After I became the infinite flow boss

He almost called out the title, but he couldn't.

Because Bei Heng said it in advance.

"Muir, code name xsa1022."

Players in the white space all have action numbers. Now that Bei Heng has adopted Muir's identity, he can of course know Muir's action number from Muir's soul memory.

In addition, the intelligence of the operation number was set with the left pupil. Even the gods and demons within the range of [God War] cannot see through the intelligence lock set by the left pupil. Therefore, Bei Heng's revelation of the operation number has basically confirmed his identity. .

Moss blinked, rubbed his head and said, "Oh, I almost made a mistake. It turned out to be you, Muir."

In fact, there were so many players in the white space, and Moss didn't remember Muir as a player. This was purely a courtesy between his companions.

Beiheng nodded and observed the game environment.

This place is like a jungle of concrete machinery, heavy with dust, without the color that the human world should have. It is depressing, monotonous, and tense, which seems to be the theme of this game world.

"Brother Muir, come with me. We have built a base these days. We thought we had found our companions in several nearby districts. Unexpectedly, we missed you!" Moss was very happy to find his companions.

Bei Heng nodded again, and then asked him about the rules of the game. This game is different from others. There is unexpectedly no sign of combat, which is a bit weird.

"Huh? Don't you know? Players can't kill each other. They have to abide by the city rules. If you break the rules, you will be sent away directly."

"so."

After all, he likes to play with rules, so it's not surprising.

"However, through our practice these days, we have found that it is not impossible to kill the other player. As long as a few conditions are met, other players can be killed. I have guided hundreds of players to commit suicide these days, and I have fully learned from the experience." Moss said He smiled and said, "The key is mental control."

This gameplay is a bit twisty, Beiheng thought thoughtfully.

"Oh, but it's still so difficult. This game world is really perverted," Moss sighed, feeling sad. "Although I don't know what other games are like, I feel that my progress here is probably the slowest. Mom Ah, if I lose, how can I meet that person? But this game really makes me confused. "

"I see."

Then, Bei Heng asked for some needed information. It turned out that this was still a role-playing game. The city was generally relatively peaceful, but occasionally some ghosts would appear.

The role Moss plays now is a real dictator. His mission is to spread some rumors everywhere. It sounds easy, but in fact it is quite fatal. If he deceives less than ten people in a day, he will be finished.

In short, it is a test of acting skills and life experience.

Those guys who have been fighting and killing in the infinite world all year round and forget about normal human life, no matter how strong they are, they still have to drink a pot here.

Thinking about it, Moss came to his senses only to find that Bei Heng beside him was missing, and he walked to the alley in front of him in a blink of an eye.

"What's wrong, Brother Muir?" Moss followed him with confusion, then stopped and followed Bei Heng's line of sight.

In front of Bei Heng was an open space. There are tall gray buildings on both sides of the open space. The floors are covered with moss and exude a damp and cold atmosphere.

The open space was covered with grass and scattered wild flowers. What attracted his attention was nothing else but the group of stone statues hidden in the grass.

It was a bluestone sculpture. The carving technique was a bit rough, or rather random, but the finished product was very charming. Hundreds of different doll faces came to life. If one did not truly love life and work hard at art, it would be impossible to complete such a sculpture.

However, with so many palm-sized stone sculptures of human faces hidden under the grass, it will inevitably make people shudder.

Bei Heng raised his gaze and looked at the shrine in the center of the open space.

Its entire body is as red as blood, and is filled with ancient characters that cannot be deciphered. The material is old and tattered, and the wood has holes. It can be seen that it has been exposed to wind and rain for a long time, and it is already a miracle that it still exists. .

There are still mysteries on the roadside in this city, but most of the temples on the roadside have evil qualities.

"Brother Muir, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with this thing?" Moss looked around repeatedly, a little confused as to what Bei Heng was looking at.

"Wait a moment."

Bei Heng walked into the grass and took a closer look at the shrine. He found that the statue inside was in dilapidated condition, with only the roots of the shrine remaining. It probably could not withstand the rain and wind erosion, and finally became what it is now.

In the past, most gods prohibited the erection of statues and idol worship, but after all, they still couldn't help people's worship of extraordinary power. Human beings still continued to create idols, worship and pray. If the object of worship was a god, that would be okay and would not cause disaster. However, later on, the object of worship was transferred to other humans, or even to abyssal beings, thus burying long-term consequences.

What kind of thoughts will lead to what kind of things, this is an eternal truth. This shrine located in the middle of the noisy market has long lost its original sanctity, replaced by the evil spirits living in small dwellings. The interior of the statue is like a dense vortex like an ant nest, which has been completely eroded.

