The fog has haunted the entire station world, and the wind and rain of the day and place, along with breathing, enters everyone's body.
The fog was still suffocating, but the other three didn't mention "let's talk" again, preferring to endure the bad air at the station.
The ominous cloud has not yet faded away, and for Nan Zhou, he already feels that there is peace and tranquility between heaven and earth.
Shortly after pulling Jiang Fang to sit down, he let out a short sigh: "...Ah."
The tickets disappeared from his warehouse.
He was permanently disqualified from boarding the train heading for the "future" in front of him.
Everyone present was filled with countless questions.
Why him
Why is Jiang Fang the only one of them who played an NPC role
Nan Zhou has no right to board the train. Fortunately, the ticket for Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties still has more than 50 minutes to expire.
They still have time to look at the cause and effect of what happened.
Li Yinhang's mind was in chaos.
She asked dumbly, "Brother Fang, shouldn't you be the last to come back?"
She gestured: "one head and one tail or something..."
Jiang Fang smiled and nodded: "Well, I guess Gaowei people should have designed this way."
Nan Zhou asked, "How long is your dungeon time limit?"
Jiang Fang replied, "20 hours."
Nan Zhou nodded.
This time is reasonable.
In this way, the copies of five people did not exceed 24 hours at most.
On the one hand, this will not make the high-dimensional audience feel that Jiang Fang has been deliberately targeted. After all, the customs clearance time between Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties and Li Yinhang was 4 hours longer than his.
On the other hand, the purpose of the dungeon is not to "clear the customs" within the specified time, but to voluntarily complete the action of "sacrifice".
All in all, it is to highlight a surface "fairness".
Jiang Fang said: "My copy is called the ant nest maze. ... It's actually a maze composed of countless mirrors."
"There is a cap on the maze, and the mirror itself is very fragile. It cannot climb over the wall, and there is no way to occupy the commanding heights to observe the overall situation of the maze..."
Jiang Fang took off his hat and put it on Nan Zhou's head, so as to block the erosion of water vapor for him: "It is set in the mission description that I am a hard-working worker ant."
"Each worker ant is eager to contribute to the queen in exchange for the right to mate."
"As a worker ant, I accidentally discovered a jar of nectar with an excellent texture."
"Some specific mirrors in the labyrinth can be refracted to create another 'me', a life body exactly like me."
"The 'I' in the mirror has life after birth. They are worker ants who look like me, and they will be jealous of my contribution, kill me, take nectar from me, kill the ants Courtesy in front of the back and exchange of mating and mating rights."
"These newly created worker ants can travel between mirrors and the labyrinth of reality - presumably they can materialize and hunt me down, or they can suddenly emerge from the mirrors I pass by and attack me - whether it's a normal mirror or a special mirror. "
"I want to avoid the mirror that can create 'myself' through observation, and at the same time avoid the pursuit of 'myself' that has been created."
"'Find the queen ant at the central exit of the maze within 20 hours, and deliver the nectar to it'..." Jiang Fang said, "This is my dungeon mission."
Speaking of this, Jiang Fang shrugged his shoulders easily: "...It's roughly like this."
Li Yinhang was dumbfounded.
After a while, she made a conclusion: "Is this a game played by people?!"
Jiang Fang smiled and said, "That's right. We Yinhang said so."
Jiang Fang sat here in a good manner, chatting and laughing with them, proving that he had escaped from the many crises and successfully cleared the customs.
So no one can raise any tension.
But no one knew how tragically Jiang Fang had been besieged and killed more than ten hours ago.
At that time, his vision was covered with blood on all sides.
He rested on the shattered glass shards with one hand, and the other, who lay down beside him, was slowly absorbed by a piece of mirror shards.
"huh...huh..."
The sound of the wind reverberated, sending his breathing far into the distance.
The shards of glass scattered on the ground reflected 10,000 beads of sweat that rolled from his forehead.
Jiang Fang's fingertips were hastily wrapped in bandages, and bright red blood splattered from the edges without interruption.
Although he used "worker ants" to call these ghosts who looked exactly like him, they were all human beings, himself.
In every mirror, there is another self.
Everyone was staring at him.
He needs to look at each one of himself to see if they are real images or malevolent ghosts.
