Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1519 The purpose of lurking

It was the first time for Lin Sanjiu to stand in the perspective of a bystander, watching a disaster slowly take shape before his eyes.

For Zhouxian, she is both an audience and an echo board; the meaning of Lin Sanjiu's existence is more to witness his inspirational designs than to really offer any opinions.He became excited and said: "The more important and recent personal experience, the more difficult it is. Are you right?"

Lin Sanjiu couldn't nod his head, but stared at him with round eyes.

"In this way, even if they don't watch the short play for the first time, they can't avoid the second time." Zhouxian laughed so hard that his wound was touched, and he hissed and said, "Yeah , in addition to personal experience, you can also add something else. For example, what he is going to do, his recent goals, people he knows..."

"People you know?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice.

"For example, I asked him if someone in his memory was his enemy or friend." Zhouxian looked very serious, as if discussing a math problem, and when he said the second half of the sentence, he didn't even have a trace of obscenity: "If a woman Yes, you can also ask who is her lover..."

"But," Lin Sanjiu trembled secretly, and asked, "Can you still read their memories? How... how can this be done?"

"Why do you still have so many things you don't understand?" Zhouxian shook his head and said, "How are you going to write a game after a while? If you can't write it, how do you live here?"

Only by writing the game can we continue to survive?

In this way, perhaps these game creators have no choice but to do so, limited and driven by the rules, and have to create disasters... Lin Sanjiu sighed a little, not forgetting his role, and said: "So Said, I have to rely on my elder brother to give me pointers."

Zhouxian gave a "hmm", rather than saying that he cared about Lin Sanjiu's life, it would be better to say that he was more willing to show his knowledge.

"I can't read their memories, and I don't need to read their memories." He explained, "Look, I'm typing a text here..."

Lin Sanjiu watched him highlight the half-sentence "The screen starts to play a short film/video", added a note to it, and wrote in the note: "'A player's life experience or memory, when the first time will be faithfully projected onto the screen'."

"This is……"

"I wrote it briefly to demonstrate to you." Zhouxian took his hands off the keyboard and said, "But you should already understand what I mean? After I set this condition with text, then I don't need to find out the player's memory bit by bit, otherwise I'm exhausted. This sentence is a... Well, the operating mechanism, under this mechanism, you project your own memory onto the screen .”

Seeing that Lin Sanjiu was staring at the screen without making a sound, he made a further analogy: "For example, someone said 'bear' to everyone. After everyone listened, did black bear, black bear, Whether a brown bear or a cartoon bear is up to each person... For the same reason, I have set it up here, stipulating that he will project a memory of his experience, and what exactly is projected on the screen is determined by the subconscious reaction of the player. .”

…that is to say, the more important and more recent, the easier it is to be remembered first.

At this point, he added: "Write games in words, this is a very practical general principle, you have to remember."

Lin Sanjiu nodded, indicating that he understood, and asked hoarsely, "I, I don't understand something."

"You said."

To ask this question, she took a great risk.If the answer to this question should have been known to the newcomer, how should she explain it?

Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Can't we just let them pass by?"

"What do you mean?" Zhouxian was stunned instead, as if what she just said was Latin.

"If it's a skit that has nothing to do with them, then future players can easily pass the level..."

Zhou Xian blinked one good eye, and asked, "How boring is that?"

This time it was Lin Sanjiu's turn to run out of words.Allowing others to pass the test easily is equivalent to avoiding a lot of suffering and death in the world. This is a very clear truth, but it seems very out of date to say it in this place.

She stopped talking, but lowered her gaze a little, pretending to be honest, hoping that Zhou Xian could continue talking.She could feel that Zhouxian looked her up and down twice, and when he spoke, his voice was slightly tense.

"You want to write a simple game? Are you afraid that you will step into the game you wrote?"

It's a test - don't make him suspicious.

"Ah, didn't you mean I won't enter the game I wrote myself?" She quickly responded.

Zhou Xian's expression relaxed a little, but there was a mockery. "Then what's wrong with you? Are you wicked and want to accumulate virtue for yourself? Do you care if those people can get out?"

"No, what if I get into a game written by someone else..." Lin Sanjiu did not forget to lower his voice when he argued, "I'm afraid I won't be able to get out... Aren't you worried?"

Zhouxian was satisfied with her explanation and nodded.It seems that he is the kind of person you often see in the end of the world: you talk to him about morality, and he thinks you are hypocritical; From the perspective, he can understand.

"Because you don't understand anything, let me explain to you." Zhouxian took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, lit one, and said in the smog: "The rules on the surface are We will be sent out after staying for ten months, and we will be involved in other people's games for the remaining four months. However, we are the chosen ones after all, the creators of the game, and the starting line is one year ahead of their ordinary evolution. It's a big piece, how can you really be helpless?"

Lin Sanjiu thought he was going to tell herself that as long as the gap in the number of people was maintained, their stay period would be extended for a while; this was the message Yu Yuan told her through [Hongyan Family Letter]—speaking of it, he didn’t know How did you settle down on that female corpse?Asking the data subject to extrude itself alive and stuff it into another corpse seems to be very offensive to him.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xian did not mention this.

"We are not tool people who specialize in writing games. We have to write games every week. There are so many games. Location restrictions, after a period of time, you will become more familiar with these templates. You even know the prototypes, so after you go out, won’t you hide yourself? As long as you don’t get involved in the game, it won’t trigger a It's another game, if you don't know how to hide for four months, then I think it's useless to die."

Lin Sanjiu let out a breath slowly.

You can save yourself from suffering, but it doesn't mean you have to make others suffer... There must be a link in this, and she doesn't know it yet.Both Zhouxian and Allan Poe mentioned that their games are written according to the template, so it is very likely that the template itself has limitations, and people can only write some tragic things...

"Sometimes, we will communicate with each other to see what games each other has written recently. Doesn't that mean telling you all the answers? I'm afraid of shit." When Zhouxian ended his explanation with this sentence, Lin Sanjiu raised his head abruptly.

In her role, she can't ask now——

Who wrote The Apartment Game?

　I broke my promise and lost weight. Call me by your name has not been opened. The main reason is that I am really not interested in romance novels... I was reminded by myself and started to revisit Milan Kundera.Every sentence is wished to be written by myself...

　
(End of this chapter)