Global Trial

When Cen Heng came over, Ning Ge threw out another clue——

"Mist does not conduct electricity."

"Non-conductive?" Xia Mingdong asked back, and added after a while, "Is it not water, or does it have no impurities, or does it not conform to the common sense of physics we know?"

Water without impurities itself does not conduct electricity. If water conducts electricity, it is usually because of impurities in the water. The ordinary drinking water on the earth itself contains a lot of impurities. The fog not far away does not look like it has no impurities. , especially has a weird smell, but it does not conduct electricity, but glows instead.

Luminescence is a kind of non-thermal radiation light emission of matter, and it is also a phenomenon of energy radiation. It radiates light waves visible to the naked eye. The phenomenon of luminescence is the result of the interaction between external factors and substances, but generally the external effects stop and luminescence It will also stop slowly, but there will be a continuation period, which is much longer than the vibration period of light.

Luminescence generally has several causes: external light excitation, electricity, radiation, chemical, biological.

If in this world, the theoretical knowledge known to human beings can still be used, then first of all, the external light can be excluded, because there is no sun here, and we need to choose from several others.

"I guess...maybe it's the impurities that don't conduct electricity?" Cen Heng came up with a guess, "Of course it's just a guess, I'm wrong and I didn't say it."

"It should be true." Xia Mingdong said slowly: "It is that impurities do not conduct electricity. Although this world does not conform to the law of natural evolution, it conforms to the physical common sense system we know."

"Oh?" Cen Heng was puzzled, "How do you know this?"

"Because of the person who was killed." Xia Mingdong said calmly: "Only dead things can be received into the space box. That person is already dead, and his death and the process of being killed conform to the laws of knowledge we know, so I conclude that the law of knowledge here is the same as what we know, but the law of nature is different, and here...may not be the nature we are familiar with."

"This is an independent world, and it may be similar to the series of dungeons of the Chief Trial Officer."

At this point, he remembered, and asked Ning Ge again: "What is the voice of the person who reminded you of your five senses? Is it the same as the person who said to you Barabara at the beginning?"

Ning Ge shook his head: "It's not the same."

"Very good." Xia Mingdong said, "Eliminate the rubbish of the Chief Trial Officer."

Cen Heng asked weakly: "Isn't it good to talk about rubbish?"

"There's nothing wrong with calling each other trash."

Cen Heng: "...All right, so what should we do now?"

"It's quite easy to know that it conforms to the laws of physics." Xia Mingdong thought for a while, "Let's try to use less fire. After all, fog is water, and it will disappear when it is boiled dry."

Cen Heng vomited blood, this method is too casual.

"Or do you have a better one?" Xia Mingdong asked, "If you have a better one, I will listen to you right away."

Cen Heng: "...No."

"So prepare to ignite it. It doesn't conduct electricity, so it won't burn through?"

But it turns out that it really can't burn through.

Xia Mingdong and the others were very ingenious. They placed non-burning firewood near the mist and prepared to light it.

Many people look at you with the expression that you are crazy and want to die, don't take them, look at how these people are trying to die.

But unexpectedly, the fog has a sense of boundaries. As long as they don't try to cross the border of the entire "land", the fog will not try to attack them, even if they die.

But their death must be fruitless, and the mist remains motionless, like an unbreakable city wall, always standing in front of them to stop everything.

Xia Mingdong: ... Heh

After finishing the Burning Mist with no results, he was very environmentally conscious and put away the remaining firewood, and walked back to the original position. After Ning Ge confirmed that no one eavesdropped and no one used talent Finally, he said: "The surrounding fog is most likely the same prop."

"Props?" Cen Heng's voice almost changed, "You said it was a prop?"

"Of course." Xia Mingdong nodded, "Only props have such an anti-scientific effect."

Cen Heng: ...?

"Do you still remember?" Xia Mingdong asked: "When we were in the universe of humans and dinosaurs, we used props to hit bullets on the sun that entered the super red giant star period to absorb energy. The effect, given its function, is almost a property that can be said to follow the rules of words, which can make the mist ignore the common sense of physics, and become unafraid of fire, and even the fire will not evaporate."

Cen Heng: "...Suddenly I feel that it makes sense. If it is the kind of props with limited conditions, it is true that it has always been like that without triggering the limited conditions."

"So this should be one of the tester's props..." Xia Mingdong pondered, "The good news is that the props will not be boundless. The bad news is that we have to find the limiting conditions of this prop, or find a way to brute force it."

And Xia Mingdong himself advocates science and doesn't like brute force cracking very much.

