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Chapter 446 Player Specimens and Moulting

Next step is female graphics?
Although Yu Liang and Aze may be regarded as rivals, he still admires Aze's unconstrained thinking.

Find "color" as a breakthrough in the black and white world, and use "female" as a fighting point in a peaceful era.

Genius and reasonable idea.

The past revolutions only involved those low-end triangular classes, so it was actually just a struggle between the high class and the low class. The nobles could make a fuss about the differences between the two classes and use their wisdom to divide each part.

But women are different.

If they are involved, the scope of the struggle is greatly increased.

From the circular family to the triangular family, there will always be female figures in the family, right?

Judging from Yu Liang's previous understanding of Regiel, a considerable number of female figures in Plane Kingdom are intelligent, such as polygonal nobles like Regiel, but they have not gained their due status by virtue of their wisdom.

This seems to be inconsistent with the aristocratic system and political traditions that high-smart graphics have always promoted.

Triangles with acute angles are powerful, so they are suitable as soldiers to defend the country; polygons with a large number of obtuse angles and sides are more intelligent, so they are suitable as managers to plan the resources of a flat country.

On the basis of ignoring graphic selfishness, the tone of this propaganda makes sense, it's just not easy to ignore.

Among them, the female polygons from the advanced graphics family have become "special species" beyond the propaganda.

They grew up in colleges and universities, have a certain degree of wisdom, and can always hear the conversations of high-ranking husbands or fathers with other power classes, and have a certain degree of political acumen, but they still have no channels.

To put it simply, the triangles have no wisdom, no decisiveness, and what they lack is the female figure, and even the revolutionary demands of both of them are similar.

Among them, the low-level figure of women is the bridge of communication between the two parties. They are both the figure of women and the low-level figure. At the same time, they cannot leave the family, and they are the natural glue of the two groups.

In such a struggle, the sense of identity is very important, and Aze has the ability to confuse the figure's heart.

Whether at the macro level or the micro level, Aze's grasp of human nature is very precise.

Uh, well, it should actually be a graphic character.

If these graphics can be incited to participate, the power of the struggle will be strengthened.

However, Aze's approach was different from Yu Liang's expectation. That guy didn't simply learn the gender war.

Think about it too, gender wars emerge with the development of social productive forces, and this flat country has no basis for development.

Everything is about adapting measures to local conditions and paying attention to the characteristics of a flat country.

Here, too, the power of women is represented by color.

On the morning of the third day, Yu Liang learned an interesting thing from the gossip in the tavern.

Because the color bill did not plan the colors that women's graphics can have, this led a large number of women to choose a gold and silver alternating dyeing scheme.

From the appearance point of view, there is no absolute difference between the female figures and the real advanced figures. After adjusting their voice lines to make the voices thicker, these female figures are exactly the same as the advanced figures.

The tone of their speech, the wisdom in their minds, their artistic accomplishment...

Enough to convince any low-level graphics without touching it.

And the art of touch seems to be less important after the color bill has penetrated into the heart of graphics.

With only a small amount of reasoning and intuitive visual experience, the graphics can recognize each other's appearance, no longer relying on the cumbersome touch etiquette.

Identifying the true figure of male superiority becomes a difficult matter.

It's not hard to imagine how attractive such a loophole in the bill would be to historically disadvantaged female figures.

Driven by their inner strength, the vast majority of them (some people of insight deliberately ignore this issue) expressed indifference to the chaotic scene that will happen next.

In the family, they can learn secrets about politics, economy and church through their keen hearing that only male senior figures can know.

They could also hear it before, but it was useless even if they heard it at that time.

And now, they can even pretend to be advanced graphics to give orders.

There are only two colors of gold and silver on their bodies, and no other colors can be mixed into it. This makes the common people make wrong judgments, worship the wrong candidates, and even regard those wrong words as the truth and sacred decree.

This is exactly what the circular class loses.

On the other hand, Yu Liang realized that he had inadvertently fueled the flames and exacerbated the chaotic scene.

