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#80 Ten Nights of Horror (Eighteen)

Xuelu, Huo Luxing, and Zuo Tianmao are all from the camp of good people.

In order to ensure that the guess was correct, Xuelu approached Laura and confirmed that she was also a good person.

Laura sighed: "...you want a draw? Impossible."

As "ghosts", Xuelu and the other four won the first game.

For a tie, the other six out of ten, must still be in the same camp.

But now, Xuelu and the other four have turned into the camp of good guys, the other four have become ghosts, and the remaining two have not switched camps.

In other words, even if the ghost wins this game, there are still two people who have not won the game, and they will not be able to catch up in the third game no matter what.

"No, what I want to say is... this actually proves that there is no way to get hurt." Xuelu narrowed her beautiful eyes, and the golden eyes were like ripples of sunlight, "Think about it, if every round Switch camps, what will happen?"

Two wins in three rounds will produce the following possibilities.

1. Ghosts win, people win.

Due to the existence of "switching camps", in this case, the game ends in the second round, and the four ghosts in the first round win.

2. Ghost wins, ghost wins, ghost wins/min wins.

Due to the existence of "switching camps", in the second game, 8 people won once, and the third game is the real decisive game.

But in this case, there are two unlucky people, the good guys in the first round who were not switched in the second round, they are inherently one round behind, and they absolutely cannot win.

3. The people win and the ghost wins.

At this time, the winners are the four good guys in the first game who were lucky enough to be transformed into ghosts in the second game.

4. People win, people win.

Since there is a "switching camp", and the ghost camp can only accommodate four people, the game will end in the second round-the two good guys who did not convert into ghosts in the second round will win.

"It's not fair..." Laura narrowed her eyes, "It's very unfair. Regardless of whether the first game is won by the people or the ghosts, in terms of numbers, it is easier for the ghosts to pass the level in the first game."

"And, from this point of view, this is not like a reasoning game that emphasizes fairness and logical thinking, but more like a gambling game of luck."

"So, the 'two out of three' mentioned in the message...does it really refer to the individual's two out of three?" Xuelu laughed, "I'm afraid, it refers to the 'camp'''s two out of three!"

Laura was stunned for a second, and subconsciously wanted to refute "impossible", but she couldn't open her mouth.

That's right, if the "camp" wins two out of three games, there is no way to survive without injury!

This is not an "individual game" but a group game!

"Now it's the second round, there's still time," Xuelu said, "This round, the good guy camp must win, and the next round, the good guy camp must also win, because the good guy camp has 6 people. After switching camps, it can cover All players, but the ghost camp cannot."

This is the trick of the second ghost feast.

The four ghosts in the first round are 3 NPCs plus 1 player, and the NPCs communicate with each other, so there is a high probability that the ghost camp will win the first round.

In the second round, since 4 players discovered the camp switch, there is a high probability that they will try to win the ghost camp.

Then in the case of "two wins in three games", in the player's view, 8 players survived, but in fact, 3NPC+5 players survived.

And this truth, uttered by Xuelu, an NPC, completely harms the interests of employees.

Laura shook her head: "The three of you are teammates? You should think about it. If this guess is wrong, two wins in three rounds really refers to a 'personal victory', then the second round will be won by the people, and only we will survive." Four."

"The hard part is not persuading me, but persuading the people you want to help other than the four of us."

Xuelu was a little surprised that she could say such a thing.

Could it be that she has already noticed this way of clearing the level, but she hasn't told Chengcheng and Meteor yet?

In the distance, other people have already left the house, gathered together in twos and threes, must have discovered the "switching camp" and started to conspire.

"Listen," Xuelu said firmly, "my guess is definitely not wrong. Your task is to persuade your old teammates to trust you, and I will deal with others."

"I don't care if you can redeem your friendship through this, but you have to get them to cooperate."

Laura finally came back to her senses, with a complicated look on her face: "What organization are you from? I've never seen you on the list. Once you show up with your resourcefulness and appearance, it's hard to forget, unless this It's your first dungeon, but this is an S-level dungeon, so it's impossible."

"So, you..." There was confusion and emotion in her eyes, "I thought you were all cruel, emotionless killing machines, so..."

"You think too much." Xuelu blinked playfully, "Thank you for your compliment, I almost forgot, give me 2 A-level props, otherwise I will kill you now."

"..."

Laura took out two A-level garbage speechlessly, and saw that the beautiful NPC sold them for money without concealing her greed, and her mood became complicated again.

Can't you be more moved for a while!

