Forces of Temptation

Nan Zhou, who took a nap, woke up and was fine.

Li Yinhang watched him curiously for several times, and finally admitted that the paper man is indeed a paper man.

His cheeks were flushed from the fever just now, but now not only has the fever subsided, a pale pink scab has grown from the pierced wound.

Sure enough, in the comics setting, there is no disease that cannot be cured by sleeping.

Jiang Fang touched his forehead and after confirming that nothing happened, he took the medicine powder and applied a thin layer on his half-healed wound.

He focused on Nan Zhou's wound and asked softly, "What did you dream about just now?"

Nan Zhou said truthfully: "Forget it."

His dreams are often funnel-shaped, and any images and words cannot stay, only a faint aftertaste remains.

The aftertaste of the dream just now is a bit like coffee panna cotta.

The ground coffee is bitter when it just melts in the mouth.

But after adding a little condensed milk suddenly, it became faintly sweet.

Jiang Fang drew a heart on his shoulder with medicine powder.

The vertical, reddish wound naturally took the shape of an arrow, piercing through his bland, boring, years-damaged heart that smelled of medicine, piercing his chest slightly numb from the air.

After hesitating, Jiang Fang let his heart rest on Nan Zhou's shoulder like a butterfly.

With external application, but also supporting internal medicine.

The wound medicine just now was coaxed down by Jiang Fang while Nan Zhou was feverish and dazed.

Now that Nan Zhou is awake, his sweet nature is on the attack, and after smelling the wound medicine whose packaging and smell are similar to Shuanghuanglian Oral Liquid, he loses the interest in drinking it.

Seeing Nan Zhou sitting there, silently wrestling with a tube of bitter medicine, Li Yinhang couldn't help laughing.

Nan Zhou has always been cold and impeccable, only the occasional image of a naive and stubborn child on his body makes Li Yinhang feel that "he is the youngest of them".

Jiang Fang picked it up and sniffed it, then took one by himself, and put one in Nan Zhou's hand: "One for you, one for me."

Nan Zhou was a little confused: "You're not hurt."

Jiang Fang didn't answer, just took the medicine in the small brown glass bottle in his palm, and lightly touched the small medicine bottle held by Nan Zhou.

--Ding.

Accompanied by his half-gentle and half-coquettish tone: "Cheers."

Jiang Fang drank the bitter medicine seriously.

Seeing him like this, Nan Zhou also held the straw in his mouth and obediently drank at the rhythm of his swallowing.

Nan Zhou was curious while sipping.

...It's strange, it's really not that bitter.

They just sat and looked at each other, and they felt peaceful in their hearts, which was very good.

After drinking the medicine, Jiang Fang wanted to ask him more about his friends, but Nan Zhou was too energetic, so before he could bring the topic back on track, he wanted to get out of bed and go out to find someone to end the 99-man match as soon as possible.

Li Yinhang disagreed.

According to Li Yinhang, since they have already dealt with the most difficult "Zhaohui", it is best to stay here and wait for the time limit for hunting to pass, hold the points securely in their hands, and then talk about other things.

Nan Zhou said, "I want to go out early and see how 'Adam' is doing."

Li Yinhang was at a loss: "Who is 'Adam'?"

Nan Zhou motioned her to look at his operation interface.

Li Yinhang glanced over and discovered the sudden change in the team leaderboard.

Li Yinhang: "..."

She couldn't figure it out.

Nan Zhou was fighting, getting injured, having a fever and flirting with Jiang Fang, why could he notice the changes on the list faster than himself?

Is this the legendary time management?

She stared at this strange team name, quickly added, subtracted, multiplied and divided in her mind, and soon realized that it had swallowed the points accumulated by the original "Zhaohui" before it sat on the rocket and ascended to the sky.

Li Yinhang raised the same question as most people on World Channel: "Is 'Adam' the reserve team for 'Zhaohui'?"

They may be allies with good relations and mutual trust, and they have already reached an agreement secretly.

As long as one party dies, all points will be transferred to the other party unconditionally?

Regarding Li Yinhang's speculation, Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou shook their heads in unison.

