Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1525: Game template

This room is probably the smallest room in the entire underground space. It is simply a square cement shoe box. It has neither been modified nor decorated - only large and small, dozens of bright screens, high It hangs down from the ceiling high and low, forming a circle, surrounding the woman sitting in the center, dyeing her whole body with a mist-like silvery light.

She was originally a dark, shrinking, and silent person. But when she was sitting between the light of the screen, she looked as if something inside her body was also lit up - or in other words, she usually seemed to have lost her soul, but now her soul followed the light of the screen. Was photographed back.

Across a rotunda and many corridors, the chaos of noise, screams, roars, and howls was already like the lingering sound of a sleepy dream on a rainy night, vague and indistinct; precisely because of the The occasional waves in the distance made the room seem as silent as death.

Lin Sanjiu gently pushed the door open, and the door hinge made a "squeak" sound. Yu Yuan followed her quietly and entered the house.

The woman sitting in the middle of a circle of screens was startled when she heard the sound, turned her head quickly, and met her eyes. As if her soul was in danger of being lost again, her face turned gray; their eyes locked with each other, and no one said anything for a few seconds.

As she approached behind several screens, Lin Sanjiu opened her eyes and found that the other party's head was turned around, but her hands were still resting on the typing keyboard, as if she was facing an ignorant customer. As long as she As soon as she left, she would immediately get back to work.

On the screen, there are all the game scenes in progress; the participants look sad and confused, and they are in different mountains and villages in the background. The sound was turned off, and men and women shouted silently on the screen, ran, fell to the ground in silence, and lost their lives in the complete silence.

"You...what are you doing?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice. She couldn't tell whether this well-dressed woman was wearing protective clothing or not - she just felt chills in her lower abdomen, and she had no energy left in her steps.

"Writing games," the woman replied in a more subtle voice, with an unknown accent, very thick.

She looked to be in her forties, and even though she had become an evolved person, it could not hide the hardships she had experienced in the past; her face was gray and gloomy, and her eyes had long been worn out, like two dead fish. Eyes, messy and rough hair with strands of white hair in it.

"Why?" Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a long time before blurting out the first question that came to his mind.

This woman seemed to be unable to produce emotions strong enough to move the thick wood-like shell on her face. She said numbly: "This is my job."

Lin Sanjiu looked at her dumbfounded, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. The other party seems to be afraid of her, but it's not obvious; it seems that she wants to go back to "work" early, but she is a little indifferent - why is a person who is like an empty shell so obsessed with writing games?

"This is my job," the woman repeated.

"Are you confused about the situation?" She seemed to have a weak mind, and it was difficult for Lin Sanjiu not to consider this possibility. "Don't you know that the evolvers on the screen trapped in your game are all real people? They are all living human lives, don't you know?"

The woman looked at her blankly and said "Ah" to show that she knew. That way, it was as if she was asking, "Don't you know that red beans are red?"

There are people who enjoy writing games, and Zhou Xian is one; but at least when their own lives and safety are threatened, everyone else behaves normally and knows that self-protection is the most important thing - no one At this juncture, seize the time and sneak back to continue completing the game.

"Then you——" Lin Sanjiu was completely speechless. She and the other person seemed to have the same language, but in fact they didn't; she felt that she might understand a parrot better than this woman.

"This is my job," the other person whispered. "I don't care about anything else. This is the rule."

After a pause, her mind seemed to slowly turn to her next sentence. "I don't want to lose this job, it's pretty good."

Lin Sanjiu could feel goosebumps exploding on his skin.

"I won't leave even if you ask me to leave," the woman continued, "I haven't finished writing the game yet."

Lin Sanjiu raised her hand and pushed aside the screens in front of her, opening a path for herself. As soon as she made a move, the woman got up from the ground in a panic, watched her retreat, hit the screen behind her and quickly got into the corner without stopping.

Ignoring what the woman was doing, Lin Sanjiu bent down and looked at the only white screen with text written on it.

... It’s a very simple game, without complex and redundant rules and without strict constraints, it can hardly be called a game.

