang Jianyao suddenly realized, "He wants to invite us to his house as a guest."
"Don't move." Jiang Baimian stopped Shang Jianyao's eagerness to move, "If you are influenced by such a simple hallucination and you step on a landmine, I will definitely write on your epitaph 'This person is a fool to die' ."
The "Old Tune Team" has a lot of mines and traps around, and in the illusion, the ghost knows whether there is any error in the direction and distance.
"I don't think he is malicious." Shang Jianyao said sincerely.
After he finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Long Yuehong.
"Go be a spy yourself!" Long Yuehong responded vigilantly.
"Okay!" Shang Jianyao seemed to be waiting for this answer, and was then pulled by Jiang Baimian.
And this kind of trick? Long Yuehong was a little dumbfounded.
At this moment, the community that was deep in the night enlarged in front of them, and the distance between them instantly shortened.
In just a few seconds, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and others were in the community, downstairs with the only lit lamp.
"It's so enthusiastic..." Shang Jianyao said with sincere admiration.
Saying that, he sighed:
"It's a pity that he wants to eat people, and he eats a lot of people, otherwise I can really make friends with him."
You still have a bottom line... Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart, and then reminded:
"Don't move, he will let us in, he will let us in, he will let us see what he should let us see."
"Well." Long Yuehong felt that this was exactly what he thought.
Jiang Baimian's remarks were quickly confirmed, and the four members of the "Old Tune Group" were directly "transferred" into the building.
During this process, they felt as if they were climbing stairs and taking the elevator.
It didn't take long for them to reach the top floor, the 11th floor.
There is only one family here, and the door is wide, long and vermilion red.
The window high in the aisle shone in a faint light, making the silhouettes stand out.
They are all human beings, male and female, old and young, dressed in different ways, but with an Old World style.
At this moment, they were crowding at the door, peering into the room from every crack like a lunatic.
"What are you doing?" Long Yuehong looked puzzled for a while.
"Is this a manifestation of the crazy instinct in the subconscious of the 'higher unintentional person'?" Jiang Baimian tried to explain from a psychological point of view.
Shang Jianyao shook his head and said sternly:
"It shows that something is going on inside..."
Before he finished speaking, the four members of the "Old Tunes Group" "passed" through the unrealistic vermilion door and entered.
Subconsciously, Long Yuehong glanced back.
There seemed to be a pair of eyes watching from the cracks in the door.
Hiss... Long Yuehong felt a creepy feeling inexplicably.
At this time, Jiang Baimian and the others looked beyond the amazingly spacious living room to a floor-to-ceiling window.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were immersed in darkness, with faces that belonged to humans stuck to them.
Their expressions were contorted, and an unknown light flashed in their eyes.
It was like there was a platform outside the window, and these people were crowding there, peering through the window.
On the other side, at the open glass window, a figure sat on the railing.
She is a slender woman with long black hair in a mess, and her face is covered by darkness, so she can't see clearly.
At this time, the woman was crying and repeating a sentence:
"Are you going to kill me... are you going to kill me..."
"No." Shang Jianyao replied.
But the woman turned a deaf ear, propped up her body suddenly, and jumped out of the window.
Shang Jianyao stretched out his hand, but because the distance was too far, he couldn't reach it.
At this time, Jiang Baimian, who knew that this was an illusion, was looking around.
She saw a tablet on the ground not far away.
The computer was on, flashing light, with pictures and text on it.
The photo appears to be of a woman in a hat getting into a car, and the text reads:
"The popular idol Jiang Xiaoyue travels with the middle-aged rich"
Snapped!
The woman who jumped out of the window fell heavily to the ground.
The entire illusion was twisted in an instant, and Long Yuehong, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, Bai Chen and others had their thoughts sucked away by the whirlpool at the same time, as if their souls were about to leave the body.
There was an uncontrollable panic in their hearts, as if they were facing the darkness that could devour their own lives.
Gradually, their consciousness began to blur.
Huh... Jiang Baimian struggled to "wake up" and found himself still beside the jeep, surrounded by darkness, only the light bulbs illuminating the mirror and the wooden sign were on.
She looked at Shang Jianyao subconsciously, and found that this guy seemed to be about to push herself.
"Have you escaped the illusion?" Jiang Baimian asked while walking two steps, trying to wake up Bai Chen not far away.
"Well." Shang Jianyao turned his body sideways and shook Long Yuehong.
Long Yuehong quickly woke up, only to feel that her head was very dizzy.
After a few seconds, he woke up:
"stop!
"Stop shaking!"
"Are you awake?" Shang Jianyao asked regretfully, as if he still had several plans reserved.
Long Yuehong hurriedly replied in a dizzy manner:
"right."
Seeing that all the members of the group were fine, Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself:
"What does that illusion just represent?"
"That should be a scene from the old world." Bai Chen said thoughtfully, "What is the relationship between that 'high-level unintentional person' and the popular idol Jiang Xiaoyue?"
"Have you also seen the news on the computer?" Jiang Baimian asked in confirmation, "But that 'high-level unintentional person' is eighty or ninety years old? It's not like... Well, there is currently no precedent to show that,' High-level unintentional people can live a long life, at most, they can live a little longer than ordinary 'intentional people', eh, except for Xiaochong."
After human beings become "unintentional", due to changes in living environment, physical condition and other aspects, life expectancy has undoubtedly dropped significantly.
After Jiang Baimian described what he saw, Shang Jianyao nodded and said:
"He may be Jiang Xiaoyue's son."
"..." Jiang Baimian asked, "Then why is he obsessed with entering Tarnan?"
"This is Jiang Xiaoyue's hometown, where he grew up." Shang Jianyao sighed suddenly.
"...I almost believed it." Jiang Baimian said amusedly, "Did you get inspiration from the cases of murlocs, mountain monsters, and the 'unintentional' people in the ruins of Swamp 1?"
"It's not impossible." Long Yuehong supported Shang Jianyao this time.
Jiang Baimian shook his head:
"But it's too coincidental, it's impossible that most of the things we encounter are based on the same reason?"
Without sufficient clues, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen could not answer this question.
After intense discussions, the "Old Tune Group" finally decided to report the matter to see what the major denominations and "Mechanical Heaven" had in mind.
Maybe Zhou Yue Zhou Guanzhu of Nankeguan can analyze something.
After a long time, the sky gradually became brighter, and morning came.
After more than ten minutes, a member of the robot guard and two humans came from the direction of Tarnan with a number of auxiliary robots, ready to hand over.
When they approached, Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao:
"superior."