Human dimension reduction

Petrosha’s idea cannot be said to be unreasonable speculation. From the fact that he has obtained some autonomy, we can know that there have been some problems in this game. Since there can be one Petrosha, there is no reason why there cannot be a second, The third one, in fact, Petrosha had long been prepared for other npcs to gain autonomy, but he didn't expect that this day came a bit late.

And... too coincidental.

Yes, for him, Edward's appearance was so coincidental that it seemed like a conspiracy.

He didn't appear in the middle of the game, but at the beginning of the game reset, and even picked him up in the position of the new player so precisely-you know how big the Siberian Plain is, and the probability of encountering a comatose person in it is No matter how small, anyone with a brain will feel suspicious about everything.

What's more, Edward is the older brother of the previous gamer, and the two brothers appeared one after the other. There are so many coincidences that Petrosa, who was already suspicious, couldn't ignore it.

Edward lowered his head to do his own thing, and let Petrosa look at him calmly.

Of course he knew what the other party was hesitating at the moment. This unlicensed wild priest was probably wondering whether he was a player or an npc.

Edward also knew that there were many doubts about his appearance, but so what?As long as he is determined to play an npc immersed in his own world, what can Petrosa do with him?Of course, he can kill him to test whether the world will be reset due to the loss of players, but this crude and efficient method has too many disadvantages for the cautious Petrosha, and he should not let it go easily This new companion who can explore more information.

So the conclusion is that no matter whether Petrosha has a way to prove Edward's identity, he must cherish this only... "companion" at present.

Everything in the world is made up of various information, which interact and eventually lead to different results. The key to the success of many unimaginable schemes is that the winning party has more information, which is the same as There is a reason to send spies during war, just to get a lot of information that can make your side win.

Edward's victory does not require so much information, he only needs to ensure that one piece of information can be mastered by him, and it is enough for him to master it from beginning to end.

That is, he already knew that Petrosha was an NPC with autonomy.

As for his own identity, it is just a seemingly important but not so important smoke bomb. In the end, only Petrosha is the only one who cares about this issue. Let Petrosha worry about it. .

All he needs to play now is an npc who looks like an npc but also looks like a player...npc.

But a newly awakened npc doesn't know what player, game or npc it is. He is just doing his elder brother's duty to find his lost brother. What other people think has nothing to do with him?

"Perhaps... I assume you know a little about cooking?" It was Edward who broke the suspicious silence, holding a big Leba in each of his left and right hands, with a serious expression, as if he had encountered some century-old problem.

Petro moved his head, pondered for a moment, and suggested gently: "Put it in the water."

Edward relieved his tense shoulders and nodded, "I think so too."

As he said so, he raised his hand and threw the two big Lebas into the boiling water, so fast that Petrosa, who wanted to stop him, didn't even open his mouth.

I said "it", not "them", Petrosa thought silently, he had eaten boiled Daliba for countless weeks in the past, and in this hunter's cabin There are only two big bars that can satisfy its hunger, and soaking dry things in hot water is its only way out.

However, in the past experience, Petrosha always faced this pot of unspeakable things after waking up. This is the first time that he proposed to make this thing... Although it is not very constructive, it has not even stopped the two parties. Put the double viscous boiled dalieba into the pot.

A large Lieba weighs one and a half catties, and two of them are stuffed in together. One can imagine what a tragic scene will be in the pot after being boiled by blisters.

"... After I escaped from the manor, I froze and passed out in the snow. I saw a child who looked very similar to you in a daze. He probably didn't see me. In fact, I just passed out after just a glance. Saw him walking west."

The release of the dark dishes is inevitable, Petrosa shifted his eyes and began to bring the topic to Richard.

"West side..." Edward raised his head. Of course he couldn't see anything to the west through the wall, so he quickly turned his gaze back and nodded to indicate that he had received this pitifully small amount of information. "Speaking of which, you haven't told How should I be called?"

"Petrosha Mikhailovich Belinsky, you can call me Peja or Petenka." Petrosha obviously took care of the mentality of people whose names were not as long as his own, and was kind. Desirably, two convenience options are provided for selection.

"Mr. Belinsky," Edward rejected Petrosha's overtures with actions, and chose the most polite and unfamiliar way of answering, "Thank you for the information you provided. I will leave here after the snow stops."

This was the second time he mentioned the fact that he would leave immediately, as if impatiently drawing a line between him and Petrosha, expressing euphemistically and implicitly his desire not to be too intimate with him.

It was the first time for Peijia to be rejected in this way, and she smiled silently. He didn't speak but was very confusing when he laughed, elegant and weak as if he could be blown down by the wind, ruining the sturdy national talent of riding a bear and hunting wolves.

The shame of the bear is nothing more than that.

