A life-threatening game was over, and in the end they won.
The soul of the chess piece has no sustenance, and it is like a small animal returning from the excitement, re-scattering and drilling into the forest of words.
The winner is free, and the loser continues to play against the door.
Nan Zhou stood beside the mummified corpse and asked the one-legged tin soldier NPC with a gun, "How long does it take to play chess?"
The one-legged tin soldier said, "Come down until someone takes his place."
Nan Zhou: "Who is it?"
One-legged tin soldier: "A 'people' like you."
Saying that, the tin soldier turned his head and looked at the tin soldiers who were only about the length of a human calf and were lined up by the wall after finishing their patrol. ."
Nan Zhou was not surprised by this result.
The tin soldiers standing against the wall are all players trapped here.
Either they break the rules, get eaten up, and become numb puppets.
Either you have already collected all the pieces, but due to a temporary omission, the victory of the chess game was handed over to the original corpse chess player, so that he won the game of chess that belonged to it, and finally the success was lost, and the unfortunate successor player sat here. Another withered walking corpse.
Nan Zhou couldn't help but think of the tin soldier who would only take advantage of the terrain to climb up the bookshelf to find out where he and Li Yinhang were going.
The captain of these tin soldiers seems to be more intelligent than the soldiers behind them.
After these walking corpses have been freed from the boring games for many years, I am afraid it is impossible to leave the library.
They were fired into dwarf tin soldiers, leading other tin soldiers with no soul and no story, and the machines carried out a round of patrols every half hour.
Their stories, along with their thoughts, are forever sealed under a layer of shiny silver and tin.
Nan Zhou was still thinking about another thing.
In the few days after finishing the [Fear of the Full Moon] dungeon and entering the "Homeland Island" to rest, Nan Zhou continued to pick up his unlocking skills and tossed a free blacksmith from "Homeland Island". The broken lock removed from the door, while watching a lot of swiped information on the World Channel.
After a period of operation, the functions of the World Channel have been rapidly developed and matured.
In the game of Gravity, the number of players who tried to go through various side jobs and the number of players in the next instance was about 3 to 2.
There are very few players who are willing to share their dungeon information, and all kinds of information are mixed with dragons and snakes, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
But everyone came to a fairly unanimous conclusion.
- Until now, no player has entered a duplicate instance.
And there is not a copy that "Gravity" originally had.
Players seem to have fallen into an endless kaleidoscope of endless changes, and they can only barely survive under the halo of bizarreness.
Then, these players trapped in the library are likely to be another "humanoid".
Because of this, the stories they left behind are the kind of weird, incomprehensible words.
- Make an analogy.
In a copy of the game in a semi-open world, there is a library that contains a large number of books that can be investigated and flipped.
The game will be translated into various languages, Chinese, English, Russian, Japanese and French.
When Chinese players enter the game, they will select Chinese in the "language bar", so the books in the bookshelf will naturally be translated into Chinese.
Some well-made games even change the contents of the bookshelf according to the nationality of the player.
But in this game, foreign players who log in through other servers are also accepted.
At this time, Nanzhou, who is a gamer, and the humanoid creatures who used to be gamers have equal status and authority.
The game may translate the book into a language that Nanzhou can understand, but it will not change the original data left by the original players.
Therefore, the story of the original player being swallowed up is the unknown text that cannot be deciphered.
But when players also become one of the props of the game, the game can naturally manipulate and manipulate them like puppets at will, allowing them to speak words that players in other dimensions can understand.
The only thing that can prove their existence is the storybook that devoured all of their past and placed them on the bookshelf.
It's just that they themselves may not be able to read the stories that once belonged to them.
If the flipper palm obtained from [Fear of the Full Moon] is considered as physical evidence, this trip to the library logically completes Nan Zhou's judgment more comprehensively.
—In this corner of the multi-dimensional world, they and other humanoid players are playing the same game of unknown purpose.
Thinking of this, Nan Zhou asked the one-legged tin soldier, "Are you also a player?"
"Me? I'm not."
The one-legged tin soldier held the slightly inclined gun body and stood in a slightly comical "eight".
"I've always been here. Waiting for someone to come, waiting for a new friend to take over my old friend's chess game. At least... the new friend can cry, scold, and know how to talk."
The One-Legged Tin Soldier is the original NPC.
From the moment the copy was born, it was in the game.
On the one hand, it abides by the rules of attracting people given to it by the copy, and on the other hand, it is troubled by the loneliness that the personality given to it by the copy must bring.
So, out of selfish desire to have more lively, talking friends, it doesn't give players too many hints.
Nan Zhou looked at it with understanding in his eyes.
Just like he understands Xiao Ming who is trapped in the house and the broken college students on the snowy mountain.
Nan Zhou asked him, "When can you leave?"
The one-legged tin soldier said, "I'll be here until the end."
