Xiao Lan was a little surprised that Luo's memory had not been tampered with, but now there are many players here, which is obviously not a suitable situation for two people to communicate. Writing on Luo's envelope is too slow to communicate, so wait a while and find a chance to compare good.
Xiao Lan gave Luo a look and motioned him to wait for the two to chat alone.
Luo nodded lightly, expressing understanding.
"Why this person?" Someone asked.
At that time, there were nine players in total. Why did it happen to him? Did he die randomly, or did he trigger some death conditions? Understanding this is crucial for players.
While looking at the game console, Mu Yang took out his work permit: "I guess it has something to do with the work permit, have you all brought it?"
Players have touched their work permits.
After confirming each other's eyes, they looked at the work permit placed on the table and understood. Previously, the company's system seemed to see the requirement to wear a work card, and most players brought it, even if it was a written document that disliked it and disliked it to no avail.
This guy who was recruited didn't know if it was the hardest thing or didn't pay attention to the request. When he went to the meeting, he didn't bring his work permit, so he got cold.
But it was precisely because he forgot to bring his work permit that he left a message for the players.
People don't know whether to thank him or sympathize with him.
"Then he, he, what is he, and when did he disappear?" Hua Bei asked.
Players are plunged into memories one after another.
Xiao Lan thought of the meeting room where everyone had received the text messages for the meeting before they went together. After returning from the meeting room, Hu Zhai found the blank work permit.
The seats in the office are arranged according to the number of players. Each player stated that the seats and the number of people in their office are consistent, indicating that when they get their work permits and enter the office, there are still nine people.
Then the disappearance of the player named He Kaisui should have occurred during the period when the players left the office for a meeting.
Otherwise, in the ten minutes before the meeting, Hu Zhai would have noticed the blank work permit.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the bell ringing after the boss announced the end of the meeting. Xiao Lan checked the time, and it was 1:55, which was about ten minutes after they left the meeting room.
Xiao Lan looked around everyone: "Do you remember what time the boss said when the meeting ended?"
"1:44." Luo replied affirmatively, "there was a bell at that time."
"I, I also watched and checked the time, it was 1:44." Huabei also replied.
"+1" Mu Yang also said, his eyes still stuck to the screen of the game console.
Xiao Lan: "We were in the lobby, the first time we heard the bell, and the time when the boss appeared was 0:44."
Hu Zhai drew his hands on his chest and made a girlish motion of fear: "You mean, every 44 minutes will go wrong..."
Xiao Lan nodded: "Although it's just my guess, the first 44 points is the official start of the game, and the second 44 points is when a player disappears. We don't know what will happen to the next 44 points."
The faces of the players became heavier.
In other words, in less than an hour, something will happen again.
When the player disappeared before, they didn't feel anything. This way, it is very unfavorable for how to be vigilant and predict the crisis.
This feeling is like a ship sailing into a sea full of dark reefs, and the helmsman is blindfolded. They know that they are surrounded by dangers, but they cannot tell where the crisis is coming from.
When the players were discussing, Cheng Wenyi stood behind, watching everyone's reactions while playing the cat.
His expression was always faint, and he didn't say any opinions, just like a complete bystander. His eyes always swept across Xiao Lan and Luo unintentionally, as if he was very interested in their every move.
Because of the limited time, the boss mentioned that they had arranged work for them. The players still go back to their workstations first to see what the work they are doing, lest they fall into the hidden death trap without knowing it.
Still working in the wee hours, not losing is the miserable life of game developers.
Xiao Lan took the opportunity to say that she was going to a toilet, and Luo followed close behind.
Mu Yang on the side asked suspiciously, "Why are you going to the toilet together?"
In his impression, this seems to be a hobby that only female classmates in the class have.
"Because we always go to the toilet together, it feels safer." Xiao Lan replied without changing her face, and fooled the minors unconsciously, "You can also try if you have a chance."
Mu Yang: "..."
It sounds reasonable, but I always feel something is wrong.
Thinking of Cheng Wenyi's exquisite and extravagant style, if he wants to go to the bathroom with him, Mu Yang suspects that he will be sent to clean the bathroom for a whole year, and has to write a hundred thousand words every day.
The tyrant is so unkind.
Just thinking about it, Mu Yang couldn't help feeling a chill in his back.
just forget it…
—
Xiao Lan and Luo went to the toilet alone.
The toilet is very clean, there is no peculiar smell inside, and it is not dirty. Every floor tile is clean, but the overall area is not large. Two big men standing inside seemed a bit crowded.
After confirming that there were no other players and surveillance items around, Xiao Lan asked: "What happened when He Kaisui disappeared?"
"He disappeared in an instant. He hadn't fought, and he didn't change his expression. At the same time, I didn't feel any power fluctuations." Luo thought about the words, "It's like... Existence was erased. What happened? What probably only he knew.
"
Xiao Lan frowned: "Is it invisible power?"
Luo: "I guess this kind of power should have a lot of limitations, otherwise, with this ability, it won't be a problem to wipe out all players in an instant."
Xiao Lan nodded: "Indeed, time and death conditions are indispensable. I guess it should only take away a qualified person at 44 minutes."
If you can really kill people unscrupulously, how can you fight this silent way of disappearing? When the time comes, the players have to resist what else, and it's a matter of lie down and die.
"However, as the game progresses, it may not necessarily change what will happen." Xiao Lan said.
