After taking a nap, Nan Zhou woke up and was fine.
Li Yinhang curiously observed around him for several times, and finally admitted that the Paper Man is worthy of being a Paper Man.
His cheeks were flushed from the burn just now, but now not only has the fever subsided, but the pierced wound has also grown a pale pink flesh scab.
Sure enough, in the comics setting, there is no disease that cannot be cured by sleep.
Jiang Fang touched his forehead, and after confirming that everything was fine, he took the medicinal powder and applied a thin layer to his half-healed wound.
He looked intently at Nan Zhou's wound and asked softly, "What did you dream about just now?"
Nan Zhou said truthfully, "I forgot."
His dreams are often funnel-shaped, and no images or words can stop, only a faint aftertaste remains.
The aftertaste of the dream just now was a bit like coffee custard.
The coffee powder is slightly bitter when it just melts in the mouth.
But a little condensed milk was suddenly added later, and it was vaguely sweetened.
Jiang Fang drew a peach heart with medicinal powder on his shoulder.
The vertical, reddish wound naturally took the shape of an arrow, piercing through his dull, boring, damaged heart that smelled of medicine, and stabbed his chest slightly from the air.
After hesitating, Jiang Fang let his heart rest on Nan Zhou's shoulder like a butterfly.
With external application, but also supporting internal medicine.
The wound medicine just now was coaxed by Jiang Fang while Nan Zhou was dazed with fever.
Now that Nan Zhou is awake, his sweet nature has flared up, and after smelling the wound medicine whose packaging and smell are similar to Shuanghuanglian Oral Liquid, he has lost interest in drinking it.
Seeing Nan Zhou sitting there, silently competing with a bitter medicine, Li Yinhang couldn't help laughing.
Nan Zhou has always been cold and watertight, only the occasional shadow of an innocent and stubborn child on his body made Li Yinhang feel that "he turned out to be the youngest of them".
Jiang Fang took a sniff, took one by himself, and put one in Nan Zhou's hand, "One for you, one for me."
Nan Zhou was a little stunned, "You're not hurt."
Jiang Fang didn't answer, but just took the medicine in the small brown glass bottle in his palm and tapped the small medicine bottle that Nan Zhou was holding.
-Ding.
What followed was his "Cheers."
Jiang Fang drank the bitter medicine earnestly.
Seeing him like this, Nan Zhou also took a straw and drank it obediently at the rhythm of his swallowing.
Nan Zhou was curious while sipping.
…It’s weird, it’s really not that bitter anymore.
They just sat facing each other and looked at each other, and they felt calm and very close.
After drinking the medicine, Jiang Fang wanted to ask him more about his friends, but unfortunately Nan Zhou was too energetic. Before he could bring the topic on the right track, he had to get out of bed and continue to go out to find people to end the 99ers race as soon as possible.
Li Yinhang disagreed.
According to Li Yinhang, since they have already dealt with the most difficult "Zhaohui" to deal with, it is best to stay here, wait for the time limit for the chase to pass, hold the points securely in their hands, and then talk about other things.
Nan Zhou said, "I want to go out early to see the situation of 'Adam'."
Li Yinhang was confused: "Who is 'Adam'?"
Nan Zhou motioned her to look at her operating interface.
Li Yinhang glanced over, and only then did he realize the sudden change in the team leaderboard.
Li Yinhang "… "
She couldn't figure it out.
Nan Zhou was obviously fighting, injured, feverish, and busy flirting with Jiang Fang. Why was he able to notice the changes on the list faster than himself
Is this the legendary time management
She stared at the unfamiliar team name, added, subtracted, multiplied and divided quickly in her mind, and quickly discovered that it swallowed the points accumulated by the original "Zhaohui", and then sat on the rocket and rose to the sky.
Li Yinhang asked the same question as most people on the World Channel, "Is 'Adam' the reserve team of 'Zhaohui'?"
They may be well-connected and trusted allies who have long since reached an agreement in secret.
As long as one party dies, will all points be transferred to the other party unconditionally
Regarding Li Yinhang's speculation, Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou shook their heads in unison.
