Global Trial

"Trial officer 17 has felt your desire and call for the dungeon, so you are not welcome to enter the dungeon."

When Xia Mingdong heard the first sentence, he laughed directly.

The times are advancing, and the lines of the trial officers are also changing, and they have become unwelcome.

Xia Mingdong felt that he might be blacklisted by various trial officers, but he didn't know how to refuse his arrival.

Trial officer 17 was surrounded by an oak tree, which was exactly the same as the one they had just seen in the virtual earth, and the surrounding environment was also exactly the same, Xia Mingdong could even feel the scorching sun near the equator and the office buildings in the distance, as if the office building The outer dark green glass is exactly the same, as if they never entered the copy.

But the existence of 17 let him know that he has entered the copy.

"This is the fifth dungeon you have experienced in the dungeons of the chief trial officer series - the favorite residence of the chief trial officer."

"This is the mirror projection of the virtual earth. You can transform this space and turn it into the chief trial officer's favorite residence, even if the task is completed."

Dungeon: Chief Trial Officer's favorite residence (in progress)

Dungeon Requirements: Change the environment in the dungeon to what the Chief Trial Officer likes the most

Progress: not cleared

Reward: None

Xia Mingdong asked directly: "Tell us the content of the mission so easily, the danger should be somewhere else."

17 smiled without saying a word.

"I'm quite curious about one thing." Xia Mingdong said while looking at the dungeon: "The tests of these dungeons were set by the chief trial officer, or by you trial officers who helped supervise."

17 said very simply: "It has always been fixed."

"So that is to say, every trial will have a copy of the chief trial officer series. The trials are the same, and the final rewards are also the same."

"Then what if no one clears the level?"

"It has nothing to do with us." 17 said indifferently: "That is the life of the tester."

"Then it looks like we're lucky this time." Xia Mingdong said bluntly, "I'm here, so I'll definitely pass the level."

17: "Not necessarily, don't be too confident in yourself. The probability of clearing all the copies of the General Trial Officer series is less than 1%. According to your words, you need the right time, place and people to pass the level."

"The time of day." Xia Mingdong pointed to the sky, "Look how good the weather is today."

"Good location." He pointed to the oak tree not far away, "Look at how fertile the land is."

"Renhe." He gestured to the four of him, "Our relationship is very harmonious, and there is no more harmonious relationship."

17:"……"

He never knew that "the right time, the right place, and the right people" were actually used in this way.

Xia Mingdong smiled, "Do you know why I asked you whether the content of each assessment is the same?"

17 looked indifferent and didn't want to answer.

"Because I know." Xia Mingdong didn't take it seriously, and simply asked and answered by himself, "I know what kind of residence the Chief Trial Officer likes the most. This question is like an open-book exam for me. The difficult thing is how to construct it. come out."

17 was a little shocked this time: "You know, how did you know?"

"That's why I say that I am the chosen one."

The Chosen One is carefully observing the dungeon environment at this time.

This dungeon only put forward the task requirements, but did not tell them how to transform it, nor did it say what kind of method to transform it, nor did it even give other clues.

Therefore, Xia Mingdong didn't know how to transform this place into a black hole for the time being.

He doesn't have a celestial body with a gravitational force as great as a neutron star, let alone a tool for making gravitation, and he doesn't have the ability to cover the sky and the sun. He doesn't know how to turn this place into darkness.

So it is back to the question review link that has not changed for thousands of years.

The transformation mentioned here is not necessarily a real transformation, what the dungeon requires is to change.

If they really can't transform, then find a way to make the environment here change instantly.

How to find it, and how to modify it...

When he was concentrating on thinking, Ninge suddenly said: "The top of the oak tree just lost a leaf."

Xia Mingdong looked at the luxuriant oak tree, and admired Ning Ge's observation ability, "Is there anything else missing?"

"There is also a little less light on the glass over there." Ning Ge pointed to the building not far away. The glass outside the building refracted bright dark green, but in Ning Ge's mouth, the refracted light on the glass was a little less.

The things in the dungeon are disappearing, if they are not transformed in time, they will perish along with the dungeon?

No, maybe it's not necessarily that simple. Disappearance doesn't have to be the dissolution of things, it could be something else.

Xia Mingdong thought for a moment, then took out the dagger, and quickly drew a line on his finger. The blood dripped on the grass, and slid down the green leaves into the soil, leaving spots of blood on the leaves.

