It was time to block the monitor for ten minutes, and He Ruge ended the interaction with a sigh of relief. He looked at the 28 o'clock favorability level, and his mood became happy again.
The main task requires at least 60 favorability points after the sixth experiment. The passing line seems to be easy to achieve. Now it is the first experiment. Maybe in the third experiment, he will be able to brush up to 90 favorability points
The future seems bright, but He Ruge feels that something is wrong. As a writer, he knows that the taboo of writing is to give the bait to readers too early.
The game should be the same, you should break the cheese a little bit and sprinkle it behind you, to induce players to run all the way happily.
Without waiting for He Ruge to think about it, the door of room B6 was pushed open, and a fully armed, masked and gloved staff member stood at the door and waved at He Ruge. If it weren't for the iconic yellow hair, He Ruge would hardly have recognized him. other side.
He remembered that this NPC was the staff member who carried the little white tiger in the plot at the beginning of the game.
In the game, I stepped forward, stood in the corridor with the staff member, clicked the mouse on each other, and the dialogue bar popped up.
Weasel:
[Today I want to record the data of the experimental subject, you put on the mask and gloves, when I open the compartment to measure the data, you go to clean the cat litter box, remember not to make a sound]
[Daily tasks:
Clean up the cat litter box (0/20)]
He Ruge silently looked at Huang Weasel's props - a mini metal helmet full of black technology, and he silently looked at the black plastic bag and cat litter shovel in his hands.
An indescribable sense of disparity permeated my heart.
The weasel walked in front, and he opened the door of compartment 1. The resident inside the door was a small yellow puppy. The puppy saw the fully armed weasel and He Ruge without much fear, like black grapes. His eyes were full of curious curiosity.
He got up from the small cotton nest and rushed to the weasel's feet happily, his little tail wagging happily, maybe he wanted to be coquettish to the adults, his two little paws grabbed the weasel's trousers, hum groaned.
The sound effects of this game are very well done and very realistic. He Ruge can even guess the mood of small animals through the sound.
The high-pitched cub's voice came from the earphones, which made He Ruge's heart melt. Just as his smile appeared, it solidified in the next second—
The weasel rudely kicked the puppy's soft belly with the toe of his shoe, and the tender bark sound became extremely sharp in an instant, as sharp as the piercing sound of iron passing through glass, and like the chirping of a frightened bird. .
The muttering of the other cubs in the room disappeared, as if they were collectively frightened.
The little milk dog was kicked to the ground. Before he could react to what happened, he was strangled by a strong hand, and a cold metal helmet was placed on his head.
He Ruge opened his eyes slightly and watched Huang Weasel press the red button on the helmet at will. The dazzling white light from the inside of the helmet leaked out, followed by the piercing screams of the little milk dog. He seemed to be Suffering great pain, the whole body twitched.
The rapid cry contained panic, and he desperately wanted to get rid of it, but absolute force suppressed his resistance.
The metal helmet looks like an execution tool at this moment, but the weasel, the torturer, has no mercy. He raised his head to look at He Ruge, and gestured to He Ruge to clean up the litter box with his eyes.
[Guide for beginners:
Click on the Baba, and put the Baba into the bag with a cat litter shovel]
The game is too realistic, and the sound is very contagious. He Ruge watched the process of measuring the data in a daze. At that moment, he even felt that all this had really happened.
Painful howls continued to sound like background music, and the hand that moved the mouse was a little heavy.
[Daily tasks:
Clean up the cat litter box (1/20)]
At the same time, the weasel also finished the measurement, he took off the helmet, the little puppy slumped on the ground and kept shaking and trembling.
When the compartment door was closed again, the little puppy didn't even look up.
In the dead silence, the iron door of the No. 2 compartment was slowly pushed open, the cotton nest was buckled upside down on the ground, and there was no cub in the compartment.
Huang Wee stopped in front of the cotton nest. He circled around the cotton nest with great interest. Finally, he simply lay on the ground, put his face close to the edge of the cotton nest, and slowly lifted the upside down cotton nest—
He looked at the huddled little fox silently.
"Gah!"
…
When more than half of the cubs were measured, a very strange phenomenon appeared. The cubs that had been measured did not make much noise and were locked in the compartment like corpses, while the cubs who were afraid of the unknown were sobbing in collapse. , the originally dead room cried one after another.
The experience is as exciting as playing a horror game. The finger pads keep rubbing the frame of the mirror. He Ruge turns down the volume to the lowest level, and focuses on shoveling shit without looking sideways, like a self-deceiving turtle with its head shrinking. never happened.
However, when the screen jumped to the 20th compartment, the hand rubbing the frame stopped, He Ruge took a deep breath, and his gaze suddenly sharpened towards the screen.
Anything comes at me, don't touch a hair of my little white tiger!
He Ruge's spirit was highly concentrated, staring firmly at the iron gate.
Weasel stood in front and opened the iron gate. When the iron gate was not fully opened, like an avalanche, a small snowball roared out and slammed into Weasel's belly.
Weasel arched up in pain.
The amazing bouncing power is not like a nursing cub at all. He seems to be good at climbing by nature. His little claws crawled from the abdomen to the chest, and he grabbed the weakest eyes of the weasel!
The familiar cold light flashed!
Blood spurted out and sprinkled on Huang Weasel's mask, Huang Weasel covered his eyes in pain, and reached out his hand to throw the little white tiger on his body.
When he leaped, everything he saw turned into slow motion playback. The little white tiger's pink and tender paws, and the white soft belly were exposed in mid-air, and his tail swayed slightly. He firmly moved towards He Ruge. pounce—
Like a coveted cutie falling from the sky.
He Ruge: "...?!"