After being baked by the fireplace for several hours, Petrosa finally managed to recover some strength, got out of bed and squatted next to the iron pot with Edward, holding the slightly bent iron spoon... That's right, It was still the spoon that had made great achievements, and each person shared the pot of unspeakable things equally.

Unlike Edward's explicit dislike, Petrosa stuffed a lot of steaming food into his mouth quite calmly, which was the energy source he needed to survive, and he was wearing a quilt temporarily lent to him by Edward The cloak was tightly wrapped around his body, and the shapeless body under the thick cloth looked even more frightening.

Due to Edward's indifference, Petrosa was basically the only one talking among them. The blond boy sat cross-legged by the fireplace, stuffing the polished piece of wood into the bottom of the firewood, and baked both sides with high temperature and embers , turning it from time to time, Petrosha sat cross-legged on the bed and watched, holding the violin without a bow in his hand.

After he ran out of the manor, he threw away the bow in order to mislead the guards. The bowless piano was lying on his lap alone. A very elegant and beautiful lady.

Within a few minutes, Edward would give Petrosha a shout out to the lively atmosphere, similar to throwing a few grains of food in front of a tired hamster to cheer it up again. This time he chose Petrosha as his hand. Li's piano as an entry point.

"Very good violin." Edward seemed to praise casually.

Petrosha stroked the smooth body of the piano, pressed his fingers on the strings, and bent his eyes when he heard this: "Oh, this is one of my mother's relics. It has been passed down to her for 100 years Many years old, a beautiful lady called 'Gabriel'."

He introduced the priceless treasure in his hand - after losing the matching bow, it is difficult to define the value of Gabriel, but it is no problem to be better than gold of the same volume.

Petrosa simply used the violin as a plucked string instrument. His fingers leaped over the strings lightly and nimbly, and the light and graceful notes flowed out of his hands. This is not difficult for Petrosha.

The hut fell into a long silence again, only melodious and agile notes were flying lightly.

The heavy snow turned into a blizzard at night. Edward stood by the window and frowned, obviously worried about his little brother who didn't know where he was. The stove was plugged in, and the flames rolled and brought a huge amount of heat, making the room as warm as spring.

The next day, the wind and snow did not stop, and the water in the pot was almost boiled dry, and the paste gave off a slightly burnt smell, which made Edward stay away, and Petrosa shook his head helplessly: "So at that time There shouldn't be two..."

As soon as he said that, Edward gave him a calm look. The boy with blue-gray eyes smiled kindly, took the pot from the iron hook, and went out to scoop up snow and replenish water.

The windows were covered with thick snow, and nothing could be seen outside the window. Petrosha, who had put down the pot, walked to a higher snow slope on the side against the wind and snow, broke off many branches roughly, and planted them on the snow slope. A crude pointing sign was set up - pointing in the direction of the hunter's hut.

He would do this every time, which is why the lost Ivan would suddenly find the hut.

He returned to the hut with the pot in hand. Edward, who opened the door for him, quickly scanned the outside of the house, but found nothing worthy of attention. He turned sideways to let Petrosha come in, and then said abruptly: "Mr. Belinsky, It's been a while since you went."

Petrosha hung the pot on the iron hook and stirred the snow in the pot: "Huh? Because the wind and snow outside are a bit heavy, and... dear Edward, you should allow me a little private space to solve personal problems."

The corner of Edward's mouth twitched, and he closed the door silently, not dwelling on this issue any longer.

Petrosa sat in front of the fireplace, plucking the strings lightly. As time passed, the smile on his lips became obvious, as if something good was coming.

"Thank God, there is indeed a hunting house here... Hey, kind people inside, can you open the door for me?"

A rough and hoarse male voice sounded.

A note broke in his hand.

Familiar lines appeared.

Petrosa looked at Edward without any difference, and the tension in his eyes was perfectly expressed. This time he sat there motionless, not intending to get up and open the door to respond at all.

He was testing Edward.

Give him all the options, just like a most qualified npc, put all the power to promote the plot in the player's hands.

Petrosha is familiar with the options that players can make. Facing this Ivan, the game gives three choices, one is to obey, one is to obey on the surface, and then run away on the road, and the other is to immediately resist.

The most suitable option is the second option. If you choose one, Ivan will sell it to the superior of the rebel army, and then you will fail all the way. If you choose three... the player will be killed by Ivan on the spot.

Ivan's physical fitness is not for show, especially in a wooden house that lacks suitable weapons. This game also requires players to kill people by themselves. The high-realistic graphics make it impossible for most players to kill them with one blow. The chain was lost at the last moment. It can also be said that this option is simply a trap set by the game, and the success rate is extremely low.

