Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1495: The operator is stuck

Lin Sanjiu walked on a piece of snow-white paper for half an hour.

Except for the clusters of words that make up the game, there were no obstacles on this white paper-like land, but neither she nor Yu Yuan walked fast. It is quite difficult to find the edge and direction in the white snow with nothing; even with the data body by her side, she still walked back several times. If she hadn't seen the same words again, she wouldn't have known she was lost.

The text group "Shopping malls are like battlefields" was left far behind. They had not seen another text group related to shopping mall games for more than ten minutes; there is reason to believe that they left the "mall" "Like a battlefield" - but she wasn't sure what she was heading towards.

"This is different from what I expected." Yu Yuan said calmly, "In my analysis, you have been treated differently in the arcade game... It should be to prevent you from going down and discovering the essence of this game. . This shows that there is an independent will behind this game. But we all entered the base camp where the game script is located, but we did not find this will."

It’s not like Lin Sanjiu hasn’t thought about it. "That person must be somewhere else, right?" She raised a possibility, "After all, there are so many games going on in this world at the same time, and that will cannot pay attention to everything and everyone at the same time..."

“For a planet of this size, a data volume is enough.”

"...Oh."

"But the will here is obviously not a data body. The world they created is very strange," Yu Yuan said strangely, but there was no trace of doubt on his face. "The games and worlds produced in this way are relatively fragile. Without care and operation, the system is likely to collapse. Why do you take the form of 'text'?"

One of the factors that may cause the collapse, Lin Sanjiu himself, is moving forward step by step.

Thirty minutes before setting off, the two of them discussed why words in the center of the earth could become reality on the ground. After much discussion, the data body convinced Lin Sanjiu— - "It may be a projection function," Yu Yuan said.

"Projection?"

"Yes, the meaning formed by words is projected into the real world and becomes reality." He said at that time, while pointing to the group of words not far away, "You and I have never gone far, that is, Say, the text of the arcade game is right below the arcade game. This is a clue that makes me think that they are projecting reality directly onto the surface. They are the 'script' of reality, a projector."

Although he had no emotions, he was quite good at fighting, and Lin Sanjiu understood it immediately. So, in the office on the 60th floor, there is indeed a room blocked by a car at this time...

She stood there and thought for a while, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Wait, if it is projected directly upwards..." She looked up at the pure white above her head, although she could no longer see the path formed by the word "Guan". "I, I have an idea, I think I know where the gift bag is!"

"Oh."

She doesn't know where the next new game will be "written", but she can at least save the gift pack first. Lin Sanjiu rushed out a few steps, looked back, and said hello: "Are you coming with me?"

"I still don't quite understand why I keep following you." Yu Yuan followed slowly, "I can't find a logical relationship between your request and your reason..."

Lin Sanjiu ignored him completely.

She was filling Teacher Yi with all kinds of demands in her mind - Lin Sanjiu was the worst kind of boss at the moment: Although I can't provide you with much consciousness, but you There is nothing less to do, such as finding the apartment building where the gift bag was taken away on a vast white paper with no reference.

"I think it should be here..." Teacher Yi said hurriedly, "No, no, let me think about it again... Well, you may have deviated from sixty degrees just now..."

Perhaps she pressed questions too frequently. After a while, her own subconscious surface actually got angry with her. "I am you, don't you know? This is your ability, what can I do!"

It would be nice if I could ask the data subject, but Yu Yuan has never been to that apartment building. Lin Sanjiu, a little apprehensive, followed Teacher Yi's half-analytical, half-jumping master's guidance, and walked for another twenty or thirty minutes, and finally saw a vague shadow on the edge of her field of vision again - it looked like, It seems to be a new text group.

With the goal in mind, Teacher Yi immediately resigned; Lin Sanjiu became excited, greeted Yu Yuan, and ran away.

...She was right.

As she dove headfirst into the group of words, she felt like she had dove back into the lobby of the apartment building. This group of characters was far more complex and large-scale than any group of characters she had seen before, and she could not even recognize any of the characters, because all she could see were partial strokes, criss-crossing them like strangely shaped characters. Bone reinforcement. Lin Sanjiu turned a familiar road and rushed to the door of Apartment No. 1 - or rather, the door of that part of the text structure.