I saw Xuelu walking towards the little rabbit, the great white shark and other four people who gathered together again. The three familiar words made the four of them dig out eight A-level props. His skillful movements and arrogant attitude made Laura click directly. Open the system to report.

Unexpectedly, the report was sent out for 1 second, and it was called back.

The reason is "ineligible format".

?

Laura stared at the system report panel and fell into deep thought. Isn't it just adding the name of the dungeon and the content?It's not a marriage application, the god damn format is not up to standard.

She didn't believe in evil, and reported ten times in a row, and was directly warned by the system that "the operation is frequent, and the reporting function has been banned for 5256000 hours."

Laura laughed angrily, 5256000 hours, 600 years?This is fucking longer than her ten reincarnations.

She finally understood the reason for this NPC's arrogance. If there was no one above him, she would commit suicide by standing on the spot.

Laura recalled things from long ago.

When she was still a rookie, because she perfectly played a C-level copy of "Single Survival", she was favored by the Crying Boy Brotherhood and was included in the talent reserve.

The top strategist of the fraternity, code-named "Flower Mounter", an extremely narcissistic patriarchal and gay rights activist, has given every newcomer a "unique little room that will make you feel more comfortable on the [-]th floor." "Skills" course, there is an introduction to the function of "report NPC".

"...It's strange and wonderful, isn't it? The broken and crazy interior has an extraordinary perfect 'order'. This is the core that supports all the 'violent aesthetics' and 'criminal art' that are praised by people. "

The decorator said: "...In a word, when you meet NPCs who 'play out of common sense', your best solution is not to reason with them, or try to show off their tragic past to influence them, but to open the door. Damn tethering our system panel, and calling up the 'report' function—”

The decorator played a scene recorded by A-level video props.

The camera shakes violently. The gentle thugs in suits and leather shoes run amidst the sound of explosions and flying dust. Lang Sheng uses voice to input the reason for the report and the copy of the report.

Three seconds later, the Gate of Light appeared in midair out of thin air, as described in the mythological system. A strange figure with black vines and scales appeared, and took away a little boy NPC in the center of the explosion. People couldn't help but sigh at the high efficiency.

"That little boy," said the decorator with a laugh, "I killed his whole family in the plot. Grandma, twin brother, and cheap parents... It made him very angry. However, his character It should be an autistic genius with 'Asperger's disease', he should stay quietly in the ward and plan strategies instead of rushing out and throwing bombs at us players."

There are also many cases, such as an NPC blackmailing the decorator for "rent-seeking behavior", or the decorator intentionally using an S-level prop to lure the NPC to leak information... the decorator recorded them badly one by one, and made them into Lesson plan.

Of course, 1000 gold coins were also charged to each newcomer for this despicable source of material.

Laura can't remember most of the cases, but in the mind of the girl in the newcomer period, the roar of the angry little boy in the explosion and gunfire when he was taken away by the people behind the giant gate left a deep impression on her.

"Being out of character, proactively leaking information, and rent-seeking behaviors can all be reported."

The framer lit a cigarette: "The dogs on the [-]th floor are not as free and unrestrained as imagined, and even to some extent, they are not as good as us."

At that time, Laura retorted: "We can only report, but they can easily kill us."

"Good question, little girl." The framer smiled, "Does it look like the people and the army?"

"It's not like," Laura said seriously, "the army protects human beings. In essence, they are the same kind of core, at least they are all human beings. What about NPCs? Ghosts, monsters, killing machines, they are predators and humans like us. A prey relationship. How can you empathize with them?"

Laura had already forgotten the answer given by the framer at that time. This memory is too far away.

Just a month before entering the copy of Ten Nights of Horror, the framer died in a small welfare book that was not taken seriously by anyone, and never came out again.And his position was also replaced by the rival "Raphael", who had been coveting for a long time.

Xuelu is back, even if he is familiar with this beautiful and holy face full of contradictions, he will be amazed at certain moments involuntarily.

Laura regained consciousness from her memories, and closed the reporting window calmly.

"I convinced them." Laura couldn't help laughing mockingly, "The four of us are good people anyway. And the first three missions only need 3, 4, 4 people. Even without their assistance, we can do it." A perfect victory."

This is just an announcement.

In fact, Laura did not go to Orange and Meteor.

She thought absurdly, if they could really leave this dungeon alive together, then go apologize.

Xuelu nodded: "There is one hour left before the first task, come, let me show you something."

In safe times, although the surroundings are still dark, a flashlight can solve the light source problem.If the black at the time of peace is a bottle of diluted ink, the time of magic is the solid ink itself.

They stepped on the winding gravel road, crossed the creek and reached the iron fence. Laura lay on the fence and looked out in doubt——

"God," she was shocked, "what the hell?"

