Retired Unlimited Streaming NPCs Help Me Make Movies

"What Jingcheng said?" Sheng Ming helped Ning Qiubai to set the plate, his face was still calm, "He thinks too much, it has nothing to do with him."

Ning Qiubai put the takeaway food he brought home on the coffee table, unpacked it, and looked at Sheng Ming curiously: "So what did he let you know?"

Sheng Ming went to the bathroom to wash his hands and came back, before he said, "Before I was 15, my family didn't tell me that my illness was terminal. They only told me to take it easy and recuperate. In the future, I will be like other children."

Ning Qiubai understood instantly: "Jingcheng accidentally told you about this?"

"He took a physical examination report and forgot to take it away, and I saw it." Sheng Ming said this without any emotional fluctuations. "He didn't know what it was at the time, but I could understand it."

Ning Qiubai looked at Sheng Ming sympathetically, not knowing what to say.

For a 15-year-old child, it is indeed a major blow at an emotionally sensitive age to suddenly know that he may fall into a deep sleep tonight at any time and will not see the sunrise and sunset tomorrow.

Sheng Ming sat across from Ning Qiubai, was silent for a moment, and continued: "The night after reading the report, I entered the unreal game, and after a while, I became who I am now."

The Sheng Ming that Gui Fei saw was probably the version that entered the game for a while.Sheng Ming, who is eager to continue his life, was drawn into the fantasy game. At the beginning, he unconditionally agreed to other people's requests in order to find the meaning of living. Later, he gradually learned that the body can be healed by the fantasy game, so he gradually regained his former vitality. ?

Ning Qiubai took apart the disposable chopsticks and felt that the topic was a bit heavy, so he took advantage of the opportunity to turn to Unreal games: "Speaking of which, I have never understood the principle of Unreal games to attract people."

He asked himself that he didn't have any urgent desire like Sheng Ming, why would he be pulled in?

Sheng Ming said: "I don't know the specific reason, I can only guess. What is certain is that Unreal games really care not about players, but NPCs, so the standard for players to be drawn into the game is probably related to the NPCs of Unreal games. As for I discussed the specific connection with Du Zigui, but no universal conclusions were drawn."

Ning Qiubai was stunned: "Is it related to NPC? Can 'Prophet' see this?"

He suddenly remembered that when he planned to recruit Northwind before, Sheng Ming helped him "see" Northwind's fate trajectory, and told him that Northwind would definitely not be selected by Unreal Games.

Sheng Ming nodded: "In essence, the 'Prophet' reads the information he needs from the information sea of ​​the illusory game, and integrates reasoning into a possible future. Before any player is pulled in by the system, he will Leaving traces in the sea of ​​information."

"So, no Northwind?"

Sheng Ming nodded again.

Ning Qiubai was slightly worried: "He won't be there after he enters my dungeon?"

Sheng Ming shook his head: "No. There used to be a player who seized the house NPC, and wanted his wife to also become the player's house seized NPC, and they could be together forever, but no matter how he tried to make his wife be brought into the game by other people, the copy After the end, the wife will be thrown back to reality by the system.

"I guess that the person who is selected as a player, not any connection with NPC can be selected by the system. There is some fundamental principle."

Ning Qiubai was slightly relieved.

After all, Northwind was affected by him, and he didn't want any surprises for this neighbor.

Ning Qiubai bit his chopsticks, and thought about it by the way: There is a connection with NPC... What kind of connection will he have?Didn't have any impression of this before?

While he was thinking, Sheng Ming took the initiative to ask: "Your movie is going to be shown in theaters, do you need help?"

Ning Qiubai was taken aback for a moment, then came to his senses and asked casually, "Are you going to follow the unspoken rules?"

Sheng Ming looked at him without blinking: "If you think so, it's okay."

"Forget it, I have nothing worthy of unspoken rules." Ning Qiubai flashed Jingcheng's mouthful "cousin" in his head, and laughed dryly, "And this way is not very good."

