Be an NPC in a horror game

During the entire press conference, Jin Di's expression remained unchanged, even though his speech had ignited the atmosphere of the scene, and many researchers were gearing up and fighting with high spirits.

Not far away, a middle-aged reporter wearing a black hat carried a camera and glanced sleepily at the stage.

"It's a mess, it's a mess."

"Young people are ignorant..."

The handsome young reporter next to him leaned over and asked puzzledly, "Isn't it pretty good?"

The young man rolled up his sweatshirt and wiped it on his sweaty side face, his cheeks flushed with excitement: "As expected of a politician's son, what you said is true, if it weren't for my little IQ, I would Want to help out with the past-a reporter who is a fart, has no future."

"Hey you little brat, who are you talking about?"

The middle-aged reporter slapped the young reporter on the forehead, and scolded with a smile: "Your IQ is not enough. But have you ever thought about it, he is doing so much now, if he can't produce results in the future, how will it end? "

"It's not that the Lord God does charity. Civilization develops... How can civilization be so easy to develop?"

Looking at the young man sitting upright on the stage, the middle-aged reporter let out a long sigh.

"People expect too much from things like this, and if they become disappointed in the future, the rebound will be even higher..."

"If I were him, I would go to the laboratory obediently, and then I'd really fiddle with something that can be seen by people. Such rhetoric... Alas, a loft in the air."

The middle-aged reporter sighed.

On the stage, Jin Di tilted his head slightly, and his eyes met for an instant.

"……Eh?"

Little reporter: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." The middle-aged reporter patted him on the shoulder, "Go, go back and catch up on the draft."

Was that person looking at him just now?

Forget it, most likely by accident.

On the stage, Jin Di remained silent, watching two figures, one tall and one short, leave one after another not far away.

"Tsk, what a pity."

A lazy voice reached Jin Di's ears: "The tall one is a player, but unfortunately I didn't believe you."

"It's okay." Jin Di said, "It is impossible to obtain the support of everyone with one behavior."

"It doesn't matter, if you can fight for it, get one, don't forget it. The dungeon will be settled in another four months, and we have to keep it hot until then." The man said softly, "You don't need to think about the follow-up filling, as long as you draw a beautiful picture It’s a pie, and the people’s expectations are raised to the highest in a short period of time... Anyway, when the dungeon is over, everything will disappear, and we only need to settle the instant public opinion.”

"How about this method?"

Without hesitation, Jin Di said, "Very efficient."

The other person smiled lowly, and said slightly mockingly: "Sure enough, it is the method that the Lord God likes."

During the exchange between the two, the press conference was over.

Jin Di took the water cup from the excited staff, and walked slowly into the research institute with a porcelain cup with a white background and gold rim.

The newly built building still has a faint pungent smell, the walls are as white as snow, and the sunlight shines through the spotless glass into the endless corridors.

Jin Di stopped by the window.

"It is necessary to set off an upsurge among the masses, and at the last time of the settlement, the research results will produce convincing results."

The other person was still talking to him in his ear, and there was a hint of bewitchment in Yoyo's tone: "You don't need to use the power of the rules, just reveal a little to the researchers in this world... Don't worry, you have to believe in the abilities of human beings. It's like a young seedling that just sprouted, and it can't wait to absorb nutrients... With you as the gatekeeper in the general direction, it's a breeze to produce research results."

Jin Di: "But I..."

"Thorn-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a piercing electronic sound suddenly burst out from the communicator, and a huge pearl on the top of the brooch suddenly flashed red, and a few seconds later, it cracked with a "bang".

Jin Di: "..."

He watched as the shattered pearl remains bouncing on the tiled floor until it hit the edge of the wall and stopped moving.

At the same time, in the control room at the end of the third floor of the True God Research Institute, Ji Chen kicked away a smoking unknown instrument, and threw himself at Lu Ze viciously, creating a gust of wind.

"Hey, the gentleman can't move his mouth... Aw!"

"I'll go, are you really fighting?"

Lu Ze was punched in the face by him. Captain Ji has been born and died all year round, and his body is muscular and powerful. Lu Ze covered his instantly red and swollen side face, and his tired expression finally changed.

"Kill you bastard!"

Ji Chen grabbed his collar and dragged him up from the soft chair: "Tell me, what are you doing? Who are you talking to?!"

Scholars don't compete with generals, Lu Ze judged the situation and resolutely begged for mercy: "Listen to me!"

Ji Chen snorted coldly, "Say it."

Lu Ze: "...you put me down first, so I can't breathe."

"No," Ji Chen said coldly, "That's it, I can't hold it to death, so speak quickly."

Lu Ze: "..."

He habitually wanted to ridicule Ji Chenjiu, a martial artist, but then he thought that the throat fortress was still in his hands, so he reluctantly swallowed the ridicule and said, "It all starts with my original intention of establishing the Lord God Research Institute." ..."

Ji Chen twisted his collar and flicked it: "Why don't you say that Pangu created the world? Stop talking nonsense, and I'll throw you out of the window if you stop talking!"

Lu Ze: "..."

Fine.

"I'm trying to control the outcome of this competition," Lu Ze said lightly, "I can't let the main god of the other world win."

When he said this, Lu Ze habitually closed his eyes.

In an instant, he turned back into the researcher Ji Chen was familiar with, quietly and secretly calculating, digging a series of holes.

Anger surged, and Ji Chen felt that his breathing was astonishingly hot.

"You fucking know what you're doing?"

"That guy enslaved us, squeezed us, and caused human beings to panic all day long-now, you tell me, you want to help it win?"

"I really want to cut you off!"

Ji Chen flicked Lu Ze away, and the young man fell heavily on the chair, covering his red neck with his palms, coughing violently.

Kicking the chair aside, Ji Chen pulled over the keyboard and tapped it, trying to delete the running program.

Lu Ze coughed heart-piercingly behind him, coughing and laughing softly.

"Don't I understand?"

"My cousin died of it, don't I understand?"

Lu Ze raised his head, and the whites of his eyes were blood red.

"Captain Ji, I beg you to use your brain and don't keep putting dust on it."

"Is world fusion really as simple as you think?"

"Whether the main gods of the two sides win or not really has no impact on the world? No distinction is made between high and low, high or low?"

There were no windows in the small control room, and the stuffy air rose from the corners and enveloped the surroundings.

"When the Europeans first landed in North America, they also declared themselves to be with love and peace."

Lu Ze was in the dark, his bright pupils seemed to be dim.

Ji Chen was silent for a moment, then said, "It's different."

"It's the same." Lu Ze said, "I know that Shao Fei's thoughts, and I know that you support him—you plan to wipe out the two main gods and make decisions yourself, right?"

"But things like rules and authority are like a knife on the side of the neck. Who can rest assured that the handle of the knife is held in someone else's hand? Yes, you and Shao Fei are together, but how long can your relationship last? Once your relationship breaks down, Is it going to implicate the whole world too?"

Ji Chen wanted to hit someone.

He glared at Lu Ze angrily, tapped the keyboard quickly, and said coldly: "I know my feelings, so don't worry if you don't keep them."

Lu Ze took a long breath.

I can't explain it to this person.

The young man narrowed his eyes, and said calmly: "But those people who died because of the copy, what if they can be saved?"

Ji Chen's movements suddenly froze!

Lu Ze's voice was low, floating in the small space.

"Jin Di retained the identities of all of them. If he can win, there will be hope for these people to be resurrected."

"Even so, you still insist?"

The author has something to say:

Don't blame Lu Ze, he is thinking from the perspective of the worst consequences...