Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1520 Inside the press conference

Lin Sanjiu quietly glanced at the time under the computer.

It has been nearly 15 minutes since she followed Zhouxian into the house; as the "ninth game creator", she should have said goodbye and turned around, and went back to "write the game"—but when she looked up, she found that she had been A problem that hadn't been considered before was stuck in place.

...the door of the room is closed.

She remembered that when Zhouxian entered the room, she obviously didn't turn around to close the door on purpose, and it was even more impossible for her to close the door on her own initiative; now that she thinks about it carefully, it is very likely that the door itself is not the double-opening wooden door that she saw in her eyes, and she left it alone. If so, it slides up slowly by itself.

It's only now that she realizes this, and it's too late to stomp her feet. Can she still ask Zhou Xian to open the door for herself?As the ninth game creator, she can't even open the door?

Fortunately, when Lin Sanjiu was thinking about what to do, Zhouxian didn't notice that she should go back at all, and his attention is now devoted to the game - although there are still two or three days before the game is finally completed , but he has already named it, "Do you remember?", and now he is thinking about what punishment should be given to players who remember correctly.

That kind of focus and devotion is enough to be rated as excellent employee of the month in any company.

"If you delay for a while, he will realize that you should have left," Teacher Yi reminded.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the faint door behind the screen, then at Zhouxian—after much deliberation, he really didn't know how to let him open the door for him without being suspected; after being beaten, Zhouxian The immortal has already taken precautions, and has been wearing protective words on his body, even using force to coerce him.

At least for the moment, she still had to pretend to be fascinated by it, and bite the bullet and continue to stay.

"Either lightning strike? Will he die?" Zhouxian muttered, deleted the text on the screen, and looked at the cursor hesitantly. "I can't die, I have to suffer... like that Russian dog..."

What Russian dog?

Lin Sanjiu was taken aback, and after thinking about it, he realized that he probably meant "Pavlov's dog".

Could it be that he intends to make the player feel physically uncomfortable or even afraid of going back to the real historical experience through repeated punishments, so that the memory becomes a piece of plasticine that anyone can knead?
At the same time that a feeling of discomfort rose from her stomach, she also suddenly had an idea.

Lin Sanjiu quickly pulled out the [Hongyan Family Letter], took out a pen, and said to Zhouxian: "You are really experienced, let me take a note." Before the other party responded, she began to write in a hurry—"Yu Yuan Are you still at Edgar Allan Poe's?"

Zhouxian was very comfortable being flattered by her words and actions, and laughed, and unexpectedly became humble: "Others have written a few good games, you can inquire about them when the time comes, and learn from experience. "

Perhaps this is an opportunity to bring the conversation back to the apartment game.

"Really? Can it be as difficult as this?" Lin Sanjiu immediately asked deliberately, "What impresses you?"

"Let me think about it..." Zhouxian took his hand from the keyboard, and his eyes wandered into the air.

[Hongyan's Family Letter] floated Yu Yuan's response.

"I'm still here, and Poe just told me that the newcomers are easier victims, to give the rest a few extra days of stay. Of course, he's been trying to distance himself, repeating that he himself never I’m sorry.” Yu Yuan’s words paused for a while, and he said: “Now I can manipulate this corpse better, and the spots on the corpse have lightened after the movement. Poe should have completely believed that I am a living person , because he said the phrase 'so dead words don't work for us' twice. He is showing his affection to me, asking if I have a boyfriend, and saying that he can take care of me a little bit."

What is this all about?
"Can you find an excuse to trick Poe into coming to Zhouxian?" Before Zhouxian could speak, Lin Sanjiu wrote hastily, "For example, tell him to go out...he won't open the door. I can't get out."

Of course, she can't let Edgar Allan Poe notice her, and Yu Yuan can't let Zhou Xian find him—this is naturally within the consideration of the data body, and she doesn't need to say more.

Almost the last stroke was hurriedly written, Zhouxian turned his head towards her.

"There is a robber game. Although the rules are simple and straightforward, you have to keep watching and find that the simple ones are also very exciting. That game constantly requires players to rob and kill people. No matter who the target is, there is basically no breathing room. Everything is counted as a loss, and it is not uncommon to kill people who have a nervous breakdown in the end... There are also delicate ones, there is an elephant in the room..."

Yes, the person who wrote that game is also here.

"Elephant? Who wrote that?" Lin Sanjiu resisted the nausea, and turned his gaze towards him.Yu Yuan's brief "I'll try it" is still the last sentence on the paper.

"It was originally a template, who rewrote it..." Zhouxian couldn't remember the key points, "I can't remember, anyway, it's not Edgar Allan Poe or Queen Yexing who often come out. jump."

Another template.

"I like apartments better," she said tentatively. "Has anyone written any apartment games?"

"No," Zhou Xian said without interest.

It seems that what he doesn't know is equal to nothing - obviously he doesn't feel that he needs to think about other people's affairs.

When Lin Sanjiu realized that his gaze had landed on the time on the computer screen, she couldn't help but feel tight; unexpectedly, Zhou Xian was silent for a while, wondering what she was thinking about.

……what happened?

"Oh, it's been so long?" Just when she was full of doubts, Zhouxian's gaze swept across the time for the second time, as if he had just recovered from some distant place. "Shouldn't you go back and start writing your own games?"

"Oh, yes," Lin Sanjiu responded indiscriminately.Can you let him go to his room and have a look?The problem is, where did she get the room—she didn't know where the female corpse lived.

"How about this, I'll see you off," Zhou Xian suddenly pushed aside the chair and stood up, walking towards the screen. "There are often newcomers here, and I've seen a lot of them, but you, my little brother, are quite to my liking."

……What's the meaning?
Although the doubts were still there, Lin Sanjiu knew that it was no problem for her to go out suddenly.When he turned around, she hurriedly left the words "wait a moment" for Yu Yuan on the paper, and followed in a few steps——when Zhou Xian opened the door for her and stood by herself, Lin Sanjiu was The footsteps about to step out of the door stopped suddenly.

She turned her head to look at Zhouxian.

The latter, with half of his face swollen high, was looking at her under his thick, bloodied eyelids.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the corridor leading to the round hall again.It was empty and there was no one there, but she had a strong almost uncomfortable feeling all over her body, as if several pairs of eyes were looking at her unblinkingly in the void.

"Let's go," Zhou Xian said with a wave of his hand, "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Yu Yuan said that they will maintain a gap in the number of people in order to extend the period of stay.Newcomers, said Poe, were easier prey.Zhouxian said that there are often newcomers here.

Even just putting these puzzle pieces together is enough to make people realize what these eight people are doing-not to mention, the sense of surveillance in the corridor outside, almost like a huge eyeball against the upper door, makes people realize Lin Sanjiu got goosebumps.

In the place of the young girl, she is now the ninth person.

　Section 3.8.The predecessors bought this day with their blood and struggles. After many years, I still wish that women will no longer be dwarfed, objectified and instrumentalized, and no longer be shackled by biological differences.

　
(End of this chapter)