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Meeting room on the fifth floor.

Two long conference tables are facing each other, and there are several potted plants in the center of the table, which look green and lovely, but if you look closely, you will find that they are all fake.

The two conference tables had a total of [-] seats, and there were infusion stands beside seven of them. Everyone rushed in at the last second when the bell stopped, and then each found a place to sit down.

"Five men and two women, there are six of us here, just right."

The first thing Yi Wenwen did after she came in was to check the name card on the infusion bottle, and recalled the security ward announced earlier, "Then 406 should be two men and one woman, and there is No. 2 infusion room... ..."

After her words paused, she immediately realized something, and turned to look at Fu Qitang, "That sister..."

The second floor has been completely shrouded in the darkness that eliminates everything, and everything has turned into nothingness.

Everything happened so fast, when they ran up just now, no one remembered that the quiet girl who fell into a coma was still lying in the No. 2 infusion room.

She is dead.

Fu Qitang nodded, wanted to say something, but felt it was unnecessary, so he didn't say anything in the end.

"Hey, don't think about it, don't we almost forget about ourselves? Besides, that little girl was originally the responsibility of Qin Fuyun and the others. They threw her away first. Don't take care of us. .” Fatty Bai said.

He doesn't have any psychological burden. The husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when the disaster is imminent, let alone a group of strangers who are not very familiar with each other, and there is no friendship and trust at all?

"Compared to this, let's talk about the situation now? I was joking about the dimensionality reduction attack just now, bah bah bah, it's definitely not allowed. Let's seriously talk about what is that black and dark thing outside. What, why does it bring about the destruction of the world?"

The fat white man scratched his head, walked to the door of the conference room while talking, pressed his face against the glass, squeezed his eyes and tried to look out, trying to see if the darkness that stopped at the corner of the stairs was about to make a comeback.

Unexpectedly, a blood-red face hung down from above, and a large sarcoma protruded from the hollow eye socket, squeezed against the glass and burst with a "poof", spewing out a piece of blood.

"Fuck me! There's a ghost!!"

The fat white man was terrified, backed up again and again, and almost knocked down an infusion stand, but fortunately the tall boy was able to hold him up with his hand, and said with a smile, "Brother fat, can you do it? This is not the first time I have seen a ghost, and I was so scared so?"

"It's not my fault, it suddenly appeared in such a shape, you can't stand it." The fat white man said angrily, turned around and sat back at the table, and let the hunk girl slap on the door frantically.

"But it's good to have ghosts. Some ghosts mean that the rules are still valid. At least we are safe until six o'clock." The tall boy said.

"Is this world a product of consciousness?" the boy with glasses suddenly asked.

Seeing that the eyes of several people were all focused on him, he helped some of the glasses that had slipped off, and coughed lightly, "Sister Qin and the others killed that NPC, and darkness appeared. It assimilated the places it passed into darkness itself. I think this is not a dimensionality reduction blow, but a bit like erasing data.”

"When a person dies, the consciousness dissipates, and the images attached to the consciousness will naturally be erased, won't it?" said the boy with glasses. He spoke calmly, apparently having formed a relatively complete guess in his heart, " And the previous two earthquakes can also illustrate this point, the main body was found, and the consciousness was aware of it, so the world built by consciousness will vibrate."

Hearing what his friend said, the tall boy also showed an expression of understanding.

"And no one went to the bathroom..." he added, "It's been several hours since we came in, and none of us have any physical needs. Of course, this may also be because everyone didn't drink water. Running upstairs, Xiao Ming didn't sweat at all, which is absolutely unscientific! Xiao Ming is an otaku who sweats like crazy after a little exercise!"

"You don't need to say the last sentence." The boy with glasses said indifferently.

"So we've always been in the conscious world? Is it all fake?"

Yi Wenwen was a little dazed, and slapped Fatty Bai's arm with her backhand.

"What are you doing?!" Fatty Bai cried out in pain.

Yi Wenwen blinked.

The boy with glasses shook his head and said, "It's not what you think. If our body stays outside and only our consciousness is plugged in, then after someone is killed by a ghost in the first round, there will be no corpse left, but will become A set of 'invalid data' disappears automatically."

