Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1071 Meet the friendly little game again
The four arcs drawn with a blue ballpoint pen are connected to form a non-standard circle.The shimmering light under the door stained the paper white, and the blue handwriting looked brighter.

Behind each prisoner's file material, there is the same circle——Bohemia spread these materials on the ground, and placed four bank statements under them; , her face became more and more wrinkled, like a dehydrated bun.

As she pondered, the Descartes floated around her like a dog circling a bun.One dog and one bag were silent for several minutes, both of them felt that the number "four" appeared too frequently, it could not be a coincidence: four prisoner files, four statements, four arcs...

What do you mean?

Bohemia lay down on the ground with a "gudong", as if giving up.

"It would be great if I could give Lin Sanjiu the problem I encountered," she began to fantasize, "If she can't solve it, she must accept my punishment, so that I won't—"

"That's okay too."

The dungeon host’s voice, which I hadn’t heard for a long time, rang out suddenly, startling both the dog and Baozi; after reacting, Bohemia was relieved: when the dungeon host was talking to her, the game was suspended She doesn't have to worry about the mysterious man in the building for the time being.

"Don't forget, you have the 'trade rights' to communicate with another game."

"But you didn't say that I can only see..."

"This is the case at this stage. But after the rights are upgraded, you can talk to the NPC next door, exchange, influence the progress, and even change the title... Do you want to play another small game and win higher-level rights?"

Bohemia's hair was shaken in a circle: "Don't - don't now - you are lying! I obviously chose the mode of 'hurting others to benefit myself'. After I cleared the game, I didn't see how she was damaged. I haven't found anything that is beneficial to me."

"You have ruled out the uncertain factor 'serial killer' in the prison situation, and there is one less threat to life, isn't that called profit?" The host of the copy paused, and said: "As for the loss, you need to do it yourself Completed."

He seemed to be very enthusiastic, and hoped that Bohemia would attack Lin Sanjiu as soon as possible, and he took the initiative to remind: "...Actually, even if you can only 'look', you have a way to open her up now."

"You have something to say."

"You can't say it directly." The superficial fairness must be maintained no matter what.

Bohemia waved her hand irritably, as if she wanted to wave all these annoying things away like a fly: "Then let's not mention this for now! I still have to figure out this bunch of shit!"

"You won't delay the progress of Prison Situation if you participate in the mini-game... After you clear the customs this time, your upgraded trade rights will be enough for Lin Sanjiu to think about this difficult problem with you, I promise."

In the words of the puppeteer, Lin Sanjiu's skull is filled with a colander, and she might not be of much use if she is included.But the good thing is that if she gets the wrong answer, according to the rules of the "final exam" game, Lin Sanjiu will have to undress and be punished... "Okay!" Bohemia agreed happily.

When the copy host spoke again, his tone was very happy, like a salesman who just sold a household vacuum cleaner.

"The goal of the mini-game is: to spend the night in this office building without being known or bumped into by anyone. By dawn, the third stage will be over."

It sounds like it's not as complicated as last time.

In addition to the original goal, it is to live until dawn and not be seen by others, which is quite simple.

"It should be noted that when you are not interacting with the game, your sense of self and physical fitness are still about the same as usual. Once you interact, your skill, speed... are still the average level of an ordinary woman. For example , if someone is walking this way, you can't run as fast as you normally would."

"I understand, I understand, you said it."

After the dungeon host disappeared, she turned around and saw Descartes laying on the document, so blurry that it made people dizzy.Bohemia poked it twice with consciousness, but it was surprisingly quiet for a while, and then said quietly: "He is a copy, and I am also a copy, why..."

"How can you compare with the copy of the puppeteer—my lord?" Bohemia said, while turning the door lock slightly, and bolted it: "I won't go out tonight, just hide here , to see who can spot me."

"I'm in a desperate situation." Descartes commented finely.

Bohemia turned a deaf ear.It is already night now, except for the staff on duty, everyone else has gone home; and the place where the staff on duty works and rests is not in this building—except for the mysterious person who came up quietly, who else would Looking for her here?The mysterious man's target is obviously her office, so it's good for her to stay here.

Just in case, she piled up the papers and tucked them under Beef Secretary's desk; by removing two chairs, she made a spot on the floor where she could just take a nap.

"Why are you so relaxed?" Descartes disapproved.

