Simulate a thousand times, I have a method to speed through the escape game

Zheng Xun came to the Seventh Hospital in his dream.

As expected, this was his next copy, but what surprised Zheng Xun was that it didn't look like a copy at all.

The small white building in front of him was bright and warm, the green ivy was full of vitality, the children were playing and fighting in front of the grass in the hospital, and the old man in hospital gown was sitting in a wheelchair, being slowly pushed by a young nurse.

The picture had nothing to do with horror, terror, and weirdness.

How could this be a copy?

Zheng Xun was standing outside the gate fence, and a red ball bounced on the ground and rolled out through the gap of the door and landed in Zheng Xun's hand.

A little girl with pigtails ran over and stretched out her little hand from between the fences.

"Brother, this is my ball, thank you."

Zheng Xun held the ball in one hand, and could even feel the residual warmth of the sun from the rough surface.

He handed the ball over and planned to return it to the girl.

At the moment when the little girl's soft fingertips touched the ball, the picture suddenly changed, like a film with wrong editing, and flashed twice.

The warm afternoon was gone, everything around was bleak, and the creeper quickly withered and died, cutting the surface of the wall like a solidified blood vessel.

The doctor and the patient were gone, and the children playing also disappeared.

Only the girl in front of him stretched out a dry claw and grabbed Zheng Xun's hand tightly.

The facial features on her face were completely misplaced, growing in places where they shouldn't grow.

"Stranger," her mouth was embedded in the place where her left eye should be, "You shouldn't come here. Leave!"

The word "leave" shook the whole space, and Zheng Xun's hair was blown messy, but he didn't move.

He vaguely remembered that he had heard this sentence.

"What's the matter," Zheng Xun was still very calm at this time, "Do you have to buy a ticket to enter this place?"

I don't know what switch was triggered. After he asked this question, the girl disappeared, leaving only a circle of purple marks on his wrist.

Zheng Xun rubbed it with his other hand, but it didn't rub off, it seemed real.

He didn't care, nor was he afraid, doing what he should do.

We have arrived at the place, what are we waiting for if we don't start the simulation.

…

The next morning, Cheng Jie got up and knocked on the door of the transmission room.

When he opened the door, he found Zheng Xun had woken up and was packing up.

“Where are you going?”

“To the next book, I’m ready.”

“Forget it,” Cheng Jie pushed his pile of things aside, “Even an iron man can’t train himself like this. It’s not even 24 hours, you want to play the second book?”

“What’s wrong with that? I didn’t do anything to you when I played Mingque 70 times.”

“Then stand up and walk a few steps.”

“Let’s go.” Zheng Xun stood up with one hand on the ground, and he started to shake after taking two steps.

He stopped and held his forehead.

“Your Mingque’s transmission room has a vibration mode? It’s really advanced.”

“What nonsense are you talking about. Counting the marking book you pried off earlier, look at how much sleep you have had these days. If you keep on making trouble, I think you can’t live in our Mingque anymore, just go to the hospital.”

Zheng Xun sat back on the ground, irritably scratching his hair into a bird’s nest.

"I can't be idle. I feel anxious when I have nothing to do."

"Want to find something to do? What's so difficult? I'll take you to play."

Cheng Jie said he wanted to take him to play. Zheng Xun thought he was going to treat him as free labor and work for Mingque again.

Unexpectedly, he took him to a place he had never been to before.

"This is the Blue Tower," Cheng Jie explained excitedly to him as they wore sunglasses and hats, covering their faces tightly. "Unlike the White Tower, the Blue Tower is sponsored by major guilds and is a place for players to compete."

Zheng Xun stood in the stands on the second floor, listening to the cheers and the wide arena in the middle. It didn't feel like a serious place.

"What are the rules?"

He asked.

"There are no rules. Whoever falls off the arena loses."

A match is now going on in the center of the arena. The two players, one man and one woman, have a huge difference in size. The male player is tall and strong, while the female player is very thin. People around are guessing that the male player will win the match.

As a result, the female player almost broke the male player's neck with a stranglehold, and the referee came out to stop it.

"After all, it is sponsored by the guild," Cheng Jie said beside him, "Try not to cause any deaths, otherwise it will be difficult to end."

"Oh, can anyone play?"

"Of course. The biggest attraction here is the free play. No matter men, women, young or old, everyone can go up and show off a few moves."

Cheng Jie was talking, and looked to the side, and was scared to the point that he almost exposed his identity.

"What are you doing!"

Zheng Xun had one foot on the railing, ready to jump down. He was still puzzled when Cheng Jie pulled him.

"What? Didn't you say that anyone can play?"

"You... of course you can't," Cheng Jie lowered his voice and explained quickly, "I asked you to come out to relax, not to play more tired!"

"Then go down. Their fight is too boring, it makes people sleepy."

"Of course I can't! Team players can't fight in the Blue Tower! This is against the rules."

Zheng Xun was unhappy.

"You are not allowed to do this or that. It's boring. Let's go."

"Hey, wait a minute," Cheng Jie suddenly tried to stop him, "This guy has unlimited repetitions!"

Zheng Xun's ears pricked up and he returned to watch the fun.

He saw a tall and thin young man standing in the middle of the ring. He was not very old and had a timid look on his face. He looked at a certain place below the stage from time to time.

Zheng Xun looked over and saw that the person standing there was also wearing a peaked cap. He was probably a team player who, like Cheng Jie, was deliberately hiding his identity.

The young man in the ring seemed to be somewhat famous, and there was gradually talk around him.

“Isn’t this Shen Guanyu of ‘Yinxue’? "

"The abandoned son?"

"I heard that his father was a senior executive in Yinxue, but he died of illness not long ago."

"Lost? No wonder he appears here..."

"He's using unlimited retrieval? Doesn't this mean he'll be beaten to death?"

"There must be a handle."

Infinite returns, as the name suggests, means that a player has to face challengers one after another until no one is on the field anymore.

Compared with ordinary competitions, players who adopt this competition format will receive a large number of rewards, and may even have the opportunity to obtain tickets to major guilds.

But the disadvantages are also obvious. You can't give up the fight at the beginning, and you can't treat it passively until you are knocked off the stage by the challenger, or you just die of exhaustion on the stage.

Cheng Jie naturally noticed who was on the stage.

"What the hell, Shen Guanyu? Why is he here?"

"What, is he awesome?" Zheng Xun had no clue.

"Oh, he is Yinxue's former prodigy! He has a very strong fighting ability and is almost invincible. How did he come here? And he has unlimited replays? He really wants to beat him to death..."

Cheng Jie said the same thing.

Unlimited replies are easy to say for those with special abilities. The more powerful you are, the more you suffer.

Many strong people don't believe in this evil and insist on opening infinite relapses. The end is quite miserable without exception.

"This is going to be difficult..."

Soon, the first challenger came on stage, a man as strong as a mountain.

The moment he stepped onto the ring, the entire stage trembled, and Shen Guanyu on the stage couldn't help but wince.

Zheng Xun's eyebrows wrinkled.

"Can he really win?"