Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1075: Goals

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"Wait, let's sort it out again."

Compared to Bohemia, whose hair suddenly exploded, Descartes seemed much calmer. "Don't run around the room in circles, the floor is about to be wiped out with sparks!" it advised, "The game is not over, it must be because the conditions for the end have not been met... Let's think about it, what conditions must be met?"

The murder method has been found. The secretary cannot be harmed anymore even if she is dead. The last goal is to "preserve myself until get off work time" - there are three goals in total. Bohemia has completed them all. Logically speaking, the game should have ended long ago. That's right.

"Didn't he use disinfectant to kill people?" she asked, tapping the table anxiously.

"According to the clues given by the game, there should be nothing wrong with the murder method..." Descartes thought for a while, "What did the dungeon host say? Once all the goals are met, the prison crisis will end... ”

Its voice gradually became lower, and it stared at Bohemia for a while - even though it actually had no eyes.

"Wait," Bohemia muttered, "he did say, meet 'all goals,' right?"

What the dungeon host said was not "the game will be over after completing these three goals." If I remember correctly, he did say "complete all goals." Put it this way——

"There were goals that were not completed before!" One person and one spirit said this sentence almost at the same time.

But there were so many goals before, which one was left unfinished?

"Think about it from the beginning," Descartes became more energetic and gestured to Bohemia to pull out a piece of paper: "Write down every goal - and move quickly! Your character is too evil, I'm just afraid of long nights and lots of dreams. If someone comes back and arrests you later, it doesn't matter if you fail, but it's the worst thing if I can't get out."

"...Have you forgotten that before entering this game, you were still thinking about eating people." The only thing she didn't want was to be called "evil" by this mosaic.

"That's different. I'm here for survival. You're just a bad person."

While bickering, they tried their best to write down every goal they could remember on paper - the goals at the beginning were simple, such as finding out the location, date, and identity; in the middle, the difficulty gradually increased and became He had to complete tasks such as discovering and protecting allies, but after going through them one by one, it didn’t look like any of them were unfinished.

"Wait a minute, I want you to protect your allies... Isn't Snakeskin dead? He must be your ally, right?" Descartes just refreshed, and then denied his idea: "No, protect him. Being an ally is a task at that stage. If Snake Skin survives that stage, it should be considered completed."

Then...what exactly is it?

Bohemia sighed anxiously, feeling as if the chair was burning to her **** even while sitting on it. As Descartes said, she has done a lot of "evil"; her evil deeds can be hidden for a while, but not forever - if she is really caught near the end, it will be really annoying.

"Really, this Sandy Winters is terrible. If the good warden doesn't do anything, why do he do something that is not worthy of the spotlight..." She muttered and complained.

The mosaic floating above the A4 paper suddenly paused slightly after hearing this. It froze in place for a while, and then shouted loudly: "I-I think I know!"

"What?"

The Descartes spirit turned back and forth a few times, making me even more dizzy: "I, I'm not 100% sure... I just thought it was a bit strange to be reminded by you. Sandy Winters is really difficult to call. Understand, she clearly has a bright future and is an official in the judicial system, but privately she has destroyed all the laws that can be broken, as if she doesn't care about her own life at all..."

Bohemia's eyes widened, waiting for him to continue.

After hesitating for a moment, Descartes slowly said: "What if... you are not Sandy Winters at all?"

"The name of the warden is hanging on the door, and I am indeed the warden."

"No, what I mean is...even though you are the warden, does the identity of Sandy Winters have to be your true identity?" Descartes saw that she didn't understand yet, so he explained: "Can't you remember? Remember those four bank statements? Each account belonged to a different person, right?"

Bohemia kinda gets it.

"You were Warden Sandy Winters in prison, but when you were in a certain bank, you became Emma Green. Who said that the identity of Warden must be your true identity? Maybe it is just yours. One of many identities - who are you?" Descartes said unsteadily, "We have completed all the stage goals. Logically speaking, the game should have ended long ago. But if your identity is fundamentally If it's not Sandy Winters, then everything makes sense. Your first stage goal is still one step short of 'finding the identity'."

Bohemia fell down on the chair, with a sad look on her face. "That's troublesome...how do I know who I really am?"