After Jiang Fang's eyes locked on one of the shadows and looked at him for more than ten seconds, the person in the mirror suddenly raised a big smile without warning.
Jiang Fang smashed the mirror with a punch, but only harvested a piece of debris and an afterimage.
The pain from the fingertips had not yet subsided, and a coldness like ice and snow covered him, calming and relieving the pain for him.
In reality, Nan Zhou grabbed his hand in the fog, rubbed his knuckles lightly and seriously, and seemed to have guessed where he was injured the most.
Sisi's ambiguous itching dispels the pain of overstretched nerves.
After years of accumulated habits, Jiang Fang was still not used to doing intimate things in front of everyone, and his cheeks were slightly red when Nan Zhou stroked her.
… Fortunately, in the fog, you can't see it.
He couldn't help but coughed and continued: "Fortunately, these 'worker ants' were not created just to kill me. They regarded all enemies other than themselves as objects that could be slaughtered, but I took the nectar. , being killed has the highest priority."
Jiang Fang's copy actually has something in common with Nanzhou's copy.
Gaowei people agreed that only Nanzhou can deal with Nanzhou; Jiang Fang is the only one who can kill Jiang Fang.
In a sense, high-dimensional people look down on them quite a bit.
Li Yinhang couldn't help but enter again, wondering what she could do if she went through the barrier by herself.
As a result, the more she thought about it, the bigger her head grew.
First of all, being in the sea of mirrors for a long time, surrounded by countless self, is itself a great mental pressure.
Secondly, breaking the mirror and violent customs clearance is absolutely not advisable.
Mirrors are special media that are broken more and more numerous.
According to the setting of "every special mirror will create a Jiang Fang", once the special mirror is accidentally broken, or the fragments of the ordinary mirror fall in front of the special mirror, it is possible to copy another self.
Again, detours are hard to avoid.
Li Yinhang could have imagined with his heels that Gaowei people must have designed the "special mirror" to have similar appearance and characteristics to ordinary mirrors.
When Jiang Fang began to look into the mirror, wouldn't he be exposed to the mirror at the same moment
After thinking about it, she thought that the best strategy was to avoid fighting as much as possible after observing which mirrors would copy people.
If you really can't escape, you just put the nectar on the ground, run away, concentrate on the maze, and let the copied "worker ants" snatch the nectar.
She just needs to avoid some hidden arrows and try to increase the speed of passing through the labyrinth, maybe she can reach the center of the labyrinth ahead of schedule.
At that time, she will only wait for her work, and intercept the winning "worker ants" who have come to the end of the maze carrying the nectar.
The only drawback is that she doesn't understand the structure of the maze. If she easily gives away the nectar, these "worker ants" will come to the end faster than her...
Thinking of this, she patted her head suddenly.
... She forgot again that the purpose of the dungeon is not to clear customs, but to complete the "sacrifice".
When Li Yinhang was thinking at full speed, Yuan Mingqing did not have the same leisurely mind as her.
The expiry time of his ticket was also approaching.
"Just tell me." Yuan Mingqing said, "How did you pass the customs?"
Jiang Fang leaned on the stool, lightly pressed his fingers against his temples, and replied with a warm smile that made people angry: "Mr. Yuan is as easy as ever to get anxious. I remember when you were fooled by me. , running very aggressively, very fast."
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: "..."
He forcefully suppressed the blue veins that jumped out of his forehead: "...Talk about the key points."
Jiang Fang went straight to the point and was a blockbuster: "The copy is very creative. It's a pity that it's not dismantled."
Jiang Fang felt very strange after reading the rules.
The copy difficulty is too high.
With nectar, he is the target of the common attack.
Giving up the nectar and passing it through the hands of other "worker ants" is certainly a method, but you must know that these copied "worker ants" can move in the mirror, and the efficiency is bound to be higher, and the time to find the exit must be faster than yourself.
Beyond that, he noticed a little oddity.
If every Jiang Fang in the dungeon thinks that he is the real Jiang Fang, is he the real self at this moment
Maybe it's just a replica in the mirror.
The thought just passed by.
But it can be said that Jiang Fang was the only player who had a glimpse of the high-dimensional people's intentions in designing the dungeon when he first entered the dungeon.
