You don't decrypt at all do you?

But now that it's in front of your eyes, you can actually know it with a little imagination.

According to the standards of the real world, a player with a score of more than 7 is considered a great high-scoring player. No one wants a normal job, but anyone with a slightly more active mind can rely on a strong physical fitness to do crooked ways.

If the score goes up, it will be difficult to put yourself on a flat ground in thinking, especially for people like An Miao who have stayed in the game for a few years and even changed their living habits and logic of doing things.

I don't know what came to mind, An Miao suddenly laughed: "But what if after going back, I really become an ordinary person? That's not impossible, the game can be given, and I can always take it back?"

Ruan Dongxu: "It's hard to say."

He feels that the game itself does not have a high enough control over the player to cover the minutiae.

If you can reach that level, let alone Zhu Wen, I am afraid that he has died 10 times out of 8.

Moreover, Ruan Dongxu didn't know how An Miao viewed this round. Anyway, he and Zhu Wen both tended to say that the game was just a joke.

But in this way, the game violates the dedication to the rules that it shows all the time.

Then the problem comes again.

If the game is not obsessed with the rules to this extent, why is Zhu Wen still alive?

Anyway, in the end we still have to play tricks, is there any difference between playing early and late?After all, if you can show strong control over players, dishonest players will disappear, and the game can save a lot of worry.

Calculating back and forth in this way, in fact, it can be basically concluded that the game's control over the player cannot penetrate into all aspects.

As for finer.

The hell knows.

"It's hard to say?" An Miao turned to look at Ruan Dongxu, feeling both strange and funny: "Why does it feel like you guys know more about games than I do?"

Ruan Dongxu shrugged: "You are playing a game, Zhu Wen is playing a game, can that be the same?"

An Miao: "???"

She responded with "?" all over her head, and said, "Crap!": "What a pun."

After complaining, she closed her mouth.

She could tell that although Ruan Dongxu seemed to be the parent, Zhu Wen was still in charge of making up his mind. If Zhu Wen didn't want to say it, then Ruan Dongxu would only follow along as a riddler.

But Zhu Wen didn't look like a riddle-oh, then the fault would be on Zhu Wen and Ji Shuang's broken bet.

An Miao didn't hear anything else along the way, but only wishing Wen Jishuang "you win, I win" is almost numb.

She stared ahead and really didn't speak.

Concentrate on driving.

According to Zhu Wen's intention, we drove north for more than ten hours, and there were more dilapidated buildings on the road. Although they were still very sparse, at least we could use this to judge that there were indeed traces of "people" living in the north.

An Miao drove forward for a while, and suddenly turned on the headlights with a "Huh?"

Then he quickly closed it and said, "There is a small camp ahead."

Ruan Dongxu gave a "hmm", indicating that he had seen it too.

He turned his head to study the small props on the storage box, then turned off the props, and said to Zhuwen, "There is a camp ahead."

Zhu Wen said "hmm".

Seeing that Zhu Wen and Ji Shuang were quiet, An Miao thought to himself that they should stop arguing and having a cold war, so he glanced in the rearview mirror again.

As a result, these two mothers were watching a movie with their heads down and one earphone each!

An Miao couldn't understand on the spot: "You guys are all right after the fucking fight?"

Zhu Wen and Ji Shuang raised their heads at the same time, frowned and said together: "Who is arguing?"

An Miao: "..." I don't understand.

Could it be that she doesn't understand?

She glanced at Ruan Dongxu.

it is good.

Ruan Dongxu was staring ahead, staring at the small camp in the distance, at first glance he seemed deaf.

An Miao learned it, shut up and didn't reply to Zhu Wen or Ji Shuang, and stepped on the gas pedal again.

After driving all the way to the so-called "small camp" consisting of only three tents, An Miao stepped on the brakes.

Zhu Wen opened the door and got out of the car. After smelling the rancid smell, he curled his lips, turned on the flashlight and walked towards the small camp.

"...Fortunately, I didn't eat anything." Ruan Dongxu flicked on the flashlight and looked at the situation in the tent, speechless: "Is it true that we can't see any living people?"

Zhu Wen: "Indeed."

He knelt down and checked the 3... oh no, 4... Forget it, if counted by head, just count as 3 people.

Leave the extra half of the arm alone.

Zhu Wen squatted down, checked the three corpses on the ground, then pinched one of the severed arms with his thumb and forefinger in disgust, and shook it in front of Ji Shuang: "It's progressing so fast, Shuang."

Ji Shuang looked at the severed arm swinging in front of his eyes expressionlessly, turned on the flashlight to look at the tattered wrist that was bitten, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the player's logo.

Then she nodded and said, "Indeed."

"Then here comes the problem." Zhu Wen threw away the broken arm, took the paper from Ji Shuang and wiped his hands, "This can't be a clue, and we don't have any clues to..."

Halfway through the conversation, Ji Shuang played tricks on Zhu Wen, signaling Zhu Wen to look at An Miao.

Zhu Wen stopped talking and turned to look at An Miao.

Seeing An Miao half-kneeling on the ground, holding a head in both hands and looking it over and over again, Zhu Wen asked, "What's the matter?"

He thought for a moment and asked, "Acquaintance?"

