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"Although the source of the bug has been controlled, the aftermath is still spreading," the electro-mechanical voice continued to broadcast in his ears, "The copy is being shut down and disaster control is underway." "Please clean up the source of the bug as soon as possible to eliminate the subsequent impact." Darkness It gradually became thinner, like ink falling into water, and scattered around. They didn't disappear, but more like they lost control and started escaping aimlessly.

The false god has fallen into a deep sleep again.

He was half-suspended in the air with equanimity, and slowly, once again, he sank deep into the mirror.

The long black hair flowed like water, the head was lowered, and the eyelids were closed, covering the golden, alien eyes.

The pale and strong arms were hung high by chains, and the dark runes stretched and undulated on the skin, revealing a sinister religious feeling like being slaughtered by the neck.

But, for some reason, time seemed to come to a standstill, and the process was suspended for no reason.

In Jiawei's gradually brightening light, the human youth moved forward step by step. Soon, he stopped in front of Wu Zhu.

In my ears, the mechanical electronic sound is still over and over again, "urging" in an unchanging tone: "Ding! The existence of a system bug has been detected, please the anchor to clear it in time!"

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the other person's face.

""

The brass knife fell heavily in the palm, cold, hard, and heavy, like some invisible force, pulling Wen Jianyan's hand forward.

In fact, if it really makes sense to change the past in a world controlled by nightmares, without creating any space-time paradox, then

This might be a perfect opportunity, a flawless solution.

Wen Jianyan's fingers retracted slightly uncontrollably, and subconsciously clenched the handle of the brass knife.

According to The Nightmare's broadcast just now, the aftermath of the bug affecting multiple copies occurred after Wu Zhu fell asleep, that is to say, everything can still be changed.

If the bug did not infect multiple copies in a large area from the beginning, then there is no need for Mengmo to force a large number of copies to shut down, and there will be no expansion of anchors in the future. And naturally, he will no longer sign a contract with Nightmare and become an anchor in the live broadcast room. Now he is still in the real world, holding a lot of money and enjoying life.

After the media and research entered the dream love, everything did not happen. At that time, it was spent in the five rounds of luxury port city. In the future, when they came in, and that day came, so the important dungeon, and the young lady in it, enjoyed it to the fullest. , Two said, two said, all the problems will not be delivered to me for decades.

The strength of the fingertips increased, and it turned white slightly

The boundless temptation was stirring in his heart, urging him to start.

"Ding! Detected the existence of system bugs, please delete them in time!" The system broadcasts over and over again.

The voice didn't fluctuate at all, but it was inexplicably dazed and weak, like some kind of subconscious voice calling him over and over again.

The heavy brass knife in his hand fell down, and the lotus mark on the handle of the knife shimmered with a faint gleam, as if he had his own will, he led Wen Jianyan's hand and slowly lifted it up.

The man in front of him was still sleeping.

The marble-like pale and cold chest did not rise and fall, and the sharp facial lines were half submerged in the darkness, like some kind of dead thing that did not exist in the world.

The chains were firmly locked on his arms, even deep into the concave curve of the shoulder blades and collarbone, like a tree that penetrated the muscles and bones and grew inside the body.

The blade of the brass knife gleamed under the gradually brightening sky. It seemed dull, but it concealed some unknown power.

Soon, it was lifted high to the top—

After a short pause, it suddenly fell.

"Crack!"

The blade sank deep into the mirror, and cobweb-like cracks spread, and shards of glass flew in all directions.

tick.

tick.

Wu Zhu lowered his head, a narrow gap was cut open on the side of his face, and golden blood was looming in it.

"

Wen Jianyan's right hand was holding the handle of the knife, while the other hand was holding the blade tightly, forcibly shifting the direction of the blade's landing point. Scarlet blood overflowed from between his fingers and landed on the ground drop by drop. , he stared blankly at his broken face reflected in the mirror.

Calm light brown eyes looked back at him quietly from where the knife tip had landed.

""

By the ear, the countdown that has not stopped since the beginning continues: "Your positional anomaly will be automatically repaired within a minute." "10, 9, 8"

Wen Jianyan pulled the blade out of the mirror with a little force, and glanced down at his palm.