This woman doesn't look very smart, and the game she wrote really doesn't require any brainpower: anyone who falls into this game will get a pair of extremely sharp long scissors. All protection, props, abilities, and physical strength are all temporarily disabled. No matter men, women, old or young, they all have the same physical strength. During the thirty days and nights that the game continues to run, they have to use long scissors to cut other people's body skin and cut a slit. Just a few points, no food, no water, no rest or sleep - because there are more than ten people, all crowded into a room of less than 100 square meters, and everyone is coveting the opportunity to cut others open 24/7. .

When Lin Sanjiu slowly straightened up, she asked softly: "...Did you write this with a template?"

"Yes." When the woman answered, she found that the other party had moved to another corner.

"Show me your template."

This sentence seemed to fall on the deaf ears, without arousing any reaction on her face. Lin Sanjiu yelled a few more times, but the woman showed the same insect-like silence, just standing there with her head bowed, silent.

"Yu Yuan," Lin Sanjiu was no longer willing to waste another word on her, so she turned around and ordered: "Help me find the game template here - I want to take a look."

Yu Yuan walked into a circle of screens and bent down in front of the document. He quickly grasped a general idea of ​​how to operate a heterogeneous system. After a while, he pulled out PPT-like files one after another for Lin Sanjiu and said, "Look, No. 6, it should be This is the template she used."

Lin Sanjiu looked away from the dull woman and focused on the screen.

This template couldn't be simpler.

"Gather 2-unlimited people in a limited space," the PPT-like page said, with only one sentence: "Let them all strive to do something that scores points. Thirty days later Those whose scores reach ___ points or more can leave freely."

The two were silent for a while while facing the document. Lin Sanjiu felt her stomach suddenly feel heavy and greasy, churning and making her feel sick; then, she looked at several other templates - they were all simple, so simple that they could be called boring.

She watched three or four of them in total, and she didn't even spend five minutes.

Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyes, sighed, and whispered to Yu Yuan: "I really wanted to let them live."

Although that woman was not very smart, she immediately reacted when her life was at stake. As soon as these words came out, before Lin Sanjiu could turn around, she had already rushed towards the door without saying a word - she was not agile and quiet enough, and the sound of footsteps could not escape Lin Sanjiu's ears; when the latter turned around When I was there, I happened to see her rushing out of the door in a panic, her back flashing past the door.

Lin Sanjiu was not in a hurry.

With her speed, she can let the woman run for a while; besides, she now looks like someone who just vomited a lot, always a little weak - not really physical, as if from Deeper down, waves of nausea and weakness arose.

She slowly opened the door and walked into the corridor outside, as if taking a walk.

The woman was panting and running away in front of her, but she couldn't remember to call for help. Perhaps it was because she knew no one would come to save her; this quiet scene of running for her life was a bit like what she saw on the screen. those evolvers.

Lin Sanjiu just followed slowly like a ghost, her footsteps seemed light and slow; but no matter how the woman in front turned and ran away, she just couldn't get rid of her - the two of them together One after the other, a strange and quiet hunting was formed. ~IndoMTL.com~ When the woman threw herself into the small hall where the "straw" was, a figure jumped up. There was no one else in the foyer at this time, and it seemed that they had all disappeared long ago - but it was obvious that no one chose to leave this underground space.

In the transparent pipe, the corpse that was killed by the collision between the upper and lower boards still remained in place, floating in the middle of the pipe in a blur of flesh and blood, and a large amount of blood was slowly flowing down the pipe wall.

As soon as the Trembling Lord saw Lin Sanjiu appearing with the woman, his expression suddenly changed.

"I'll take care of her," he shouted without even turning his eyes towards the woman: "I don't believe it anymore, she can't strangle me to death with protective words! I can't handle this kind of thing. Never heard of it!"

It would be really troublesome if he put on protective writing again. Lin Sanjiu glanced at him, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether he was wearing protective gear or not; but she was too lazy to care about it now.

As the Trembling Lord stopped in front of him, the woman who had never said a word from beginning to end suddenly seemed to have some motivation. She turned around and rushed towards the direction of the rooms of other game creators. He never glanced at the trembling Lord behind him.