Ning Ge frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to do an experiment to see how this place melts slowly..." Xia Mingdong said in a low voice, "I want to know whether it melts according to the physical rules I know, or according to the physical rules I don't know. "

"In the candy house." Xia Mingdong said, "everything in the candy house defaults to follow the physical rules we know, but after the candy house, we have encountered too many worlds that don't follow the physical rules we know, so I want to know How did it dissolve."

"Wait..." Cen Heng scratched his scalp, "Does this have anything to do with our transformation of the environment here? Shouldn't we try to find a way to transform the environment here?"

"Yes." Xia Mingdong murmured, "But if this place keeps melting, then how do we transform it?"

Cen Heng was stunned, this is really a big problem.

If this place is melting all the time, how are they going to transform it? Will it be too embarrassing for their rear feet to disappear as soon as their front feet are transformed...

"So if the ablation of the world is not resolved, no matter how we transform it, it will be in vain." Xia Mingdong said, looking up at the sun in the sky.

The sunlight is very dazzling, as dazzling as the sunlight in the virtual earth, it is the light that he cannot look directly at, and it will sting his eyes.

After watching for a while, he kept blinking, feeling that his eyes hurt and were crying.

Ning Ge came over at some point, wiped away his tears, helped him treat his fingers with healing tools, and said softly, "The blood is a little less."

"Even the soil is slowly shrinking."

Xia Mingdong said to Cen Heng, "Lend me your pistol."

"The one with bullet tracking?" Cen Heng happily took out the pistol and handed it to Xia Mingdong, "Here."

Xia Mingdong took a pistol and fired at the sun in the dungeon.

The bullet aimed at the sun and disappeared into the vast sky.

Cen Heng looked at the direction where the bullet disappeared, and asked doubtfully, "What are you doing?"

"Determine whether our world really exists." Xia Mingdong said, "If it exists, then the bullet will have a target. If it is just a fiction, or a fiction in the sense of the entire physical space, then the bullet will not have a target."

"Now the bullet has a target and can be shot, proving that the world is a real existence in the physical sense, not a simple mirror image."

Cen Heng didn't understand this tongue-twister explanation at all, his eyes went dark, and he felt very confused.

Xia Mingdong asked Ning Ge: "Has Trial Officer 17 melted?"

"Also, have we melted slowly?"

Ning Ge was silent for a moment, and said: "17 has not ablated, we have not for the time being."

Just temporarily, not forever.

This sentence is very depressing.

This dungeon didn't seem to be in any danger, and even apart from them, there was only one trial officer who would not actively attack them, but it made them feel unprecedentedly depressed.

Because there is an ablation of unknown cause here, and they can't find the reason.

This is a feeling of powerlessness, so powerless that even if they blow it up with a black hole bomb, there is no way to change it.

Xia Mingdong was silent for a while, the smile on his face disappeared.

Cen Heng went around in circles in the dungeon, and couldn't help but whispered after a while: "What the hell is this place, why do I feel so uncomfortable."

Even Ren Sheng, who had always had facial paralysis and insisted on talking as little as possible, said, "I don't feel well either."

"Who isn't." Xia Mingdong said, and suddenly smiled again, "It doesn't matter, there will always be a solution."

At this level, they have to face unexplained ablation and transform the environment here. The key is that there is no clue yet.

This seems to be an unsolvable situation, because under normal circumstances, they should not even know where the Chief Trial Officer lives.

But Xia Mingdong is different, he not only knows, but has been there several times.

"There is bad news." Xia Mingdong said directly, "According to the situation that my blood will ablate, we may also gradually ablate. It should only be a matter of time."

Cen Heng: "...this feeling is really scary."

"I think of ALS." Xia Mingdong's voice became very soft, "It's a very beautiful name, but it's also very sad. You can only watch a little bit of your body lose its function, but you can't do anything about it. Our technology It doesn't even explain the cause of ALS."

"We are a bit like ALS now." Xia Mingdong said, "Of course, it's not. At least we can come up with a solution."

"What way?" Cen Heng's eyes lit up, as if a terminally ill patient had new hope, "What can we do?"

Xia Mingdong looked at Ning Ge with a smile, and blinked, "Honey, do you understand what I mean?"

Ning Ge nodded.

Cen Heng: "..."

Why let him watch his brothers show their affection at such a critical time.

Xia Mingdong tilted his head and said casually: "We will perish, but there is one person who should not perish."

"Right?" He stared at 17 and paused, "You're not going to perish, are you?"

17's appearance is a little more serious, he is a man with cold lines, he seems to have no big emotional ups and downs at any time, and he doesn't have any other expressions when facing Xia Mingdong's almost threatening words.

"You can try it."

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Xia Mingdong: Someone gave me the nickname "Trial Officer Killer"