Chapter 66

After two days, the lively scene on the forum is still in the ascendant. Many people who have sent posts to each other have expressed their feelings, even though the feelings are hatred

What kind of people are most likely to get angry with people and turn into growing hatred? Watch your eyes.

Therefore, the public beta has not yet been launched, and many villains have engaged in battle on the forum, ready to fight each other in the mode of "killing game". Of course, the premise is that they have to reach level 15 or above first to be able to enter the mode. And both sides have to think that they have the certainty to win, so this contest will begin.

Villains are afraid to lose their face, because their insides are not good-looking.

I'm afraid of losing, but if I win, I won't give others any face, so I'm a villain.

If you don't lose, there will be various reasons, such as "you play longer than me", "your level is higher than me", "your equipment is better than me", and the most sharp two: "no touch" and "no explanation".

It's easy to win a gentleman. To win a villain, you need to have the ability to tear down the villain with bare hands. By the way, you need to find dozens of witnesses to testify. It's better to take a picture of the process. In that way, villain can only admit defeat, and then in my heart I will hate you for a lifetime

These two days, Feng didn't care much about the game. After two days of noodles in clear soup and concentrated on coding, he wrote this month's manuscript. In addition, Arthas finally understood that a sand table is a toilet.

On Tuesday morning, the thriller park opened again. This time, it was a public beta version.

Feng can't sleep. He didn't go online at the first time. Obviously, the opening time overlaps with his sleeping time. He can't easily adjust the biological clock back. He doesn't want to disturb it any more. After all, he can save a meal by going to bed at 4 a.m. from 12 o'clock

At 1:30 p.m., Feng accidentally filled Arthas's bowl with cat food, cleaned up the sand table, waited on the little ancestor, and then lay down in the game cabin.

A series of system prompts are not shown here. After arriving at the landing space, no obvious changes have been found.

He clicked on the touch screen and looked at the list of friends. The four names in the list were all gray offline.

"Ah I am really free. " Feng unconsciously made a self mockery in a lazy tone.

There is nothing added to the operation interface, but the new interface looks more perfect and beautiful. In addition, the game description becomes more complete. The problem of "which items are not displayed when they are settled after being brought out of the script" put forward last time by Feng unconsciously can also be found in FAQ.

Seeing this, Feng unconsciously remembers to tidy up his luggage.

The current carrying capacity is 7 / 10, including Mario's pipe tongs, eye of hatred, western kitchen knife, baseball bat, m1911a1 pistol, echo armor and a bag of garlic.

The anti-virus serum of Z virus can't bring out the plot items of the script. In the last script, on the way back to the gun shop from Aleppo building, the serum in the luggage was thrown away unconsciously. At that time, he and Xiaotan had been injected with serum, and those two GMS said they had passive skills enough to resist all viruses in low-level scripts, so those were useless.

His flashlight was lost and damaged when he was besieged by the zombies in the basketball hall. Fortunately, there is one in the space, which can be used to make up. As for that bag of garlic, I didn't realize that it would never be used again, and it was not a difficult prop to start with, so I destroyed it in the game menu. Winchester and its corresponding bullets gave a little sigh; the m1911a1 pistol was full, but there was no spare ammunition. Throw away the garlic, and then take out the flashlight from the storage space. Then the luggage still occupies seven spaces.

Pack your bags, turn around, think of the metal room next door to receive the extra reward of fear rating, but suddenly hear the system prompt:

[now, you can choose the area you need to go]

after the voice prompt, on the edge of the elevator door, the original empty place, the optical flow formed by the data flow emerges, drawing a rectangle In the operation area, after the image is transformed from virtual to real, there are five fist size buttons, all of which have characters, respectively:

[storage room], [conference room], [shopping mall], [scare box], [don't press this]

blindfolded eyes, naturally attracted by the last button.

"Hello Don't press what this means... " His expression is very delicate: "don't make it if you don't want people to press it, ok Don't press it, it makes people want to press it... "

He hesitated for a few seconds and couldn't help it. He reached out and pressed it. The light on the button was on for a second when it was pressed. Then Nothing happened.

After waiting for 30 seconds, Feng could not help but look around and say: "what is this Is a cold joke like a joke? "

"Hey hey Did you press it? " A very wretched laugh accompanied by the words, from behind the blind suddenly came.

He turned around and looked at the corner a few steps away from him, which was just empty. At this time, he was standing alone.

This is a white man in his twenties. He is dressed in a black suit. He is emaciated. His skin is pale. He has short hair. He is wearing a pair of glasses. The lenses are covered with white light. It has to be said that although his temperament is obscene, objectively speaking, he is very handsome.

