Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

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conscious presence

What is true in this copy?What is fake?

The real existence of things is a philosophical issue. There are some opinions in the academic circles that the color of things that people see depends on the judgment of the brain, that is to say, no "human" can truly recognize the true color of things.

Even the red sun you see is just a reflection of light.

Zhou Yan couldn't help poking at the imaginary wound, observing the reaction of the living corpse.

If it is just special effect makeup, then the model being made up should not have any strong reaction.

Unexpectedly, the moment Zhou Yan touched the simulated wound, the living corpse howled sharply, as if someone was actually touching his wound repeatedly.

Zhou Yan withdrew his hand and increased the shackles of the vines, and the slender and tight green branches bound him tightly.

Looking at his badge again, the numbers on it have become blurred, it seems that it will take a while to be completely polluted.

However, it can be confirmed that the player killed by the monster will become a member of the monster.

So what happens to monsters killed by players?

Zhou Yan turned his head to look at the monsters who were not far away, thinking of the unconscious players hidden under the special effects makeup, if they were killed, they would disappear completely.

Suddenly, there was a sound of piercing through the air, so fast that he had no time to dodge, relying on the sensitive instinct of the deer king to catch Luo, he turned his head abruptly.

Jingle.

The bell hanging above the head was cut off and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the vines gathered around him also converged into an impenetrable vine net at an extremely fast speed, protecting Zhou Yan in the middle.

The wild beast following him also let out a sharp howl, the muscles on the back bulged, and the faint blue fire ignited in the dark pupils, looking at the attacker vigilantly.

"Stop, stop! My own!" Yuan Yu's hurried voice sounded.

Zhou Yan, who was protected behind the wall of vines, unceremoniously rolled his eyes to the sky, withdrew the vines, and a few sneaky figures appeared in the bushes not far away.

They all had straw hats made of leaves on their heads, and Zhou Yan also knew the archer who was one of the special effects artists. The plant he chose was needle fir.

The tall tree leaves behind the bushes showed a bitter face, and then fireworks were lit on the huge canopy, like bright red maple leaves dotted among the branches, which is a bit like silver flowers on fire.

Zhou Yan knew that this was his partner. The special skills of the fire-type supernatural powers, coupled with the rebirth characteristics of the twin whirling trees, were a good match.

"Zhou Yan, why are you here?" Yuan Yu waved his hands, got out of the bushes, with many broken leaves hanging on his body, and said, "Did you come looking for your partner?"

Behind him was a strong man with teary eyes, his silver hair was covered with all kinds of dead leaves and mud particles. When he saw Zhou Yan, he seemed to be seeing his relatives. I saw a tall monster standing behind Zhou Yan.

Under the high browbones, the pair of blue eyes were looking at him.

Although there was no expression on his face, he could clearly feel his displeasure.

The silver-haired man swallowed, and secretly stepped back.

"Zhou, Zhou Yan, what is this?" Yuan Yu asked cautiously.

Zhou Yan didn't know how to introduce him, so he could only make up an excuse and said, "Well, the one I met before was not malicious, maybe it was an elf on the island."

The thick tail of the "Elf" slapped the ground heavily.

"Wow, it seems that you have an adventure?" Yuan Yu also easily accepted Zhou Yan's rhetoric, and said, "We encountered some attacking monsters before, after we wiped them all out, we just walked around and found here There were monsters before, so they came here, but some players have already been killed."

Zhou Yan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, but came to the side of the group of monsters before, and said to Yuan Yu: "I found some clues."

Yuan Yu approached the group of manipulated monsters, saw that unusually familiar face, and exclaimed: "Isn't this, isn't this the one who sneaked up?"

Zhou Yan nodded, then bent down, slightly opened the gap with his fingers, revealing his sleeping face, and said, "These monsters are also the products of special effects makeup."

Yuan Yu's eyes widened, his mouth long and closed, and he instantly thought of the monsters he had killed before, his face turned pale, and he said, "This, this, is impossible, then what we killed was..."

"It's a player," Zhou Yan told the cruel truth for him, then walked to the bloody living corpse, and said, "This is a player after being attacked by a monster, and they have also become similar walking dead. And it’s going to be like this for a while.”

Yuan Yu, who just now regarded this experiment as a game, felt a huge emptiness at this moment. He was just an ordinary special effects artist, using the monsters he created to plunder other lives. This may be just a fictional plot in the movie, but For him, this moment has become a real and sinful reality.

