don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The monkey youth's mind became a mess.

His body has been completely sculpted, and he has been completely deprived of the ability to move. He can only maintain a single movement and sit rigidly on the chair, powerless to watch other people try their best to avoid this weird "infection".

But this is also the most desperate place.

He was not forced out of the dream and woke up in reality because he turned into a sculpture—even in the bottom of his heart, the monkey youth had silently prayed for this matter countless times.

As long as he could escape from this dream, he would rather pay some price for what other people called emotion, ability, talent... and so on.

Being imprisoned by one's own body in a gray prison, unable to move and not knowing time, this fact alone is enough to drive people crazy.

Under extreme anxiety, the monkey youth even began to envy the smashed game producer.

——At least the opponent is now broken into many pieces, and occasionally he will be accidentally kicked by the panicked people. In a sense, he can move his body...

"...It can be seen that the most lacking ability of most people is to be satisfied with their current situation."

Ling Su carried his partner on his shoulders. He was observing the crowd, and he naturally noticed that the sculpture of the monkey youth was dragging the chair with all his strength, moving with difficulty and bumping into the corner of the table.

Ling Su murmured with emotion: "Is it because the status quo means you already have it, and having it will make people get used to it..."

If Song Huaimin was here, and he heard that he started discussing philosophy again inappropriately, he would be used to kicking him immediately.

But Ling Su's current partner is Zhuang Die, the little curly hair moved around his neck, and he asked very flatteringly, "Are many people able to do it?"

"I will too." Ling Su nodded with interest, "This is human nature. Have you ever climbed a mountain?"

"When you stand on the top of the mountain, the mountain is actually not that important. Especially after staying for a long time, if you have been sitting on the top of the mountain for ten days or ten years, you will always feel that other mountains are taller and more beautiful."

Ling Su explained: "It's not that there's something wrong with your mountain, but because you're too used to it."

Just like horse face and rooster, outdated actors finally gave up their original goals and chose to attack traffic stars, because they envied the other party's life under the spotlight-but the prey of stars was actors, he envied actors even more, and longed to have actors like him. The other party's acting skills are so consummate.

As a lawyer, Ms. Hu benefits from being beyond ordinary people's rationality and calmness, but she is dissatisfied that she is always too rational and hinders her career development.

The hunting dog man wants to gain the spatial imagination ability of others and become a better chess player.But he didn't realize that for so long, he has actually been used to making moves by calculation, and switching to another method may not be able to adapt.

Everyone is envious of other people's talents, but they are accustomed to their own abilities, and even think that this is a hindrance, and want to give up without any explanation...

Zhuang Die suddenly said "ah".

"When we try our best to gain, we lose more..." Ling Su skillfully stopped talking, "Did I talk too much?"

"No." Zhuang Die shook his head, "I know what the game producer really wants to do."

He was being carried by Ling Su on his shoulders, and he raised one hand and tugged at Ling Su's hair, letting him get closer, and said a few words quickly in a low voice.

Ling Su was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any further questions. He just listened carefully to Zhuang Die's words and nodded.

Zhuang Die jumped off his shoulders.

The rules of the game in this space have been roughly figured out by everyone. There are two points in total: people and objects that have become sculptures are not allowed to be touched, and absolute stillness is not allowed to exist.

Apart from these, the gray and white vision that has been spreading and has now filled the entire room has no more impact than causing psychological pressure on everyone.

It is due to the inertia of thinking that has always existed before that everyone associates color with sculpture.

In the current situation, although the whole room and the people in it have turned mottled gray and white, except for the young monkey and the hunting dog who were first recruited, most of them still retain their basic mobility.Even the horse face whose legs have become sculptures is trying hard to do aerobics with only the upper body left, and makes various exaggerated expressions regardless of demeanor to move the facial muscles.

——In fact, if you look closely, the sculptures of the monkey youth and the hunting dog can also move at an extremely slow speed, but the efficiency is really ridiculously low...

Zhuang Di moved his body quickly, and walked towards the long table before becoming stiff again.