Li Yinhang thought about it, and felt that it really didn't make sense.

Outsiders don't know, but they just played their lives with "Zhaohui".

"Zhaohui"'s desperate performance is not at all like having such a safe life-saving talisman in his hand.

Jiang Fang said: "If there are really props that can allow two independent teams to form an alliance, it can only prove that 'Adam' is more valuable than 'Zhaohui', so valuable that all members of 'Zhaohui' are there for them. Charge into battle and sacrifice the consciousness to block the gun."

Does "Zhaohui" have such awareness?

The answer is maybe, but it's not in line with normal human nature.

Whether it's by stepping on other people's corpses as a ladder, or by relying on abundant prop supplies, they have their own abilities to get to where they are today.

When they were desperate, another covenant team was leisurely walking in the middle, unknown and showing no aggressiveness.

And "Zhaohui", who was already firmly in a high position, not only did not have the slightest intention of terminating the contract with these two salted fish, but was willing to work hard for them, standing on an unbearably high place to shield them from the wind and rain.

Or, there are their relatives, lovers, and friends in "Adam", so that "Zhaohui" can make sacrifices for them willingly without complaint.

Or, "Adam" has terrifying strength, and "Zhaohui" is just their pawn.

Or, "Zhaohui" was tricked by someone, and made a wedding dress for someone else without knowing it.

The second and third possibilities can coexist under certain circumstances.

Nanzhou thought a step further.

He questioned because: "This is unreasonable."

His way of thinking is still the same as before.

"...If there is such an item that can form an alliance, wouldn't the teams be able to unite?"

And this is obviously not in line with the original intention of the game maker.

According to the rules of the game, points cannot be traded unless they are exchanged in the form of props.

Even so, the premium won't be much.

Even if there are item hunters in the game who like to block roads and rob like the former Sun Guojing trio, the only items they can rob with force value are the items.

From these seemingly inconspicuous details, it can be seen that if points can be inherited, handed over, and transferred at will, then the game official will divide tens of thousands of players into small groups of up to five people, and will not let them The behavior of group action is meaningless.

However, such alliance-type props appeared in this game.

This is extremely contradictory.

So, why is there such a contradiction?

Nan Zhou bit the straw with thin edges and corners for oral wound medicine, thoughtfully.

In the broadcast room, the slender figures made up of countless streams of information stopped their movements and looked at Nanzhou, who was holding a medicine tube like a lollipop, from all angles.

One of them, full of surprise, asked the doubts in the hearts of everyone present: "...What's the matter with him?"

The seemingly contradictory props are of course the green light to allow the two-person team "Adam" to better integrate into the game and win the victory more logically.

"Adam" was their pre-determined champion.

How to control the direction of the game, the director team had two attitudes at the beginning.

One side wants to make "Adam" crushing from the very beginning, erecting a ceiling, allowing players to repeatedly experience fear and despair in the constant challenges and peaks of the battle, and in the end they can only watch them win.

In short, it is an overwhelmingly cool script, which is convenient for the audience to substitute in and enjoy the thrill of Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas and people blocking and killing people.

One side took out the huge amount of observation data accumulated during the internal testing period of the game, starting from the brainwave waveforms, fear peak points, etc. of the more than [-] experimental players, and demonstrated in detail that human beings are accustomed to staying safe. zone and comfort zone creatures.

If you don't create an illusion of "fair competition" for them, but directly build an insurmountable wall in front of them, a small part of them will of course fight to the death, getting more and more courageous as they get frustrated, but there are also quite a few who are trying If there is no result, he will lie flat and commit suicide.

In the end, the director group adopted the second program script.

"Adam" can't stand out too much at first.

In this way, it is not only convenient for them to take advantage of the information gap and profit from the audience, but also have the fun of reversal, and the transition is reasonable and logical, which can make these players have the illusion of "I can win".

As a result, the humble creature with a lower dimension than human beings is actually the first to reach out and touch this layer of truth?

It's just that they can't control Nanzhou's thoughts, let alone his actions, they can only point more cameras at Nanzhou.