Under his gaze, Edward stood up and walked to the door. Instead of opening the door immediately, he asked politely, "Are you a traveler lost in the snow?"

There was a sudden dead silence outside the door.

Then a voice with a strange meaning replied: "Yes...you—you, please let me go in and warm my body."

Edward gave Petrosha a questioning look, then raised his hand and opened the door.

"Hahaha, look what I've found, noble-boy!"

It's the familiar roar again. If this kind of line is repeated twice, it will look particularly funny.

The wind and snow outside the door rushed into the room with the man's rough roar. When he saw the clothes on Edward's body, greed appeared in his eyes, and he subconsciously withdrew his foot that was about to kick someone - such good clothes, If it gets dirty, it won't be easy to sell.

The majestic man grabbed Edward's shoulders with his hands, pushed him into the room, and closed the door with his backhand. After seeing Petrosha, he became even more excited: "Two—two bastards! Today is Ivan's Lucky day!"

He babbled on the set of words with the same general meaning, while yelling and scolding the fat-headed nobleman, while fantasizing about his happy life after getting rich, from time to time, he mixed words that threatened the two of them.

This time he had a treat for two teenagers, maybe both teenagers, a little more menacing than Richard, who was clearly a child, and he used Petrosa to make hemp rope for his waistbands It was torn, and the hands of the two were tied into a string.

Petrosha, who had lost his trouser belt suddenly, could hardly maintain the smile on his face.

When Ivan's snoring sounded in the hut, the two teenagers who were tied together looked at each other, and at the same time moved their bodies and put their hands on the flames of the fireplace.

The tongue of fire licked the hemp rope, and quickly burned the dry rope. Petrosha stretched out his hand and kept his hand under it. The flames scalded two blisters on his hand. Edward lifted the rope when he threw away the rope. I looked at him for a while, but said nothing.

Petrosa gently blew on the two blisters, and asked Edward what to do next with his eyes, perfectly playing a qualified npc.

And Edward's movements are resolute and natural.

He pulled the long-worn chip out of the fireplace.

The wood chips that have been dried by the fire and high temperature have a deep liver color, and the edges and tips are carbonized black, with an extremely sharp and hard texture. The second half of the wood chips has been ground into a shape suitable for grasping. It looks like a somewhat ugly dagger.

But Petrosha knew very well that despite looking ugly, the carbonized wooden dagger was absolutely unparalleled in sharpness.

Edward held it, and lightly approached the sleeping Ivan. Petrosha's smile froze a bit, so he chose the third option?But it is very difficult for players to successfully kill Ivan, but if he is an npc...

His anxiety and hesitation only lasted for a short time, and the boy over there had already stabbed the dagger into the sleeping lamb's neck.

He chose to cut off the carotid artery. This move surprised Petrosha, and his thoughts of suspecting that Edward was a player suddenly faded a lot.

No matter how powerful the players are, they will not have such experience in killing people. From other players, we can see that the society they live in is a stable and peaceful society. Most people seldom see dead people a few times in their lives, so they can kill them so neatly. Those who take other people's lives, unless they are heinous murderers, are mental patients with certain brain problems.

And from the rationality of Edward's calm choice of lifeline, it is impossible for him to be a crazy mental patient.

As for the murderer...Petrosha is not yet able to tell whether a person is a bloodthirsty murderer or not.

Lowering his eyes and waiting for Ivan to take his last breath, Edward wiped off the blood on his face, turned his head, and saw Petrosha walking behind him at some point, Edward was a little uncomfortable with the close distance, he glanced at Glancing at the burn on the opponent's hand, his tone was gentle: "Why, do you want to condemn me?"

Petrosa's smile remained unchanged, he raised his hand to wipe away a drop of scarlet blood from the corner of his eye, and gently denied: "No, I'm here to ask, Eddie...do you need an accomplice?"

His sudden intimacy obviously made Edward a little overwhelmed. The suspicion and vigilance in the emerald green eyes were about to overflow. Facing his guard, Petrosha's smile became wider and wider, and his eyes fell on Ivan: "Leave the aftermath to me. I happen to be good at this matter."

Good at dealing with aftermath...? !

Edward raised his eyebrows and watched as Petrosha dragged Ivan out of the door by himself, buried him in the snow like last time, even finished his prayers in a serious manner, raised his hand and shook the blood on the dagger, He showed a smile similar to that of Petrosa.

"May God bless you too, my dear accomplice."

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I gather the bones of lambs,

The tenderloin of lamb, all rotten,

Draining the fragrant blood in the veins,

These cold bones, cold leftovers...

I gather the bones of lambs,

Pray that they return to the embrace of the Lord,

Then crawling, the snow-white fruit

Give me sweet, pure, bloody

accomplice.

——— "The Book of Truth: The Devout"