On the way, he was irresistibly attracted by the 0.075x slow-motion lingering of the monkey youth and the corner of the table for a while.But he still managed to overcome the temptation, and did not squat aside to continue observing.

Seeing that Zhuang Die finally took action, Miss Hu's eyes lit up: "Did you find anything?"

Zhuang Die nodded, and he slowly circled the long table twice with his hands behind his back: "I'm going to play a prank."

He began to speak in that somewhat depressing, rough tone again, his speech speed was a bit slow, and his back became slightly hunched: "Do so many people want other people's 'fragments'? Exactly, besides wanting to give That annoying streamer has learned a lesson and has nothing serious to do, and no one likes to play my game anyway."

"They all said that the game levels I made were cumbersome, the plot was boring, the plot was old-fashioned, the emotion was pale... In short, all of them were useless."

Speaking of this, he didn't know whether it was mocking or self-deprecating, he snorted coldly: "A few decades ago, it was still possible to deceive people. In this era, don't even dream that others will come to play."

"I thought about it for a long time, what was the problem, and then I figured it out."

"The game is not doing well, it must be because I, the person who makes the game, has something wrong."

"In terms of game development, I didn't have any talent at all, but it was just because I had enough enthusiasm back then. After so many years, my enthusiasm has long been exhausted, and of course I can't make anything good."

"My game world has long been gray and stiff, I have been unwilling, and now it's time to end..."

As he spoke, he stopped by the table and stretched out his hand towards the game console.

"Be careful!" Miss Hu said urgently, "The game console is also a sculpture, if you touch it, it will be assimilated!"

It's not that they haven't tried to destroy the game console, but the pig-faced man just tried to touch it, and half of his palm was already so stiff that he couldn't move it.

Worried that Zhuang Die didn't know the rules, Ms. Hu hurriedly reminded him loudly, but found that the other party not only did not avoid it, but instead held the game console with both hands and raised it above his head.

The game designer rolled his eyes slowly.

Seeing the people who were about to be completely covered in gray and white, the half of the sculpted face under the table was broken, and the corners of the stiff mouth seemed to have a weird arc at some point.

The game console was smashed to the ground.

Almost the moment it touched the ground, it was completely torn apart, as if someone was expecting it on purpose.

At the same time, the color on everyone's body has finally completely faded away, and everyone seems to be integrated with this space, and is covered by ashes and paleness.

Once those gray and white stains are on the body, they can no longer be photographed off, and in everyone's heart, there is also a sense of strangeness that does not belong to them.

Not the tried-and-true rage, the feeling of emptiness, like a transparent cover over a certain area of ​​the brain - nothing seems to have changed, but everything seems to be different Interesting, everything is boring, nothing is interesting anymore.

……

A game designer finally got his wish and destroyed his own console.

He only had half of his face left, and he couldn't make a proud or happy expression.In the basement, there is only cheerful but extremely monotonous electronic music playing tirelessly.

Losing the control of the game console, the screen of the projector also turned into a snowflake with no input...

"Does this get you excited again?" someone asked in his ear.

The sculpted face of the game designer froze imperceptibly.

Zhuang Die squatted down, his two hands were not assimilated by touching the game console, and even his body had returned to normal.

In fact, all of the zombie effects disappeared after the console was smashed.It's just that no one feels excited because of this—it's not that they don't expect this to happen, but that even the feeling of "excitement" seems to be insignificant after the consciousness is covered by that strangeness.

"You enter the game as a player, not to appreciate the fight at close range, but to be the victim."

Zhuang Die picked up a small stick from nowhere and poked at the game designer's broken face sculpture: "You decided to give up this business. But after all, you have fought for it for so long, and the last game must be witnessed by someone. "

The game designer did not feign death. For the first time when it was "dark", Niutou was really dead - except that there was no murderer that time, and Niutou killed himself.

This death directly detonated everyone's fear, vigilance and suspicion, and then kicked off the prelude to hunting.

"The reason I didn't think of that immediately was because of two things."

Zhuang Die said: "First, once the dream master dies, the dream domain will automatically disintegrate, but this dream domain has not been affected by your death. Second, I think there is no game experience at all..."

