Forces of Temptation

Planning team: "..."

It's time for a dog.

[One-click help for audience outside the venue] is a one-line call, which is called by the holder unilaterally, and the called person cannot call back, in order to avoid connection errors.

The form is similar to a telephone answering machine.

The initiative to answer or not is entirely in the hands of the planning team.

The planning team could hear Su Meiying's screams, cursing, and begging before she died.

These are all high-quality materials, which are suitable for making synchronous sounds, and can be used in game videos afterwards to add tension and fun.

But when the desperate and hysterical crying was replaced by Nanzhou's calm questioning voice from another dimension, those who experienced the horror and horror from the bottom of their bones changed to the program group.

So much so that a staff member asked in a daze, "...Do you want to pick it up?"

"Take the fart!" The head of the planning team said irritablely, "Let it just ring like this! Just like Su Meiying, wait for it to hang up naturally!"

……

Nanzhou's fingertips counted the seconds, and accurately tapped the edge of the pager button.

Click, click, click.

Until 30 seconds after the call, the "off-site help" time is up.

The communication automatically hangs up.

Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang surrounded him.

Jiang Fang: "No one answered?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

This made him even more curious.

From the position where the button fell, it can be seen that this is something that Su Meiying was holding tightly in her hand before she died.

So why?

Su Meiying's "Zhaohui" ranks second on the list, and she even tied the lives of the other four teammates. Her strong will to survive must be extraordinary.

Could it be such an utterly useless thing that was held firmly in the hands of such a person until death when life was on the verge of extinction?

Unfortunately, Su Meiying was no longer able to answer their questions.

She quietly turned into a gray snow in this mountain house.

So Nanzhou and the others set off again to find the belongings of other teammates of "Zhaohui".

Unfortunately, the player's personal warehouse can only be opened by the player himself, otherwise they should have more discoveries.

Wei Chenghua, whose head was blown off, was very cautious in temperament, and never carried too many items on his body during the battle, so his trouser pockets were cleaner than his face.

Ren Liangji, who is poisonous to spiders, is different. He has a lot of bits and pieces in his pockets, and he can't clean them after several handfuls.

The contents included cigarettes, lighters, half-eaten chewing gum, used toilet paper, and dried orange peels.

Somewhat ironically, there is actually a can of bug spray among all the odds and ends.

...He actually hates bugs.

But nothing of value.

The Invisible Aishe loves to drink.

Probably because he was worried that the 99-man match would take too long and his alcohol addiction would be difficult to overcome, he filled a pot with a silver portable flagon and put it in his trousers pocket.

He probably didn't expect that before he had time to take a sip, his game would be completely over.

The only thing they discovered was Wang Huazang, who was able to replicate living things.

He was the only bookish one among them, and he carried a booklet and a ballpoint pen with him, and carefully recorded the important changes that occurred every day after they entered "Gravity".

If something happened, he would just write a few sentences, if nothing happened, he would just write the date, and routinely write "Nothing happened".

The booklet in his pocket didn't contain many records. It should be that the previous book was full and a new one was replaced soon.

The time is officially counted from half a month ago.

For about seven or eight days, all the notes in the notebook were "safe and sound".

Then, "Zhaohui" cleared a five-day PVP copy.

The rules of the game are also documented.

To put it simply, it is "catch the traitor".

"Zhaohui" and another team will be in a closed apartment of about 200 square meters.

On the first day of the game, a person from "Zhaohui" will be replaced by a person from the opposing team, who has the opponent's props, all memories, and knows that he is a "traitor".

Physical attacks cannot be used in the game, and only the "insider" vote can be used to determine who will be eliminated from each team tonight.

The end of the game is of course sudden death on the spot.

What the "insider" has to do is to adapt to the current role as soon as possible, conceal his true identity, and induce the members of the opponent team to vote for his own people in the secret ballot in the group at 21 o'clock every night, so that he, the "insider" " survived.

On the second day, the number of "traitors" in each group will increase by 1.

And so on.

Whoever votes to kill all the opponents first wins.

How to play games, how to mislead, how to cooperate, how to pretend to be a traitor and catch the real traitor, all were staged in the short five days, which was brilliant.

"Zhaohui" easily settled the game.

Just two days ago, shortly after they returned to the rest point, they received the task of pursuing the battle.

Regarding this mission, Wang Huazang briefly commented: "It's very lucrative, and it will be stable if you win."

But one of these plain and ordinary journals caught Nanzhou's attention.

Time is their first day in the PVP game copy.

