Players Please Get In the Car

Xu Huo's eyes darkened, but he took a serious look at Wan Tingfang, and said after a while: "I heard from Director Sanyang that there are many important items in the base, and we are not allowed to enter above the fifth floor."

"Didn't we not have many non-staff personnel when we came in?"

"Because they were fired. As for the reason, they stole the secrets of the base." He shook his head. "It's not bad just to be fired, but the worst thing is to be sent to a high-risk dungeon."

"Isn't it..." Wan Tingfang said: "Isn't the base unable to restrict the freedom of players?"

"You forgot that this is the base established by the game government." Xu Huo said: "Since it is the government in name, there must be corresponding laws and regulations. Although the base does not have the right to be armed, it will definitely face punishment for violating the terms formulated by the game government. It's not difficult when we know our ID."

Wan Tingfang was thoughtful, and then said after a while: "I don't think this job is very good now, maybe one day my colleagues make mistakes and they will be back together."

Xu Huo smiled and handed her a pack of clean tissues, "This is the right of the game government. We are just players, and we must abide by the rules if we want to continue playing."

"Why do I think there is something in your words?" Wan Tingfang took off the towel, wiped the blood indiscriminately and patted the sterile stickers, "Don't worry, I'm curious about what's upstairs, but it's better than satisfying my curiosity." Heart, or life is more important. It won't hurt you."

"That's good." Xu Huo pointed to the flashing dots on the screen, "Come here, let's go after finishing the work."

Wan Tingfang sat down resignedly, and complained: "Every day, these orbital alarms are fed back. More than half of them are fine. We still need to classify and classify them one by one. The technology is so advanced, why not just use the machine to sort it out? Is it just In order not to pay wages in vain?"

Xu Huo didn't say much.

This is actually very simple, whether it is the track or the information related to the track, most of them are carried out with numbers.

For example, for the track alarm near Area 011, it is more convenient and straightforward to display the specific distribution map under normal circumstances, but what the base receives is only a series of numbers. From the divisions, stations, and routes, all are replaced by numbers. The screens are dense with numbers.

It's not that the machine can't give more specific information, but it's done on purpose. The track information is encrypted even for the staff responsible for maintenance. The staff responsible for grading must follow a certain method within a short period of time. Graded and distributed to different teams.

Only after receiving a specific maintenance task and boarding the train, the staff of the track supply department will get a specific road map.

The same track, the same route, may be a completely different number and a different route next time, let alone mixed with false alarms.

Even people who work for the game government, even if they come from the earlier wormhole point of gamification, are not trusted by the game, whether subjectively or objectively.

Even the process of grading track alerts is recorded as a basis for determining whether a worker is copying track numbers.

The train track is the foundation of the Dimensional Rift game, and it is no surprise that the track is protected no matter how tight it is.

After being busy in the office for a long time, when the two left the base building, they heard other staff members discussing the Holy Sword Society. An important set of experimental samples.

Wan Tingfang frowned, "Experimental sample? Is it another gene improvement experiment?"

Experiments like this are generally not a good thing, and this is how many messy alien species come about.

"As long as it's not a biochemical weapon, it's no big deal." Xu Huo looked indifferent, "Is there such a thing in the game?"

Wan Tingfang opened his mouth, and said after a few seconds: "I once went to a relatively backward subdistrict, where the game government built a pilot factory. After an accident, the poisonous gas leaked, causing more than half of the land in one subdivision to be polluted. Within a month, more than two-thirds of the population has degenerated into alien species, and I heard from experienced players that it is very likely that this division will last for less than a year, there will be no new population, and the alien species will invade the division, and the instance will disappear.”

"Is this kind of experiment really necessary?"

"You misunderstood a question." Xu Huo looked at her, "How do you know it was an accident?"

"Not only the game government, but also some larger game forces will directly turn game regions with less potential into heterogeneous breeding grounds."

Stopping experiments or stealing experimental samples is just a temporary solution, not the root cause, as long as this game exists, this kind of thing will never stop.

"Then what can we do? The game has the absolute initiative. If we players want to turn around, we have to destroy the game." Wan Tingfang shrugged, "But I never dreamed of such a thing."

"Aren't there so many people going forward? Maybe someone will be able to do it in the future." Xu Huo smiled at her, and drove his aircraft away.

The car flew far away, and Xu Huo saw Wan Tingfang standing where he was. He smiled slightly and looked away, and went to the exchange.

In addition to the prop skirt promised to Little Pink Riding Hood, he also had to buy two suitable defensive props.

"I'm really sorry, sir. The current high-end props have been taken away by several dukes. The new props have not been delivered yet. Why don't you leave your contact information and purchase requirements. If we buy suitable props, we will contact you as soon as possible. .”

I've been to several places and the words are the same.

This is the "sequel" of the Harvest Festival. After celebrating the harvest, it will be rewarded for merit. Most of these high-level props are rewarded to players.

Unable to buy suitable props, Xu Huo had to go back to Rose Flower Castle first.

Mr. Dong and Hua Nu are pruning flower branches, while Yan Jiayu and her stone lion are sweeping the floor and carrying a bucket, working very hard.

Turning his eyes to the person sitting in the garden drinking tea, Xu Huo pressed his temple, "Mr. Dong hired a lot of servants."

"The servants are not as quick as the players." Bai Kou suggested sincerely, "You can hire some players to clean up."

"And, aren't they very happy to do it?"

"Don't be idle, go and cut a plate of fruit for me."

Xu Huo asked someone to bring the fruit, "Since you have nothing to do, why don't you help me find someone."

"I helped you last night." Bai Kou stared at him.

"Thank you." Xu Huo had no problems.

"No help." Bai Kou was also very straightforward, "I'm here for vacation, and I don't care about anything that doesn't bother me."

"However," she changed the subject, "You can consider writing a suicide note stating that I will take over the castle after you die."

Xu Huo looked at her for two seconds and then smiled, "Don't write."