Just at this moment, Ning Ge put his hand on his shoulder and pressed it a little harder. Xia Mingdong immediately realized what happened and looked up.

He saw a lone ranger walking towards them. The lone ranger had his eyes closed like Ning Ge, but he seemed to have very keen senses, and he could accurately avoid other people and even places with cracks.

The person with closed eyes sat next to them and asked straight to the point: "Ning, number one on the list?"

Ning Ge didn't speak.

Xia Mingdong asked Ning Ge: "Who are you, please introduce yourself first?"

This guy appears to be one of those with a slightly higher talent rating than him, probably number three.

"The third on the list." The other party introduced himself directly, "My name is Chu Jiu."

Chu Jiu seems to be a mixed-race child with a very complicated bloodline, and he has the special characteristics of the three types of people, forming a strange charm.

"Why did you try to burn the mist just now?"

"I'm sick." Xia Mingdong admitted very straightforwardly, "I wanted to die, but I didn't succeed."

Chu Jiu: "..."

The man chatted to death again, not knowing what to say.

"Is the news you got just now related to the mist being burned?" Chu Jiu asked again, "I can exchange it with props."

"No need." Xia Mingdong shook his head, "It's fine for everyone to be safe."

Chu Jiu: "...You mean you don't want to share any news about yourself?"

"I said it." Xia Mingdong clarified, "It's just that you don't believe it. We didn't get any useful information in the mist. I really wanted to die, but you didn't admit it, and we will continue to die. ..."

Chu Jiu: "..."

After a while, he sneered and asked, "So you guys refuse to answer any useful questions?"

"Nonsense." Xia Mingdong almost rolled his eyes, "If it was you, would you answer?"

Chu Jiu didn't say much, just got up and left.

Xia Mingdong decided to start doing handwork slowly.

It took them a few hours to reach this checkpoint. Cen Heng was big and consumed quickly, and gradually felt hungry.

He licked his lips indiscriminately, trying to hold back as much as possible, but Xia Mingdong saw him when he didn't want to.

Xia Mingdong asked: "Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"Yeah." Xia Mingdong said casually, "Then be hungry."

"……that's it?"

"Otherwise..." Xia Mingdong thought for a while, and asked sincerely, "Can you drink more water, I can still heat it up for you."

Cen Heng: "... Forget it, save your energy."

"Actually, I always believe that only magic can defeat magic, and only props can defeat props." Xia Mingdong stared at the mist not far away, "I have a prop that I want to try, but I'm afraid it will cause trouble for us."

Ning Ge was silent for a moment, and asked, "Dark night?"

"That's right." Xia Mingdong nodded, "That's the way to pull the lights and props. I want to see if the fog will still light up after the lights are pulled."

This level seems simple, but it seems to be the most difficult level Xia Mingdong has ever experienced, because this level does not give you any clear and directional clues.

The usual levels either have a background introduction, or have small questions as a guide to tell you the real cracking direction, but this level really has nothing, nothing, he can only infer a little bit slowly.

The currently known two possible ways to break the game are the body of this thing under the feet, or the fog in the distance.

One is an exile and the other is a prop, it depends on which one they choose.

Xia Mingdong wanted to say that this is really a fucking thing, he didn't want to choose any of them, and he wanted to die with the trial officer, but...

Xia Mingdong put his hand on the trident pendant on his chest, thinking about something.

Although Ning Ge couldn't see it, he seemed to be aware of Xia Mingdong's movements, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm thinking about how to kill the trial officer of this level." Xia Mingdong said, "I'm thinking about what will happen if I blow up this place, and I'm thinking about what new clues we can get."

"Don't worry." Ning Ge comforted in a low voice, "There will be a way."

"I also know there will be." Xia Mingdong smiled bitterly, "But I'm not a crow's mouth, I just have a hunch that this garbage level may release clues little by little, luring us to kill each other little by little, maybe when we are hungry After the body is empty, the level will release clues to break this balance and give us new guidance, but I don't want to do this, I..."

"Try the props." Ning Ge said, "Don't worry, no one will come, and no one can beat us."

Xia Mingdong took a deep breath to calm himself down. The deprivation of his five senses by this checkpoint made him very irritable. He really didn't want to see what Ning Ge couldn't see, which made him lose his usual calmness and rationality.

"Forget it, isn't it just fifty people?" Xia Mingdong said slowly, "I won't be afraid..."

As he spoke, he took out the props, preparing to use the props he got in the copy of the Chief Trial Officer series.

Before using it, he said to Ning Ge: "Help me pay attention."

Ning Ge nodded, closed his eyes and felt it quietly for a moment, and said, "It's fine now."