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The bustling scene on the forum is still in the ascendant after two days, and many people who have posted and sprayed each other have expressed their emotions, although this emotion is hatred...
What kind of person is most likely to develop a grudge and turn into a growing feud? Careful people chant.
Therefore, the public beta has not yet opened, and many villains have already made an appointment to fight on the forum, preparing to fight to the death in the "killing game" mode, and compete against each other. Of course, the premise is that they have to reach level 15 or above to be able to enter this mode. Moreover, both sides have to think that they are sure of victory before this contest will begin.
The villains are most afraid of losing face, because their insides are really ugly.
If you lose, you are afraid of being ashamed, but if you win, the villain will not save the slightest bit of face for others, so he is a villain.
If the villain doesn't lose easily, there will be various reasons, such as "You play longer than me", "Your level is higher than me", "Your equipment is better than me", and the most sharp two: " No feeling" and "no explanation".
It's easy to win a gentleman, but to win a villain, you have to have the ability to dismantle Gundams with your bare hands. By the way, find dozens of witnesses to testify, and it's best to take pictures of the process. Then the villain can only admit defeat, and then hate you in his heart for the rest of his life...
In the past two days, Feng Bujue didn't pay much attention to the game. After two days of clear soup noodles and concentrating on typing, he finished writing this month's manuscript. In addition, Assas finally understood that the sand table was the toilet.
On Tuesday morning, Thriller Paradise opened its server again, this time, it was a public beta version.
Feng Bujue didn't go online at the first time. Obviously, the opening time of the server overlapped with his sleeping time. After finally adjusting his biological clock back, he didn't want to disturb it anymore. a meal…
At 1:30 in the afternoon, Feng Bujue filled Assas's bowl with cat food, cleaned up the sand table, and served the little ancestor before lying down in the game cabin.
A series of system prompts are not listed here, and Feng Bujue didn't notice any obvious changes after coming to the login space.
He clicked on the touch screen and looked at the friend list. The four names in it were all gray and offline.
"Ah... I'm really free..." Feng Bujue laughed at himself in a lazy tone.
There is nothing added to the operation interface, but the new interface looks more complete and beautiful. In addition, the game description has become more complete. The last time Feng Bujue raised the question of "which items are not displayed when the script is brought out and settled" Questions can now also be found in the FAQ.
Seeing this, Feng Bujue thought of packing his bags.
The current luggage capacity is 7/10, and the items contained are: Mario's Pipe Wrench, Hatred Eye, Western Kitchen Knife, Baseball Bat, M1911A1 Pistol, Echo Armor, and a bag of garlic.
The anti-venom serum of the Z virus is a plot item that cannot be taken out of the script. In the previous script, on the way back to the gun shop from the Alab Building, Feng Bujue threw away the serum in his luggage. At that time, both he and Xiao Tan had already been injected with serum, and the two GMs said that they had passive skills that could resist all viruses in low-level scripts, so those were useless.
His flashlight was lost and damaged when he was besieged by zombies in the basketball arena. Fortunately, there was still one in the space, which could be used to make up for it. As for the bag of garlic, Feng Bujue felt that he would never use it again, and it was not a difficult item to obtain, so he destroyed it in the game menu. The Winchester and its corresponding bullets were given to Xiaotan; the M1911A1 pistol was fully loaded, but there was no spare ammunition. After throwing away the garlic and taking out the flashlight from the storage space later, the luggage still occupies seven spaces.
After tidying up his bags, Feng Bujue turned around, thinking of going to the metal room next door to receive the extra reward for the fear rating, but suddenly heard a system prompt:
[Now, you can choose the area you want to go to]
After the voice prompt, on the side of the elevator door, the light flow formed by the data flow emerged in the originally empty place, drawing a rectangular operating area. After the image was blurred and solid, five fist-sized buttons appeared there. There are all words on it, which are:
[Storage Room][Meeting Room][Mall][Scary Box][Don't click this]
Feng Bujue's gaze was naturally attracted by the last button.
"Hey... what do you mean by don't press it..." His expression was very subtle: "If you don't want people to press it, don't make it, okay... If you write don't press it, it will make people want to press it..."
He hesitated for a few seconds before he couldn't help it anymore, reached out and pressed it, the light on the button lit up for a second when it was pressed, and then... nothing happened.
Feng Bujue waited for thirty seconds, looked around, but there was still nothing unusual, and couldn't help saying: "What is this... is it a joke?"
"Hehehe... Did you really press it?" A burst of obscene laughter accompanied the words, suddenly coming from behind Feng Bujue.
He turned around and saw a corner a few steps away from him, which was empty just now, but now there was a person standing there.