Descartes thought for a while.

"Although you don't know it is hot...but someone may know."

"Who?"

"Have you forgotten? The only person who has doubts about you and secretly comes to investigate you-" When Descartes said this, he sounded a little gloating: "Aren't they just old leather shoes?"

Looking for old leather shoes to find out one's true identity is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger and taking the initiative to talk to others - Bohemia looked at the four bank statements for a while and found that he had no clue, so he simply Gritting his teeth: "How should I get the news from him?"

Descartes is also troubled by this problem.

Perhaps because the goal has not been achieved, the game cannot end when it is supposed to end, and the plot continues to progress - when one person does not know what to do, the phone suddenly rings, sharp It echoed in the air, startling them.

One person and one spirit looked at each other, Bohemia swallowed and answered the phone.

"Ms. Winters?" On the other end of the phone was a female voice that she had heard once before. She was speaking in a low voice, and her tone was urgent and panicked, as if she was afraid of being heard: "I am a nurse. Rui, I think I have to report something to you... The prisoner who was shot today regained consciousness. The bullet did not hit his vitals directly, so after we provided first aid here, his condition stabilized quickly. Coming down."

Snake Skin is not dead?

Bohemia was just about to deal with it when she was suddenly startled. Snake Skin was shot this morning. At that time, she was preoccupied with getting rid of the Beef Secretary. She also thought that Snake Skin must be dead and the game was about to end. Later, she didn’t ask much about it - "He just regained consciousness." Of?"

"No -" the nurse seemed a little embarrassed, "We have been observing his condition since noon - he, he regained consciousness about an hour ago. He couldn't speak well at first, I can't speak clearly either, but things are getting better..."

"Then why are you telling me now?"

"Yes...it's because the agent didn't let us report." She said this and explained in a panic: "We are also hesitant because this is against the regulations, and our cooperation with him is tantamount to violating the code. But the detective lost his temper and said that he had to interview the prisoner privately. He also said that this was related to an important investigation. If the news leaked out, no one would be responsible... But I thought about it again and again. , at least I have to inform the warden..."

This nurse is great!

After the initial shock faded, Bohemia was almost immediately overwhelmed by joy - this was really a pillow for dozing off!

I have to say that Old Leather Shoes is really perceptive. She only instructed Snake Skin to do things with her front legs, and he sniffed out the clues with her back legs. He didn't let the medical department report to him about Snake Skin's awakening. There was only one reasonable explanation. : That is, Old Leather Shoes has noticed the connection between the two. ~IndoMTL.com~ What he wanted to dig out of the snake's mouth was the inside story about her as the warden.

With praise and encouragement, Bohemia found out from the nurse where the old leather shoes and snakeskin were. It was an observation room on the second floor. There was nothing in the sky outside the window. It was unrealistic to hide under the window and listen to the wall——

About ten minutes later, Bohemia was squatting next to the waste bin at the back of the medical department, with the observation room on the second floor directly above her head. The windows of the observation room are closed tightly, and no sound can be heard from inside; but when people look carefully, they will find that the gaps in the windows are blurry and chaotic, forming a long and thin mosaic.

For the first time, Bohemia was so grateful for the existence of Descartes.

Whenever there is a conversation in the room, Descartes will retell the conversation and convey it to her mind - the game rules made by the dungeon host only limit the evolution ability and the use of special items. ; I'm afraid even he didn't expect that there would be players carrying a copy with them like a dog.

"...No matter what kind of profit and cooperation relationship it is, you will not sacrifice your life for her, right?" When Descartes repeated it, his identity could not be heard from his voice; but the person who asked this question was obviously an old man. There is no doubt about the leather shoes - "She put you in danger without telling you, and she is not a member of your gang, so there is no need to continue to hide it. Think about it, I can apply for a commutation of your sentence... Tell me, what is Sandy Winters' private life?" What's going on down there?"

Snake Skin seemed to be quiet for a while. After a few seconds, Descartes repeated his answer.

"Sandy Winters did nothing."

Just when Bohemia thought he was not going to explain, Descartes continued to repeat: "Because the real Sandy Winters has died long ago."