[Comprehensive] Open your mouth and take medicine!

Regardless of what Nobuto Ginoza said, I just stared at my fingers. In fact, I kept thinking about a strange thing during the game. How can I say that I have been playing this game for nearly a year, but it seems that The flow of time inside the scene is different from that outside.

I have to stay in the game scene for at least a month, but during that period, I have never had a menstrual period, and the length of my hair and nails has basically remained the same—could it be said that my time in the game is static of it?But the time to go outside after entering the scene has changed. What makes me even more horrified is that almost no one in the outside world cares about this time difference.

It’s like the legend that one day in the sky and one hundred years in the world, we stayed outside the scene for a day, and when we returned to a certain scene, maybe ten years had passed—this is actually a pretty bad thing, It seems that the player's concept of time has been shaken fundamentally.

"Are you guys listening to me?!" A roar came from the display screen, I raised my head and glanced at Ginoza, who seemed quite angry with my attitude and behavior, and sighed, "Xiao Miao, don't always blow up your hair so easily, life is so short, it's always a waste of blowing up your hair..."

"Whose fault do you think this is! Who else is Xiao Miao!" He didn't show any signs of being tamed, but was blown even more violently. Every time he saw him like this, he wanted to die Bullying—well, that's not good.

"Thank you for coming to visit the prison." I turned my face calmly, "I have no interest in being an executive officer. This place is good for eating and sleeping, but the food is a bit bad, and there are too many surveillance cameras. Everything else is pretty good. " I put on an attitude that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, "Say, when will your husky be brought to me?"

"..." His expression looked like he was about to smash the teacup in my face at me.

"Just kidding, don't always be so serious, life is to maintain a proper slack..." It's terrible, the current task prompt neither says that I have failed, nor that I have completed it, which makes me feel very happy Unhappy, counting the days every day, I found that there was still half a month left before I could leave here, and there was a feeling that my whole body was not well.

Half a month... It's still half a month... I still have to endure half a month of phantom limb pain... This makes me feel extremely bad, and when my mood starts to get bad, it's almost My personality will also be several times worse than usual. The supervisors who I made "short-term increase in trance and mental value" in the mouth of Nobumoto Ginoza are the best proof-in fact, I didn't do anything to them. It is just a small analysis of their various psychology.

Just like my analysis of Ginoza, he survived such a sensitive and easy-to-explode child, let alone other surveillance officers.

"By the way, have you been called by your boss to have a conversation recently?" I stared at my nails and said, but he didn't reply. I continued to laugh, "I suggest you don't take what your boss said seriously." He could think of what his boss would chat with him, "There are many things in this world that can be solved with probability problems. It is speculated that, for example, Stud, Pai Gow and other chess and card games, the human heart is definitely not one of them."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" He put on a defensive expression, and I sighed, "Nobumoto Ginoza, do you know what you really want in your heart? If you just want to calm down and do it here After ten years, you can become an upper management and become a small bureaucrat or something, you can go out now and don’t need to continue chatting with me, if it’s not... well, if it’s not for you, there’s no need to continue chatting with me.”

"What nonsense are you writing?" He frowned.

"Maslow's pyramid of human needs, at the top is the pursuit and realization of self-worth, below it is the need to be respected and recognized, and the next step is the need for social interaction - which level of need are you in now? If You don’t understand yourself, even if I tell you, you won’t understand, and continuing to chat with me will only make you more confused.” I leaned on the bed and looked at the sky, when will the damn system give a judgment Ah, I don't know anything about the outside world now, I've done everything I can, now it's up to that girl.

"Then which level of demand are you in?" Nobumoto Ginoza asked me this way.

I turned my head and squinted at him, then smiled, "Seriously, Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs Theory was once criticized as ethnocentrism, and with the promotion and changes of executives, their safety and physiological needs gradually weakened , At the same time, the needs for emotional needs, respect needs, and self-realization have increased significantly..." I raised my left hand and twirled in the air, "It's very similar to your situation, right?"

"I didn't come to you to talk to you about these things."

"If you don't talk to me about these things, I won't talk to you about other things." I smiled, "I know what you, or your boss wants to know from me, but unfortunately, I don't know much about this There is really nothing to talk about." If I am not the only person who came to this scene, and I am not the only one who needs to complete the task of these scenes, after a huge data calculation, the existence of us "players" It will be noticed and discovered-it just so happens that Siber is such a thing that can complete a lot of calculations.

They can use other means to obtain information from me, but in fact they don’t, so can I think that unless the player voluntarily leaks this information, these NPCs or aborigines in the scene have no way to get information from the player? What about reading all this information in your head?