Sheng Ming did not insist: "The quality of this movie is good, as long as it is not deliberately suppressed, it should be fine."

Ning Qiubai didn't understand Sheng Ming's hidden meaning, but nodded in agreement: "I also think this film is well shot, your acting skills are very good."

Sheng Ming sighed silently.

After the two of them were full, Sheng Ming consciously packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen. Ning Qiubai leaned on the sofa. After a while, he saw Sheng Ming coming out of the kitchen with a pot of hot tea and poured him a cup: " Do you want tea?"

"Oh, thank you."

Ning Qiubai held the scented tea dried and brewed from the leaves on his head, and suddenly realized: "Where did you get it?"

"That skeleton doctor."

Ning Qiubai felt a little immediate: These things seemed to be done by bones before.

He suddenly felt something, raised his head and looked in the direction of the stairs.

Gu Sanqiqi stood at the entrance of the attic, with a bone hand resting on the handrail of the stairs, looking down at them quietly, the flames in his eye sockets were dancing and flickering.

For some reason, Ning Qiubai felt a little bit aggrieved by Gu Sanqiqi.

……

"When Mr. Administrator only lived in the apartment, I was the one who boiled water and poured tea for Mr. Administrator."

The skeleton doctor in a white coat sat in front of the hospital bed, his voice was gentle and sad, "Obviously I came first..."

Yang Buwei on the hospital bed covered his ears, trying to cover his head with the quilt: "Why are you telling me this!"

"You and Mr. Administrator are both human beings, so we should be able to understand each other in this regard." Gu Sanqiqi tore off the quilt and gently warned him, "Sleeping with your head covered is not good for your health. Do you want to see a doctor? I'm one more away." The quota will be able to complete the task.”

Yang Buwei sat up irritablely: "So, you came to me to complain for more than half an hour just because of this quota?"

"It's not like that. But maybe..." Gu Sanqiqi thought for a moment seriously, "There may also be reasons for this. But seeing that the administrator is with Mr. Sheng now, I still feel a little melancholy."

Yang Buwei sneered: "Ha! Someone actually feels sad because he can't serve tea and water! Are you free?"

"Mr. Sheng is a player and an outsider. These things should be done by our own family members. Why don't you use me now?" Gu Sanqiqi ignored Yang Buwei and continued, "Is it because my appearance is not close enough to human beings?"

Its gaze suddenly shifted to Yang Buwei.

Yang Buwei shuddered: "What do you want to do? I'm warning you..."

Gu Sanqiqi withdrew his gaze regretfully: "You can't, you are far worse than Mr. Sheng."

"..." Yang Buwei silently said "I can't beat" three times in his heart, and then he held back his breath, and hypocritically pulled out a distorted smile, "I'm so sorry for not being good-looking!"

He rolled his eyes and suggested, "Why don't you think about that resentful soul that can change its appearance? Just give it a doll, and it can change into any beautiful appearance."

Gu Sanqiqi did not think of this possibility, and lowered his head thoughtfully.

After a while, Gu Sanqiqi raised his head, and the flames in his eyes were more intense than before: "It's hard for you to say something reasonable. As an old employee under Mr. Administrator, I really have training for newcomers." Qualifications and Obligations."

Yang Buwei watched Gu Sanqiqi get up in a hurry, a little stunned, and when he came back to his senses, a gloating expression appeared on his face, and he quickly slipped out of bed, ready to watch the show.

When he was going out, he happened to meet the little black dragon passing by with three packs of beef jerky in his arms. Yang Buwei rolled his eyes again, called the little black dragon to stop, and described the situation just now vividly and emphatically.

The black dragon, whose brain is not as big as beef jerky, was furious: "I am the oldest employee under the administrator! Where did that skeleton face come from! Where did it go?"

Yang Buwei hypocritically said: "I'm going to find him, together?"

……

Ning Qiubai didn't know that in the dungeon in the attic, several NPCs in his family were playing Gongdou.