"Later I realized that what happened in the villa is just the prologue of the game for you, and the part you really enjoy is here: the basement."

"After dying in a villa, you can't return to reality because it's not a real death. Part of the victim becomes a sculpture, and another part comes here."

"The other victims should still be here. What did you make of them?" Zhuang Die looked around, "Projector? Table? Chair?"

The pupils of the game designer shrank.

"So it's a chair." Zhuang Die nodded, "I understand."

"When looking for the order of seating, the empty chairs where no one is sitting will increase the projection number. It's not that the game has opened a simple version for us, but because the chairs are the players."

He was a little tired from squatting, so he stood up and looked around carefully, pulled an ordinary chair and sat down, then bent down to pick up the game designer's face: "As for the first question... I guess, it's because the dreamer , or the GM of the game is not you at all."

The full name of GM is GameMaster (Game Manager), responsible for maintaining and supervising the game, and dealing with various problems encountered by players.It is precisely because of this that the authority of the GM account is usually much higher than that of ordinary players.

In principle, GM is not allowed to participate in the game, and players cannot play the role of GM.

In order to personally participate in the game, Niutou chose to become one of the ten beta players, and naturally lost the right to be a GM.

In order to ensure that the game can run smoothly, he must re-select a supervisor for this game.

In the game, supervisors are also called virtual policemen.When mentioning this profession, many people will naturally think of a handsome black cat who rides a motorcycle and hunts down a mouse with one ear left...

"You're really nostalgic."

Zhuang Die’s memory of this cartoon is long gone. Apart from the general main line, he only remembers the mantis couple who left a deep shadow: “The black cat GM is very effective. He helped you get rid of the unexpected mice when he came up: that A dealer who resells blueprints."

If Zhuang Die's guess is correct, that unscrupulous trader did not enter Dreamland to provide any "after-sales maintenance service" at all.

Most of the time, the price of the cooperation was not agreed, and they deliberately came in to make trouble; or this person was malicious, and wanted to come in to make some money... In short, from the perspective of the bull's head, it can be regarded as a period of trouble that suddenly appeared. Abnormal data must be cleaned up before the game officially starts.

Therefore, before Zhuang Die came out of the bedroom and before the players arrived, there was an extra hasty power outage.

During this power outage, the black-hearted vendors were cleaned up by the GM, and the number of players returned to ten before the game officially started.

……

The broken face sculpture shook slightly twice.

Zhuang Die sensed the game designer's intentions and turned his face around for him.

The corner where Ling Su was standing before has turned back into a black cat. In this gray and white basement filled with lifelessness, the color of the black cat is so obvious that it is almost dazzling.

"I found a small advertisement in the bedroom, and later I found the entire advertisement book." Zhuang Di flipped through his pockets, "It said that it is very simple to ask an architect to build a dream field. Just ask the other party to build a blank dream field , and then enter my private dream pattern to activate it successfully, with zero threshold to own the dream mansion..."

Zhuang Die put down the advertisement paper that was half read aloud: "Zero threshold, that is, cats are also allowed."

An innocent black cat whose ideal in life is just to nap, bask in the sun and lick its fur with its legs on its shoulders, suddenly dreams of a big villa with many people, and is responsible for catching mice in the villa.

"You have spent all your money on making games, and now you can only live in a shabby basement, which is not suitable for keeping cats. With this kind of work literacy that has been trained to be a GM, you should not be a wild cat."

Zhuang Die suddenly stopped talking, and turned the game designer's face back: "Are you trying to interrupt me, saying that the anchor point of the event you designed is to smash the game console. Now that this event has been triggered, the Black Cat GM can Wake up, can we all go too?"

Half of a game designer's face: "..."

"We can't go yet, because this place is no longer your dream." Zhuang Die said.

The game designer narrowed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to have finally realized something suddenly, and half of his sculpted face was vaguely twisted.

"You shouldn't borrow cats from others." Zhuang Die raised his head, "Especially if the other party is a holographic game engineer who can only do visual effects, make money by satisfying players' excitement, and resell user data without a limit."