It's a pity that I don't know what the result will be if the information is leaked, otherwise I can use Siber a little bit.

Ginoza frowned as if he was prematurely aging, I turned my head to look at him with a smile, and finally shook my head, "Listen to my advice, take your boss's words as fart, otherwise you will be more anxious about these things about your condition It's getting worse. If you're really worried about little sister Zhu, you might as well make up a book of 'Surveillance Officer Experience' to help her with her work."

"Who told you that I..." He frowned again.

I was stunned and shook my left index finger at him, "I told you, you can't hide your emotions and thoughts in front of me." Then I squinted at him. "If it was in the past, I would suggest that the people I chat with read the introduction to criminal psychology and Freud's psychoanalysis, but considering the particularity of you people, I think you should read Andersen's fairy tales for comparison. suitable."

"You guys don't look down on people!" For a moment he seemed to want to blow his hair again, but it seemed that he had learned a lot because he was always being teased by me recently. He took a deep breath, "About what I mentioned before, I I hope you will reply as soon as possible."

"No doors, no windows, no dog holes."

"you!"

It is a good thing to be faithful to one's duty, but sometimes, being too loyal to one's duty will only add shackles to oneself—oh, of course, I feel that being able to do the duty in my hand perfectly People who are blameless are worthy of respect and admiration-for example, Nobumoto Ginoza, but for one reason or another, it is precisely because of his backbone that the pressure on his shoulders is greater than he imagined.

As for his boss... Do a little empathy, I think even I would think that he is a simple chess piece that is easy to use.

Because it is a pawn, it is only natural that it will be discarded when it cannot be used.Appropriate pressure is applied to test how strong the pressure resistance of this chess piece is. It will not break after being used a few times, and then find a chess piece that can replace him before it breaks.

Precisely because this is the era of "people make the best use of their talents", everyone can be replaced, and anyone can find an existence with similar abilities - look at this small, sick utopia from another perspective - it is nothing more than an era when people are mechanized.

What a tragedy of the Pacific Ocean.

Speaking of tragedy, in fact, I am also very tragic now. While enduring the phantom limb pain in my right hand, while drooling watching the high experience points and rewards that can be obtained after the branch line of this scene is completed, there is a feeling of "Little Zhu" in an instant. Sisters, you must do your best, my sister's right hand depends on you" mood.

Of course, I also thought about other things, such as Sima Jian, I can be 100% sure that his spine was hit and his lower body was paralyzed, and then he went to court and was sentenced to death and executed immediately.I really don't think he's alive.But what happened in this scene was beyond my imagination - now that I think about it, this kind of thing like time travel can happen, and it is not impossible to resurrect from the dead.

The next thing is the more troublesome thing, he is level ninety, and I only have level twenty after completing this task, it is a bit difficult to pick him.I don't at all want to join those big guilds and be exploited for labor.

I turned my head and saw Ginoza staring at me with a serious expression. I sighed and said, "Don't you have other jobs to do? Like tracking down criminals or something?" I don't really like his kind Elite bureaucrats, the main reason is that this kind of elites are really tall, rich and handsome, and I really don't get along.

And from the last time I met him, I felt that this guy had an aura of "hurry up and bully me, hurry up and bully me". I couldn't help but expose my nature time and time again. itchy hands

It's not good...it's not good.

Sure enough, I am not compatible with this kind of elite, rich and handsome.

"This kind of thing has nothing to do with you, right?" He touched his glasses.

"What's the value of a flat mirror? You can pretend." I complained.

"..." There was a crossroads on his forehead.

"Don't be angry, anger will cause the hue to be muddy."

"There's something I want to ask you."

"Just ask."

"When you were in the underground labyrinth, did you say silly things over and over again to divert my attention to prevent my psychological value from exceeding the allowed range?" This question was quite serious.

"Do you think that if you think about those things, you can guarantee that your way of thinking will not be affected?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No." This answer is quite honest.

"Actually, it's not impossible to talk when you calm down." I giggled.

He took a deep breath, repeated this three times, and finally choked out a sentence: "Thank you."

"So you... wait, what did you say?" I almost choked on my own saliva, that, did I hear correctly?Is this kid transgender?

There was a second intersection on his forehead.

"Uh..." I stared at the sky for a long time and finally said, "You're welcome." It was a bit unexpected to be so direct all of a sudden.

At this time, the system suddenly beeped and a prompt popped up: "Due to a special unknown event, the mission 'Protect Funahara Yuki' is completed by the player by default. Players can receive relevant rewards and exit this scene."

... My intuition tells me that there is definitely something wrong with this.