It turned out to be a scorching sun and a very sunny courtyard outside.

The dry and dry trees that can be broken by the wind, the barren and barren land, and the strong sunlight make everything barren, reflecting strong light, making people uncomfortable like a domineering power.

There are no delicate flowers, no neatly manicured bushes, no statues, little fountains, and dark corridors when you come.

They are like mirages in the desert, and when they wake up, they will fall to pieces.

Just now, Xuelu also watched this scene.

It is completely different from the outside world at the time of encountering a demon. There is no vitality here, but there is no malice like hell-like blood spreading across the sky.

Laura has calmed down: "It's unbelievable... Are we in an illusion now? In an enchantment? Or in some damn dream?"

"Are there any similar S-level dungeons you have experienced?" Xuelu stared into her eyes, "Playing werewolf killing and board games, but there is actually an irrelevant plot line?"

Laura thought about it carefully: "If you say yes, you have it."

"There is, uh, a copy of the Blizzard Villa mode called [Focus Moment], which requires finding the real murderer in the locked mansion within 48 hours. The 12 of us solved the case non-stop and found the real murderer. Five of us Individuals worked together, and they were sent to the furnace to be burned alive."

"As a result, after solving the case, we didn't leave the dungeon," Laura smiled wryly. "Our real identity is actually the guests of the 'reality show'. To solve the case, the five people who played the role of the real culprit will not die, they just staged an accident—it was our carelessness that killed them.”

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, there are many contradictions. For example, the identity is a role of 'maintenance worker', with delicate hands, wearing brand-new socks and shoes. But at that time, time was tight, and we didn't consider other aspects."

Xuelu didn't want to hear about her tragic past, so he went straight to the point: "How did you leave the dungeon in the end?"

"At that time, my teammate was a decorator and a few old seniors. They planned a counter-kill during the second reality show. They destroyed the shooting site, controlled the director team, and called the police with the bodies of the five players who died in the previous game as evidence. , hacked into the crew’s communication equipment, and published an unedited video on the Internet, which caused a huge social sensation. The director team and the forces behind it were eradicated by the police... We passed the customs.”

"Unfortunately," Laura sighed, "experience can't be used."

In this dungeon, props, equipment, and bloodlines are all banned. I don't know if I have learned the lesson of that dungeon.

They got together and chatted for too long, and other players also came over spontaneously.

After hearing the regrettable conclusion, Dahai comforted: "But this reminds us that there is no way out if we follow the system's nose and continue to play 'small games'."

"Whoever still has clues, don't hide any more," he appealed. "The first two rounds were lucky. Xuelu helped us find a way to break the round. But this round ended safely, and there is still the next round, the next round. There will always be times when we can’t find the ‘clearance without injury’. Indulging in cannibalism will only continue to reduce the number of people, the amount of information will be lost, and the way will be lost, and no one will be able to get out in the end.”

But the others all looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one gave important clues.

After all, the host had "warned" not to go out at all times, so no one dared to go out to investigate.

In addition, after 6 hours of tight peace time, you can only sleep for 6 hours during the evil time. This way of life is reversed day and night, and the 24 hours a day is reduced to 12 hours. biological clock.

In Bianhua's room, it fell into silence again.

Some experiments have shown that people's senses, spirit, and mentality will inevitably suffer from negative erosion if they are kept in the dark for a long time.

Those layers of candle shadows, like "ghosts" watching quietly one after another, are projected in hell, waiting for their fall.

At present, all they can do is to continue the "small game" to delay the time so that the overloaded brain can continue to work.

24 hours later, the good guy camp won two consecutive games, and the second round of the ghost banquet ended. Like the last time, they fell into a coma and woke up in Xueyue Building——

This time, something is different.

It's that dream again.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, the shadow of the looming building, and the dark and decadent interior.

This time, Xuelu didn't faint, and there was no hideous blood-stained bandage on his abdomen, and he was able to mobilize his body.

He was dazed, blank, without fear or any other emotion.

Only curiosity is burning.

But there is more than Xuelu in blankets in the house.

The lotus leaf typing on the computer on the bed, Chi Ying who is looking for clues in front of the bookshelf, and "Father Albert" who seems to be using props with his eyes closed.

The priest had no beard, his brown hair was tied neatly behind his head, he was handsome and elite like a financial tycoon, Xuelu almost couldn't recognize him.

Immediately afterwards, the next plot came: the door was knocked.

The agent shouted anxiously: "It's on fire, evacuate quickly!"

He Ye put down the computer in surprise: "Fire? What kind of plot, isn't the main activity scope of the dungeon this building?"

