Yan Wei was frightened by his own thoughts for a moment.
This kind of proposition of questioning "I am not me" has no solution at all.
He blinked, his amber-like eyes flashed with confusion, and he subconsciously blurted out: "Yan Mingguang, have you ever thought that maybe you misidentified the person just now?"
Beside him, Yan Mingguang seemed to be reconfirming the recovery of his wound. The man put one hand on his other shoulder, lowered his head slightly, looked down at his injured area, and said calmly, "It will be much better in a few hours."
Yan Wei: "...I'm asking you."
Lin Zhen next to him was covering the corner of the corridor, eating nuts and poking his head out to peek at the fight of the four people not far away. He was not interested in the things around him, and he didn't seem to have any complicated thoughts.
Yan Wei didn't expect people like Lin Zhen who didn't care about breaking the game to think too much, but raised his eyes slightly to look at Yan Mingguang, and said in a deep voice, "I'm serious. Good puppet players have the same cognition, so we enter Everything that the castle has experienced before, as a good puppet, or as a player, I will know, so—”
"So I won't admit my mistake." Yan Mingguang just said.
Yan Wei's rare shake just now disappeared under the decisiveness of the opponent, he chuckled lightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you so sure?"
"Feel."
Yan Wei: "...Are you kidding me dead ice?"
Yan Mingguang stopped talking.
Yan Wei asked again: "What about you? Didn't you have any doubts? In case you didn't admit your mistake, but... did I admit it?"
"No, I'm not a good puppet."
Yan Wei suddenly felt a little indescribably stable. In fact, Yan Mingguang didn't give him any evidence, but just gave him a confident attitude, but this confident attitude is too important in the current situation.
It was tantamount to cutting off his swing completely.
He raised his foot and lightly kicked Lin Zhen's ankle.
Lin Zhen turned around: "Hey, why did you kick me?"
"Have you ever met yourself like this?"
"No, if I meet him, I'll beat him up."
"What if you are the good puppet?"
Lin Zhen didn't even think about it: "Does that prevent me from beating up another idiot? And I firmly believe that I am who I am."
The fighting sound became louder, and the fighting of the four players not far away seemed to be coming to an end, and there were already some collision sounds of people being knocked to the ground. There are a small number of players who are still in the room and slightly opened the door to look around, but those who are still in the room now either want to keep a low profile and wait and see what happens, or they dare not go out at all, and they don’t care at all. Nosy. These people glanced at it, then closed the door and left it alone.
At this moment, there are players or puppets all over the castle.
The crows outside circled the deep and treacherous castle, making hoarse crows one after another. The moonlight was sparse, and the starry night shrouded the entire mountain.
Inside the castle, the sound of the wind outside and the crowing of crows could be faintly heard.
Yan Wei was silent for a moment.
He said, "I see."
In fact, it doesn't matter whether he is a good puppet or a player.
If you are really overwhelmed by this true and false performance, start to question the existence of yourself, and completely fall into the fight deliberately led by the dungeon, then you are really sent into the pit by the mystery of the dungeon.
"So what if I am a player? So what if I am a good puppet? There is no difference between a good puppet and a player. Yes, this is invulnerable, but it is precisely because of this invulnerability that it also brings a disadvantage-we will have the same idea."
"Since this is the case, the purpose is the same. Why should I worry about who I am? I just need to break the game."
Another part of the castle.
The young man in a windbreaker and scarf stood on the third floor full of broken glass, and turned to look at the forty or so seed players behind him who were going to catch him.
The layout of the third floor is complex but full of various props for making puppets, which is a natural trap.
At this moment, those players were already in his arms, trapped in a huge puppet production belt, surrounded by all kinds of dangling knives, and had no time to come to him.
He stood on the aisle, looking up at everything in front of him, his light brown eyes were full of thought.
On that face that was exactly the same as Yan Wei's, the natural meekness of the facial features was slightly covered by the depth of his thoughts, he looked around, his expression unchanged.
Behind him, the player who was cut alive by the props that made the puppet let out a long wail, and blood spattered, sparing at his feet.
For a moment, he suddenly chuckled.
"There's nothing to think about," he muttered to himself. "If you can't tell the difference, then there's no need to tell the difference. I am me, I am the good puppet, and I am the player."
"All we want to do is get first place."
"I am on the third floor, and he is on the second floor. If I were on the second floor with many players, what would I do...?"
second floor.
Those four players had already decided the winner - no matter how strong Sven Man is alone, he cannot be the opponent of the three teammates who understand him.