According to the game he has experienced, the death threats at the beginning of the game are the least, and there are the most restrictions on triggering death conditions. As the game progresses slowly, the risk of death will become greater and greater.
And in this game, the threat at the beginning of the game seemed a bit too strong, and there are still conditions. But in the later stage, if this restriction becomes less and less, or even disappears, then it is really troublesome.
However, there are still too few clues, and they don't know much about the ghosts.
Seeing Xiao Lan who was in deep thought close at hand, Luo thought with some regret, Mr.'s speed of self-adjustment is so fast, and it is no longer embarrassing to be alone with him now, which is really regrettable.
It seems that he still needs to work hard.
—
Soon after.
The two returned to the office.
Mu Yang rarely put down the game boy who was almost integrated with him. He was staring at the screen in front of him with a serious expression on his face.
The Huabei next to her also looked sad, like a little cabbage that had been exposed to the sun.
"What happened?" Xiao Lan asked, taking a step forward.
Mu Yang threw the digital pen aside, a little depressed: "The work assigned to me is the original painting. I draw NPCs according to the content described in the planning file."
"Hey..." He sighed and turned his screen to face the two Xiao Lan.
I saw an indescribable stick figure on it. In theory, it should be a person. After all, Xiao Lan vaguely distinguished the lines representing the head and limbs.
But this head is twice the size of the entire body, and the lines are also slanted. If you don't look carefully, you think it is a potato, and it seems to have sprouted on it.
Xiao Lan reluctantly commented: "Um... very creative."
I took another look at the description of the planning file on the computer. The request was to draw a girl, comparing it to Mu Yang's painting...
It's terrible, it's terrible.
The punk boy was playing with the game console stubbornly and didn't want to face his own work.
Luo also walked to his computer at this time: "My work is also the original painting."
Xiao Lan: "..."
Are you blind when you come to the world? Why are you so troubled with yourself
Seeing the look in Xiao Lan's eyes, Luo smiled and picked up the digital pen and said, "Please believe that I am not the same I was before."
That posture seemed very confident.
Xiao Lan thought about the large number of painting tutorials she had given Luo, and also thought about Luo's terrible memory. Did he really gain something
After passing the faith suspiciously, Xiao Lan shut herself down.
If he believes in this soul painter, he will be stupid...
This guy just learned how to paint! And five or six high-saturation colors are piled together, matched with his painting style from the depths of the soul, red, blue, purple, and green with more spicy eyes, okay!
The children's drawing class seems to have opened a path of no return to his artistic life.
Luo Xin vowed to say: "This is the essence of the New Futurist Soul School."
Xiao Lan's eyes were desperate, and Mu Yang's paintings could still see the limbs and head, and Luo's paintings had evolved to such an extent that they could not distinguish the human form at all. Even if it abandons morality and aesthetics and lowers the scoring standard, it can only be classified into the range drawn by Picasso with his feet after taking the cephalosporin with the wine.
Luo, this guy, is always reliable and comfortable in other aspects. Only in the art of painting, he insists on himself and is full of self-confidence, making people wonder what the source of his self-confidence is.
Is this the biggest difficulty in the whole game
Mu Yang quietly walked by and took a look at the screen, then quietly let out a sigh of relief, and went back.
The pace is a bit brisk.
This little action did not escape Luo's eyes: "..."
Boy, what is your reaction
One of the second-to-last graders was in the exam and found that the first-to-last actually appeared in the examination room.
Xiao Lan walked to her computer and found that his task was 3D modeling.
After opening the 3dmax modeled on the computer, he was silent... This complicated interface makes people feel dizzy. Even learning is definitely not something that can be solved in a short while.
Hua Bei, who was sitting next to him, also came over: "My job is U, UI... What is this?"
The two looked at each other, and they both saw the confusion in each other's eyes. Is the garbage game trying to kill us
"Do you... know how to write plans? I can only play games and not design levels..." Hu Zhai walked in from the outside with vain eyes.
Then he met the blank eyes of the four people in the room.
It was the sharp eyes between the scumbags who tried to hand in a blank paper in the examination room.
Suddenly, Hu Zhai understood that there was no need to say anything.
At this time, the player who became the planner on the other side also came out of the office and shook his head at them.
Mu Yang walked to Cheng Wenyi: "Brother Cheng, you can give me the procedure."
Cheng Wen shook his head and gently scratched Shirley's chin and said slowly: "My job is a front-end program. I need the art resources from your side, but it seems impossible to have it."
Xiao Lan pushed the keyboard aside: "I don't think these tasks can be done by non-professional players. It is impossible for the game to set up such levels. If the task is not completed, even if the death condition is triggered, who can survive?"
Hu Zhai touched his chin: "Then... what are the conditions for death?"
The game arranges impossible tasks for the player, and if the work itself is not a death condition, where will the death condition be arranged
Xiao Lan's inspiration flashed: "What happens when an employee always makes mistakes at work?"
Mu Yang subconsciously said: "Throw it down to fill the sea."
Xiao Lan & players: "..."
Is it so difficult for your reincarnation of social animals? ! They looked at Mu Yang and Cheng Wenyi with a little sympathy in their eyes.
"Old, the boss will come, find and talk to you." Hua Bei said weakly.
This is the normal answer.
boss…
Thinking of the boss who had never seen the real face before, coupled with the gloomy voice, the players' hearts were shocked.
The last time they were summoned by the boss was a group meeting, and then they got cold. This time, if they were to talk alone... Can they escape the crisis of death
Everyone felt as if there was a sharp sword hanging above them.