Doomsday Wonderland

For the first time, Lin Sanjiu stood from the perspective of a bystander, watching a disaster slowly take shape before her eyes.

For Zhou Xian, she was both an audience and a sounding board; Lin Sanjiu’s existence was more to witness his inspired designs than to actually offer any opinions. He became excited and said, "The more important and recent the personal experience, the more difficult it is. Are you right?"

Lin Sanjiu couldn't nod her head and just stared at him with wide eyes.

"In this way, even if they don't watch the first skit, they won't be able to avoid the second question." Zhou Xian laughed so hard that it hurt the wound, and he hissed and said, "Well , in addition to personal experience, you can also come up with something else. For example, what he is planning to do, his recent goals, the people he knows..."

"Someone you know?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice.

"For example, I asked him if someone in his memory was his enemy or friend." Zhouxian looked very serious, as if he was discussing a math problem. When he said the second half of the sentence, there was not even a hint of obscenity: "If a woman Yes, you can also ask who is her lover..."

"But," Lin Sanjiu trembled secretly and asked, "Can you still read their memories? This...how can this be done?"

"How come you still don't understand so many things," Zhou Xian shook his head and said, "How can you write a game like this? If you can't write it, how can you live here?"

Can you survive only by writing games?

In this way, perhaps these game creators have no choice but to do so. They are restricted and pushed by the rules, and have to create disasters one after another... Lin Sanjiu breathed out a little, not forgetting his role, and said: "So Said, I still have to rely on big brother for guidance."

Zhouxian said "hmm". Rather than caring about how Lin Sanjiu lived, he was more willing to show off his knowledge.

"I can't read their memories, and I don't need to read their memories." He explained, "Look, I'm typing a text here..."

Lin Sanjiu watched him highlight the half-sentence "The screen starts playing a short video" and added a note to it. He wrote in the note: "'A player's life experience or memory will be displayed for the first time. will be faithfully projected onto the screen'."

"This is……"

"In order to demonstrate to you, I wrote it relatively briefly." Zhou Xian took his hand off the keyboard and said, "But you should already understand what I mean, right? After I set this condition with text annotation, then I don't need to find out the player's memories bit by bit, otherwise I will be exhausted. This comment is just a... well, the operating mechanism. Under this mechanism, you project your own memories onto the screen. ."

Seeing Lin Sanjiu staring at the screen without saying a word, he made a further analogy: "It's like someone said 'bear' to everyone. After listening to it, everyone thought of a black bear, Whether it's a brown bear or a cartoon bear, it's everyone's business... In the same way, I set it up here to stipulate that he projects an experience memory. What exactly is projected on the screen is determined by the player's subconscious reaction. ."

...In other words, the more important and recent the information, the easier it is to be remembered first.

At this point, he added: "Writing games with words is a very practical and general principle that you have to remember."

Lin Sanjiu nodded, indicating that she understood, and asked in a hoarse voice: "I, there is something I don't quite understand."

"you say."

She took a big risk by asking this question. If the answer to this question is something that the newcomer should already know, how should she explain it?

Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Can't you just let them pass by?"

"What do you mean?" Zhouxian was stunned, as if what she just said was Latin.

"If it is a short drama that has nothing to do with them, then future players can easily pass it..."

Zhou Xian blinked his one intact eye and asked, "How boring is that?"

This time it was Lin Sanjiu's turn to be at a loss for words. Allowing others to get through easily is tantamount to creating a lot of pain and death in the world. This is a very clear truth, but it seems very inappropriate to say it in this place.

She stopped talking, just lowered her gaze slightly, pretending to be honest, hoping Zhou Xian could continue talking. She could feel that Zhou Xian looked her up and down twice, and when he spoke, his voice was slightly tight.

"You want to write a simple game? Are you afraid that you will step into the game you wrote?"

This was a test—nothing to make him suspicious.

"Ah, aren't you saying that I won't be able to enter the game that I wrote myself?" she responded quickly.

Zhouxian's expression relaxed a little, but became sarcastic. "Then what's wrong with you? Are you trying to accumulate virtue for yourself? Do you care whether those people can get out?"

"No, what if I get into a game written by someone else in the future..." Lin Sanjiu didn't forget to keep her tone low when she defended herself, "I'm afraid I won't be able to get out... Aren't you worried?"

Zhou Xian was satisfied with her explanation and nodded. It seems that he is the kind of person you often see in the apocalypse: you talk to him about morality, and he thinks you are hypocritical; you talk to him about kindness, and he suspects that you have ulterior motives. What you want to say can only be based on self-interest. Only from this perspective can he understand.

"Seeing as you don't understand anything, let me tell you something." Zhou Xian took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, lit one, and said in the smoke: "The rules on the surface are We will be sent out after ten months, and the remaining four months will be involved in other people's games. However, after all, we are the chosen ones, the creators of the game, and the starting line is one step ahead of their ordinary evolvers. It’s so big, how can you really be helpless?”

Lin Sanjiu thought he was going to tell her that as long as the number of people was maintained, their stay would be extended for a while; this was the message Yu Yuan told her through the "Hongyan Family Letter" - Speaking of which, she didn't know that he How about settling down on that female corpse? Requiring the data subject to squeeze itself out alive and stuff it into another corpse seemed to be a very violative behavior for him.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xian did not mention this.

"We are not tool makers who specialize in writing games. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net writes games every week. There are so many of them, it’s a headache. Where can we compile them? As you know, most of our games are provided by Adapted from the templates, there are location restrictions. After a period of time, you will become more familiar with these templates. You even know the prototypes, so after you go out, won't you hide yourself? As long as you don't get involved The game will not trigger one game process after another. If you hide for four months and don't know how to play, then I think your death will be in vain."

Lin Sanjiu breathed out slowly.

You can protect yourself from suffering, but that doesn't mean you have to make others suffer... There must be a link in the process that she doesn't know yet. Both Zhou Xian and Edgar Allan Poe mentioned that their games were written according to templates, so it is very likely that the templates themselves have limitations, and people can only write some tragic things...

"Sometimes, we also communicate with each other to see what games each other has written recently. Doesn't this mean that I have told you all the answers? I'm so scared." Zhou Xian ended his explanation with this sentence, Lin Sanjiu suddenly raised his head.

Given her status and role, she can’t ask yet——

Who wrote Apartment Game?