"If my guess is correct, we should have directly entered the consciousness of these two people. As for the lack of physical needs, this should be a reminder left by the train to the players." The boy with glasses pointed at the student who was thrown on the table The inch-cut man on the bed said lightly.

[52: I guessed it, it really is like this, I have felt something wrong since the earthquake]

[16: Yes, indeed, and if it is the world of consciousness, it can also explain why there are two conflicting and contradictory plots.Because this is originally the product of the consciousness of two people, they took the key elements and made up a story that suits their own tastes, making it confusing, but in essence it is the appearance of the train used to confuse the player]

[13:? ? ?No, this is too insidious, fortunately I didn’t come across this kind of dungeon back then]

[27: It seems that the upstairs is very lucky, I am different, hey, the past is unbearable]

[49: Uh...it's because of the bad luck upstairs, right? !This kind of copy is very rare, and most people have never encountered it. I have watched so many live broadcasts and this is the first time I have seen it]

[39: So you've decided that's the case?I still want to hear what Tangtang has to say! ]

"If we are in the conscious world and the player exists in a physical state, then is he?" Fu Qitang looked at the sword-browed man who had been unconscious from the beginning, and asked in a deep voice.

"Should be? Otherwise, the other person would not have been killed by Sister Qin and the others. And the reason why he has been in a coma is because he is maintaining this world with his consciousness." Yi Wenwen thought for a while.

Hearing what she said, Fatty Bai immediately understood, and thought of the key point by drawing inferences from one instance, "That is to say, we can clear the level as long as we find a way to wake him up? This is easy to handle, let me do it !” As he spoke, he raised his fist at the sword-browed man.

Seeing that the sandbag-sized fist was halfway down, the fat man suddenly changed his mind, turned his fist into a palm, and slapped the sword-browed man's chest lightly and heavily, and then again.

Yi Wenwen couldn't stand it anymore, and jumped out to stop her: "Stop, stop, what are you doing? Sexual harassment in the name of waking him up? Fatty, I won't take you like this!"

"Hey, what are you talking about? Can a pat between straight men be called sexual harassment?" The fat man laughed and explained with a smile, "And I'm not afraid of being too aggressive. This dude will hold grudges after he wakes up, so I want to be gentle with him."

The tall boy said, "Brother Fat, why don't you let me come."

"Both of you don't come here," the boy with glasses finally understood Fu Qitang's meaning at this moment, and sighed, "If hitting him can wake him up, he should have been thrown so many times before. Woke up. But he is still in a coma, which can only explain one thing."

The boy with glasses looked at the man with sword eyebrows, his face was a little confused, "He's just a projection of consciousness, players can't wake him up."

Fu Qitang nodded silently.

The plot has advanced to the present, and it has undoubtedly reached the most critical moment.

Entering the NPC's conscious world sounds incredible, but it is very possible if you think about it carefully.

When fakes are real, they are real and fake, real and unreal, Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies is indeed a trick that trains can play.

But Fu Qitang still felt something was wrong.

His brain was running fast, waking up every scene that happened in the past few hours, and it was shown like a revolving lantern.

Some details have been overlooked, and some problems have not been properly explained.

Why isn't there a single computer in the entire hospital?Is it because the consciousness of these two NPCs does not have the concept of "computer" at all?

No, this hospital is not the old building of the last century. On the contrary, it meets the standards of modern hospitals everywhere, except that there is no computer.

Is it a coincidence?

It would be too much of a coincidence.

Also, no matter what kind of plot you start from, the purpose of the ghost is to find and kill these two NPCs, but in fact they are not hidden.

The office on the fifth floor did not become a safe ward until the third round, which means that the ghosts in the previous two rounds can go in and search, and even there is a ready-made algae ghost in the fish tank in the office, so why is the sword-browed man hiding in the elevator behind the bookshelf? Not found?Didn't find him until he and Gong Zijun went in?

The writing in the mortuary clearly stated that the ghost had come in, and it opened all the corpse drawers one by one. How did the man with a haircut lying in it escape?

Finally, back to the most critical question, are these two plots really just products of pure consciousness?Is it the NPC's own story based on the key elements?Then what kind of roles do they play in this conscious world constructed by themselves?