He was wrinkled into a pineapple by the icy wind in the snowfield of bones.

"Didn't you say to set up NPCs in the clinic..." Ning Qiubai blocked the strong wind and said intermittently, "Why are you here again?"

Sheng Ming touched his wrist, then put his hand into his pocket: "Hold out your hand."

Ning Qiubai stretched out his right hand suspiciously.

Sheng Ming held Ning Qiubai's hand, and put a finely crafted wristband on his wrist.

This wristband is inlaid with sequins of different colors, like a miniature rainbow.

"what is this?"

"This is a prop I made with my previous identity after this 'resurrection'. It can use all the abilities of the 'archaeologist' without your own consumption." Sheng Ming tapped a piece of red sequins with his finger , a crimson light floated from the wristband, and turned into a translucent red dragon on Ning Qiu's white top.

The moment the red mask was revealed, all the wind and snow were blocked three meters away, and the inside of the mask was even hotter.

Ning Qiubai is still very familiar with the shadow of this red dragon - he often used it when filming "Fantasy Dragon".

He stared blankly at Sheng Ming: "For me?"

Sheng Ming nodded.

"It's not good for such a valuable thing." Ning Qiubai felt a little guilty, "I don't have anything of equivalent value to give you."

Sheng Ming showed a trace of confusion: "It's for you, you don't need to change it."

It was given for nothing, so he felt uneasy!Ning Qiubai felt even more guilty, and even worried that he would take advantage of Sheng Ming by taking advantage of his current state, and when Sheng Ming returned to normal, would he cause trouble for him...

Sheng Ming didn't seem to understand what Ning Qiubai was confused about at all, but seeing that Ning Qiubai was still hesitating, he continued, "No matter what, let's wear it here first, otherwise we won't be able to move forward at all."

That's right... Ning Qiubai had no choice but to let Sheng Ming bind that precious prop to his wrist.

It's this rainbow color scheme that looks gay in gay... Ning Qiubai silently complained in his heart.

……

The Snowfield of Bones is a dungeon scene unlocked by the hidden mission of Bone Sanqiqi. Like Brimstone City, there are only scenery and no living things.

...if you don't treat those wandering skeleton soldiers as living things.

"These are not even counted as NPCs, they belong to the 'phenomenon' that comes with this copy." Sheng Ming took a look and said, "If you die here, your corpse will automatically walk, bite people, and may even retain dialogue ability, but it doesn't mean you're alive, it's just that your corpse is moving."

"There's no need to give such an example from the underworld." Ning Qiubai wiped away his sweat—it was really sweat, because the temperature of the Red Dragon was too high.

"Set up some non-self-aware NPCs in this dungeon, customize the rules of action, and you can make a qualified dungeon. As for the difficulty of the dungeon you want, you can decide through the rules."

Ning Qiubai followed Sheng Ming around the bone snow field, even with a dragon instead, he still felt very tired.

Although the Skeleton Snowfield is called a "snowfield", the terrain is not flat. There are snow forests, mountains, ice lakes, and caves, but most of the surface is covered with thick snow, and it snows for two-thirds of the time every day.

Ning Qiubai shrank his neck: "But I only have ten NPC quotas, and I have to give two to Gu Sanqiqi."

It is best not to run out of these places now.Ning Qiubai added another sentence in his heart.

Sheng Ming seemed to have anticipated Ning Qiubai's thoughts: "In the most extreme situation, one NPC is enough, but in order to improve the completion of the dungeon, it is best to set five or six."

Ning Qiubai became interested: "What dungeon rules?"

"Hiding things." Sheng Ming said simply, "One NPC is responsible for issuing tasks and providing rewards, two or three NPCs set up a set of rules for hiding items, and learn from each other randomly, and another two or three NPCs are responsible for loitering. BOSS."

"That requires more complicated rules, otherwise it is easy to be found directly by some special occupations?"