The invisible eyes, like the compound eyes of a giant insect, were aimed at this little monster created by humans in dense numbers, observing everything about him coldly.

Nan Zhou bit the bitter straw in his mouth, and he didn't realize all this.

About 10 minutes later, Nanzhou and the others left this well-chosen hiding place and began to wander in the bungalow.

No matter where they go, there are a lot of cameras following behind them.

... full of pomp and circumstance.

If all these snooping shots were exposed to the sun, Nan Zhou and the others would receive as much attention as the world's most popular stars.

And the data that the director team investigated at the beginning did come in handy at this time.

For the only single-digit players left in the 99ers, Nanzhou is the insurmountable wall.

99 people are almost dead.

The encirclement team composed of 20 people was surrounded by Nanzhou alone, and rushed to pieces.

The most powerful "Zhaohui" all died.

The strong psychological impact caused by one after another of the facts made the two mentally broken teams choose to commit suicide collectively, in order to get rid of the endless fear and anxiety waiting to die.

The few remaining people who had the courage to challenge Nanzhou also gave up their plans to take the initiative and waste their strength.

They hibernate patiently, hoping that Nanzhou and the others will relax their vigilance, a certain time when they can turn the tables with one blow and output against the wind.

Therefore, even if Nanzhou and the others walked swaggeringly in the corridor, even if they passed by these hidden people, none of them dared to take a breath.

It can be said that wherever they pass by, there is no sound.

Nan Zhou managed to find Su Meiying's wreckage in a certain corridor under such unobstructed wandering, watched by all the staff.

More precisely, ashes.

Su Meiying's hairpins, clothes, shoes and socks were scattered on the ground.

The dust covering half of the corridor is the masterpiece of the mountain wind outside the window.

The ashes of Su Meiying's body were evenly smoothed by the wind, and fell on the floor among the slightly hollowed out, lifelike animal patterns, stretching for more than ten meters, forming a totem scroll full of vitality.

On one side of the corridor, the worn and whitish statue of the Virgin looked down mercifully at Su Meiying's corpse spread out on the ground.

Nanzhou looked at Su Meiying who was lying on the ground: "Is this the function of the cursed props?"

Jiang Fang shrugged and said innocently, "Who knows."

...As if the current scene has nothing to do with him.

Nanzhou didn't ask too much.

Because he found something interesting.

From under Su Meiying's sleeve, he took out [A key to help the audience outside the venue].

The broadcast studio was the first to see Nanzhou's actions.

Their data flow is slowed down.

Someone even swears obscenities unconsciously: "Fuck?!"

……

It was a communicator with a round red button, other than that, there was no extra decoration.

The minimalist style is incompatible with all kinds of delicate props in the game.

...It's a bit like the communication station in [Brain Invasion], when they entered the last room to deliver the task.

Nanzhou shook off the fine sand on it, watched it curiously, and tried to put the props into his backpack.

A bright red x jumped out on the operation panel.

This is what "containment prohibited" means.

Of course.

Because it is the same as the props that are bound to the points of "Zhaohui" and "Adam", [One-click help audience outside the stadium] is also a special prop that can only be used for "Zhaohui", directly bound with the holder Su Meiying, and cannot be transferred .

That's why it didn't disappear with Su Meiying.

……

In the studio, countless pairs of eyes stared at Nan Zhou's movements, hoping that he would quickly put down the prop and pretend nothing happened.

...Then, Nan Zhou frankly pressed the call button in front of everyone in the studio.

Su Meiying is dead, but the item library is still locked with this bug item.

Her props have been almost consumed by this thing that can no longer get a response, but the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and as a crazy props hoarder, she still has a lot of stock.

Nanzhou didn't pay anything, only spent a C-level item from Su Meiying, and went straight to the outside.

In the planning team that was working hard, there were staff members arranged by the company that originally sponsored "Zhaohui" to give Su Meiying and the others "off-site reminders".

At this moment, at the staff's hand, the button that should have never sounded suddenly lit up.

"……Hey."

In the game planning team, Nanzhou's cold and indifferent voice resounded: "Who are you?"