Ji Shanqing is not here.

"Gift bag?" She quickly turned around a few times, looking around the open space forming the patio and the second floor of intertwined text, and shouted loudly: "Gift bag? Where are you? I'm coming!"

It was quiet and there was no response. It seemed like she and Yu Yuan were the only two people in this vast white sky and earth, among these tall clusters of words.

"Gift package!"

"There seems to be no one here." Yu Yuan said while turning out from behind the wall of words. He seemed to have been observing the building just now. "The people, or individuals, who are running these games behind the scenes are not here themselves... If Ji Shanqing was indeed captured by them, and it seems likely to be the case now, then Ji Shanqing will not be on paper with him. The words are together, but will be on the operator's side."

"But when I heard him calling for help, I did see a pure white -"

"He may have actually been here for a while while being taken to the operator's side."

Lin Sanjiu didn't say a word. She kept replaying and analyzing the moment she heard the gift bag asking for help in her mind, trying to find any clues that she had missed before; while thinking about where he might go, she walked aimlessly in circles.

Behind this text building, just like "a shopping mall is like a battlefield," there are various text groups such as operating logic, game rules, content structure, and game characters. However, there was no gift package anywhere.

"Where is the operator? You said that the words here were indeed 'written' by someone... So where and how did the operator write it down?" She murmured, Looking up at the pure white above - she couldn't imagine that a pen tip would suddenly appear above her head, or a blinking cursor in a document, and she would start writing; besides, that was impossible, because above was the earth on the surface of the planet.

"I don't know either." Yu Yuan paused and said, "Since I came here, I discovered for the first time that there are so many things I don't know. I originally thought that the data body was already in the universe. The closest thing to an omniscient and omnipotent creature."

In this way, he can't be relied on.

The text, paper and operator were completely beyond her common sense. She struggled to even understand them, let alone decipher them? Lin Sanjiu bent down and just wanted to close her eyes and collapse on the ground. She wanted to stamp her feet, knock down the words, and tear the paper into pieces - the gift bag was missing, and Lily had turned into words. Even Bai Cong and Qian Dao, whom she originally wanted to help, were probably... too Already...

She raised her head.

"Do you have an idea?" Yu Yuan asked. The emotion of data classification is gone, but there is still a need for knowledge.

After they fell from the pipe of the building, Lin Sanjiu saw the text group of the building, the text group that ran regularly, and even the robot Huanhuan's text group - but, until now, she Only then did I realize that there were words that should have appeared but did not.

"Didn't you say that He Baihe shrunk in the elevator because the text was absorbed by the pipe and was being transported downwards?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't hold back her heartbeat, "We took He Baihe away on the way. Get up, so she was not absorbed and transported here. However, there were people in the other two elevators - where did Bai Cong and Qian Dao go after they were absorbed?"

"They must have gone to other places." Yu Yuan said quietly, "They would not have become part of the mall game~IndoMTL.com~Maybe the words that made up them were taken away by the operators and placed elsewhere. The place - oh, I see what you mean."

"Yes, I think so too. The operators have taken their texts to other places, which means...their texts will come into contact with the operators."

Lin Sanjiu released each word one by one, as if she was afraid that if she said it too soon, the idea would break away from her and run away. "You read me, you know. When I was lying in the ventilation fan of Qiandao's office, I used the [Hongyan Family Letter] to communicate with He Lily, and He Lily used the communicator to communicate with Bai Cong. They were still on the phone at that time."

Yu Yuan nodded, neither suddenly enlightened nor confused.

"And the liaison between her and Bai Cong... was given by me."

When Zhuan Weiwei finished these words, Lin Sanjiu had already taken out a liaison device from the card library.

"It may be too late to think of looking for Bai Cong now." She took a deep breath and said, "I can only place my hope on one thing..."

"What?"

"That is, when the operator gets new materials and texts, they will not use them immediately. Conceiving and writing take time. If the operator has no ideas and has not started writing a new game, maybe Bai Cong's text is still in his hand." Lin Sanjiu said while dialing Bai Cong's communicator. "It's quiet enough here. Most of the white paper has nothing to block the transmission of sound..."

From somewhere far away, the familiar contact prompt sounded slightly.