The director who swore an oath was fortunate while making emergency arrangements.
Fortunately, in order to ensure that everyone in the "Cube Ark" returns to the station in order, the high-dimensional people specially reserved a buffer for them, so as to clarify the specific time for each person to leave the copy.
Before Jiang Fang opened his eyes, the ear was surrounded by harsh sirens.
He pressed his ear with one hand, frowned, and glanced at the contract book in his hand to understand what happened as quickly as possible.
Ah, it turns out that "Ant Nest Labyrinth" is just a game in the copy.
But since he has passed the test, why would he stay in such an old-fashioned station
Wouldn't it be better to send yourself out nicely
Jiang Fang judged at the fastest speed that this place is most likely to be another copy.
The shrill broadcast sound was mixed with the electric sound of beep-beep-boom, piercing the eardrum like a needle:
"Warning, warning, player Jiang Fang has passed the dungeon in a violation of regulations, and will be punished overtime—"
"If you violate the rules, you will violate the rules." Jiang Fang looked up at the broadcaster, formed a ball of the contract book in his hand, and threw it at the mouth.
The director looked at the real-time images sent back from the station. On the surface, the old god was present, but he was very anxious in his heart.
Jiang Fang's early return was an absolute accident.
Therefore, his remedy must not only take into account the logic of the copy, so that the plot can progress according to their predetermined track, but also take care of the audience's perception.
"Overtime" is a compromise.
In the final game, the "Ark Cube" and Gaoweiren signed two contracts.
The first contract is the real [Ant Train].
The content of the contract is also a story related to ants.
There are five little ants who have completed the task and want to go home.
After leaving the nest, they secrete pheromones that signal their way home.
Unfortunately, in a heavy fog, the dew that fell from the sky washed away the smell of pheromones, leaving only faint traces.
But the diluted pheromone can deceive people.
Ants have to make choices based on the remnants.
Which is the right way to go home
Home, is it under your feet or in the distance
God has mercy on them for their desire to go home, so the ants had three chances of trial and error.
But God is also fair.
Every time they start over, they lose the memory of the last time.
Each time, one of the ants got a little hint.
They need a little trust and a little good fortune.
In this way, the real ant train can be started, carrying them, and heading for their hometown.
The director specially instructed that the content of the first contract should be ambiguous.
This leaves them with the opportunity to operate in the dark and hold the final interpretation right.
Because this was the last mission, Nanzhou and the others had to sign this contract.
At that time, Li Yinhang was still complaining. Isn't this the same as those mobile games? If you don't authorize the private information in your mobile phone to the game party, he politely kicks you out and doesn't let you play.
But the inhumanity of the high-dimensional people is obviously beyond Li Yinhang's imagination.
After signing the contract, they did not come to the station, but entered a cramped waiting room.
... with the second contract in front of him.
Because the first contract contained this clause:
"Every time they start over, they lose the memory of the last time."
This is what the replicas define as "starting over" for them.
After their memory of signing the first contract was erased, they signed the second one.
The five little ants were split up and each completed their tasks.
Now that Jiang Fang has gone off the rails, he must be remedied by combining the contents of the two contracts.
Fortunately, Jiang Fang did break the rules in his personal copy.
- Of course, if Jiang Fang does not violate the rules and completes the dungeon according to the rules, even if Jiang Fang can come back, he will definitely be the last one.
The so-called "overtime" is to let Jiang Fang use the station as the stage to play an additional round of new games.
-srpg games, that is, simulation role-playing games.
Jiang Fang is going to play an ant that doesn't fit in well.
His appearance, voice, height will be modified.
He wants to perfectly play the role of a conductor who guides everyone to board the train, a dutiful human clock.
The puppet thread will guide him to act in line with the human design.
For example, he can only answer one specific question at a time, for example, every time he reports the time, he has to repeatedly ask "whether to board" ten times.
Over time, the control of the puppet silk thread will gradually relax, but things like starting and driving the train will still be done by the silk thread.
The absolute requirement of this role-playing game for Jiang Fang is that he must not collapse from the beginning to the end, nor can he do anything that is not in line with his identity.
This is punishment in the form of a game.
To lift Jiang Fang's identity curse, there are only two ways.
The first is that after the train leaves the station and starts running smoothly, his curse will be lifted automatically.
Second, someone can recognize him and call out his name.
This is also the role that the director painstakingly and tailor-made for Jiang Fang.
First of all, there is a "flight attendant" NPC in the station, which is definitely not a violation.
Secondly, if Jiang Fang deliberately discloses information to Nan Zhou, even if it is a small action, the high-dimensional people will have a reasonable reason to immediately hang him on the grounds of "collapse of human design".
Thirdly, the "flight attendant" played by Jiang Fang is extremely strange and inhuman.
He will only be suspected and feared by Nanzhou and the others, and he will never be trusted, and no one will think that this puppet-like person is Jiang Fang.
If he frequently appeared in front of Nanzhou and the others, tried his best to do strange things, and tried to remind Nanzhou of his identity, presumably Nanzhou would be suspicious of this behavior before realizing his "good intentions". NPCs produce Murder.
Nan Zhou knifed Jiang Fang, the scene must be very exciting.
After listening carefully to all the tasks, Jiang Fang did not take the task, but took out his dagger and slashed twice on the dusty stone ground.
… Of course, a series of "no ooc" warning sounds were received.
Any attempt to leave a clue is "a matter of identity".
