dramatic death

Chapter 146

The moment Yin Tong's voice fell, Dong Tiantian had followed Ke Xinyan to stop at the door of the guard room.

He saw the little girl take out a bunch of keys from her pocket, rummage a few times and unlock the door, then took two steps back, signaling him to take a step first.

So he also took two steps back, smiling and mouthing "ladies first".

Dong Tiantian doesn't trust Ke Xinyan very much, even though he was rescued from the rabbit a few minutes ago by this girl, and he even learned some "common sense" from the other party's mouth by accident.He was afraid of this kind of little girl. Mr. Wen's lessons from the past proved that the gentler the person, the harder the attack. He didn't forget that this beautiful girl like Yamato Nadeko was also a very tough violent person. A few minutes ago Chopped up his own twin sister with an axe.

She is an NPC, no matter how you look at it in the current game environment, it is impossible to become a relative or friend.

What's more, can the NPCs in the dungeon have good people?Dong Tiantian thought about it for a while, and felt that it was hanging.

According to his previous speculation, all the characters appearing in this game are finalized in the last form in people's memory.Ke Xinyan in a fighting state is unfamiliar to Dong Tiantian, but to Chen Yan, it may be more common than stones on the side of the road.

If Ke Xinyan was also extracted from Chen Yan's memory, then her last form should be that of the player in the game three years ago.

--and many more.

Dong Tiantian suddenly had a strange thought.

——If this idea is correct, then in other words, Ke Xinyan's current state is the most standard "state" in this game.

——This game has props.

——Props should be required for customs clearance.

Shocked by his own thoughts, he almost immediately tried to confirm the veracity of this information in the team chat room.However, something caught his attention first, and his sight was firmly fixed on the wall not far away.

Facing the gate, the wall that should have been hung with keys was empty, and the labels with room numbers were like tombstones, corresponding to the rusty hooks below.

There is no key on it.

Not a single key.

Dong Tiantian only felt that his brain was blank, and his thinking was instantly crushed.

He kept tapping on the light screen with trembling fingertips, trying to tell Yin Tong the news.However, Yin Tong, who was on the opposite side of the light screen, laughed before him, and said, "Dong Xiaotian, have you arrived at the guard room now?"

"Is there no key to the guard room?"

His gaze stayed on the light screen in front of him in a trance, and he didn't even notice Ke Xinyan's indifferent eyes behind him.The girl raised the ax and pointed it at his back, her eyelashes drooping slightly, as if she was looking at a corpse.

However, all Dong Tiantian's attention was on Yin Tong during the call, and he heard the other party smile and say: "It's fine if you don't have the key."

"Because I am already standing on the rooftop at this moment."

……

About 15 minutes ago, on the third floor, at the door of the classroom.

When Dong Tiantian was considering whether to act with Ke Xinyan, Yin Tong had already welcomed a familiar stranger.She came from the corner of the corridor not far away, and walked to Yin Tong's side step by step, holding his fingers with her cold little hands, as if holding a toddler.

Yin Tong was shivering from the temperature in her hands, and then, like a restarted robot, his joints bent and started to walk.

At this moment, the time of the game began to flow again, and all the static things around were pressed the play button.Shouting and shoving Yin Tong, the gangsters stepped into the stairwell happily, as if everything had returned to the afternoon before the tragedy happened, and then gradually collapsed with the pace of time.

Yintong knew what was coming for him. He would experience everything that Christie had experienced, walk up the stairs to the rooftop, and then fall headlong into the flower bed downstairs.

——Just like Xia Zexing in the second round.

— Just like Christie used to be.

——Just like Tan Xiao.

Yin Tong looked down at the steps under his feet, and smiled silently.

He felt that he had found the source of this game.

Whether it's the late-night discussion of the first copy or An Qi's complicated diary, the stories told are nothing more than the school violence that Christie experienced that year. GM used a lot of scripts to state an obvious fact-Christie is innocent , both innocent and pitiful.

——But why did the GM do this?Who is she to Christie?

Yin Tong turned his head to look at the little girl beside him. Christie was drooping his head, holding his hand, and walking up with him obediently.

Excluding all objective factors that would make people feel frightened, she does look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.Her skin was very fair, her eyes were dark and bright, she was undoubtedly beautiful, and this pair of skin was much better than most people.

She looked like a doll that had been deliberately dressed up.

—Is she really a human being?

If we judge according to the conclusion in An Qi's diary, there is actually a soul belonging to "Tan Xiao" in the body named "Christie".If you don't consider the complex puzzles of "Tan Xiao", just in terms of Christie's identity, her current state should look more human.

