Hyperreal board game

Several people couldn't help gasping when they heard the voice reporting the number.

Most of the 32 detectives who entered the building have now died.

A death rate as high as 65% is a bit excessive.

Everyone was disturbed by the tragic death of the player in front of their eyes, only Yizai suddenly swung the dagger with both hands, and swung the air in front of him like holding a bat.

Although he didn't see anything, something hit the wall obliquely in front of him and made a sound, and even cracked the charred wall bricks again, causing debris to fall all over the floor.

Yi Zai was still indignant: "It's too despicable, with such a small crystal ball, is it not a robber but a thief instead? Thanks to it, it has the nerve to call itself a god. I don't want face!"

Yugo Sothoth: I don't care what human beings think ╮(╯_╰)╭

Holding the candle in his hand, Little Xingxing has a heavy responsibility, and was immediately terrified, looking around: "What... what? Where? How small? How many?"

"It's about the size of an eyeball, just one, and it was blown away by me, just be careful."

An Ge understands the exorbitantly high death rate. Such a small thing stealing candle flames is more difficult to guard against than Menglei stealing crystals.

But I still reassured everyone, "The number will not be too many, just be vigilant. If there are too many of these small crystal balls, the death rate will be [-]%."

That's right, his words made everyone a little less nervous, and Yi Zai put wax on the dagger, stared in a certain direction, "I think it will come from here."

Two seconds after finishing speaking, An Ge also saw the tiny crystal ball appearing from that direction.

Before he could react, Yizi had already moved, the blade brushed against the edge of the crystal ball, and the small crystal ball the size of an eyeball was instantly torn apart.

An Ge had a feeling, "The size of the Yugo messenger has changed, and the space structure has also changed. We should have reached... the core position."

I don't know who swallowed his saliva, making the atmosphere even more tense.

It was Yizai who turned around and smiled at them: "Isn't this great? You can go home after beating the boss."

Xianxian then became furious: "What kind of flag do you want to set up!"

Little Xingxing also agrees very much this time, glaring at Yizi.

Yi Zai rubbed the back of his neck, and blinked innocently like a Samoyed who had just demolished his house, "But, isn't it a good thing?"

"Whether it's good or bad, we have to fight, don't worry about it so much." An Ge summed it up softly, and then looked around.There are only charred walls and ceilings with exposed steel bars beside them. After the player caught fire just now, he has completely disappeared without leaving any remains.

What the player opened was the third door from their left hand side. After opening, the door was fixed. Now there is a dark entrance, and the light can't get in. It's like some kind of deep murderous mystery.

Yizai looked at the long corridor and more than 20 doors, showing a troubled expression, "Shouldn't I have to check every room? It's so troublesome... and during the inspection, some thieves might come out, I don’t even know how to cry. If I were a game designer, I would definitely do this.”

Such a design is too immoral.

Having said that, they still had to walk down the corridor.

After a trip, they found the problem.

Except for 501 and 502, there are a total of 24 doors on both sides of the corridor.The surface of the gate is blue-gray, smooth and bright, and it is incompatible with the scorched walls around it.

In addition, if you stand directly opposite the gate, you can also see exquisite plants and flowers on the gate that seem to be hollowed out and carved inside.The thin, luminous white lines are clear and precise, like a precision-made mechanical work.

The first door on the left is engraved with a small flower with branches. The branches are sharp and angular. The flowers set off by oval leaves have a long receptacle, and the top is a small cluster of clusters.

The designer also considers that the knowledge about flowers should be relatively unpopular, not a field that all players will get involved in, so he also considerately marked the name at the bottom of the pattern: Lichun·Huang Suxin.

The first door on the right hand side is engraved with: Rainwater · Begonia.

By analogy, there are 24 gates on the left and right, a total of 24 solar terms and corresponding 24 kinds of flowers are engraved.

The third door on the left from which the dead player came out happened to be Qingming·Peony.

Xianxian rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Wang Baolin took peony to pay homage to his old friend during Ching Ming Festival. Isn't it reasonable to choose this door?"

However, that player lost.

why?

An Ge looked at the list of 24 kinds of flowers copied down in the notebook, and his eyes suddenly fell on the words awn seed · rose.

"Now that I think about it, when He Jiao held a banquet, there were many more roses than peonies, right?"

Xianxian and the others looked at each other and thought about it carefully, "It seems to be like this. I thought it was because it was easier to buy roses than peonies...and you said they were short of money, roses are also cheaper."