Nan Zhou seemed to realize something: "What is 'end'?"
One-legged tin soldier: "I don't know."
Nan Zhou: "Do you know what kind of world is outside the door?"
One-Legged Tin Soldier: "I used to wonder."
Saying that, it patted its broken leg.
"After burning a leg, I don't want to know."
Nan Zhou was silent.
A former NPC reached out and patted the NPC in front of him on the shoulder.
The tin soldier did not seem to have expected such comfort.
It held the gun, tried to stand up straight, aimed at Nanzhou, watched it quietly for a while, and then gave a standard European-style military salute.
The exploration of Nanzhou and the others in the mini-game in this dungeon is completely over.
When passing by the door, Nan Zhou glanced outside.
There was no specific figure sitting outside the door.
A door is just a door.
The opponent of the mummy seems to be the door itself.
The one-legged tin soldiers, patrolling tin soldiers, and skinny mummified corpses were all locked inside by this door that seemed to have life, and they were unable to contact the light of the outside world.
Nanzhou did not stop needlessly.
Together with Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang, he stepped into the bright light outside.
In a short while, the light covering his eyes seemed to be swallowed up by a black hole and disappeared.
After stepping out of the open door of the library, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.
They returned to the long brain corridor.
After more than an hour, the maddening constant chewing sound actually continued.
There was a continuous cracking sound, and even the soft marrow blanket under their feet trembled slightly.
The light of the flashlight can only illuminate the place two and a half steps away, making the already cramped corridor even more suffocating.
Nan Zhou raised his flashlight and looked back.
The door from which they came out had completely disappeared.
As if chewed and swallowed by a wriggling wall.
This time, the three "Cube Ark" did not rush into the next room.
Inside is a complex, uneven and well-connected corridor.
Weird texture with a slightly sticky feel.
Step on the "carpet" with a thin "guji" sound.
The muffled sound of teeth crunching food echoed inside the skull.
In addition to these, there is also the copy keyword [brain invasion] for indexing...
Nan Zhou can basically be sure that this is a human brain.
It's just that he didn't know why the most complex and exquisite art building in the world was specially opened to them.
They spent nearly an hour walking around the mimetic brain apartment.
Carrying a little light, they walked through every dark and hazy small fork in the road, and found out the positions of all the doors.
In addition to the library they had just been to, a total of six doors were opened inside the skull.
It is conceivable that behind each door, there will be a small world with its own special functional area and full of possibilities.
Even this mysterious brain area, under normal circumstances, may be less than the size of a pine cone.
Nan Zhou asked, "Shall we go to the next door?"
Jiang Fang smiled and asked, "Guess the library is the forehead of the brain. Which door do we want to open next?"
Nan Zhou shook his head and answered every question from Jiang Fang earnestly: "I don't know how large the scale is, it is difficult to judge. Moreover, the functions of the brain are only roughly divided, and it is difficult to judge the nature of going out. Take a guess at the characteristics it shows."
Jiang Fang smiled.
It is precisely because of Nan Zhou's appearance that he particularly likes to tease him to talk a little more.
Li Yinhang was so disturbed by the sound of chewing that he covered his ears with his hands and concentrated on reading their lips.
She asked, "Are you going?"
To go is to go.
They chose to walk into the second door that was relatively closest in line to the first door that disappeared.
Unscrew the door handle, as usual, endless Huaguang is oncoming.
After his eyes could see things again, Nan Zhou put down his hands and quietly watched the grassland he was in.
It is said that it is grassland, the color matching and scene here are more similar to a dream.
The sky is flat and the earth is flat.
The two squares are bent and intersected.
The heaven and the earth meet, like a huge flat almond, and also like a huge eye.
In this eye-shaped world, everything seemed so peaceful.
Green grass, square and wrist.
White clouds are like silk, adorned in the blue sky.
A pale pink fluffy lamb rolls on the grass with four hooves in its arms.
All the colors associated with happiness are fused together.
All the good memories seem to be gathered here.
And in such a beautiful scene, a young girl with splendid silk hair like gold appeared in front of them with her hands behind her back and smiling.
A new welcome to the door appeared.
Her expression was very gentle, and the little freckles dotted on her cheeks did not detract from her cuteness in the slightest.
When she smiled, her small nose would wrinkle slightly.
She raised her hand and pulled up her skirt, gave them a gentle curtsey, and said with a smile:
"Hello."
"Allow me to invite you to play a game."
Nan Zhou did not let his guard down.
None of the three were relieved at all.
Because they all noticed that the girl's hands were covered with snow-white bandages and gauze.
There was a thick layer of blood on the edge.
These scarred hands reminded Li Yinhang of a childhood story.
"This game only needs a real player."
As she said that, she raised her bloody palm and said in a very gentle tone: "Now, please choose two partners from among you and become beautiful wild swans." :,