Li Yinhang thought about it for a while and felt that it really didn't make sense.
Outsiders don't know, but they just played with "Zhaohui" just now.
The performance of "Zhaohui" at the end of the road is not at all like having such a safe life-saving charm in his hand.
Jiang Fang said, "If there really are props that can allow two independent teams to form an alliance, it can only prove that 'Adam' is more valuable than 'Zhaohui', so valuable that all members of 'Zhaohui' charge for them. , sacrificing the consciousness to stop the gun."
Does "Zhaohui" have such a consciousness
The answer is maybe, but it is not in line with normal human nature.
Whether they rely on stepping on other people's corpses to make stairs, or relying on rich props to supply, they have their own abilities to get to where they are today.
When they were desperate, the other covenant team was walking leisurely in the middle, unknown and without progress.
And "Zhaohui", who has been firmly in a high position, not only has no intention of breaking the contract with these two salted fish, but is also willing to work hard for them, standing on a cold height to shield them from the wind and rain.
Or, "Adam" has their relatives, lovers, and friends, so that "Zhaohui" can sacrifice for them willingly without complaint.
Either, "Adam" has terrifying power, and "Zhaohui" is just their pawn.
Or, "Zhaohui" was calculated and made a wedding dress for others without knowing it.
The second and third possibilities, under certain circumstances, can coexist.
Nan Zhou thought further.
He questioned because "this is unreasonable."
His train of thought is still as slanted as ever.
"...If there is such an item that can form an alliance, wouldn't the teams be able to unite."
And this is obviously not in line with the original intention of the game makers.
In the rules of the game, points are not tradable unless they are exchanged in the form of props.
Even so, the premium isn't much.
Even if there are prop hunters in the game who like to block the road and loot like the former Sun Guojing trio, what they can loot by force is only props.
From these seemingly inconspicuous details, it can be seen that if points can be inherited, handed over, and transferred at will, the game officials will break up tens of thousands of players into small groups of up to five people, and prevent them from letting them The act of group action is meaningless.
However, there are such alliance-type props in this game.
This is extremely contradictory.
So, why is there such a contradiction
Nan Zhou bit the straw with thin edges and corners of the oral wound medicine, thoughtfully.
In the broadcast room, the slender figures composed of countless information streams stopped their movements and looked at Nanzhou, who was holding a drug tube like a lollipop from all angles.
One of them, full of surprise, asked the doubts in the hearts of everyone present "... What's the matter with him?"
The seemingly contradictory props are of course the green light for the two-person team of "Adam" to better integrate into the game and win more logically.
"Adam" is their long-scheduled champion.
How to control the direction of the game, the director team had two attitudes at the beginning.
One party wants to make "Adam" crushed from the beginning, erecting a ceiling, allowing players to repeatedly experience fear and despair in the constant challenges and peaks of expedition, and in the end they can only watch them win.
In short, it is an overwhelmingly cool script, which is convenient for the audience to enter and enjoy the thrill of this kind of Buddha blocking and killing Buddha and people blocking and killing people.
One party took out the massive observation data accumulated during the internal testing period of the game, and proceeded from the actual situation of the brainwave waveforms, fear peak points, etc. of the more than 300 test players, and demonstrated in detail that human beings are a habit of staying safe. zone and comfort zone creatures.
If you don't create an illusion of "fair competition" for them, but build an insurmountable wall directly in front of them, a small part of them will of course fight to the death and become more courageous, but a considerable number of them are trying If nothing happens, he will lie down and commit suicide.
Finally, the director team adopted the second program script.
"Adam" can't be too outrageous at first.
In this way, it is not only convenient for them to take advantage of the poor information and profit from the audience, but also have the fun of reversing, and the transition is reasonable and logical, which can make these players have the illusion of "I can win".
As a result, a humble creature with a lower dimension than humans is actually the first to reach out and touch this layer of truth
It's just that they couldn't control Nan Zhou's thoughts, let alone his actions, so they could only point more cameras at Nan Zhou.