"This, this is impossible, I, those are monsters, I clearly, they want to kill us..." Yuan Yu's eyes were blank, and even the words he said were illogical.

Zhou Yan sighed secretly, and said: "It's not your fault, it's the maliciousness of this dungeon that made you kill the player."

"Wait," Yuan Yu grabbed a clear straw from the chaos, hurriedly walked to the player who had a gap opened, and said, "I remember him, the player who attacked the host, what's his name? ?”

"Han Xiaoying," said the silver-haired superhuman, "is an ice superhuman."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the sleeping Han Xiaoying, and complained again: "This person is quite annoying, but he is not dead."

After receiving the unfriendly gazes from other people, the silver-haired superhuman made a gesture of surrender and said, "I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth."

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and said: "The players eliminated in the competition are actually "illusions" formed by some kind of special effects makeup, and then transported here by some means, becoming monsters to test other players. "

"Illusion?" Yuan Yu calmed down and said, "It's not necessarily an illusion, it's like the magma in the first challenge. You may be far away, but I'm closer. I really think it's magma. We No matter how realistic the special effects are, they can’t imitate the temperature.”

Zhou Yan was dumbfounded. He didn't expect this layer. Could it be that the magma is real?

He always feels that all kinds of information are messy, but there is a thread hidden in the thread, as long as he finds it, all the mysteries will be slowly solved like a cocoon.

"Zhou Yan," Yuan Yu said suddenly, waking Zhou Yan who was in deep thought, and said, "Would the monsters I killed still die?"

Hearing his words, Zhou Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, he couldn't help standing up, and said: "It makes sense, I have some preconceived ideas, if the player killed by the monster will become a monster, then maybe the player you killed , will also become a monster."

"Yeah," Yuan Yu became excited, pacing back on the soft dead leaves, "Let's put aside everything and look at the essence through the phenomenon, why did the organizer leave us in the tropical rainforest? And set a time for us to rush back to the studio."

Zhou Yan took over the conversation and said: "Because I want to eliminate other players, I want to find a special effects artist who can survive."

"Yes," Yuan Yu clapped his hands and said, "Generally speaking, the games we've watched will gradually increase in difficulty as the progress progresses."

"If there are more and more monsters on the island, the danger will increase, that is to say, the difficulty of the game will increase." Zhou Yan said the two agreed, "So it is very likely that the monster you killed Instead of dying, it turns into a more aggressive monster."

Yuan Yu nodded vigorously.

Zhou Yan showed a slightly malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "This shows that the organizer of the competition did not fully grasp the rules of this small island, but just pretended to be mysterious and bluffed. The advantage he has over us is that he knows more. It’s just some rules on this island.”

Yuan Yu scratched his head and said, "Ah? How do you say that?"

Zhou Yan took out the obviously wrinkled leaflet and said: "As you said, put aside all external factors and use practice to illustrate the known rules on this island. First, that villa is obviously a conscious individual.

And the two buildings currently known on the island, one is a villa and the other is a workshop. Perhaps these two rooms are special places on the island. "

Yuan Yu signaled Zhou Yan to continue talking with his eyes.

Zhou Yan pointed to the group of grotesque monsters, and said: "Second, all the special effects and makeup on this island have substantial effects. In other words, ideas determine matter. The special effects products we make , In fact, it is through our ideas that the actual effect will be produced."

"hiss!"

Zhou Yan's words made Yuan Yu's skin inexplicably goose bumps, he rubbed it vigorously a few times, and said, "Zhou, Zhou Yan, don't say such penetrating words."

Zhou Yan smiled slightly and said, "Otherwise, why do we feel that the magma is very hot, because in our consciousness, it is magma."

"The reason why the more detailed and fantastic the background of the monster we describe before displaying the product, the stronger the special effect is because everyone's consciousness is affected by the background story we tell.

In other words, they will all imagine the monsters we describe, and with the strengthening of many beliefs, the created monsters will become more and more realistic. "

Zhou Yan came to the roaring living corpse, pointed to the pierced wound, and said, "It seems that I think this is a penetrating wound made by special effects, so I can touch it as a real body, but in this living corpse In his perception, he thinks this is a wound, so when I touch this wound, his reaction will be extremely strong."

After listening to Zhou Yan's words, the other players looked at each other in blank dismay, and a strange tacit understanding developed in unison.They stared at the wound with serious faces, and as expected, under the eyes of everyone, the originally dark wound slowly seeped out strands of dark red blood.

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