Since he took away all the silver fuel, the very polygons and circles that really needed to be dyed gold and silver actually delayed the dyeing deadline.

As for where the paint for the female graphics comes from...

Is this still a guess?
Of course it was Aze's special confession, and there was his shadow behind all these incidents.

It's a pity that Yu Liang tried several times to catch this guy, but failed.

Not only that, but he couldn't find Xu Cixi's whereabouts, even if he left secret signs everywhere in Lingcheng, it was useless.

Aze's body and Xu Cixi are probably not in Lingcheng, and it is only Aze's personality clone who is making troubles in the dark of Lingcheng.

Yu Liang, who was watching the fun, was very happy, but he was only limited to watching the fun. At this stage, he couldn't get involved anymore.

On the one hand, he has no legal status, and on the other hand, he can only keep up with the rhythm of changes, and cannot go any further.

Anyway, the silver paint was almost collected, so Yu Liang was going to stay one more night in the undercurrent of Lingcheng, and then set off for the West Coast to create the Sea of ​​Mirrors.

In short, first get out the mirror sea to see what is behind the god. As for whether to lift the table or not, it depends on the situation.

This night is also very particular, Yu Liang is going to go to a familiar figure to find out the situation.

Regale.

But he didn't know exactly where Rachel's family lived, and there was no map in the two-dimensional world, and Lingcheng was not small...

Eh?
"The one in front is the school?" Accompanied by the melodious sleep bell, Yu Liang wandered to a somewhat familiar place.

"Indeed." Li Geng's memory is not bad, after Yu Liang approached the school, he recognized this place from the arrangement of line segments near the school.

He thought for a while, recalled for a while, and confidently said to Yu Liang: "If I get here, I should be able to go back and find that Regil's house."

Generally speaking, in the two-dimensional world, it is very difficult to find people and find the way. But here is a constant north gravitational force, so after getting used to it, the sense of direction will not be bad. Relying on the memory of north gravitational force, Li Geng felt that he should be able to get it back.

"No hurry, let's go to the school first." Yu Liang suppressed Li Geng's self-recommendation for the time being, and now he can go wherever he goes, and it just so happens that he also has a place called "school".

So far, the school is the area where he has seen the most "painting prison" technology, and he didn't have a chance to explore what's there last time when he came here. clicked.

The school, such a very special area, should have a lot of clues to explore, and those professors with real talents can also provide him with a lot of secrets.

In the past, Yu Liang might not have used tough measures against civilians, but not necessarily now.

Dozens of players died so easily in the hands of these graphics, there is no need for him to keep his hands on the aliens.

After going around the school, it was already closing time, so Yu Liang didn't find a way to break into the school.

The door is locked; the wall cannot be smashed.

This is a two-dimensional world, and he can't climb over the walls as easily as in reality.

In the end, he could only crouch at the gate temporarily to see when the guard would open the door and let him in.

Well, the premise is that he is in stealth.

"Qiu'er, open the door." The professor walked to the school gate and called out to the guard behind the gate.

"Hey, Professor Gore, are you still going back to school so late?" The guard called "Ball" was amazed. He opened the door and couldn't help admiring, "Is it true that you are a knowledgeable professor? Knowledge is such a frenzy."

The doorman's voice was relatively young, that's why the old professor called him "Qiu Er", and the old professor's voice excited Yu Liang beside him because he recognized the voice.

This is Rachel's teacher, the octagonal professor who came out at that time!
The safety ball is just a triangle. Even if it is an equilateral triangle, his status is much lower than that of Professor Octagon. However, Professor Octagon's tone does not have much dominance, but is gentle.

It seems that Professor Octagon in daily life is quite like the high-level intellectuals in Yu Liang's impression.

"Yeah, I suddenly remembered that there are still some unfinished work in the herbarium, which may be needed tomorrow." Professor Octagon simply replied, and then walked into the campus through the opened door.

Seeing this, Yu Liang, who was invisible, followed immediately, also passed through the door, and followed the professor into the campus.

"Huh?" Professor Octagon seemed to hear something, and looked back in surprise, but his vision still only had those few lines.