Invisible eyes, like the compound eyes of giant insects, densely aimed at this little monster created by humans, and observed everything about him coldly.
Nan Zhou bit the straw with bitter taste in his mouth, and was unaware of all this.
About ten minutes later, Nanzhou and the others left this carefully chosen hiding place and started wandering in the bungalow.
No matter where they went, there was a tsunami of cameras behind them.
… full of pomp.
If all these spying shots were exposed to the sun, Nanzhou and the others would have received no less attention than the most popular stars in the world.
And the data that the director's team investigated at the beginning did come in handy at this time.
For the only single-digit players left in the 99ers competition, Nanzhou is the insurmountable wall.
99 people are almost dead.
The 20-person encirclement team was surrounded by Nan Zhou alone and rushed to pieces.
The most powerful "Zhaohui" all died.
The strong psychological impact caused by the consecutive facts made the two teams with mental breakdowns chose to commit suicide collectively, in order to release themselves from the endless fear and anxiety of waiting for death.
The few remaining people who had the courage to challenge Nan Zhou also gave up their plans to take the initiative and waste their strength.
They dormant patiently, hoping that Nanzhou and the others will relax their vigilance and have a chance to turn around and output against the wind.
Therefore, even if Nan Zhou and the others were struttingly walking in the corridor, and even if they passed by these hidden people, no one dared to take a breath.
It can be said that there is no silence anywhere.
Under such unhindered and unobstructed wandering, Nan Zhou successfully found Su Meiying's wreckage in a corridor.
More precisely, ashes.
Su Meiying's hairpins, clothes, shoes and socks were scattered on the ground.
The dust that spreads over half of the corridor is a masterpiece of the mountain breeze outside the window.
The ashes belonging to Su Meiying's body were evenly swept away by the wind, and fell on the floor between the slightly hollowed-out, lifelike animal patterns, which stretched for more than ten meters, forming a long scroll full of vitality.
On one side of the corridor, the worn and whitened statue of the Madonna lowered his eyes with mercy, and looked at Su Meiying's corpse spread out on the ground.
Nan Zhou looked at Su Meiying in one place, "Is this what the curse item does?"
Jiang Fang shrugged and said innocently, "Who knows."
… As if the current scene had nothing to do with him at all.
Nan Zhou didn't ask any further questions.
Because he found something interesting.
He took out a button from under Su Meiying's sleeve to ask for help from the audience outside the venue.
The broadcast room was the first to see Nan Zhou's actions.
Their data flow was slowed down.
Some shadows even scolded the dirty word "Fuck?!"
…
It was a communicator with a round red button, other than that, there was no frills.
The minimalist style is incompatible with the various props that have always been exquisite in the game.
… It's a bit like a brain intrusion, the communication station when they enter the final room to deliver the mission.
Nan Zhou shook off the fine sand on it, looked at it curiously, and tried to put the props in his backpack.
A bright red x appeared on the operation panel.
That's what "no containment" means.
Of course.
Because, like the props bound with "Zhaohui" and "Adam" points, one-click help for off-site audiences is also a special prop that can only be used for "Zhaohui", which is directly bound to the holder Su Meiying and cannot be transferred.
So it didn't disappear with Su Meiying.
…
In the studio, countless pairs of eyes stared at Nan Zhou's movements, hoping that he would quickly put down this prop and treat it as nothing happened.
... Then, in front of everyone in the studio, Nan Zhou frankly pressed the call button.
Su Meiying is dead, but the item library is still locked with this bug item.
Her props have been almost consumed by this thing that has been unable to get a response, but the skinny camel is bigger than a horse. As a prop hoarder, she still has a lot of stock.
Nan Zhou paid nothing, just spent a C-level item of Su Meiying, and was directly connected to the off-site.
In the planning team that is working hard, there are staff members who were arranged by the company that originally sponsored "Zhaohui" and were specially responsible for "off-site reminders" for Su Meiying and the others.
At this moment, the button next to the staff member that should never be sounded suddenly lit up.
"… Hey."
In the game planning group, Nan Zhou's indifferent voice resounded with a little curious voice "Who are you?" :,