A lot of information and questions flashed through Fu Qitang's mind at the same time, and he faintly felt that he was about to grasp that deeply hidden clue, but it slipped away in the next second.

Seeing Fu Qitang frowning, biting his lips slightly, with a pensive expression, like a small animal worrying about winter, Gong Zijun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly smiled.

Fu Qitang was alarmed, glanced at him, and was about to speak when he suddenly remembered what he said in the morgue.

— What matters is not what they say individually, but what they say together.

It was this sentence that made Qin Fuyun draw the wrong conclusion.

Because she believes that Gong Zijun's words are not aimless, and she believes that her own experience is far better than that of Fu Qitang. In addition, all the hints and clues found in the story can be matched, so she is more and more convinced that she must be right. .

But she was wrong.

Seeing her failure, I naturally drew a red cross on her thinking, thinking that it is not advisable to find common ground from the two plots.

I was also wrong.

But Gong Zijun is right.

The breakthrough point of this dungeon is indeed hidden in the plots of the two versions. They echo each other and imply the same thing, but it is definitely not about killing NPCs.

It's more obvious, and you don't even need to analyze it, because it's written there brightly, reminding the player that everything around them is not real.

It is the consciousness, but also the conversation between the subconscious and the self.

——It was a dream, and it was a dream jointly constructed by two people.

The sword-browed man and the inch-cropped man are the projections of the two in their dreams.

Because it is a dream, for the dreamer, the player is an NPC-like existence, and they will not have physiological needs such as eating, drinking, or going to the toilet.

Because it was a dream, even if the algae ghost was right next door to the sword-browed man, it wouldn't really find him, even if the ghost opened every corpse in the mortuary cabinet, it would only miss the one with the inch-cut man lying there.

The ghost in the dream is always just an atmosphere maker, which makes the dreamer feel fear and tension, but it never really catches and kills the dreamer.

Because it was a dream, this hospital was full of weirdness.It is generated by memory and imagination. If the dreamer has never been to a psychiatric hospital or research institute, the scene in the dream can only be modeled on a common hospital.

Because it is a dream, the sword-browed man and the inch-headed man serve as the two anchors of the dream world, so when one of them dies, the part of the dream constructed by him will naturally disappear, and the player, as the person in the dream, in their eyes It appears that parts of the world are being erased.

Also because it is a dream, no matter how hard the player tries, there is no way to wake up the unconscious sword-browed man.

After all, the person in the dream can never wake up the dreamer.

After figuring this out, Fu Qitang felt a little bit emotional when he suddenly realized.He looked at Gong Zijun's smiling eyes and wanted to be angry, but he couldn't help laughing after he put on a face.

"When did you find out?" He asked, his tone was a little helpless and unwilling, but more of a sincere admiration.

"Just now." Gong Zijun said, he lowered his eyes to suppress the smile inside, but joy sneaked out from the upward arc of the corner of his mouth, he was pleased with Fu Qitang's rapid growth, just like Fu Qitang a long time ago Tang treats him the same.

"Just a little earlier than you."

"I think it's a little over a billion." Fu Qitang shook his head helplessly, and couldn't help asking, "When you saw the text in the mortuary?"

Gong Zijun smiled without saying a word.

"Couldn't it be while reading the dean's diary? So early?!" Fu Qitang was surprised, "But how can you be sure? There's no way to verify it."

"I don't need to verify it," Gong Zijun said, his voice was low and steady, as if he was saying something that was not a big deal, "someone is willing to verify it, isn't it?"

"No wonder you didn't let me go to Qin Fuyun when I came up from the morgue, so there was such a thing." Fu Qitang muttered softly, but he didn't think much of it.

He had known for a long time that Gong Zijun was such a person, indifferent and indifferent, and he didn't care about other people's life or death.

He didn't force Qin Fuyun to die, and didn't even say a word, he just watched with cold eyes.

It seems that my education was not very successful.

This idea suddenly flashed in Fu Qitang's mind, he was stunned for a moment, feeling a little bit surprised but it seemed to be taken for granted.

"What charades are you two playing again?" Yi Wenwen asked curiously.

Fu Qitang shook his head, temporarily suppressed this inexplicable thought, cleared his throat and said, "It's time to end."

"Ok?"

"I mean, this dream...it's time to wake up."