The lines of the safety ball.

The lines of the campus walls.

The line where the campus gate is ajar.

Nothing but that.

Probably misunderstood.

Professor Octagon shook his body and walked towards the specimen room according to the route he remembered.

But Yu Liang, who was behind him, was a little surprised. Did the octagonal professor feel his presence just now?
Could it be footsteps?

The graphics are sensitive to sound, and it is indeed possible to hear such slight footsteps...

No, why the footsteps?

Suddenly, Yu Liang realized something was wrong.

What are footsteps?
The sound of footsteps hitting the ground.

But where does the ground come from in the two-dimensional world?

Thinking back, it seems that Rachel's mother also made similar remarks, such as she could hear Yu Liang moving between different buildings.

How did this sound come out?

Could it be the sound of the internal structure shaking when the figure moves?
In this case……

Yu Liang recalled the footsteps of various graphics he had heard before, and doubts surfaced in his heart.

Why is the footstep sound the same for every figure?
Is it possible that the internal structure of all graphics is the same?

In the past, Yu Liang didn't notice the unreasonable footsteps, but now he wants to study the footsteps again, but it's not the time, so he can only wait for Professor Octagon to go far away before continuing to follow.

The sudden epiphany gave Yu Liang a sense of anticipation. He seemed to have caught some loopholes in the two-dimensional world.

There is something hidden in the two-dimensional world under the normal appearance, and this kind of thing is likely to hide signs of the power of ghost stories.

Because the surrounding environment was relatively dark, Yu Liang didn't fall too far away, and he didn't know where the herbarium was, so he didn't dare to lose it.

Fortunately, after following the octagonal professor into a quadrangular building, Yu Liang could smell a special smell in the air.

It's a bit like a mixture of rosin and some kind of potion. As for the effect, he guesses that this thing is similar to formalin potion.

Yu Liang followed the other party quietly and walked into the room. After turning on the light, he finally saw the whole picture of the room clearly.

The room is very large, about the size of two or three classrooms. Some specimens are placed in it, and some chaotic lines appear at intervals.

"Ah, the processing and arrangement of these specimens has finally come to an end." Professor Octagon murmured, walking towards a specimen in the center of the room.

There was a slight doubt in his tone, but it turned into a kind of expectation: "From the perspective of physical strength, you are the best. It's a pity that those damn low-level sharp-edged rhombuses, unexpectedly Stabbing you into such a terrible wound is not even easy to sew!"

Ok? !

Hearing the key words, Yu Liang made some guesses in his heart, and immediately reached out to touch a specimen beside him. He had nothing to hold back, and after simply touching it, he discovered a horrifying fact.

These specimens are not figures.

It's a player's specimen!

The players who died in the school that day were really dead, and all of them had been made into specimens by the natives of the two-dimensional world.

Next, will the specimens of these players be displayed like the corridor in the school teaching building?

Become a teaching tool for the new generation of cognitive paper people in this country?
Yu Liang didn't speak, but felt a little sad in his heart, similar to the emotion of a rabbit's death and a fox's sorrow.

Anyway, these guys used to be the same players as him, but it started like a trap, and these guys died so hastily.

"Then next, let me try to see what kind of secrets are hidden in your bodies." Professor Octagon chuckled, and there was a sound like flesh being torn from his body.

Yu Liang couldn't see what happened in that direction, but from the sound...

This guy is shedding?

Wait, won't it be squeezed and shattered by the pressure immediately if the closed graphics state is released?

Before Yu Liang could figure it out, he saw a new line segment breaking away from the octagon professor's line segment, and that line segment...

Yu Liang looked intently.

That's a triangle, the simplest triangle!
A triangle through the skin of an octagon?
Next, the triangle entered the player's specimen under Yu Liang's slightly shocked eyes, accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood recovering.

"Huh, player?" The voice in Triangle's mouth was completely different from that of Professor Octagon. It was a voice that was unfamiliar to Yu Liang.

And with a little banter.

(End of this chapter)