Chi Ying also hesitated: "Is there a fraud, making a fuss? In mystery novels, some murderers will set fires, explosions, etc. in order to divert attention."

"Yes," He Ye frowned, "Is the person outside the door really an agent? The door is unlocked, why is he knocking, why not just come in soon?"

Chi Ying lowered his voice: "It is said in the ghost story that ghosts cannot freely enter and leave a room with people, and must obtain the owner's 'permission', such as knocking on the door..."

In the silence of several people, Father Albert opened the door first: "Don't think about it, I'll check it out, you wait here first!"

Soon, one second or ten seconds, the flow of time in the dream was chaotic, and the priest had already returned.

"It's really on fire!" He said with a serious face, "Hurry up, the fire is very serious, the entire 21st floor is covered in smoke!"

21th Floor……

Xuelu had a splitting headache. In her last dream, she clearly said that the [-]th floor was collapsing. How could a catastrophe randomly choose a building?Also, what about the agent?

But he couldn't make a sound, he could only follow the crowd out, circling down the stairs...

And he found that this time, his injured part was not on his abdomen, but on his feet.

Although he couldn't feel the pain, his mobility was still hampered. When he was running, he hit the ground hard. However, because he was traveling very fast and the corridor was dark, his companions didn't notice his departure.

"Damn!"

With a muffled grunt, he tried his best to turn over from the ground, but his ankle twisted limply, and he couldn't stand up.

"Sister Jiang!...Father!"

He yelled a few more times, but still no one responded. I don't know if he had gone too far, or he had given up on him.

"He" could only drag his unconscious calf, hugging the dusty and dirty handrails, and climbed down one step at a time.

But the speed of the flames spread like a tiger pouncing on its prey, attacking him mercilessly.

Desperation, bewilderment, and unspeakable sadness instantly filled the heart of the bystander Xuelu.

Before being swallowed by bright crimson, a tall man appeared.

The man was dressed in a field uniform, with military boots on his feet, and holsters on his shoulders.

who is thisIn the dream was a third perspective, Xuelu could clearly see that figure appeared in the shadow out of thin air.

But in the dim light, he couldn't see his face clearly.

agent……?No, he seems to be taller than the agent, more than 1.9 meters.

The man bent down, and involuntarily picked up the tearful "Xuelu" as easily as a clothes, carried it on his shoulders in an extremely uncomfortable position, and ran downstairs.

"So light?" the man said to himself, "You are 178cm tall and weigh only 53kg. You are severely malnourished. Don't you usually eat?"

"Thank you for saving me..." This "Xuelu" seems to have quite a personality. Apart from being polite, he also has thorns on his body, and he doesn't forget to yell at others when he is sobbing: "But, it seems that whether I eat or not has nothing to do with you? You Is it the weight scale?"

"The temper is not small," the man said, "well, the sandbag must have the self-consciousness of the sandbag, and the sandbag can't talk."

"Xuelu" choked, lowered his head sullenly, let the man hold his waist with one hand, support his head with the other, and walked downstairs like an animal.

Even though the call for help just now was not heard, the appearance of the man gave "Xue Lu" a glimmer of hope.

"Father—Sister Jiang!" he shouted, "Wait a minute! There is one survivor, we are together!"

The voice of the boy Qingyue echoed in the corridor, but apart from the tooth-piercing "crack" sound from the flames burning the building, there was no response for a long time.

"Damn it," Xuelu gritted his teeth, and shouted louder, "Father! Can you hear me!"

The man suddenly said: "They are gone."

Everyone left the building?

Can't tell whether it's disappointment or emotion, "Xuelu" pursed her lips: "I dragged everyone down, and it's normal for them to abandon the burden."

The man didn't continue to comfort the depressed boy, but just walked downstairs step by step.His pace was fast but steady, and Xuelu didn't feel too uncomfortable being carried like this.

"I haven't asked yet, are you?"

The man paused.

He glanced at a public welfare slogan in the corridor, which read "Be cautious in your words and deeds, restrain yourself and discipline others."

Human beings seem to like to name themselves with famous sayings, poems and dictionaries.And the meaning of this sentence, he also likes it very much, it is very suitable for him who guards order and law.

The man thought for a while, and then said: "Lv Xing."

"Xue Lu" did not doubt that he was there, hearing it in his ears made his cheeks feel hot.

"Lü" is obviously not a surname, what, let him be called by his first name when he comes up.

It feels weird, this man is not interested in him, is he? !

The author has something to say: Xuelu: I, who is beautiful, lovable and confident, have attracted another suitor. Alas, I am so distressed.

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