"Hello How did you get in, man? " Asked Feng unconsciously.

"Haha......" The man made a snap of his finger, and the key that said "don't press this" turned into a data stream and disappeared, "isn't it just moving in the space of a game? It's very simple, hey, hey... " He seemed to like to make a few funny laughs from his throat like this, which were indecent.

"You are NPC? Administrator? " Feng was puzzled and said: "wait You can't be NPC, I'm not in the script... " He paused: "well After the public test, will each person's landing space be equipped with an AI similar to a small assistant? No! Isn't that kind of NPC supposed to be a pretty girl with an exposed body? "

"You think more." The man smiled and said, "Hey, hey, hey You can treat me as an administrator, but I'm afraid you can't get any information from the official. They will probably tell you that there is no such person as me. "

When Feng could not hear this, his face changed slightly, and his tone was serious: "are you a derivative?"

"Hahahaha..." The man laughed and shook his head: "ha ha Derivatives, they are at least two dimensions lower than me He pushed his glasses, then said, "you can call me woody, bsp;" you wait first. " "What kind of person are you? What can I do for you? Is that button your prank? "

"Haha That button is just a harmless joke. " Woody replied, "I'm here to ask you some questions."

"Let me make it clear Do you come to me on behalf of dream company, or do you come out of your own hobby? " I always feel that there is an unspeakable weirdness in front of me.

This guy can appear in his own landing space like this, and he can make adjustments to the environment. That's probably because the administrator of dream company hasn't run away, but what he said is very problematic. What's the meaning of "just be an administrator" and "they are at least two dimensions lower than me". How do you figure it out?

"I'm from hell. I need to confirm some questions with you for my work." The white light on Woody's glasses all the time made his expression invisible.

"You administrators are all in the late stage of the second middle disease..." Feng immediately thought of Pan Feng and Hua Xiong.

"As a person with mental disorder, do you still talk about the second grade illness with me?" Woody replied.

Feng Wujue thought: sure enough Did the game company know that, right Anyway, up to now, all the scripts have passed the threshold of 0. They have been listed as abnormal data by the system for a long time, so This guy's job is to deal with suspected cheaters?

"Haha You can think of it like that. " Woody said with a wry smile.

"Ha?" "What?" he said He said in his heart: Impossible? Does he know what I'm thinking?

Woody didn't pick it up. He laughed a few times and then mixed it up: "Hey, hey First of all, do you believe in Christianity? "

Feng didn't realize that he knew something about mind reading and other Jianghu deceptions, so he didn't go deep into what woody said just now, just as the other side was playing tricks. Hearing Woody's question, he replied, "I believe in science."

"Hey hey Very good. " Woody smiled. "I'm done asking."

"Hello Brother, what's the situation? The whole show? Is the system shooting? " Asked Feng unconsciously.

"There are pictures and sounds in my memory. I didn't need you to tell me. I digested them a minute ago." "I just need to confirm that," Woody said

Feng unconsciously squinted at woody, stepped back and said, "this Brother woody, where did you say you came from... "

"Where I come from, where will you go, hehe..." Woody still grinned indecently: "well, I'm leaving. I think you'll be angry when we meet again, but life is like this. Anger is more useful than despair, isn't it?"

"Wait, you..." Feng can't feel that he has made Zhang Er monk confused. This guy is just inexplicable.

"Mortal, you are excellent and interesting. You are the right person. I am ready to bet on you Um... Just press on Judas's gold coin bag. It's a big hand. Hehe Don't let me down. " Woody shrugged and smiled. Turning around, he walked into the mirror wall of the elevator.

After entering the mirror, Woody's figure suddenly twisted. In a moment, his figure turned into a black magic shadow, whose image is hard to describe with words. If the eyes are the window of the soul, the magic shadow has broken into the window in a moment, directly tearing the spiritual world of people.

At this moment, Feng unconsciously felt an emotion that should not exist - fear.

The feeling that he has been unable to be aroused physically, but now it is as obvious as the iron in his heart. Undoubtedly, this is fear, and it is the unforgettable and eternal experience of terror.

Gazing at the invisible and passive magic shadow, it is as if your soul is firmly held by a heaven throwing magic hand, and will be pulled out of your body at any time, and will become nothing.

I don't know how long it took for Feng to get back to his senses. He was still in a state of shock. Instinctively, he looked at the wall for a few seconds. It was only a few seconds since he last looked away. It's hard for him to calm down