Sheng Ming nodded, stretched out his hand, a light screen appeared in his palm, and rows of dense calculation formulas appeared on it, making Ning Qiubai's eyes dizzy.

"These are the three sets of formulas that I initially drew up, including anti-prediction and interference with occupations such as 'prophet' and 'hacker'." Sheng Ming said calmly, "Just input these three sets of formulas into the NPC rules. .”

Ning Qiubai stared dumbfounded for a long time, before he laughed a moment later: "You are really amazing."

After inputting the pile of incomprehensible formulas into the three NPCs just created, Ning Qiubai took a step back and looked at them.

According to Sheng Ming, the original NPCs in the Bone Snowfield are all undead creatures, but Ning Qiubai personally prefers humans, so he imitated Eskimos and made five NPCs, and set up a second set of images for these NPCs.

When they are needed to be bosses, they will become undead creatures with combat effectiveness.

In the end, there was only one question left in front of Ning Qiubai: "What is the reward set for?"

He was completely reluctant to invest his points in this dungeon that was of little benefit to him.

Sheng Ming said: "If you don't have points, you can consider rewarding information. I have a lot of dungeon information of Unreal games here, and there are also many valuable strategies for novice players."

Ning Qiubai's eyes lit up.If he had been guided earlier, he wouldn't have been killed simply.

——But in this way, it seems that I owe Sheng Ming a lot of favors again?

——No, this dungeon was originally set up to restore Sheng Ming to its original state, so how could he take advantage of it?

——I just don’t know if Sheng Ming, who has returned to his original state, will recognize it...

Ning Qiubai thought for a while with complicated eyes, and chose the former between Sheng Ming's shamelessness and his own sacrifice of points: "Then I will trouble you."

The corners of Sheng Ming's lips twitched in a rare way, and the smile quickly faded away.

……

After everything was ready, when Ning Qiubai was about to officially open the dungeon, Sheng Ming suddenly stopped him: "After setting this rule, I can return to the adult version."

Ning Qiubai looked at him in confusion: "Is there any hidden danger?"

"No." Sheng Ming shook his head, pursed his lips, seemed to want to say something, then stopped, and said, "It's nothing."

Instead, Ning Qiubai became worried, put down his phone, and sat up straight on the sofa: "There is one thing we must be sure about."

Sheng Ming looked at him without blinking: "You say."

"That's right, in this mission of the bone snow field, you... no, it should be said that you taught me after you became 15 years old. You always said that you don't want to pay." Does it count?"

Sheng Ming's expression gradually eased from the serious and tense at the beginning, and finally showed a little annoyance and bewilderment.After Ning Qiubai finished asking, he pursed his lips: "As a count, I will never ask you for a reward."

Ning Qiubai heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good."

At this moment, Ning Qiubai felt a pat on the shoulder.He turned his head and found that Se Ge was standing behind him.

The beautiful siren looked at Ning Qiubai and Sheng Ming with relief, and took out a board from behind: "Mr. Administrator, Ah Xuan has something to tell you."

"what?"

The siren changed a board: "Ah Xuan said that she was inspired and made a prophecy, but before she had time to choose, the prophecy ended. She is still at work, so I can only tell you the content of the prophecy.

"'Sheng Ming looked at Ning Qiubai who was sitting opposite, and hesitantly wanted to ask him—which version of me do you like better?'."

After showing the prophecy of the Book of Choices, Sai Ge put away the board, shook his fist encouragingly at Ning Qiubai, then turned and left, as if it only appeared to convey these words.

Ning Qiubai: "..."

I am afraid that the book of choice has some serious illness!

He turned to look at Sheng Ming.Sheng Ming lowered his head, not letting him see his expression.

Ning Qiubai felt a little flustered for no reason, and didn't dare to continue this topic, only said: "Then I opened the dungeon?"

Sheng Ming nodded slightly.

Ning Qiubai took out his phone and tapped the final confirmation.