It didn't take long for the gentle man to be sent flying by his teammates, hit the wall with a "bang", and when he rolled to the ground, his eyes turned white, obviously seriously injured.
"Let's go!" One person stepped forward and tied up the gentle man with a prop rope, "Let's go upstairs to the observatory and get another point."
Not far away, Lin Zhen waved his hand: "Little pet, Yan Mingguang, they're done fighting. Shall we make a move?"
Yan Wei said unhappily: "What's the move? Follow behind. I want to see what will happen if they take someone who has already scored a point or a good puppet to go to the black-robed man."
"Eh? What do you mean? Is there anything special about people who have already gained too much or good puppets?"
"It's just a guess. I told Yan Mingguang before that under the current rules, the last day or two will result in an unequal contribution and benefit. Everyone will give up the peaceful situation. This is completely inconsistent with the theme of the dungeon. That's why I I want to cooperate with you in acting, let them fight among themselves, send the person who got the first point to exchange points, and see if my guess is right."
As he spoke, he waved to Yan Mingguang and Lin Zhen, and the three of them followed gently back and forth.
Yan Wei has strong perception. Although his body index is not as good as these seed players in the 40s, he can use his perception to ensure that there is no movement in every step under the deliberate attention. Yan Mingguang and Lin Zhenben are players with outstanding body counts, and it is no problem to follow these players who have just fought fiercely.
The three of them just followed behind those people and came to the observatory on the top floor of the castle.
This castle has four floors, the first floor is the hall where they first entered the castle, the second floor is the guest room, the third floor is various laboratories and operation rooms, and the fourth floor is where the black-robed man stays.
Yan Wei and the others followed to the stairs on the fourth floor, hid behind the railing of the stairs, watched from a distance, and did not step forward.
The castle gets smaller as it goes up to the upper floors, and the space on the fourth floor can be seen at a glance.
The ceiling on the fourth floor is made of glass, and you can see the entire starry sky without hindrance, as well as the crows hovering around the castle and the jungle maze. The man in black stood in the middle of the observatory, looking up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.
Not far from the man in black robe, there is a huge meat grinder.
That must be what these people said before, a meat grinder for destroying good puppets and exchanging points. The meat grinder was still stained with blood, the blood of the people and puppets sent by these people.
Yan Wei and the others hid in the dark, watching these people tie the gentle man up to the black-robed man.
Someone said: "We have caught another good puppet."
The gentle man struggled, but he was seriously injured and was tied tightly, so he couldn't move at all.
The hoarse voice of the man in black sounded: "Come with me, lift him up."
In other words, the man in black stretched out his hand, and the player who was holding the gentle man, one in front of the other, directly lifted the gentle man up and aimed at the feed port of the meat grinder. The gentle man struggled crazily, but the player and the man in black robe threw the gentle man into the feed port of the meat grinder together without hesitation as if what they were carrying was not a life.
The next moment, the sound of the meat grinder running sounded.
The gentle man was thrown in with his lower body facing down. The moment he was thrown in, even the three of Yan Wei who were hiding at the top of the stairs heard the crisp sound of bones being broken and the scream of the gentle man.
The screams lasted very short, and within a few seconds, the gentle man's head was smashed to pieces.
Yan Mingguang's complexion remained unchanged, Lin Zhen watched the meat grinder continue to operate with great interest, and Yan Wei frowned uncomfortably when he smelled the bloody smell in the air.
A few minutes later, the gentle man was completely crushed.
The man in black didn't say anything, just turned around and walked slowly back to the middle of the observatory.
The player who threw the gentle man into the meat grinder with the man in black seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then said: "What's going on, we didn't add a single point?"
The other person turned pale: "...he is not a good puppet!?"
"But that's not right," the man said, "Then why do I have an extra point? You see, the total score of our organization remains the same, but I have an extra point."
Yan Wei withdrew his gaze.
He winked at Yan Mingguang and Lin Zhen, and the three of them went downstairs lightly again, and came to an empty corner.
"it is as expected."
Yan Mingguang didn't speak, just walked to the other side, took out a lighter and cigarettes. But for a moment, the rising smoke blocked most of the man's face, covering his indifferent expression.
He didn't speak, but Yan Wei knew it, this person should have seen it too.
Yan Mingguang's character... I'm afraid he can't see such rules even more than him.
Lin Zhen asked: "How? Can you talk directly without playing charades? This will make me appear superfluous!"