An Miao shook her head and frowned, "No."

That's what she said, but she still hadn't figured it out, let go of her hands full of doubts and rubbed it on her clothes, and then said: "It looks familiar, but..."

An Miao tried to convince herself: "But this kind of public face is hard to say."

Zhu Wen: "Okay."

He looked at the things beside him. In fact, the tent could not be called a tent for a long time. It was twisted crookedly, and it was strong enough to not collapse, otherwise they would not have discovered this place.

There were signs of struggle and tearing everywhere, it was unclear who the opponent was, but the loser was obvious.

Zhu Wen looked at An Miao: "Is there a possibility that they came to play the end game like you?"

An Miao opened his mouth, and after a while he choked out a sentence: "...What ghost story are you telling?"

After she finished speaking, she paused and turned her head to think.

Then he shook his head: "No, even the scene will be cleaned up, unless these things are left as clues."

"But we have no clues in this game." An Miao looked at Ruan Dongxu: "For you?"

Ruan Dongxu sighed: "Accept the reality, friend."

He spread his hands: "You know that we are almost out of the scope of your mission this way, right? As usual, if we clear monsters all the way, we might be eaten up by passing ghosts. What clues are there?" Are you so reckless?"

An Miao: "..." Also.

"Then why?" She asked, as if even if she couldn't figure it out, someone else would.

Ruan Dongxu shrugged.

Zhu Wen: "Who knows."

He shook his head, got out of the tent, and went to the remaining two tents.

After walking around for a while, the number of heads has increased to 8, but it's a pity that none of them can breathe.

Zhu Wen sighed, showing regret.

"What's wrong?" Ji Shuang asked.

Zhu Wen looked sad: "Assuming they are all playing the end game like An Miao, that means,"

Ji Shuang: "..." Oh, she understands.

Zhu Wen went on to say: "They all have at least 60 points. Now that they are dead, all the points are gone."

As he spoke, Zhu Wen sighed again: "Suddenly I can understand the feelings of people who won the lottery but found out after it expired."

Ji Shuang: "...No way, no way."

Zhu Wen was heartbroken: "8 people, 480 million points."

He looked down and added, "This is still a conservative estimate."

"I'm so anxious, don't they do missions? Two months seems like a lot, but it's not that much."

"Damn it, I have to treat myself like a donkey for two months to get rid of it (I don't know, I'm talking nonsense, I have no idea"

"Laughing, if you can't clear the designated area in two months, why let them in?"

"What do you mean by the previous? Can you be more careful?"

"Nothing else, I hope Zhu Wen can speak more carefully, he seems to be really familiar with this."

"What are you talking about carefully? I don't need an explanation, I want to see Sister Shuang win a big victory! (referring to the bet"

"Draw the sword in front, I bet on Zhu Wenying (Light Cigarette.jpg"

Seeing that Zhu Wen was staring at the dismembered corpse on the ground, Ji Shuang blinked.

"You," she said tentatively, "so eager to save..."

Zhu Wen said almost at the same time as her: "Let's go."

After all, it may be a minimum of nearly 500 million points, and it still needs to be respectful and heartbreaking.When the time comes, of course there is no need to just stick around like this.

Ji Shuang watched Zhu Wen's quick turn around, and bit the tip of her tongue: "..." Fortunately, his mouth was not fast enough.

She scrambled to keep up.

"Wait."

Zhu Wen suddenly turned around and looked at Ji Shuang: "What were you going to say just now?"

Ji Shuang: "No."

Zhu Wen said to himself, probably guessing what Ji Shuang had left to say: "I'm in a hurry to save points, yes, don't you know?"

Ji Shuang: "...Indeed."

Zhu Wen: "In this case, mention... Ji Shuang."

Ji Shuang was shocked: "Here."

"Could it be that the second half of your sentence is to say, why don't you help me out?" Zhu Wen raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Ji Shuang looked ahead and walked straight: "No, it's impossible, I don't have that ability."

Zhu Wen understood, took out his mobile phone, opened the memo, and said while taking notes: "Write it down, although Ms. Ji Shuang is very powerful, but not so powerful that you can make some points on the spot..."

"Let's go!" Ji Shuang grabbed Zhu Wen's hand and stared, "Why do you remember this?"

Zhu Wen finished typing this paragraph unhurriedly, and said honestly: "When the truth comes out, all my notes and recordings will be used as evidence in court... What are you doing?"

He stopped talking and held up his phone, looking at Ji Shuang who was rushing towards him.

Ji Shuang stared at the phone with her head up, gritted her teeth and said, "No!"

After finishing speaking, she turned her eyes away and regretted it.

Zhu Wen threw the mobile phone into the warehouse, and said with a thrifty heart: "Don't kill it, you have already killed a mobile phone, so you can't use it up and grab someone else's?"

Ji Shuang would really die of anger: "... Tsk!"

not angry.

not angry!

She took a deep breath, "Let's go."

Zhu Wen: "OK."

Ji Shuang: "Still going to the north? If you go further, you will really have to leave the designated area. Is it okay?"

She turned to look at Zhu Wen, frowned and said, "We haven't been to the edge of the map in other scenes, is it too risky?"

Zhu Wen glanced at her: "What happens when you get to the edge of the scene?"