The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

Brother Yue looked that it was useless, but he kicked through the door panel directly, and before his foot landed, he raised his knee and made another kick.This time the damage was even greater—the lock was still connected, but the other side bounced straight away, and loose-leaf and sawdust flew all over the sky in an instant. The battle was like blasting an enemy bunker with a rocket launcher.I inadvertently noticed that Fan Wujiu had been prepared for a long time and grabbed Bian Yao in front of him to shield him from the dust. The silly snake actually stood in front of him with an honest face.

"Who! Who is it!" Johnson yelled and jumped up from his chair.

He stood up in a hurry, the office chair slid back, accidentally caught the headphone cable, and peripherals such as headphones and VR glasses got tangled and fell all over the place.He was about to reach for his mobile phone, but Brother Yue had already stepped forward and approached him, and quickly slapped one away—the mobile phone flew out and hit the wall, making a crisp sound.The man sitting opposite Zhuang Chen also stood up, and at the same time, Fan Wujiu behind Bian Yao disappeared at some point.I saw a black shadow passing by "whoosh" - he first hooked the power strip next to the table, all the power cords were loosened, and the four huge screens on the two people's desks suddenly went black, and then Raising his hand, the other man's cell phone was already held between his index finger and middle finger.

The man looked not much older than Johnson, probably less than thirty.He moved his masseter muscles, and his nostrils dilated slightly. He could see that he was very angry, but he still tried to keep calm.The man gritted his teeth and said, "Give it back to me."

According to the legend, the gentle and elegant Fan Wujiu pinched the two ends of the phone with both hands, easily turned it to 90 degrees, and then threw it back on the table: "Here, I'll return it to you."

"Who the hell are you?" The man sullenly said, "Break into private houses? Destroy personal belongings? Don't think it's okay if we can't call the police now. There are cameras everywhere in this building, and you can't escape."

Brother Yue turned around and asked, "Did you see the camera when you came in?"

"Not at all." Fan Wujiu spread his hands, "How can people who engage in illegal activities live in a place full of cameras?"

Brother Yue: "What's more, what I'm doing is illegally stealing other people's privacy. I don't know how much information a small camera can reveal."

Fan Wujiu raised his eyebrows: "It's true, I think even if I give them a call now, they won't dare to call the police."

The singing made Zhuang Chen and the man look stupid. After a long while, he noticed Bian Yao and me beside the door, recognized him and said, "It's you! You two are the players this time!"

When he mentioned this, the other man also remembered something: "It's you!"

Fan Wujiu explained kindly: "At that time, I wanted to participate in the game, and this guy gave me an interview."

I nodded, pointed at Johnson and said, "This is the guy who cheated us."

Johnson frowned: "What is pitfall? You are all actively participating in the game on an equal and voluntary basis."

"Equality, voluntary?" Bian Yao sneered, "Locking the door and holding two poisons to choose one is equality? Let's talk about voluntary?"

Johnson sneered: "It's obvious that neither of you is below, I guess, you two are not high school students either."

The other man was obviously not in the mood to reminisce with us, and asked with an angry face, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm your Xiaohong, dear KP." Brother Yue said.

"What!" the man exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you here? You just...then you?"

I raised my hand and shook it: "Hi, I'm George Zhang, this is Jack Li, and that..."

Before I could finish speaking, the interior and four walls of the entire room had all twisted and contracted, like a wriggling stomach, swallowing us in one bite.

At first I thought it was because the dizziness of entering the spirit realm lasted particularly long this time. After a while, I realized that this dizziness did not come from the slight illusion of weightlessness after the mental body was withdrawn from the body, but from the source In the setting of this spiritual domain itself.

"Where is this place, a large-scale psychedelic disco scene?" I was speechless.

The whole spiritual space is not small, but it is extremely crowded visually. There are a large number of LCD advertising screens around us, constantly scrolling and playing colorful images.Red, blue, purple, and green neon lights overlap each other, with heights and heights scattered one after the other, like a mirror house made of translucent screens.To put it bluntly, it seems that all the billboards in Times Square in New York have been pulled down, and then rubbed together with the urban rubbish of the movie "Blade Runner" and "The Fifth Element", and then repaired with poor quality up.And in the center of this chaotic mirror room, between the flickering of a certain screen, I vaguely saw a transparent cabin in which Johnson and his partner stood.