Black cats have owners.

As the GM of the game, from the very beginning of the whole game, it brought the mouse "Dreamland" back to its owner's pillow.

It is true that the boa constrictor man cannot unlock the villa, but he has never said that he is not the owner of this dream realm—he cannot do it, just because he does not know how to find the "event anchor point".

The game designer suddenly became excited, and the entire Dream Realm was disturbed by such intense emotions, and faintly began to shake.

"You still don't know why the holographic game engineer agreed to join, do you?"

Zhuang Die said: "He is jealous of your talent."

Zhuang Die paused, and continued word by word: "You think it's useless, and you want to smash it completely. You despise it to the extreme, the talent for making games."

Zhuang Die memorized and recited: "When we strive to gain, we lose more."

Boa Man's real prey are game designers.

He wanted to keep his plans secret enough, and the only person who knew the connection between the two of them was the architect who was cooperating with them at the same time, so he had to get rid of them in advance.

No one is really on the sidelines, it's not a chain of kills, it's a ring.

Head to tail, no one survived.

……

In the corner of the room, the boa constrictor man slowly clapped his hands twice.

His eyes fell on Zhuang Die, and his narrow vertical pupils showed more and more interest: "You are really interesting, I want to make a deal with you..."

Zhuang Die asked: "Can you make this place return to its original state?"

The python man was obviously pleased by Zhuang Die's directness, chuckled, and waved his hand casually: "Of course."

The boa constrictor man is the owner of the black cat, he has stolen the ownership of the entire dream through the black cat, and it is only a matter of thought to modify and adjust.He just waved his palm, and the gray and white of the entire basement quickly faded, and the colors were even more vivid than before.

With this bizarre visual change, the emotions that seemed to be isolated and stripped suddenly recovered.

Everyone held their breath, stared at each other with wide eyes, and everyone's face suddenly became lively.

"I've already fulfilled your request." The boa constrictor man looked at Zhuang Die, "Now it's up to me to propose mine..."

Seeing that Zhuang Die breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to leave, the boa constrictor man stopped talking in surprise. He carefully recalled the conversation between the two of them just now, and suddenly realized that he had fallen into the habit of thinking: "Aren't you going to make a deal with me?"

Zhuang Die rubbed out a chainsaw out of thin air, plugged it in, and the sharp saw edge instantly spun at high speed.

Boa man: "..."

"This dream belongs to me now, and I can change its attributes at will." The boa constrictor man admired Zhuang Die very much, and didn't want to have a bad relationship with him, "It is necessary to remind you..."

"The black cat is very good." Zhuang Die took the chainsaw and cut through the videotape of "And There Were None". "Do you know why?"

This question might sound like too much of a brain teaser.

The boa constrictor man was entangled by him for a moment, thinking deeply, but his pupils shrank suddenly.

A black cat penetrated his body.

The boa constrictor man's eyes widened silently, his body was suddenly destroyed by this blow, and his eyes froze in front of his body.

... In his last vision, the black cat jumped to Zhuang Die's side, becoming the person who had grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up in the dark.

Zhuang Di quickly converted the chainsaw into a Polaroid and announced the answer: "Black cats cannot see at night."

Due to the perfect integration with the darkness, the python man failed to notice the black cat stepping on Zhuang Die's shoulder, and naturally ignored the connection between Ling Su and the black cat.

And just now in the basement, the conversation between Zhuang Die and the game designer completely attracted his attention, and the python man didn't notice Ling Su's sudden disappearance in time...

The dream suddenly shook violently.

With this shaking, the space they were in also began to gradually collapse.

The effect of the fragmentation this time is countless colorful small squares. The pixels composed of these small squares are constantly flickering and falling apart, and the picture pieced together by them is gradually becoming unrecognizable.

Surrounded by quiet darkness, the pictures dimmed and disappeared one by one, the dream was completely over, and everyone was sent back to the place they came from.

Only the last few small squares remained, still flickering tenaciously.

It was the shattered remains of a gaming console.