After the crowd watched the beating plan of Miss Fine Art, Xiao Lan tried to communicate with the other party, trying to understand a little clue about Yin.
After all, the game is produced by DEATH Game Studio. The art and planning are first-line R&D members. Yin is formed under their cooperation. No one knows everything about Yin about this project better than the creator of the game.
The clues players can find are all from the original studio members.
So, if you can ask them directly, wouldn't it be a standard answer
Unfortunately, these two ghosts are completely addicted to their own world, and have no reaction to what the players say.
Even if she mentioned her boyfriend to the young lady of art, or picked up the commemorative bottle of perfume, she didn't respond, but she had been fiercely using the blood red whip to beat her plan.
The beaten plan just shrank in the corner and yelled. Although it seemed to make people feel happy, it just didn't respond at all to their inquiries and didn't know how to ask for help.
Mu Yang frowned: "This way... They don't seem to be very conscious."
Hu Zhai scratched his round chin: "It seems like..."
Indeed, the young lady of art is full of plans to kill this dog, and the planner seems to have to be beaten passively apart from jumping out to be scary, and neither side seems to be sensible.
Xiao Lan speculated: "Is there something wrong with their souls after they died in Yin's hands? It may be that they were swallowed up, lost their thinking and memory, and only had a little instinct and obsession. That's why Will it be like this?"
Hu Zhai looked at the plan with contempt: "So, does this guy even hide his dead obsessions secretly in the office of other artists?"
Hey, so wretched.
Miss sister played well, come on.
Seeing that information could not be obtained from the two ghosts, and the clues in this room were almost collected, the players exited the office and closed the door intimately.
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After leaving this office, Xiao Lan found that the other room doors had been opened. Some players were investigating, and several people separated and entered the room that was pleasing to the eye.
Xiao Lan and Luo randomly found a room and walked in.
Mu Yang and Cheng Wenyi are with them all the way.
Xiao Lan, who had just walked out of the exquisite office of fine art, felt that she had received such a big impact.
This office is relatively large, but it looks messy.
There are piles of instant noodle buckets with thick green hairs on the ground, as well as take-out boxes that have even dried out the mold. Paper towels, plastic bags, water bottles, socks, slippers are littered everywhere, and there are oily ideas everywhere on the walls. .
It looked like walking into a garbage dump.
The impact is not only visual, but also smell.
A sour smell spreads in the air, combined with the smell of fermented food and the fragrance of old socks and shoes, as well as some unknown odors, which make people feel like it.
Upon seeing this, Cheng Wen frowned. He looked at his white haute couture suit, really didn't want to step into such a room. He stopped at the door and did not enter, only poked Mu Yang and motioned for him to go in alone.
Under the pressure of the tyrant, Mu Yang put away his precious game console and walked into the room.
There are several computers in the office, but they all look almost messy and sloppy, and there are similar programmers standard plaid shirts on the seats. You can imagine how the people in this office are living in the same way. Style of life.
I have to say that the style of each department of this studio is really unique.
Just looking at this room, the life of a programmer who works overtime all day and has no time to fall in love, has no time to take care of himself, and becomes more and more degenerate because everyone is degenerate, is presented vividly like this.
Behind one of the computers, Huabei raised his head and waved them with a tissue in his nose, beckoning them to come.
Xiao Lan was struggling to find a gap in the trash on the ground, and be careful not to knock over the lunch boxes with unknown liquids. The journey was extremely difficult.
When she reached Huabei, Xiao Lan found that she was in front of a booted computer.
Huabei stretched out his hand and gestured to the computer screen: "Look, it, it is automatically turned on and turned on."
In the haunted game company, there is a computer that can be turned on by itself, which is still within the acceptable range of players, but the strange thing is that this computer is playing games.
No one is operating the keyboard, and the game character is automatically played by himself.
Mu Yang glanced at him: "Automatic scripting?"
Script is to simulate the player's operation through computer commands. It is generally used for studio leveling or brushing some repetitive things, but there is a risk of warning or title.
He studied it carefully, and then decided: "No, it can't be a script, this level of operation is too bad, and the script can't be so stupid."
Huabei: "So, so is... ghost? He has been playing this, this level for a long time."
The players stared at the screen. This was not only a ghost, but also a sloppy ghost who was obsessed with games after his death, and his skill level was amazing.
Why does it seem a little bleak
It seems to be to confirm Mu Yang's words, the game character on the screen has undergone a stifling mental retardation operation.
"Ah—" With a cry, he died.
Mu Yang pointed to the black-and-white screen: "Look, I don't think chimpanzees will die in this place as long as their intelligence level exceeds."
The air was quiet for a moment.
Then, as if provoked by Mu Yang's words, the computer screen began to flicker, and the flickering frequency became faster and faster, and even the edges of the screen began to glow strangely red.
It seemed that he wanted to hit someone very much.
Mu Yang: "..."
I was wrong, okay... Brother, I shouldn't mock your game level dishes, I just can't help telling the truth.
Xiao Lan looked at this computer, which was different from the others, and asked Mu Yang, "Can you beat this level?"
Mu Yang thought for a while: "... No problem."
Xiao Lan pointed to the empty seat in front of the computer: "Go on."
The punk boy glanced at the flickering very dangerous screen, and then at Xiao Lan, whose expression was calm. His hood was so scared that his hood fell off, and his face was filled with incredulous expressions: "I...?"
Xiao Lan nodded: "Help him fulfill his wish, maybe there will be clues."