Bei Heng was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand as if pulling something. After a few seconds, he turned around and left.

"Ah, are you leaving now?" Moss was a little dumbfounded.

"I have this talent, this is the skill of summoning spirits." Bei Heng explained.

"Can you use it?" Moss was surprised. This game prohibits all supernatural methods and most player skills. Props cannot be used. The rules and conditions are stricter than those of low-level copies. Skills like summoning spirits, which are obviously related to supernatural methods, can actually be used?

"Yeah."

Bei Heng did not explain much and changed the subject: "Where is the base mentioned before?"

Moss paused and said: "Yes, I will take you to the base first. Now is the time when we are short of manpower."

At this point, they left the alley and walked to another place.

Along the way, Bei Heng showed interest in the game environment. Not only did he observe everywhere, but he also integrated into the scene and asked NPCs or passers-by about something.

NPCs are easily confused with players and need to be carefully distinguished. Most players have murderous or vigilant eyes and occasionally do actions that do not conform to the scope of the role. NPCs are absolutely true to their characters. Distinguishing NPCs from players is like distinguishing whether an actor's acting skills are good or not. There is a certain appreciation.

However, after Bei Heng understood, he also discovered some situations.

Moss, who was with him, would occasionally turn around like an NPC and say, "Is it meaningful to go on like this? There is no meaning. This city is a monster that devours people. We can't go on like this. We have to do meaningful things. Otherwise, what's the point of living? What's the meaning of life?"

Bei Heng heard this kind of words more than once along the way, but he didn't pay much attention to them.

After Moss finished speaking, he would rub his eyes as if he had just woken up, and say something like "What happened to me just now? I'm not possessed again."

As an NPC, Moss's personality setting is devouring his personality, and it is silent, and he himself can't detect it at all.

The evidence is that Bei Heng made this clear to Moss in person.

Moss also answered with disbelief: "It's impossible. I feel that I have always been conscious. How could I be polluted by the personality of an NPC?"

No matter how much evidence there is, Moss will not believe it, because his mental structure is set up to "never doubt his own personality abnormality."

This was not just him. Bei Heng also found that all the players who passed by were unaware of their personality pollution without exception, and even denied it extremely. If someone revealed this, he might get angry and start fighting, as if he had suffered a huge insult.

The brain actually attacked the player's mind directly, which was a bit out of line, and it was a step further than Zuo Tong who attacked the memory.

However, Bei Heng also vaguely knew what the brain thought about this.

——"If you can't even reflect on your own mind, how can you deserve to win the game? This is just the beginning of the game."

He would definitely say so.

Bei Heng put away his curiosity about the overall environment of the game and no longer paid attention to the scenery on the ground.

Then, he arrived at the base that Moss mentioned, a large □□ venue. From the outside, it was almost a casino with bright lights and wine. If it wasn't for the closed business hours, you could probably see a welcoming ceremony lined up at the door.

"Brother Moss, you're back."

"Hey, I haven't seen the person behind you, is he a newcomer?"

Many people noticed Bei Heng along the way.

Obviously, the appearance of the player Muir is not eye-catching, but he is still being watched by so many people. This is a strange thing.

"Yes, yes, you guys go and do your own things, don't mind me." Moss waved his hand at them, and then explained to Beiheng: "I don't know what happened, but the people around us have transformed together. Everyone has a similar identity and is in the same organization. It's not difficult to find them. Later, I found that the forces of other players are also similar."

Obviously, this is an intentional allocation by the game system. Although I don't know what it means specifically, it's weird. It seems that all players have been set from the beginning and no one can escape from it.

"If I have to compare it, this game is like a huge spider web. I always feel that players come in just to make up the numbers and have no chance of winning at all." Moss walked and walked, and couldn't help but stop, his face extremely serious.

Beiheng glanced at him and was about to say something.

But Moss suddenly lost his seriousness, grabbed his face and said sadly: "What will I bring to see that person when the time comes? It's not possible that everyone else will win and I will be the only one to lose!"

Bei Heng: "..."

When the other people present heard this, they immediately gathered around and said similar things.

"Yes, if this goes on, we can't explain to that person."

"Comrades, we can't be lazy anymore, we must take the initiative and do something big."

"Ah, but my character is a dead fish, I will die if I go out, what should I do."

"Fuck, me too! How can there be such a character, it's so unreasonable!"

As they said, several of them were still hugging each other and comforting each other, not like experienced players at all.

Hmm... their style of painting is a bit strange. Seeing them like this, Bei Heng stepped back a few steps, thinking that the plan seemed to need to be adjusted.

At this moment, he noticed that something changed outside.

It seemed to be the breath of brain marrow. Bei Heng paused and looked outside through the window.