……

Almost the moment he finished pressing the phone, Sheng Ming's figure sitting on the sofa suddenly blurred and deformed, and then quickly grew taller, and finally changed back to the adult version that Ning Qiubai was familiar with.

Once Sheng Ming returned, he lazily leaned on the sofa: "I'm exhausted."

Ning Qiubai couldn't decide whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or relax, and tested Sheng Ming with his eyes.

Sheng Ming let out a breath, covered his eyes with his right hand, and said helplessly: "Now all the black history has been exposed."

Seeing that Sheng Ming didn't mean to settle accounts after Qiu Hou, Ning Qiubai slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "There is no dark history."

Sheng Ming let out a "hehe" and said, "I don't know how many points are worth the things and information I gave you for nothing."

Ning Qiubai slowly sucked in the half breath he had let go.

Sheng Ming laughed immediately: "I'm just kidding—since I said I won't ask you for a reward, then I don't want it, don't worry."

With the promise from Sheng Ming in front of him, the big stone in Ning Qiubai's heart finally fell to the ground.

Sheng Ming took out his mobile phone and looked at it, raised his brows, and said "Tsk", "I wanted to catch up with you, but it's a pity that trouble has come."

He stood up and waved to Ning Qiubai, "Let's forget about this period of time. Goodbye, Director Ning."

Ning Qiubai watched Sheng Ming leave neatly, only uttering the word "goodbye".

Sheng Ming lived with him for almost a month, and now he left suddenly, Ning Qiubai looked at the empty home, feeling a little lonely for no reason.

……

Before he could express his feelings, he heard a violent "clang" sound from the door of the copy of the clinic, as if something had been slammed on the door!

——Could it be some big player?

Ning Qiubai was taken aback, and quickly glanced at his phone, only to find that there was no player in the copy of the clinic.

He opened the door and took a look, only to see a puppet with three heads leaning against the corner of the hospital corridor. The three heads who had quarreled with each other showed exactly the same indignation, and the three voices screamed together: "I will kill you!" I won't wear this kind of clothes!"

Opposite him, Doctor Skeleton said kindly: "As the servant of Mr. Administrator, this is the most popular attire among human servants at present. You must be obedient."

The little black dragon fluttered its wings and echoed in a childlike voice: "That's right! This is the order of my oldest employee, you must obey the great dragon!"

And in Xiao Heilong's hand, he held a pure white apron that was obviously modified from a white coat.

If you look closely, you can still see the lace edge.

At the door of the ward not far away, Yang Buwei was lying on the edge of the door watching a good show.

Ning Qiubai: "...what are you doing?"

"Can't you see it?" Yang Buwei said naturally, "Workplace bullying!"

It seemed that in order to match Yang Buwei's words, the trio of resentful souls screamed again - because Gu Sanqiqi had already directly attacked.

Ning Qiubai: "..."

Is this the dangerous and terrifying resentful soul that Du Zigui warned him about?

Yang Buwei laughed "hehe" and kindly explained: "The hospital scene you gave the skeleton has become its enchantment, not to mention that resentful soul is not good at brains and dares to steal the food here, isn't it Giving the bones a chance to assimilate and suppress?"

"Things that eat bone [-] will be assimilated by bone [-], uh..." Ning Qiu got stuck, remembering how many times he had drunk tea made from bone [-].

But Sheng Ming didn't remind him, presumably Gu Sanqiqi didn't assimilate him...probably.

Ning Qiubai was trying to stop this weird "workplace bullying" when suddenly he received a call from Du Zigui.

Worried that something happened to Sheng Ming, Ning Qiubai had no choice but to leave the clinic first: "Hello? What's the matter?"

"Director Ning, the boss has returned to normal. Should we continue with what we agreed on?" Du Zigui's happy voice came from the other side, "I have already contacted the buyer, don't worry, we will never leak our information." identity."

Ning Qiubai paused for a long time before he remembered—ah, is it the picture of Sheng Ming wetting the bed?