So when did she start to separate from the human body and attach to those cold and hard humanoid bodies?

Yintong tried to find clues from his thinking.He vaguely remembered that the Christie he met in reality was not like this. She looked more beautiful and fake, and her packaging was closer to a virtual idol.

At first, he thought it was a need for image building, after all, the other party is a public figure active on the screen.And the Christie he met was already a dummy from the moment the memory came into being.

Far more refined than the little girl standing beside him at the moment.

——So when did Christie change her body?

——Why did she change her body? It was because of her current body.

Yin Tong felt the cold little hand in his palm.

——Is it because this body is destroyed (dead)?

He felt that he had vaguely caught some clues, there seemed to be a thread in the dark, connecting everything he encountered before.The memories of the short three years are like boiling water, surging in Yintong's mind. He was always thinking about the reasons for this game, trying to connect them with his lost memories.

It now appears that this idea may have been wrong in the first place.

He once felt that everything he encountered was premeditated, and that the current situation must have been planned by someone.He tried in vain to find out the evil culprit, to find out the reason why he had fallen into this state.

But what if all of this was "for no reason" from the beginning?

What if it was just a bad accident that he got caught in this game?

It's not impossible.

According to Christie's original state on the commercial street, she is likely to have been transformed into something like a "humanoid machine" by the Academy of Sciences. Her way of thinking is random and her ideas are boundless. She is like a dead Like a ghost, he tries to keep the living (Yin Tong) in his "hell" only by obsession.

——Her idea is achievable, because the Academy of Sciences gave her permission.

Yintong thought.

——Because the Academy of Sciences gave Christie the authority to structure the game.

This kind of thinking is too absurd, but it is not completely unfeasible.If the experiment Christie accepted from the beginning was to integrate her own thinking into the terminal data, then she may have mastered the ability to send commands in the data terminal.

She herself is "a piece of data", and she lives to ensure the operation of the consciousness space under their feet.So she may have been integrated into this game long ago, she is the GM in this game.

Or in other words, Christie is the game (Hakoniwa) itself.

——Does the GM really need to be conscious in order to support the operation of a game?

A person's mind cannot last for too long after losing his body. If this idea can be established, it should be her brain that the Academy of Sciences sent people to take away the morning after Tan Xiao's death.

They tried to reactivate "Tan Xiao" and installed her in the body belonging to "Christie".Because they need to control this piece of data, they need to have a security "key" that can close the "Little Garden" at any time.

——Then why are so many people involved in this game now?

Yintong thought.

——Because the security "key" was lost (dead)?

——But if Christie is dead, then what "thing" is running this game now?

The upward pace stopped.

Yin Tong raised his head, and suddenly realized that he had reached the end of the stairwell.The glass door leading to the roof was closed tightly, and the iron chain originally tied to the doorknob fell all over the floor, accompanied by the rusty lock, like a beggar in the corner that no one cares about.

They were crowded together, making a loud crashing sound as a few teenagers fiddled.Then the tightly seamed glass door was pushed open forcefully, and the howling cold wind poured into the empty stairwell like a ferocious beast, and the sunset in the evening was like overturned plasma, flooding every plant and tree in the rooftop garden.

Yin Tong stood outside the door and heard the distant bell echoing non-stop.It is like a dead soul, whispering like a girl.

"It's cold in here," she said.

"Why don't you save me."

……

At 18:40 in the evening, Bowen Building, fourth floor.

Han Zhaoyuan chopped off Xu Guangbo's head with an axe, and took a few steps forward with his severed hand. While licking the blood from the cut, he traced the numbers on the elevator with his dirty fingers.

Like a playful kid, he kept pressing the floors where the elevator stopped from bottom to top until he reached the fourth floor, and then suddenly slammed the button with "4" like crazy .

The old metal buttons were overwhelmed and screamed, but the bad perpetrators did not take any measures to reform themselves.He seemed to be suffering from hysteria, and also seemed to have a sudden whim, with a calmness that was completely different from his movements on his blood-stained face, and his dark eyes were like two cold and hard stones.

The cumbersome elevator gradually climbed up with its passengers until it made a "ding" sound.

Han Zhaoyuan let go of his hand, and took two steps back. He saw the elevator door gradually move to both sides, and then swung the ax to smash the bloody button panel.

The bright light in the elevator illuminated his eyes, and he was like a lone wolf who had been separated from the pack, and after several days of hunger, he met the food he had been coveting for a long time.

He smiled.

He said, "Hey big man, did you kill my dear girlfriend?"