I looked around, all I could see was optical pollution, and I couldn't find a place to rest my gaze.I took a step back unconsciously, and the place I stepped on was also lit up. In an instant, all the display screen speakers made sounds at the same time—and it was disharmonious noises in different bands, and the sound of electromagnetic interference was buzzing. I felt like a popcorn being pointed at by eight phones.

Dizziness, vertigo, tinnitus... My five senses could not be purified for a moment, so I had to close my eyes to rest and cover my ears with my palms—although I don’t know if such deception has any effect on what happened in the spiritual world.

But the next moment, someone grabbed my wrist and gently pulled it away. When I looked back, it was Fan Wujiu.

"Lesson one, never close your eyes and ears," he said.

"Hmm..." I blinked uncontrollably, and even had physical tears.The surrounding lights and shadows were too dazzling. I looked at the ground and found that the "floor" we were standing on turned out to be a huge touch-screen keyboard. Whenever we moved it, it would step on an area.

"First of all, after you enter a spiritual domain, unless you initiate it yourself, there is a high probability that you will come to an unfamiliar environment, such as here." Fan Wujiu said, pointing to the flickering screens around him: "In this way, you need to observe, but don't jump to conclusions, because many spiritual domains will have intentionally misleading designs. Especially in combat conditions, most of the environments shown to you by the opponent are carefully designed battlefields. "

I nodded: "In Xiang Wuzheng's spiritual realm before, we thought his weapon was a drumstick, but we didn't know it was actually a whole drum—the drum skin was mistaken for the ground of the spiritual realm."

"That's right, that's it." Fan Wujiu nodded, and casually knocked the ground with his heel—another wave of noise attack immediately.

Brother Yue said dissatisfied: "Hey, it's very noisy."

Fan Wujiu casually raised his finger to indicate that he understood, and said, "However, maintaining a spiritual domain requires extra energy, and this is also the price of fighting in a familiar environment."

Although I am very grateful for his patient explanation, but now we are being dragged into the spiritual realm by the organizer of SIP, and the attack will come at an unknown time. It seems that he is a bit disrespectful to the enemy when he walks around to explain the meeting.

The other party obviously thought the same way. Johnson and the man whose name we don't know—his partner stood behind many screens, looking at us sullenly, planning and preparing for something.

"So, that unknown brother, you are KP, and Johnson...is one of the players?" I heard Bian Yao ask.

A close-up of Johnson's face appeared on a screen directly above Bian Yao. He opened his mouth, and his voice was close at hand: "He is KP, I am the system, we don't play our own game, we are just dealers."

"So behind the KP is actually the result of the joint operation of two people," Bian Yao said, "As a KP, he interacts with the players in the game, and you are responsible for monitoring the process outside the game, modifying the environment, and according to the results of the dice and the direction of the plot. , using their own abilities to place corresponding stimuli.”

Johnson didn't seem to expect such a little information he provided, but Bian Yao completely straightened out the logic, shut his mouth and didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"No, so who is Tie Zhu?" Brother Yue asked softly, frowning.

"Iron pillar?" Johnson asked inexplicably, but he didn't get entangled here: "I don't know what you think you understand, but now you are on my territory, and only I can understand the digestive system. Besides, this is not a world that you can escape by taking off your earphones and glasses. Your every move is under my control. As long as I want, you can all experience the feeling of losing [-] san points in an instant. "

The other party obviously didn't know the fact that none of us took his medicine at all. I tried to further digest what SC Johnson said before: "So SC Johnson and that man are partners, and they run this game system together. So the SIP organization Are there other moderators? Or is it that all games are actually made by the two of them.”

Fan Wujiu snapped his fingers in front of me to call back my attention: "Don't pay attention to him, go back to what we just said - what kind of person would sacrifice energy to maintain such a complicated spiritual domain?"

I looked around and shook my head.

"Look at Xiaoyao's spiritual domain, it is a very simple black and white chessboard, because he belongs to the physical combat department, the spiritual domain is just a battlefield, a carrier, and its form is not important." Fan Wujiu said, "So we When you come to this place, your first intuition should be that the opponent's ability needs to rely on the environment created by the spiritual domain to function. In other words, these gaudy tricks are a necessary condition for the opponent to exert their ability, and maybe even the ability itself. "

"Oh——" I nodded half-understanding: "Then what should I do? The golden scissors are physical weapons, so it's okay if I can see the enemy, but if the opponent is hiding in the distance, It feels a little tricky."

"That's right, so the first thing you have to do is to turn the current situation into a combat situation that you are familiar with and in your favor—if you want to stand closer to hit him, you have to get closer. "As he spoke, he waved his hand casually, and directly smashed a fast-moving obstructive LCD screen with his bare hands, and continued: "Judge the enemy's attack range, at what distance can you hit the opponent, but the opponent is not easy to hit?" It’s yours. Based on this distance difference, you need to quickly find out the best distance between you.”

With my mouth half open, I just felt that this set of combat theories was too profound, or too far beyond my ability, so I muttered: "Then what should I do..."

"But the first step before that, you have to determine where the enemy is." Fan Wujiu said.

I pointed in the direction of the transparent hut: "It's probably there."

Fan Wujiu asked back: "Really?"

I was not sure for a moment: "I saw it just now, but the surroundings are too noisy, and now I can't see clearly."

"So the real first step is actually to get rid of these blindfolds first." Fan Wujiu turned around, looked at the virtual diodes flashing all over the sky, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's like performing an operation. The chest cavity of the patient was injured, but it was full of blood, and there was no way to do it. A good vision is the basis of success."

"This analogy kind of confuses me." I trembled and said, "But..."

Fan Wujiu: "But?"

I pointed to SC Johnson on the nearest big screen. "But you said it's all a gimmick, and they look like they're going to blow up."

What responded to us was a huge noise—I felt like I was standing in front of all the speakers needed for a concert of [-] people. If I didn’t open my mouth, I was afraid that my eardrums and heart would explode at the same time.The next moment, I saw a huge screen moving towards me. It was obviously just a lifeless board, but it was whistling and murderous.I subconsciously wanted to find an angle to avoid its attack, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the screen on the right had moved to me and slapped me to the ground.

"Aw!" I yelled in pain, and suddenly saw a shadow covering my face.When I opened my eyes, my pupils dilated instantly—a billboard fell from the sky and was about to hit me.

Everything happened too fast, and I witnessed this sign approaching me at an alarming speed—it was a huge poster similar to the sides of a highway, embedded with steel bars, full of weight, and the ends of the wires were sparkling. I have no doubt that I will be smashed into a meatloaf.

Spiritual Pie.

But the next moment, I felt the neckline suddenly tightened, and someone pulled the clothes on my shoulders and pulled me away.I looked back, Fan Wujiu picked me up with one hand and stood up.In the confusion, I was distracted thinking—whether Zhai Qi or Brother Fan looked thin, where did the strength come from? Lifting a person as big as me is like lifting a rabbit.

Before I could get my question out, I saw another semi-transparent screen coming from behind him again.

"Brother Fan, be careful!"

The twenty-centimeter-thick LCD screen was shot directly on the back of his head—several spider webs cracked on the screen, and then shattered all over the ground.However, Fan Wujiu staggered and didn't even blink his eyes. He was even a little puzzled and muttered: "What hit me?"

"Brother Fanfan, Fanfan, are you okay?" I said in horror.

"Why are you stuttering?" He grabbed me and threw me out, "Xiao Yao, here you are."

I slid about ten meters on the smooth floor, and the bright blocks made the sound of finger-playing the piano one by one, and more billboards were driven by this sound, and fell down one by one.Bian Yao took over my guardianship, dragged me away, and led me to deftly avoid attacks from all directions.There is no so-called safe "watching area" in this spiritual realm. I said, "This is a bit like Xiang Wuzheng's spiritual realm. The battlefield itself is a weapon."

"No, this place is not like any other place," Bian Yao said, "This is not a spiritual domain in the traditional sense, and the other party is not a person with abilities in the ordinary sense, both of them are monkeys."

I was surprised: "What?"

"I don't understand how they did it. Maybe it has something to do with their ability to display their abilities through the Internet. I guess they didn't know how to know the existence of capable people and spirit bodies, and they used their own unobvious spiritual power It has been enhanced by some technological means, and it has become what it is now. Not only can it model in a VR world, modify the scene data instantly, but it can also strike the mental body of others very accurately." Bian Yao said.

"Cyber ​​Spirit Realm, can you describe it like this?" I said, "It's amazing, and this is the first time you've seen it?"

Bian Yao: "Yes."

"We are not monkeys! We are humans, you are monsters!" Johnson roared, his voice blasting from all the screens in all directions, as if KP was speaking to us through every speaker and radio around him in the game.

I flicked my ears and asked, "So what do we do next?"