After finishing talking, Xiao Lan stretched out her hand and held down his shoulder: "Don't worry, if there is danger, I will take you away directly."
Mu Yang was clearly arranged: "..."
Although what Xiao Lan said is quite reasonable, did you grow up eating Jinke La, this eldest brother? Hand strength is so big!
Feeling that his body is very fragile, the teenager put his hand on the keyboard in a melancholy manner, and restarted the level.
At the same time, Xiao Lan's hand did not leave his shoulder, not because he was afraid that the teenager would not cooperate, but when there was some danger in the computer, he could directly pick up the teenager and run.
After all, Mu Yang doesn't seem to belong to the type with very quick physical reaction, he only needs one hand to take the other side to run.
Mu Yang's fingers were unusually flexible, and he almost appeared afterimages flying across the keyboard.
Obviously the same character, just like a drunk who drank eight hundred catties, this will be omnipotent, the protagonist of the game shuttles through the monster group, each knife can accurately harvest life, and finally has a point The decent protagonist.
I have to say that this picture looks very pleasing to the eye.
The screen flickered angrily and slowly slowed down, and finally calmed down, as if he was also watching the operation of a young man.
Finally arrived at the level boss, the character under Mu Yang dodged the opponent’s attack leisurely, took advantage of every gap to attack, played a very high number of tricks, and finally passed the level without injury, and took To the highest evaluation.
"Huh..." Mu Yang exhaled, feeling that his performance this round was not bad.
The ending animation began to play on the screen, announcing that the entire game has been opened.
But the players did not pay attention to the mood of the game plot. Their attention was focused on the surrounding environment, guarding against the danger of not knowing when it would come.
After the ending animation is finished, there is still no change in the surroundings.
At this time, Mu Yang's hand had completely left the keyboard.
But the screen on the computer changed.
After a complex encryption operation, a hidden chat software was called out, and a group chat called "Boss Going To Die Guild" was clicked on.
The mouse stays on a page of chat history.
Invincible Scholar of the Universe-Zhao: Have you seen the newly bought idol in the boss's office
Just want to play games: which one
Invincible Scholar of the Universe-Zhao: It is the one he puts in the small meeting room of his office.
I just want to play games: I’m not the main program, and the boss won’t ask me for a separate meeting...
All checked shirts: The boss rarely calls me for meetings.
The invincible romantic scholar-Zhao: Oh, that's really a pity haha.
Invincible Scholar of the Universe-Zhao: Unfortunately, I am the only planner, which is very important to the boss, so I often go to meetings with me. Don’t be jealous [smile]~
Invincible Scholar of the Universe-Zhao: When I saw the idol, one was accidentally inspired. The owner of the idol said it was a fortune, but I think it can be used as a prototype for the Hidden Moon idol.
Don't want to eat instant noodles: Oh...
Just want to play games: Oh...
All checked shirts: Oh...
Invincible Scholar of the Universe-Zhao: You programs are really boring, I tell you, girls don't like your type, they all like the type of humorous talent like me [玫瑰][玫瑰][玫瑰].
["All Checked Shirts" removes "Universal Invincible Scholar-Zhao" from the group chat]
Xiao Lan's first feeling after reading it was: "This plan is really hateful to dogs..."
Not only does the artist want to beat him up, even the programs don't want to talk to him.
Mu Yang touched his earrings: "Now we have one more clue about the statue of Yinyue. Isn't this statue as a source of inspiration the one we need to seal in the end?"
Huabei is a little uncertain: "But, but this is not a real, real Hidden Moon God..."
"For the artificially created hidden, these things that can restrain it in the setting should be effective, because it itself appears because of the planned design, and the weaknesses should also be in line with it." Xiao Lan Analyzing, "After all, we can't enter the game to get props."
"The idol is in the small meeting room. Could it be the meeting room 2 where you sent a message before?" Luo asked Xiao Lan.
Xiao Lan nodded: "The possibility is very high. I checked upstairs at the time, and there were not many other meeting rooms outside."
At the same time, the players remembered the experience of being called to the meeting room by Xiao Lan, and the missing program player. They felt that meeting room 2 might not be easy to enter.
But no matter what, in order to pass the required conditions, this idol must be obtained.
Xiao Lan said, "I'm going to find the boss again."
Mu Yang and Hua Bei's eyes were a little worried. They looked at each other before Mu Yang said, "Or, shall we go with you?"
At this time, Luo walked to Xiao Lan's side: "The office area is limited, and it may not be able to open with more people, and there are still clues to Fushan Lingquan that have not been found. I suggest that you should continue to find clues. Go upstairs and get the idol."
Xiao Lan also agreed to Luo's proposal.
The two of them left this office full of flavors, passed by the door and finally walked towards the stairs.
Behind them, Cheng Wen held the cat with interest in his eyes.
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It has not yet reached 3:44, which is not the time for a hidden shot. They went upstairs very smoothly.
Once again when he came to the boss's office, Xiao Lan reached out and knocked on the closed door.
There was no echo in it, as if there was no one in it.
Xiao Lan knocked on the door again: "Boss, I have something I want to talk to you."
The boss's voice finally came out reluctantly: "What's the matter..."
Xiao Lan said solemnly: "Boss, I worked hard late at night. I made a supper and gave it to you."
Luo on the side cast a shocked look at him, surprised that his husband had the confidence to mention his cooking skills. Is this a tactic that puts psychological pressure on the other party
boss:"… "
Believe in you to have ghosts, look at the flower pots by the door, they are still dead! !