Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1515: Inside the conference

Lin Sanjiu quietly glanced at the time under the computer.

Nearly fifteen minutes have passed since she followed Zhou Xian into the house; as the "ninth game creator", it was about time for her to say goodbye and go back to "write games" - but when she looked up, she I found myself trapped by a problem that I had not considered before.

...The room door is closed.

She remembered that when Zhouxian entered the house, he clearly did not turn around to close the door, and it was even less likely that she would have closed the door on her own initiative. Now that she thought about it carefully, it was probably because the door itself was not the double wooden door that she saw. If you leave it alone, it will slowly slide up on its own.

Only now did she realize this, and it was too late to stamp her feet. Could she still ask Zhou Xian to open the door for her? As the ninth game creator, she can't even open the door?

Fortunately, while Lin Sanjiu was thinking about what to do, Zhouxian didn't notice at all that she should go back. His attention was now devoted to the game - although there were still two days before the game was finally completed. In three days, he had already named it, "Do you remember?", and now he was thinking about what punishment should be given to the player who remembered it correctly.

That kind of focus and dedication is enough to be named outstanding employee of the month in any company.

"If you delay for a while longer, he will realize that you should have left long ago," Teacher Yi reminded.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the vague door behind the screen, and then at Zhouxian - after thinking about it, she really didn't know how to get him to open the door for her without being suspected; she had been beaten. After that, Zhouxian had already taken precautions and kept wearing protective words on his body, even if he used force to force him.

At least for the moment, she still had to pretend to be fascinated and bite the bullet and continue to stay.

"Or will it be struck by lightning? Will you die?" Zhouxian muttered, deleted the text on the screen, and looked at the cursor and hesitated. "You can't die, you have to suffer a lot... like that Russian dog..."

What Russian dog?

Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, she realized that he was probably talking about "Pavlov's dog."

Is it possible that he intends to make players feel physiological discomfort or even fear of recalling real historical experiences through repeated punishments, thereby turning their memory into a piece of plasticine that can be rubbed?

While a feeling of discomfort rose from her stomach, an idea suddenly came to her.

Lin Sanjiu quickly pulled out the [Hongyan Family Letter], took out a pen, and said to Zhouxian: "You are really experienced, let me make a note." Without waiting for the other party to respond, she began to write - "Yu Yuan? Are you still there with Poe?"

Zhou Xian was flattered by her words and actions. He laughed loudly and became unusually humble: "Others have also written several good games. You can ask about them and learn from them. Experience."

Perhaps this is an opportunity to bring the conversation to the apartment game.

"Really? Is it as difficult as this?" Lin Sanjiu immediately asked deliberately, "What impressed you most?"

"Let me think about it..." Zhouxian took his hand off the keyboard and his eyes wandered into the air.

Yu Yuan’s response appeared on [Hongyan Family Letter].

"I'm still here. Poe just told me that new arrivals are more likely to become victims, giving the remaining people a few more days to stay. Of course, he always wanted to distance himself from the relationship, saying repeatedly that he I never do anything wrong." Yu Yuan's text paused for a while and said: "I can now control this corpse better. After the activity started, the spots on the corpse have also lightened. Poe should have completely believed that I am A living person, because he said the words "It turns out that the word death has no effect on us" twice. He was showing his kindness to me, asking me if I had a boyfriend, and saying that he could take care of me."

What is this all about?

"Can you find an excuse to trick Edgar Allan Poe into coming to Zhouxian?" Before Zhouxian could speak, Lin Sanjiu hurriedly wrote, "For example, shouting at him to get out...he wouldn't If you open the door, I won't be able to get out."

Of course, she can't let Edgar Allan Poe notice her, and Yu Yuan can't let Zhou Xian find him - this is naturally within the scope of the data body's consideration, and she doesn't need to say more.

After almost finishing the last stroke, Zhou Xian turned his head towards her.

"There is a robber game. Although the rules are simple and straightforward, you have to keep following and you will find that the simplicity is also very exciting. That game constantly requires players to rob and kill, no matter who the target is, and basically does not give any breathing space. If you don’t have one item, you will be considered a loser. In the end, there are many people who have a mental breakdown... There are also sophisticated ones, and there is an elephant in the room..."

Yes, the person who wrote that game should be here too.

"Elephant? Who wrote that?" Lin Sanjiu resisted waves of substantial nausea and turned her gaze towards him. Yu Yuan's brief "I'll give it a try" was still the last sentence on the paper.

"It was originally a template, who rewrote it..." Zhou Xian couldn't remember the key part, "I can't remember clearly, anyway, it's not Edgar Allan Poe or Queen of the Night Star. Someone who often comes out to dance."

It’s a template again.

"I prefer apartments," she said tentatively, "Has anyone written any apartment-type games?"

"No," Zhouxian said without interest.

It seems that what he doesn't know means that he doesn't know anything - obviously he doesn't feel that he needs to think more about other people's affairs.

When Lin Sanjiu realized that his eyes were on the time on the computer screen, she couldn't help but feel nervous; unexpectedly, Zhouxian was silent for a while, wondering what he was thinking about.

...What's going on?

"Oh, it's been so long?" Just when she was filled with doubts, Zhouxian's eyes swept across time for the second time, as if he had just come back to his senses from some distant place. "Is it time for you to go back and start writing your own game?"

"Oh, yes," Lin Sanjiu responded casually. Can you let him go to his room and take a look? The problem is, where did she get the room? She doesn't know where the female corpse lives.

"Let's do this, I'll see you off," Zhou Xian suddenly pushed away his chair, stood up, and walked towards the screen. "There are always new people here, and I've seen a lot of them, but you, my little brother, are quite to my liking."

...What does it mean?

Although her doubts were still there, Lin Sanjiu knew that it was suddenly no longer a problem for her to go out. When he turned around, she quickly left the words "Wait a minute" for Yu Yuan on the paper~IndoMTL.com~ and followed him a few steps - when Zhou Xian opened the door for her and stood aside, Lin Sanjiu was about to take a step out of the door, but suddenly stopped.

She turned her head and looked at Zhou Xian.

The latter had half of his face swollen and was looking at her under his thick eyelids with blood stasis.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the walkway leading to the rotunda again. It was empty, with no one around, but there was a strong, almost uncomfortable feeling all over her body, as if there were several pairs of eyes looking at her unblinkingly in the void.

"Let's go," Zhouxian waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Yu Yuan said that they would maintain a gap in numbers in order to extend their stay. Newcomers, Poe said, are more likely to become victims. Zhou Xian said that there are often new people here.

Even just putting these puzzle pieces together is enough to make people realize what these eight people are doing-not to mention, the sense of surveillance in the corridor outside is almost like a giant eyeball attached to the door. The same thing made Lin Sanjiu's skin crawl.

Taking the young girl's place, she is now the ninth person.