This is a white man in his twenties, dressed in a black suit, with a thin body, pale complexion, short hair, wearing a pair of glasses with a white light on the lens. I have to say that although he has a wretched temperament, objectively speaking, this person is very handsome.
"Hey... bro, how did you get in?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Hey..." The man snapped his fingers, and the button that said [Don't press this] disappeared as a data stream, "Isn't it just moving in a game space? It's very simple, hehe..." He seems to like to let out a few sinister laughter from his throat like this, the laughter is extremely obscene.
"Are you... NC? Administrator?" Feng Bujue asked puzzledly: "Wait... you can't be NC, I'm not in the script..." He paused: "Well... after the public beta, everyone's login space will be different. Equipped with an AI like a little assistant? No! Isn’t that kind of NC supposed to be a beautiful woman with revealing clothes and a hot body?”
"You think too much." The man smiled and said, "Hey hey... you can just treat me as an administrator, but I'm afraid you won't be able to ask any information about me in the official, and they will probably tell you that there is no such thing as me." A person."
Feng Bujue heard this, his expression changed slightly, and his tone was serious: "Are you a derivative?"
"Hahahaha..." The man laughed loudly, shaking his head: "Hehe... Derivatives, they are at least two dimensions lower than me." He pushed his glasses, and continued: "You can call me Woody,-O -O-D-Y..."
"Wait first." Feng Bujue rushed: "Who the hell are you? What do you want from me? Is that button a prank of yours?"
"Hey... that button is just a harmless joke." Woody replied: "I came to you because I have some questions to ask you."
"Let me figure it out... Are you asking me on behalf of Dream Company, or out of personal interest?" Feng Bujue always felt that the person in front of him had an indescribable weirdness.
This guy can appear in his login space like this, and he can also make adjustments to the environment. It is probably because the administrator of Dream Company has not escaped, but what he said is very problematic. Alright", and "They are at least two dimensions lower than me", how did you figure it out
"I'm from hell, and I need to confirm some things with you for work." Woody's glasses were always glowing with white light, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
"You administrators are all in the late stage of the second disease..." Feng Bujue immediately thought of Pan Feng and Hua Xiong.
"As a person with a mental disorder, do you still talk to me about the second disease?" Woody replied.
Feng Bujue thought: Sure enough... the game company already knows, that's right... Anyway, all the scripts so far have passed the level with all the scare values of 0, and they have been listed as abnormal data by the system, so... This guy's job is to deal with players suspected of cheating
"Hey... You can think so if you want." Woody said with a wicked smile.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue was taken aback: "What?" He thought in his heart: Impossible? Does he know what I'm thinking
Woody didn't answer, just laughed a few times and got past it: "Hey hey... First of all, I want to ask, do you believe in Christianity?"
Feng Bujue also knew some quack tricks such as mind reading, so he didn't go into what Woody said just now, and only thought that the other party was playing tricks. Hearing Woody's question, he replied: "I believe in science more."
"Hey hey... good." Woody smiled, "I'm done asking."
"Hey... brother, what's going on? Is it a prank show? Is the system filming?" Feng Bujue asked.
"You don't need to tell me the pictures and sounds that already exist in my memory. I digested them a minute ago." Woody said, "I just need to confirm this."
Feng Bujue squinted at Woody, took two steps back, and said, "This... Brother Woody, where did you say you came from just now..."
"Where I come from, where are you going, hehehe..." Woody still smiled wretchedly: "Okay, I'm leaving, I think you will be very angry when we meet again, but life is In this way, anger is more useful than despair, isn't it?"
"Wait, you..." Feng Bujue was confused by Monk Zhanger, this guy was simply incomprehensible.
"Mortal, you are excellent and interesting, and you are a suitable candidate. I am going to bet on you... um... Just press Judas' gold coin bag, this is a big deal, hehehe... Don't let me down. Woody shrugged and smiled, turned around and walked into the mirror wall of the elevator.
After Woody entered the mirror, his figure suddenly distorted, and his figure turned into a black phantom in an instant. It has entered through a broken window, directly tearing people's spiritual world.
At this moment, Feng Bujue felt an emotion that shouldn't exist—fear.
The feeling that he can no longer be aroused physically, but at this moment, it is as obvious as the iron stamp on his heart. There is no doubt that this is fear, and it is the kind of unforgettable and indelible horror experience.
Staring at the formless and sourceless phantom, it is as if your soul is firmly grasped by a demon that pours the sky, and it will be pulled out of your body at any time, turning into nothing.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Bujue came back to his senses. He was still in shock, and instinctively looked at the time on the wall. It was only a few tens of seconds since the last time he looked away. It was difficult for him to calm down, and he asked himself in his heart: What exactly happened just now? Reality or illusion? Could it be... the shadow in my brain has spread, causing new symptoms
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