In addition to the rules, Wang Huazang recorded: "Today Xiaosu lost one A-level prop, and Xiaosu cannot be angered within three days."

Nanzhou thought, why are the props lost?

For normal players, such things as "losing items" can only be caused by being robbed, or the map is too large, and they were accidentally lost while fleeing for their lives.

According to the rules, the game area where "Zhaohui" and their opponents are located is a small closed area.

What exactly happened that caused Su Meiying to lose an A-level item in a game of intelligence?

Nan Zhou looked at the red button in his hand.

Quizzes, buttons, props that can be lost...

The longer Nanzhou's eyes stayed on [spectators asking for help outside the venue], the information in the broadcast room became more and more anxiously intertwined, almost twisted into a ball of twists and turns.

"Can the things in his hand be recycled?"

"Ordinary props are not acceptable, let alone this special prop? This is a real-time broadcast. If we recycle it at will, won't it be true that we are interfering and interfering in the game?"

The game show group has always promoted "true restoration and natural development".

For example, if you rashly take back an item in a character's hand, it's like an important supporting character suddenly loses a treasure for no reason in an otherwise fluent article.

And such a treasure was discovered by him.

And has considerable value and foreshadowing.

When readers want to see how this thing works, it suddenly evaporates from the supporting characters and never gets a chance to appear again.

Then, the author's sense of existence and selfishness will be fully exposed at this time.

This is not the effect that the program group would like to see.

The deputy team leader of the broadcast group comforted the other members whose spirits were obviously hit: "It's okay, it's because Nanzhou has a sense of presence—"

The voice fell, and the audience became even more silent.

A group of figures made of information stared wide-eyed.

They all thought at the same time, who gave Nanzhou the sense of existence?

If it weren't for the fact that they were greedy for the ratings brought by Nan Zhou, and focused most of the cameras on them, so that most of the game viewers saw the whole process of Nan Zhou getting the props, would they still be so hard to get off now?

Can't think about it.

My face hurts thinking about it.

Countless pairs of eyes stared straight at Nan Zhou's finger that was pressing on the red button and was about to press it.

It seemed that what he was holding was not a help button, but a detonator that exploded when he pressed it.

On the other hand, the situation of the public opinion analysis team was the same.

"The game forum is fried!"

"Those who asked what the prop was accounted for 1% of the new posts in 34 universe, those who asked to point the camera at Nanzhou and wanted to watch the whole live broadcast accounted for 53%, and those who questioned the intentional intervention of the game show group accounted for 7%. Part of it has been worked hard to delete, but doubts are still coming..."

"Nanzhou is not the protagonist, and they are not the only popular players. It is impossible to live broadcast the whole process, but the proportion of shots can be appropriately increased. Communicate the demand to the broadcast team."

"Ok."

"..."

"The broadcast team said it couldn't be done. They asked us to use our brains. If Nanzhou really found something and tried to dial again and again, it would be a live broadcast accident!"

...who said no.

You know, Su Meiying always thought that she was contacting a certain brain, and the audience always thought so.

Su Meiying died, and it was all over. There was no answer to the call before death, which can also be explained as "the intelligent brain judged that Su Meiying was dead, so it didn't give any advice."

But if Nanzhou keeps dialing in later, what is this? Should the "intelligent brain" answer? "

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes in the void, Nan Zhou's hand hangs down.

Instead of pressing the off-court button again, he pocketed it.

Seeing this, the groups breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, when they realized that they had been manipulated to such a degree by a little monster they had played with in their hands, they all gritted their teeth in embarrassment and resentment, wishing to grab the ground with their heads.

Seeing that Nan Zhou didn't continue to study this weird communicator, Li Yinhang asked, "What should we do? What are we going to do next?"

Nan Zhou glanced at Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang accepted the words with a smile: "Let's win the game."

……

At the same time, the "Bronze" group of five stood on the edge of a circular square outside the "Colosseum", not knowing what they were waiting for.

He Yinchuan was bored, and as soon as the cat came to the side and secretly took a cigarette, he was swept away by Zhou Ao's bandages and confiscated on the spot.

He Yinchuan still kept the movement of pinching the cigarette with his fingertips: "..."

When he came back to his senses, he rushed forward with a smile on his face, and twisted Zhou Ao's arm playfully from behind: "I caught the deputy team hiding supplies. Hurry up and hand them over."

Zhou Ao's icy face blushed slightly, and the bandage rolled out with his backhand, tightening his slender waist, wrapping him and himself even tighter.

He Yinchuan couldn't stand it anymore, hissed, and slapped Zhou Ao's back: "The waist! The waist is broken!"