After arranging all this, the director breathed a sigh of relief, let the spirit fall into a comfortable wave, and massaged the tense nerves.
In his opinion, Nanzhou and the others have already lost their game.
Jiang Fang was also gradually wrapped into a cocoon by the transparent puppet silk thread.
Before he lost his voice, the director clearly heard him muttering to the air: "Do you think he won't recognize me?"
The director was taken aback.
Immediately, he understood that Jiang Fang was talking to the manipulator behind the scenes, that is, himself.
The director looked at the camera and responded with a mocking sneer: "...Will he?"
Jiang Fang has reached his position.
When the other four completed their respective tasks one after the other, the director gave a half-surprised and half-displeased snort.
Good luck.
All five are still alive.
But then comes the best part.
The stalled clock of fate began to turn.
The person who was supposed to be the last to arrive was waiting on the platform early.
Nan Zhou woke up from his dream, held a contract, sat on the waiting chair at the station, stared blankly ahead, and said nothing.
Jiang Fang looked at the figure sitting on the platform through the dense silk thread, and smiled.
He walked in front of Nan Zhou with the steps that he did not recognize his six relatives, covered them with the shadow of his tall body, and asked in a hoarse and weird tone, "Hello. Do you want to get in the car?"
—Hello, my little paper man.
Nan Zhou did not recognize him.
However, the subsequent development of the story also disappointed the director.
Jiang Fang did his due diligence, did not do any extra action, did not say a single extra word.
... As if they had seen through their urgency to make him violate the rules.
In the first round, as there was no abnormality in the train, everyone waited with peace of mind, only Nan Zhou remained in the fog.
He walked around, touched and looked at it, smashed the window and entered the newsstand to search for clues, and took a magazine with him.
Jiang Fang heard Li Yinhang persuade him to get on the bus.
His answer was: "I'll wait."
It was self-evident who he was waiting for.
Nan Zhou wanted to see him directly when he came back.
Jiang Fang's heart was terribly sweet when he noticed this.
But as time passed by, the person Nan Zhou was waiting for never came back.
Yuan, Ming and Qing began to urge him to board the car.
Nan Zhou has only one answer: "I'll wait."
Jiang Fang, who had a panoramic view of all this, sighed softly.
Kill someone, baby.
Jiang Fang had already vaguely guessed that this train was not the right choice, it was the right thing to stay on the platform.
Otherwise, why did the high-dimensional people need to do this, design a station, and play the conductor themselves
Is the sense of ceremony so strong
Anyway, they have already come here, Yuan, Ming and Qing are useless, and they simply kill Li Wei with one stab, and don't let him rush to start, this will also make Li Yinhang and Chen Sufeng not dare to act rashly.
After such strong persuasion, they will also "voluntarily" stay.
It's a pity that his little paper figurines have a good personality, and they don't want to let them go because he wants to wait for Jiang Fang to drag others down.
Jiang Fang was still speechless.
He always felt that this copy was strange inside and out.
Can a copy that has no clues so far be called a copy
What's the point of his role as "conductor"
After he drove out of the station for dozens of kilometers, the dusty memory gradually opened, and Jiang Fang also recalled the contents of the first contract.
… what.
No wonder there are no clues.
It was supposed to be reincarnation.
At this moment, all the threads that bound Jiang Fang disappeared.
He stood up, pushed open the car door, and left the cab, which had been in autopilot mode, and walked through the No. 1 car, which was littered with convenience fans and empty plastic water bottles. When he reached No. 2, he took out the blue color from his jacket pocket. A ballpoint pen, with the number "4" written on the boarding table clipped to a blue plastic plate.
Immediately, he threw the ballpoint pen in the corner of the carriage and walked to No. 3 carriage.
In this way, he met three blank faces.
Ignoring everyone's ignorance at his sudden appearance here, Jiang Fang asked directly, "Do you remember?"
"Why are you—" Li Yinhang suddenly reacted and became anxious, "Mr. Nan and Nanji Xing didn't get in the car! He's waiting for you! How are you—"
Jiang Fang did not answer.
Holding a glimmer of hope, Li Yinhang asked, "Can the train turn around?"
Jiang Fang shook his head.
Before coming, he had already done a test.
Every part of the old train looked like it was rusted and he couldn't handle it.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties did not care much about the life and death of Nan Zhou, who remained in the station.
He said in a relaxed tone: "We have already come out, so it can be regarded as the completion of the task."
Jiang Fang still did not answer.
He glanced at the melon peels and magazines in the carriage: "Let's go to No. 4 carriage to chat."
...don't mess this up.
The others, of course, followed his arrangements.
After everyone entered the No. 4 carriage, Jiang Fang closed the door connecting No. 3 and No. 4, and went straight to the theme: "We have to turn around and go back to pick up Nanzhou."
At this moment, Jiang Fang has already guessed what "ant pheromone" is.
The traces they leave in this round of reincarnation will become the clues that guide "them" to perceive the truth in the next round.
Li Yinhang said happily: "Okay. How do we go back?"
Jiang Fang bit off the conductor's white glove, held the tip of the glove in his mouth, and folded the sleeve of the uniform up, revealing the beautiful small bones on the wrist.
He moved his phalanx and crackled: "Just go back like this."
Aware of a faint murderous intent in the air, Yuan Mingqing's originally Shang Jia's face suddenly changed: "...Jiang Fang, what do you want to do?"
"Everyone, cooperate." Jiang Fang stuffed the gloves into his pocket, facing the three of them, politely, "Please try to die as hard as possible."
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