"She saved more money by buying fewer shoes than this purchase fee... If it was a flower she likes, why didn't she let it be the protagonist of the banquet? As a result, the amount of peony flowers was very small, but it was like a foil." An Ge said , "So, I venture to guess that maybe her favorite flower is roses."

Others also nodded, thinking that this is more reasonable.But then Xianxian's face changed, "Wait... If He Jiao likes roses, why did Wang Baolin bring peony to worship??"

Yizai answered with a smile: "It's very simple, there are other people who like peonies."

It won't be Wang Baolin himself, so the only remaining candidates are...

Now even An Ge's expression was not quite right. Several people were silent for a while, and no one was willing to say that name.

Yizai had no choice but to say to himself: "Of course it's Du Yiyu."

Xianxian & Little Xingxing almost distorted into Munch's screamer: "This is not true!"

This turn was too big, and An Ge couldn't maintain his composure, and was a little dizzy.He silently rubbed his forehead, Yizi put his arms around his shoulders, and looked at everyone with a little surprise: "What's wrong? Are you all right?"

An Ge let himself be weak for two seconds, forced to accept this setting, and then said: "In short, this makes sense. We are very lucky, if we didn't meet that player... we would probably enter the same room. "

Yizai continued to laugh: "That's not necessarily the case. You'll still check all the doors, and then decide whether to choose peony or rose. The probability of each side is 50%."

An Ge: "You really understand me..."

Little Xingxing suddenly said: "Wait, in this case, many of the previous speculations are wrong, right? If the person Wang Baolin likes is Du Yiyu, and he is good friends with He Jiao, then many of his motives are very suspicious... ..."

Yi Zai asked: "Why? Could it be that because you are poor, you have the motive to rob a bank?"

Little Xingxing was tongue-tied, feeling that he could not communicate with Yizai at all, so he frowned and said angrily: "I just remind you, forget it if you don't listen."

An Ge thought for a while, and could only say: "Although this possibility is not ruled out, so far, it cannot be seen. To be honest, if this is true...he hides it too deeply."

Players can't see it as excusable, after all, they are only exposed to one-sided plots.But even He Jiao couldn't see it, which was very strange.

Several people were silent for a while, An Ge said: "The peony is probably a trap, it's Qingming and it's a peony, it's too straightforward. So I think we should go to the room of the awn seed and rose."

Little Xingxing even took out the information provided by Zheng Rongtian to the detectives and carefully looked through it, trying to find any clues.In the end, he just sighed, "I have no other opinion."

Xianxian and Yizi didn't have any objections, so the matter was settled.

They walked straight through the first few rooms and killed a small crystal ball on the way.

Mangzhong·Rose is the fifth room on the left. The line in the door is the shape of a whole flower bush. It has a first-class artistic sense, which almost makes people forget that this is a horror game.

The door was locked, and they used a key to open it again. When they pushed the door in, everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and they took full precautions.

Soft light poured out from the opened door, and inside the door was a spacious room beyond normal proportions, with a ceiling height of more than ten meters, as if entering a warehouse.

No... It's not so much a warehouse, it's more like an Internet cafe, or some kind of production workshop.

There were steel racks running from ceiling to floor in the warehouse, filled with rows of monitors, just like they had seen in room 101, most of the screens were taken up by distorted faces.

The monitor is directly connected to the silver wires, and the countless wires are finally gathered together and twisted into a thick cable, like a shiny silver python winding across the warehouse floor, and connected to a huge cylinder deep in the warehouse.

The iron-gray cylinder extends upwards to the top of the ceiling, and some silver flashes flash across the surface from time to time, full of strong sci-fi style.

The person in charge of maintaining the operation of the entire monitoring system was wearing dark blue overalls, carrying a toolbox and shuttled among the shelves, carefully checking each monitor.

Seeing a few players coming in, he wasn't surprised. Instead, he nodded to them with a calm smile: "Hey, you guys are pretty good at coming here."

Although somewhat expected, when they saw him, the four of them still reacted differently. Little Xingxing let out a short scream and hurriedly covered his mouth.

Xianxian's eyes widened, "You you you you you!"

Yizi eh~, An Ge sighed softly.

The little boy Wang Baolin still maintained a calm smile, and even pointed at himself with a bit of stupidity, "What's wrong with me? You should all know me, right? The detectives my cheap daddy hired."