After he started the actual operation, Jiang Fang found that the difficulty of the game was even higher than he thought.
It was very difficult for Jiang Fang to kill Jiang Fang.
Therefore, after personally slaying three copies of himself, Jiang Fang squatted in front of a safe mirror and pondered the scene for about a quarter of an hour.
Then, Jiang Fang did two crazy things.
First, he mixed the nectar with water.
Second, he took out a C-level prop, which was also one of the most useless props.
An ordinary small mirror, [everyone has the love of beauty].
Jiang Fang took a fancy to its function.
[Theoretically, it can be used indefinitely. 】
[Because the love of beauty will never stop. 】
Normal people would be afraid to destroy the mirror and create more clones.
Jiang Fang did not.
He ran at high speed in the infinite sea of mirrors, wrapped his palms with bandages, smashed every mirror, and dropped the mirrors that could be used indefinitely. By the way, he used a small spray gun to stain every mirror along the way. honey water.
In less than an hour, the narrow aisle that only two people can pass through was densely packed with "Jiangfang".
Because there are too many replicas, the mirror can no longer be stuffed.
Countless "Jiangfang" are like lemmings with extremely strong reproductive ability, soaring at a speed of hundreds or thousands of times, their faces deformed under the squeeze, struggling and moaning, because of the honey aroma on each other's bodies, frantically. Attack and bite each other.
Jiang Fang didn't seem to notice the madness of this plan at all.
Facing the several people who were stunned in the fog, he regretted: "The mission only told me to bring the honey to the queen, but it didn't tell me to bring the whole jar of honey back. It's really not good, I will cut it casually when the time comes. An arm dipped in honey can be considered to be able to cross. Besides. I just wanted to increase their number and let them help me crush all the mirrors. Who would have thought... "
The number of mirrors in the copy was already enough, but Jiang Fang added a large number of mirrors that should not exist in a short period of time, which greatly interfered with the operation and calculation logic of the copy.
In simpler words, there were too many ants out of budget in the ant nest dungeon, and the ant nest was bursting.
At that time, the studio of Gaowei people was also in chaos.
Jiang Fang took only 6 hours to tear down the copy and collapsed.
The "Jiangfang" in the ant nest itself is false, and it was supposed to complete the task through self-sacrifice.
But the collapse of the copy made Jiang Fang, a part of the "copy", complete his mission with the explosion of the copy.
A communication question came from above: "Didn't you say Jiang Fang will be the last to come back?"
The director stared at Jiang Fang, who had already entered the time gap between the single-player dungeon and the station dungeon, and fell into a deep sleep.
Until now, He has been mentally polluted by the visual spectacle of hundreds of "Jiang Fang" appearing on the screen at the same time.
Logically speaking, Jiang Fang should indeed be the last to come back.
Jiang Fang wanted to break the game, and there was only one clearance point.
After he broke through the obstacles and came to the center of the labyrinth, he would find that the ant queen on the throne looked exactly like him.
That is the existence that was imprisoned in the depths of the copy, representing the body of Jiang Fang, and it was a virtual symbol.
This Jiang Fang could not move or speak.
The worker ant Jiang Fang needs to offer honey to him willingly, even if he completes "self-sacrifice" - the escort of blood and rain along the way represents "sacrifice".
But according to the team's estimation of Jiang Fang's character, he would definitely be suspicious and refuse to hand over the honey, and even assassinate the real Jiang Fang.
In this case, he will be forced to stay in the ant nest maze for the rest of his life, take the place of the queen ant, mate with countless himself, and produce offspring without interruption.
The wishful thinking of the high-dimensional people crackled.
Jiang Fang either failed or was forced to complete such a long maze chase and escape, and was the last to return to the station.
No matter how you count them.
Who would have imagined that he would have violently demolished the entire dungeon without ever having a face-to-face with the "Queen of Ants"
It's unimaginable that this has happened.
Everyone came back early, and the audience was watching. It was impossible to cheat by disrupting the timeline.
The director settled down and replied to the communicator, "We will remedy it."
"We made pnb." The director sternly said, "It must be foolproof. If something goes wrong in the end, I will go to the data factory in the third world to pick up garbage."
The author has something to say: Brother Fang: Your copy is very good, and it is very easy to disassemble