This, this little white tiger throwing his arms at me? !
The four little claws of the little white tiger in his arms firmly grasped He Ruge's arm. He turned his head to look at the weasel, his hair exploded, his blue eyes were full of anger that he wanted to eat, and he bared his teeth in a low voice of protest. Roar, it is hard to imagine that such a milk dumpling has the suffocation of the king of beasts.
Huang Wee was half-kneeling on the ground, while mourning, he took out the spray from his arms and sprayed it on his right eye while trembling. After a while, the blood gradually stopped, but the whites of his eyes were dyed blood red, which looked particularly terrifying.
Even if the mask covered his face, only revealing Huang Weasel's eyes, the resentment in his eyes could not wait to crawl out. Weasel looked at He Ruge, gritted his teeth and said, "Give him to me, I'm going to kill him!!!"
The little white tiger shrank in He Ruge's arms, only showing his small head. He looked down at Huang Wease like a king with contempt, roared coldly, and turned his head to look at He Ruge after roaring.
The little white tiger, who has always had a stinky face, rarely softened his expression at this moment, his little paws stretched out and rested softly on He Ruge's shoulders, a hint of confusion appeared in those blue eyes, but soon, the little white tiger approached He Ruge heroically. , rubbed He Ruge's mask unskillfully and awkwardly.
He Ruge: "!!!"
This damn, nowhere to put cute ah ah ah! ! !
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Before the candy in his mouth was finished, the person in front of him left. For some unknown reason, Xi Guican felt a little disappointed. When Little Baihu realized the emotion in his heart, he quickly shook his head, dismissing this weak and meaningless emotion. Tossed out of the sky.
When he was a pup, he was determined to let go of these emotions.
For the cubs in Xinghai Orphanage, their only value in life is to be experimental subjects. Crying will only be beaten and scolded, the so-called same people are not the same life, nothing more than this.
Xi Guican didn't want to stay in this game for too long. In the time when He Ruge was not around, a game that was too realistic would wake up too many unpleasant memories.
He originally wanted to go offline, but the sweetness on the tip of his tongue made Xi Guican hesitate for a moment.
This candy... is not finished yet.
While waiting for a candy to finish, Xi Guican suddenly heard a familiar scream, full of fear and helpless wailing, the body that was lying comfortably in the cotton nest froze, and Xi Guican suddenly stood up .
Teeth clenched the candy, and Xi Guican swallowed it expressionlessly. The louder the mourning came from his ears, the colder his blue eyes became, as cold as ice that didn't melt.
Just listening to the sound, he could draw the clearest picture. The fully-armed staff took the mental sea stimulator and put the "torture instrument" on the cub's head.
It is said that the most outstanding interstellar people have only developed 20% of the sea of consciousness, so the people from the Federal Research Institute developed the sea of consciousness stimulator.
An instrument that stimulates the development of the sea of spiritual consciousness.
The greater the intensity of stimulation, the greater the pain. If the intensity of the stimulus is too low, nothing will change.
The golden age of a person's spiritual consciousness development is his infancy. Most people do not want to let their cubs suffer too much pain. There are very few parents who volunteer to participate in the test of new equipment.
In the end, all the cubs died.
Everyone is exploring the mysterious sea of spiritual consciousness, and no one knows how much stimulation is the most suitable intensity for cubs.
These data must be obtained through long-term repeated experiments.
Almost no one is willing to let their cubs die.
However, when the interests are sufficiently moving, all laws and consciences can be trampled on. After the end of the Star Wars, there are many orphans of the seventeen stars as the main battlefield, and the experiment that should have been stopped... has been started again.
The Frost Plan is actually to verify a conjecture:
Whether despair can stimulate the sea of spiritual consciousness more than hope.
Man, how long can you live in a hopeless environment? Xi Guican didn't know, maybe he died in the Frozen Plan a long time ago, and what is alive at this moment is the distorted soul.
There were cries all over his ears. In fact, as long as he closed his eyes, there was no difference between the Xinghai Orphanage and the battlefield.
The same grief is everywhere.
There are desolate bones everywhere, undead all around, hell is empty, and the devil is in the world.
When the iron gate was opened, Xi Guican rushed out, just like he had charged countless times, rushing towards the enemy, his palm touched the sticky blood, Xi Guican had already chosen before the enemy erupted. One's own foothold and wartime shelter—
He Ruge who is obviously out of the situation.
This was the exclusive lover the game gave him, the one he had no choice but to trust.
The young man wore a mask, revealing only transparent black pupils, like a night sky washed with water.
When he pounced on the opponent, the man subconsciously opened his arms to him and exposed his eyes in front of him without hesitation.
How can you be so stupid
Didn't you see he just scratched his colleague's eye? Isn't this person afraid of being hurt in the same way
The open arms hugged him gently, and the tip of his nose smelled a light fragrance. He liked this soft fragrance, not the stench of blood, not the cold iron, nor the stench of slowly decaying in a narrow corner.
It was a reassuring, almost bewitching scent. Drowning in this smell, the tense nerves gradually relax, and the tingling brain feels relieved after a long time.
Xi Guican closed his eyes, and his four claws hooked each other's clothes so tightly that he seemed to be afraid of being abandoned in the next second.
You... are my exclusive lover.
But what is a lover
The little white tiger hesitantly put his paws on the man's shoulders, the blood-stained pads, and the blood-colored plum blossom prints on the work clothes.
will you always be nice to me
Xi Guican raised his head, his azure blue eyes showed confusion, which made him a bit like a lost lamb. He was so cautious, holding his breath, and gently rubbed the cold mask with the only trust he had in the world.
… you will protect me at all costs, right
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Xi Guican: This is not coquettish, it is forced by life
Life: I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense