Human dimension reduction

firewood……

Oh no, that poor lamb was being tossed off the bed slowly by Petrosa.

The wooden house was not big, and Petrosa's methods were too brutal and bloody. The whole house smelled of blood, and the bad living environment dropped a few notches again.

Richard, who had witnessed the murder scene the whole time, remained silent with no expression on his face. He kept his composure that was too out of place in front of Petrosa, who was suspected of suffering from a second-degree illness, and waited for the strange fanatical emotion on Petrosa to pass. After that, he changed his posture and moved a little away from the bed.

"You did it, you clean it up," said Richard.

Petrosa turned his head and looked at the man on the bed whose limbs were limp and his hands and feet fell out of the bed. His gaze stayed on the man's thick and fat stomach for a moment, and he felt a trace of regret like never before.

In an instant, he turned back to the sickly sick patient who was about to die.

"Cough cough cough cough... I'm a little dizzy, I think I need some medicine, it seems that the fever is getting worse..."

He pretended to cover his forehead with his hands, muttered to himself, and tried to sit down next to Richard to show his weakness. In all fairness, his acting skills are really good. If you ignore his hand The iron spoon still dripping blood, the blood-stained clothes, and the blood starting to dry on the cheeks, the effect of this performance is enough to make any hard-hearted person feel compassion.

However, Petrosa only got a look of contempt from the only audience.

Are you embarrassed to let a child clean up the mess for you?

Richard's eyes were filled with such words.

Petrosha felt very amused, at some point, his moral bottom line will become very flexible, such as now.

But the last person to clean up is still the culprit, and the reason is the same. At certain times, Petrosha's moral bottom line will be very flexible. When he meets someone he feels interested in, his tolerance threshold will also be will become unusually high.

To put it in a somewhat blunt way, in front of valuable people, he will be the most perfect lover, brother, relative, and friend in the world.

...If you don't think too much about it, it's actually quite comfortable to get along with this kind of person, because he is always so considerate.

Petrosa searched the whole body of the poor lamb, and found a piece of butter cheese wrapped in oiled paper, half a jug of spirits, a pair of silk stockings belonging to a lady, and a palm-sized paper shell with some kind of pattern drawn on it. — something like an organization's ID, half a box of matches, and a fairly sharp dagger.

He also took off the poor man's clothes rather unceremoniously. Although it was covered with blood, it was not useless.

Then, the frail Siberian wild priest struggled to grab the other's thick arm, dragging him out little by little.

Firewood, and the people who carry it.

This scene overlapped with what someone had seen before.

But why?Could it be that the scenes he has seen will happen in some dungeons?It's like he once saw Lan Yin when he was in college, and later Lan Yin really appeared in the Dungeon of Modu, could something else... be found in other dungeons?

So there is really a problem with the Earth Online that belongs to him. The data of the two servers has been connected for some reason, and he is the tester who was accidentally selected. He enjoyed watching the first version of the vr short film a few years in advance. treatment...

—and ended up in a mental hospital.

He wasn't angry, but felt that the game's customer service was too negligent. Shouldn't the testers be sent an email to let them know?This kind of rotten street process even the Sanwuhei Workshop will do it to perfection in order to deceive people. What a terrible company will forget this procedure.

The former game producer criticized the operation of this unknown company in his heart, and secretly wrote down future complaints in a small notebook.

By the way, when he was thinking about these things, he even opened the door for Petrosha, who couldn't spare his hand.

"Thank you." The Siberian boy with a handsome face and a gentle face nodded to him reservedly and tenderly.

"You're welcome." Richard responded politely to Petrosha, letting him pass by, watching the boy who was coughing and laughing inexplicably dragged the heavy corpse out of the door little by little, when Ivan's foot fell After stepping out of the threshold, Richard immediately slammed the door shut impatiently.

It was too cold outside, and after opening the door for a short while, the temperature in the room dropped a lot. Of course, it was also because Petrosa moved too slowly.

Richard rubbed his cold fingertips, climbed up to the window, and gently wiped off the cold white frost on the top of the window. The heavy snow had already blocked most of the window. He looked at the window through the palm-sized gap at the top. The blond-haired boy bent his back, panting three times as he took a step, and dragged people forward with difficulty. Ivan's feet plowed a deep and long ravine in the snow, and blood stained a pale pink path. .

It was as if Petrosa had stepped out of a path covered with cherry blossoms.

At this time, he didn't seem to feel the cold anymore. Although the wind and snow were blowing on him, and the too thin clothes were blown close to his body, Petrosa just covered his mouth to prevent the cold wind from blowing into his mouth. He couldn't see the other person's expression clearly in the wind and snow, but Richard could see an inexplicable tranquility and leisure from his back.

It is similar to the priest standing on the platform of the sermon, holding the scriptures and reciting the words of the Lord to the believers. Because of the firmer, nobler and loftier beliefs, a gentle and powerful calm is exuded from the soul to the body. temperament.

Petrosa didn't go very far, he stopped under a tree in front of the wooden house, half kneeled in the snow and hastily dug a big hole.

The snow that hadn't frozen solid was very soft, and as the snowflakes scattered, a tomb big enough for a person to lie flat was soon revealed. Petrosa pushed Ivan in, and patiently put his hands together on his stomach. Then he knelt aside and recited a short eulogy.

The murderer was praying devoutly for the dead, and the funniest thing in the world happened like this.

After reading a eulogy, Petrosa quickly buried the person in snow, and tried to make a cross pressed on the tomb.

"May you rest forever in the arms of the Lord." With sincere compassion in his blue-gray eyes, Petrosa patted the snow on his clothes and walked back on the pink path he had come from.

The snowstorm in Siberia is really terrifying. In just a few minutes, the deep gully is about to disappear. As Petrosha moves forward, the blood-stained light pink snow road cup is slowly covered with new snow, waiting for him When I walked to the door of the wooden house and looked back, the world was already a piece of pure white without any abnormality.

As if all evil never came.

The power of nature is extremely terrifying. After entering the door, Petrosa went straight to the fireplace, curled up with long hands and feet, wishing to stuff his whole body into the fireplace to bake, his side face was illuminated by the orange flames, The slender and pale fingers like spider legs entangled and rubbed each other nervously, trying to squeeze out a little extra warmth from the dry flesh.

At this time, he was completely different from the person who was calm and peaceful in the wind and snow just now.

Richard thought his change was particularly interesting, and tilted his head to look at him for a while, the dialog box in his sight was still persistently floating beside him, trying to get a little bit of poor attention.

——But Ivan, who is one of the protagonists of the options, has been lying peacefully outside in the ice and snow. It seems that it doesn't make sense to choose this question. Richard only cares about one thing that he didn't care about before.

It stands to reason that the game should be made for players to play, including this option, which should be for him to choose and practice. Whether he chooses or not in the end, the initiative to promote the plot should be in his hands.

But Ivan was killed by Petrosa.

To correct it, it was killed by Petrosha without the player—that is, his promotion, inducement, and interference.

The result is nothing worth noting, it is the premise that matters.

By analogy, the tool man npc who plays the role of the player's companion in the game suddenly violently killed the clue npc that promoted the plot for no reason.

One string of game data, another string of game data is erased without instructions.

...The key is this precondition, "without instructions".

This is a behavior that is extremely contrary to the inherent logic of the game, and can even rise to the classic sci-fi theme of machine rebellion.

Because the dungeon characters he had experienced before were all highly intelligent, Richard didn't notice anything wrong with Petrosa's behavior at all for a while, until he accidentally glanced at that pitiful dialog box just now.

The nature of this dungeon abruptly reminded him that this is a game, no matter how intelligent the characters are, they should follow the internal logic, and one of the most important features of the game is: the discovery and promotion of all plots are player-led.

Otherwise, what is the use of this game for players?Be a camera that turns the map?

Petrosa suddenly raised his head, with a timid smile on his face: "Richard? What are you thinking?"

His eyes have a special color, they are always covered with an unpredictable layer of haze, they look deep and gloomy, when staring at a person like this, they are like two wells with deep water, with a damp and dangerous breath .

Petrosa stared at Richard thoughtfully for a long time, as if trying to figure out what he was thinking. Richard suddenly found that the pile of things found from Ivan before was thrown by the fireplace, including That sharp dagger.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed child kept his expression unchanged. He walked over and forcibly sat in Petrosa's arms, and aggressively stuffed his soft and warm body into the boy's hands. The other party shivered twice due to the water stains on the clothes that had not yet dried, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Can't you take off the clothes and dry them first?"

Petrosa slightly raised his hands in a daze, staring at the sudden extra person in his arms. This posture was a bit stupid, similar to a squirrel that came out to forage on the spring and summer plains but was targeted by natural enemies. This kind of animal sometimes Foolishly raising two paws, it looks like someone trying to surrender with a belly full.

Richard didn't look up, and pulled Petrosa's hand down to surround himself. This feeling of being surrounded by others is very good, especially in the cold winter, he let out a comfortable sigh, and turned his head to The last pestle was pressed against the opponent's chest, and the left hand was lazily pressed on Petrosha's hands, while the other hand casually grabbed the paper shell with the strange pattern on it and looked at it: "The painting on it is What?"

Petrosha lowered his head and looked over the top of the child's blond hair. After a quick glance, he understood: "It's the ID card of the rebels. Most of them can't read, so I use this pattern to prove it." Identity, at least it can avoid being bullied by the rebels. But this kind of thing will soon be useless. People who know a little bit about calligraphy and painting can imitate the paintings, and the rebels themselves are also selling places in exchange for wealth. Within a few months, you could see that the whole of Siberia was part of the rebel army."

An identity, if owned by all, is utterly useless.

Richard flipped the paper case, probably because he couldn’t get enough paper—paper was also a luxury item at this time. This paper case was cut from a soft cigarette pack, and the soft and fluffy edges were Dark smudge.

On the back of the paper case is the writing of the production company, which is abruptly broken in the middle of the letter Л, like a person with legs stretched at a loss.

Richard stared at the legged letter for a moment, then asked casually, "Does Pejia dislike being dominated?"

Petrosa was still staring at the lovely golden hair, and asked casually, "Why do you think so?"

"Because that's how Peijia behaved. Didn't the man just want to order and dominate Peijia, so he lay outside?"

Richard still spoke with a little childishness, but Petrosa didn't care about this childishness.

"Is that how you understand it?" The down-and-out nobleman in Siberia pondered for a moment, "Speaking of it barely, this kind of understanding can't be regarded as wrong, but it's not completely understood."

His words were obviously too complicated, even if he didn't face Richard directly, he could still imagine the child's frown.

"I don't mind following other people's orders, but he has to prove that he has the ability to control my freedom. Depriving others of the power to think and choose is a very serious matter. The smartest people in the world invented order, and the stupidest Humans try to break through the order and spread freedom, but controlling one's own destiny—this is a very difficult thing, whether it is to bear the destiny of oneself or others, it requires great courage and wisdom."

"And I..." Petrosa paused after saying such a string of specious words, smiled slightly, and sighed, "Bishop, I can't give up this pain and foolishly entrust my fate to a stranger."

... This is obviously suspicious and arrogant. The only one who can express his distrust of others so freshly and refinedly is Petrosa, a wild priest.

He obviously said before that the Lord made people shepherd the lambs in the world, but he couldn't abandon himself when he came to him, what a man with double standards!

Richard cursed a few words in his heart, pinched the paper shell and threw it back and forth, asking casually: "Then what if...Peja finds out that she has become a character in the game? "

The smile on the corner of Petrosha's mouth slowly flattened, and he said softly, "The - character in the game?"

The child's clear voice was faintly sweet: "Ah, it's the kind of command game, where you can manipulate the servant to act as yourself in the game, and then let him do various things under your orders... Does Pejia like this kind of game? ?”

The young down-and-out noble fell silent.

"I don't like it." After a long time, his voice without any emotion sounded.

Richard moved back and forth in his arms, turned half of his body sideways, the light and shadow of the flames on his slightly bulging face swayed slightly, like the reflection of the devil laughing wildly: "Doesn't Pejia like this kind of game?"

Petrosha put his arms around the child in his arms, his chin pressed against his head undeniably, his voice was a bit vague: "I don't mind being a character in... the game, my birth, family, self, all All kinds of species can be arranged and designed, just like the Lord gave me life, there is no difference in essence, no matter what He is, I am grateful for the existence that made me born."

"I just don't like repeating, over and over, over and over again, with different stupid idiots, you can tell the truth at a glance."

Petrosa's voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper. He hugged Richard and slowly swayed from side to side. This gesture had a strong soothing effect—if he didn't hold the dagger in his hand.

Richard's fingers were pressing on his hand holding the dagger, which was limited to the length of the child's arm. They obviously reached out to grab the dagger at the same time, but he was unlucky enough to grab the dagger, and just pressed Pate abruptly and embarrassingly. Rosa's hand.

The young man looked down at Richard, and smiled very gently.

"When did Richard find out?" He asked, and nodded without waiting for the child to answer, "I see, I was a little impatient this time, was it your turn to make a choice just now? Get rid of this idiot."

"I'm very sorry, this will probably cause you to lose a lot of game experience." It is a bit scary to hear such words from an npc in the game, especially this npc is holding a murder weapon in his hand, and 10 Just killed another npc minutes ago.

"I didn't intend to be so radical at first, but you are so interesting, so I couldn't hold it back." Petrosha had a sincere apology in his eyes, his blue-gray eyes were covered by long eyelashes, and he smiled peacefully.

Richard didn't care about his terrifying words at all, and seized the time to search for information: "When did Peggy know about it?"

Petrosa has a good temper with the dying person: "I forgot, in short, being rescued by different people in the snow, and then experiencing exactly the same thing, and then suddenly remembered, But the quality of players who enter this game is really different.”

He couldn't help sighing, it is his instinct to get useful information from others, but it only took him less than two hours to learn the truth of this world, the player who was honored to be tricked by him is still stupid I regarded him as my best partner, until I was inexplicably killed by him when I was about to pass the level, and I didn't understand what happened.

Petrosha thinks this world is too boring, all players are equally stupid, and they will not have any vigilance against him as an "npc", as long as he says, they will all accept it, like a group of innocent people The lamb, according to his heart to explore the whole world.

However, sometimes they will suddenly become assertive and insist on going to a certain place, saving a certain person, or doing a certain thing...

This sudden out of his control made Petrosha very unhappy. Since they offered him freedom in exchange for a pleasant game experience, then he would naturally arrange their games properly and suddenly want to tear up the game. The contract takes what has been given to him...

It really made him special, special dissatisfied.

Just like this chaotic and disorderly world full of disputes, wars, and blood, everyone holds the freedom of self-righteousness and rampages foolishly.

"What will we experience after that?" Richard hit the point and started the main plot of the game Empty Gloves.

Petrosa tilted his head, his golden brown hair covered one eye, and spoke softly, "Richard...doesn't seem to be afraid at all?"

Richard paused and raised his chin: "If you have the ability, kill me? If I call for help, I'm not a man."

Full of a childish tone of pretending to be strong, as well as bluffing and sternness.

Petrosha smiled silently: "This is a very big world. They said that this game has six landing points, one of which is Siberia, and I am the npc who guides this landing point."

He said that he was extremely calm when he was an NPC, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

"If you follow me, it is probably the route to conquer the world. I will help you gain the leadership of the rebel army east of the Yenisei River, and there will be support from the nobles along the way, and then detour across the Volga River and the only remaining cavalry of the nobles. Convergence, help you get this team, and finally go north to flatten Moscow and conquer the whole of Siberia..."

Petrosa summed up the plot lightly, throwing words like "obtain" and "conquer" casually without money. In the game, this should indeed be a route that satisfies male players' desire to conquer.

But why do words like "favorability" appear inexplicably in the dialog box? Its words don't look like friendship cultivation, so this is a love game for female players in the shell of conquering the world?

But Petrosha obviously ignored the sweet love story.

He introduced the plots he had experienced countless times in clear and well-done language, and quietly pressed the hand holding the dagger to the child's neck.

He has done this many times to murder players in various ways. This game has no save function, and it is a holographic game with link consciousness. According to Petrosha's speculation, the players who were killed may be in their Reality has also fallen into a kind of deep sleep, and now this...

Sensing the cool breath of the dagger, Richard remained motionless, and finally asked: "Every time a player enters, it is a new life for Pejia, so what is the most impressive death of Pejia? "

This question doesn't have any profound meaning, it's just his curiosity.

No matter how tough a person is, there is a limit to his psychological endurance. Petrosha, who has experienced so many deaths, is in a sense the strongest person he has ever seen. Human specimens are of great significance for exploration, so he couldn't help asking this question casually.

"The most impressive death?"

Petrosha's hands paused, and the chill of being covered in ice and snow suddenly flashed through his mind. Every new birth is the pain of dying. Waking up from dying, this feeling of dying and waiting is very scary, but Petrosa has long been used to it.

He slept soundly and drowsily between half-life and half-death, stepping on the thick snow from far to near to approach, and finally stopped by his side.

Another new player.

He waited silently. He knew that an option would appear in front of the player at this time. Whether he could start this life was up to the player's choice, but so far, no player had chosen to throw him into the ice and snow to die of.

After an unknown period of time, a pair of warm hands lovingly pressed against his neck, and then... slowly tightened.

Petrosha had no power to resist at all, he was just a little surprised that someone would really choose this option that no one had ever chosen, or would they do it themselves? !

Why?what did he findWhat does he know?

He smelled the faint fragrance of roses on the other party's body that did not belong to Bingxue.

With an indescribable emotion, he obediently dipped into the sweet and sentimental darkness of death, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a blond-haired and blue-eyed child.

"May the Lord grant you rest in peace."

The sharp blade cut through the child's slender neck. Richard's hiding was useless in such a small space. Petrosa calmly blocked the wound with his clothes to prevent the blood from spraying everywhere.

It could have been a relatively long game, but unfortunately maybe it was disturbed by that man, or maybe Richard was too sensitive. In any case, the game of being seen through the identity is no longer interesting, Petro With drooping eyes, Sha gently arranged the clothes for Richard, who was out of breath, and sat calmly on the spot, waiting for the reset of the game.

——What kind of person will the next player be?

he thought casually.

And on the snowy field several miles away, the players who had obtained enough information also showed the same smile. The blond, blue-eyed, blue-eyed king who looked like a holy son pulled his scarlet cloak and looked in the direction of the wooden house in the distance.

After getting the general plot of the game and enough information, this evenly matched game can finally start.