Bian Yao came close to my ear and whispered: "Because the other party is a monkey, and has no natural sense of smell for capable people, it's as if you can't tell who is who. That is to say...they don't know Brother Yue and Brother Fan. What is it?"

I said, "I don't know what Brother Fan is, so what is he?"

"No, you don't understand." The expression on Bian Yao's face could almost be regarded as sympathy, "They will die a miserable death."

I paused for a moment when I heard the words, then understood, and subconsciously searched for the location of the transparent hut.The flickering lights and the non-stop scrolling information made it difficult for me to concentrate on Johnson and Johnson. Instead, I stared at Brother Yue's movements with bated breath.Bian Yao glanced at me and asked, "What's your expression like?"

"I'm just very excited, nervous and excited." I rubbed my hands together, "So will Brother Yue become a wolf? If he becomes a wolf, how to hold a weapon? What cool weapon will Brother Fan turn into? I'm looking forward to it! Yes! A sword? Or a tachi? An ax? A spear?"

Bian Yao said with a half-smile, "It's a long-range weapon."

"Long-distance?" I said, "Brother is a bow and arrow, so is Brother Fan?"

Bian Yao turned his face sideways: "Who told you that spiritual weapons can only be cold weapons."

I was stunned and said, "What?"

"A weapon is just a carrier, a medium to help you gather power and then send it out." He shook his head: "It's not right to say it's a hot weapon, but it should be an 'ice' weapon. "

I blinked: "Did you tell a bad joke just now?"

The next moment, I saw that Fan Wujiu had disappeared at some point, and Brother Yue's fingertips were surrounded by a cloud of ice-blue snow mist with a cold light.The mist gradually condensed into a solid body, and he folded his five fingers together, and a silver pistol with a beautiful shape and a gorgeous shape appeared in his hand.

With his arm drooping, he lightly pulled the trigger. With a loud "bang!", all the screens "squeaked" at the same time, and the signal was interrupted for a moment, and then slowly turned on again—— — A hole was blown out of the touch screen ground at Brother Yue's feet, leaving behind a wisp of blue smoke.

At first I thought it was the smoke effect after shooting, but it took me a while to realize that the white mist was fine snow.Countless ice slags burst out from the place where the bullet exploded, and the cracks in the screen were instantly covered with frost, like a windshield at minus thirty degrees, all white.Not only that, those frosts spread rapidly like a virus, and soon came to our feet who hid far away.The cold air in the spiritual domain suddenly became overwhelming, and the entire touch screen floor was covered with a whole layer of white ice shell, no matter how much you stepped on it, it would no longer light up.

"Gun?!" I exclaimed.

"If the bullet hits you." Bian Yao poked my heart with his finger, "All the blood vessels in your body will turn into popsicles."

The next moment, a sudden change occurred, and the hundreds of neon lights and billboards wandering in the spiritual realm all turned around and moved crazily.Like well-trained robots, they quickly shrunk the encirclement around Brother Yue as the center, and rushed towards him, trying to squeeze him into a pulp.

Brother Yue didn't take a step back, raised his arm again, and precisely hit the screen closest to him - the moment the bullet made by the power of the ice blizzard penetrated the screen, it was frozen into a thick block of ice.Under the action of gravity, the ice cube fell to the ground with a "boom" and broke into several pieces.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The deafening gunshots sounded rhythmically and quickly, and all the screens flying in the air were shot from far to near, as if they had hit a circle of protection with a radius of five meters around Brother Yue. The hood fell down "plop plop".One shot after another, I couldn't keep up with his speed just by looking at it, but Brother Yue just stood there, his right leg turned slightly because of the side angle, his left leg barely moved a step, his arm was steady Holding it, it can be regarded as a performative shooting of hundreds of electronic screens - all the screens were shot at almost the same position.The gunfire lasted for 10 minutes, until there was no screen left in the entire spiritual domain, only glass shards and ice fragments remained on the ground.

Brother Yue showed a bored expression—every time Chu Huaixing invited him to school to watch theatrical performances, he would always show this look: "It's back to the practice day when I was a child and played the moving target."

Now, the originally overly noisy and crowded Cyber ​​Spiritual Realm returned to the open space, surrounded by darkness, noises and disturbances all disappeared, and it was almost too quiet, but the aftermath of those noises was still buzzing and echoing on my eardrums.Tens of meters away, the small glass room that was finally exposed stood alone.Now I can finally see clearly that it is a place similar to the main control room, which is full of control buttons and instruments, and the two Johnsons who were originally there are missing.