Yan Wei sighed: "The rule on the surface now is that you just need to catch a player you see and hand that player over to the black-robed man as you did just now, and you will have a half chance of getting a point. From In terms of probability, the expected value is 0.5. If you catch one, you may catch the wrong real player and get no points, but if you catch ten, you can get about five points. This rule will make The players couldn't bear the benefits and started to arrest other players, because the strength of the players here is different, and the powerful players will definitely arrest ordinary players in the early stage."
"But in the future, there are very few survivors. The risk is not outweighed by the reward. Everyone will stop, and there will be very few good puppets. In the end, there will be more players left."
"Then what can keep players fighting? I was thinking just now, there are many good puppets now, so what drives us is to catch good puppets. There are many players behind, and what drives us...is it to catch players?"
Lin Zhen is not stupid. After Yan Wei said this, he immediately reacted: "Wow, is this dungeon so exciting?"
"It's not exciting, it's cruel. The man in black said that a good puppet can get one point and ten gold coins, but he didn't say that this is the only way to get points and gold coins—players can also exchange points and gold coins."
"If a person gives another player who has already scored one point to the black-robed man and throws it into the meat grinder, then the one point that player gets will be transferred to this person. The total score of the organization just now No change, but the player who threw Sven Man into the meat grinder gets a point, which is exactly in line with the motivation of the dungeon - he 'killed' Sven Man, and he got all Sven Man's points."
This is how dungeons ensure players fight.
In the beginning, it took time and energy to catch those ordinary players, and they scored points after points. The risk and benefit were directly proportional.
And later, when there were more players left, they would specifically look for those high-scoring players. The risks are great, but the payoffs are even greater - catch one and you'll get a massive score all at once!
Yan Wei sneered, and said: "This game has only one purpose from the beginning to the end, and that is to force out the greatest evil in human nature, so that everyone can harm their own kind for profit and survival. In the beginning, players catch good puppets, and in the end , the player catches the player."
"But in the end, it is still possible to catch the wrong one and become a good puppet," Lin Zhen pouted, "The good puppet has the same strength as the player, but it is only worth one point. Isn't the risk far greater than the benefit? How do you know? Are you catching players, not good puppets?"
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows and pointed to the digital lights under his feet.
"Did you see this number? In the early stage, it helped us confirm the number of puppets around us. In the later stage... the number of puppets and players has been greatly reduced, and the density of players has become lower. There may not be a single player or good puppets in the surrounding 300 meters. At this time, if you meet a player, your number will only be '0', if you meet a good puppet, your number will be '1', then you don't need to waste money with him."
This game simply means that the further you go, the more profitable you will be.
Grabbing a player can get a huge score, why not do it? There is also this digital light that can help distinguish whether it is a player in front of you, so you are not afraid of making mistakes.
"When we really come to this situation, everything will be out of control."
Yan Mingguang stubbed out the cigarette butt, looked at him in the dense smoke, and said, "What are you going to do? There are many players in this dungeon who are capable of finding clues, and time is running out."
And those people may prefer this kind of fighting and elimination, and may not be willing to choose to find other ways to break the game.
These are the words that Yan Mingguang didn't say, but Yan Wei can understand.
"No, time is really urgent for my own thinking process."
"But I'm not alone."
On the other side of the castle, a young man who was exactly like Yan Wei ran down the stairs quickly.
"I have doubts and conjectures about the rules of the dungeon. I was just guessing whether catching a player who has scored will get that player's score at one time. If I am on the second floor with many players, then I will definitely verify this first .”
Meticulous logic is intertwined in "Yan Wei"'s mind, one after another, rigorously inlaid.
His forward and reverse thinking kept flipping, he panted, and quickly ran to the first floor.
He is confident in himself, guessing generally won't cause too many problems, but the process of confirmation is essential. If it is proven wrong, he will immediately take new actions, but there is no other movement on the second floor, which means that his guess is not wrong.
If the guess is correct, this rule will only become more terrifying in the future. His first thought must be to delay the arrival of this situation and find another way to break the game and win the qualifying match.
Then the first thing he has to do is to delay everyone's scoring.
The digital light board under the player's feet plays a vital auxiliary role.
"Yan Wei" ran down the first floor again, he gasped slightly, but his amber-like clear eyes were full of confidence.
On the third floor of the castle, Yan Wei, who was hiding in the corner, said to Yan Mingguang and Lin Zhen: "I am me, and he is me, our purpose is the same."
"I'm going to test this scoring method, so he'll..."
On the first floor of the castle, "Yan Wei" chuckled lightly as he stood in front of the power box that provided the digital light panels for the entire castle.
"I will destroy this power supply as soon as possible."