Just as Bohemia sat down on the ground, she heard the phone ringing suddenly outside the door, piercing the night sharply and piercing through the door panel—she was startled, and listened for a few seconds, and found that the phone ringing was exactly From the warden's office.

The ringing of the telephone echoed throughout the corridor like a disturbed lake.Bohemia held her breath and waited until the ringing of the phone that seemed to never end finally ended, and the office building returned to a dead silence.

Who's calling the office this late?

Bohemia lay on the ground, her eyes fixed on the gap in the door.The pale white corridor lights formed a straight line under the crack of the door; if someone walked by here, the shadow would interrupt the light and sway past her eyes...

"Hey."

She waved her hand, trying to drive away the Cartesian spirit circling around her head.If there is a mosaic, it is likely to miss the shadow.

"Hey!"

Propping herself on her elbows, Bohemia sat up. "What are you doing!" she yelled in a low voice, "Say what you have to say, are you annoying or not!"

The chaos fell silent.She thought Descartes had something to tell her, but after waiting for two seconds, it remained silent as if angry; Bohemia was too lazy to coax it, and was about to lie down again when she suddenly stared at the floor for a moment.

Her own shadow was cast on the floor - nothing surprising in itself.The moonlight must be coming in from the window behind her...and Descartes, who happened to be facing the window...

At that moment, the decisiveness that had saved Bohemia several times immediately made her short and roll to the side; as soon as she caught a glimpse of the shadow of the edge of the desk above her head from the corner of her eyes, she shrank her limbs and let her He hid himself tightly under the desk——

After the three wooden boards of the desk covered her, Bohemia felt that her hairs were standing on end, and her heart was pounding; when she looked up, Descartes was still floating in place motionless.

The moonlight shining through the window dyed a rectangle of light on the floor.The light in the shape of the window has a clear boundary with the surrounding darkness, horizontally and vertically...

Hold on.

The bottom of this light, that is, the bottom of the window, is not straight at all—a semicircular arc-shaped shadow is slowly rising from the bottom of the window.

Bohemia stared at the floor without daring to blink, watched the shadow rise up from the moonlight little by little, and finally understood what Descartes wanted her to see when she called her just now—she mustered up her courage, He quietly sat up and poked his head out from under the desk.

On the half oval shadow rising from the bottom of the window, a pair of eyes are staring fixedly at the room behind the glass.In the darkness, the man's eyeballs were still slightly glowing; at this moment, the two eyeballs rolled left and right, as if seeing no one in the room, and then continued to climb slowly, gradually revealing the head and shoulders , most of the body.

It was a man—but Bohemia couldn't see who it was because of the backlight.

He climbed up with a ladder, and after exposing half of his body, he raised his hand and pushed open the glass window - Secretary Beef obviously didn't expect to lock the window.He turned over and sat on the window frame and climbed in, his feet landed on the ground without a sound.

Under the moonlight, the pair of slippers with thick rubber soles approached Bohemia step by step.

Descartes was still floating in the same place, and at this moment he finally couldn't help it, and let out a smug "hum".

For the first time, Bohemia didn't even bother to scold it.She tightly covered her mouth and nose, wishing she could shrink into a ball; seeing the pair of shoes getting closer, she also curled up and leaned back a little bit - finally, the pair of shoes stopped at the edge of the desk.

With a "pop", the man seemed to light up a small flashlight.The flashlight must be very small, because the light beam is so thin that it hardly illuminates much.It swiped across the ground and slid towards the table top of the desk; immediately, there was a rustling sound above her head, it should be that the person was looking through the beef secretary's things.

Bohemia recalled the appearance of this desk in her mind.

Below the wide table top, apart from the support surfaces on both sides, there is only one filing cabinet.On the outside of the desk, which is where she got in just now, there is a backboard, which covers about half of the height; at this moment, she is shrinking inside the backboard, and it takes up a lot of space around her. file cabinet.

The sound of rummaging became more urgent, probably because the man didn't find anything of value; the feet moved forward half a step—Bohemia subconsciously shrank back again, but heard "Wow!" "Sand" sounded softly, and my heart fell immediately.

...She happened to touch the document she had stuffed under the table just now.

　Finished!I have to catch a flight tomorrow morning! It's coming again on the 20th... I've been flying a lot lately

　
(End of this chapter)