Zhou Ao was just a warning, and quickly loosened the bandages, and deliberately twisted two bandages to look like a small hand, and rubbed his waist covered with old wounds.

He Yinchuan was quite comfortable being served by him, he supported his waist and hummed softly twice.

Zhou Ao muttered softly and asked, "You can keep cigarettes privately, but people don't know if it's okay?"

He Yinchuan only cared about enjoying himself, turned his head and asked, "What?"

Zhou Ao pursed his lips: "It's nothing."

Lu Bifang and Liang Shu looked helplessly at the daily fight between the principal and deputy teams, while Lin Zhisong looked at the two strange men standing side by side at the other end of the circular square.

There are many players wandering outside the "Colosseum", but those two people are quite eye-catching.

……the reason is simple.

Among them, a man with a short stature and a gloomy face was tightly intertwined with the wrist of another tall and handsome young man.

The latter had a smile on his lips, locking in the hostility and malice that the former was about to move.

If Xie Xiangyu knew that he was evaluated as "gloomy" by a brat, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

He has always cared about his own image, and he likes to whitewash himself as a harmless and cheerful sunny boy.

... If it weren't for the sore waist and weak legs, the embarrassing place would still be tense and sad, Xie Xiangyu wouldn't even collapse the character set he loves to maintain.

He sat on the steps with his legs crossed, and asked Yi Shuige in a deep voice, "What did you bring me here for?"

Ever since seeing "Adam" appear, Yi Shuige has pulled her along and followed from "Zhijin" all the way.

Yi Shuige answered quickly: "Wait for Nanzhou and the others to come out."

"You want to cooperate with them?" Xie Xiangyu's voice was filled with malice, "Aren't you afraid that I will secretly set a trap to kill them?"

"What good things are you thinking about?" Yi Shuige poked his lung tube slightly with a smile, "You can't even kill me."

Xie Xiangyu's handsome face turned pale with anger.

Yi Shuige didn't want to talk about his real purpose with him, so he looked around and found Lin Zhisong and others with unusual temperament.

He raised his hand quite simply, and greeted him from afar.

Lin Zhisong nodded at him.

After the two computer geniuses in the real world simply greeted each other, they immediately looked away.

But a guess emerged in their minds.

——The other party seems to be waiting for Nan Zhou.

They all firmly believed that Nanzhou must be able to walk out of the flesh and blood hell of those 99 people.

After that, they all had something to discuss with "Cubic Ark".

...and they were not the only ones waiting for Nanzhou.

Yu Tuisi sat far away, tapping the edge of the wheelchair lightly with her fingertips.

When Chen Sufeng stood beside him, he still looked like a docile and docile younger brother, like a big sensible dog, without the slightest look of a wild dog that was biting and fighting with his life.

He said, "Brother Yu, if you feel that something is wrong with that new team that popped up all of a sudden, just tell me, and I'll talk to Nanzhou and the others—"

Yu Tuisi shook his head.

Today, he was wearing a black shirt, which made his face paler and his lips paler, and he was so handsome that he almost looked a little bit unlucky: "These words are best for me to say in person. Since I have pinned my hopes on them, We will do our best to help him."

Under the bronze sculpture outside the "Colosseum", stood another three-person team.

The fitness coach held a straw in his mouth and said uncertainly: "Sister Shen, do you think they still remember us?"

Shen Jie was thoughtful: "Who knows?"

Skinny Monkey: "What are we doing here? I think the three of them will win."

Shen Jie held her chin.

On her always shrewd face, there was a trace of confusion: "I think this is not right. The appearance of 'Adam', and the sudden start of the pursuit of Nanzhou...I can't say, but it is not right. We It's not supposed to be like this, the game seems to want to lead us to an ending they want."

Shen Jie has been fidgeting for a long time.

So, she wanted to come to Nanzhou, the teammate she had wanted to win over but now they were far apart from them, and ask them what they thought.

And just a hundred meters away from Shen Jie, Sun Guojing's trio wretchedly poked their heads out of the alley for a while, then retreated into the alley again.

With their simple minds, they didn't find anything abnormal about "Adam".

They just want to see with their own eyes whether the "cubic ark" that saved their lives can survive to the end.

They didn't have the guts to go in and PK with others, so they could only watch from afar and cheer them up silently.

While the group of people waited anxiously for different purposes, a congratulatory message was refreshed belatedly on the World Channel.

[Congratulations to "Li Fangzhou", riding the dust, overcoming obstacles, and winning the championship of the 99-person competition! 】

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