The wound cut by the brass knife was deep with bone, bloody flesh, and hot, crimson blood gushing out of the wound's internal secretions--I am angry, although it is a tool made for supernatural beings, but it is still on the human body. It can deal damage that a normal blade can't do.

The blood seemed to be pulled out of the body by some invisible force and fell tickly,

Whether it was a half-damaged mirror surface, or a slightly cracked surface, the ground still covered by shadows was painted with a dazzling blood red.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes to look at the sleeping pseudo-god in front of her, and touched his face with bloody fingers, leaving two bloodstains.

His lips moved, and his voice was low and without hesitation:

"I'm not for you."

"3, 2, 1."

The moment the sound fell.

The figure of the young man standing at the junction of darkness and light and shadow disappeared.

The sleeping god slowly sank deep into the mirror.

The blood was absorbed by the missing mirror surface, and the original cracks gradually became blurred and smooth, but they would never disappear.

Inside the mirror, Wu Zhu closed his eyes.

A few drops of blood fell on his pale face and slowly slid down the arc of his lower jaw. The impact of the paleness and scarlet was so great that it looked shocking. The blood slid into the tightly closed lips, seeping in little by little.

The darkness dissipated, and the gallery returned to dead silence.

Only in the deepest part of the corridor, a tall mirror appeared silently.

"!"

After a short period of dizziness and suffocation, Wen Jianyan swayed and propped herself on the wall with one hand, finally stabilizing her body.

Before he could open his eyes, a damp, slightly rancid smell poured into his nostrils, and there was the sound of pattering rain in the distance.

Wen Jianyan's eyelids moved and she opened her eyes.

The scene in front of him is very familiar.

Both sides were covered with moss and the walls of the well were uneven, and above the head was a gloomy sky. The cold muddy water was submerged to the knees, and the cold people were shivering.

"Ding! Your location has been fixed!"

The sound of the system came to my ears.

"Internal inspection, the inspection has been completed," the voice continued, and the stiff electronic sound echoed in my ears, "Ding, it has been detected that the bug repair of this copy has failed, and a warning!"

"After three warnings, you will be disqualified from fixing bugs, and will be punished by removing the streamer's account and cutting off the live stream—"

"Ha." Wen Jianyan sneered. "Since we can talk now, let's talk."

He stood at the bottom of the well, raised his head slightly, and pulled out a clear arc with his lower jaw, as if he was staring at a certain point in the void. Wen Jianyan did not shy away from the fact that the live broadcast has restarted, and said coldly:

"You don't really think that I will work for you under such circumstances?"

"Zi---"

[Integrity First] The signal in the live broadcast room had just recovered for less than half a minute, and before the audience cheered, it was immediately cut off again. Staring at the blank black screen in front of them, the audience could not help but be dumbfounded.

""

"?"

"what's the situation"

downhole.

Wen Jianyan waited patiently.

Just listening to the two electric sounds of "ZZZ", the sound of the system rang in my ears again:

"Hello anchor, according to the previous agreement with you, you will be responsible for assisting us in cleaning up bugs in the copy, and we will grant you privileges beyond other anchors. However, your performance is very disappointing to us, not only is it not the most conspicuous in this copy. The remaining bugs, even refused to cooperate, wasting the good opportunity we created for you to solve—" "Good opportunity?" Wen Jianyan laughed again, "No way? Do you really think so?"

"First of all, before entering the "abnormal position" just now," Wen Jianyan made a sarcastic gesture of double quotation marks, "I have absolutely no idea of ​​its nature, I can't even buy and use Daubei, it's more like you It's a dereliction of duty, not a concocted opportunity." "Even after I figured out the situation, I didn't get any explanation." Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes.

Timely answer by electronic sound:

"I hope you can understand that in this dungeon, due to special reasons, we can't interfere too much and give excessive reminders. However, at the critical moment, we still provide you with action instructions-"

"Action instructions?"

Wen Jianyan seemed to be shocked.

He paused, then laughed sarcastically: "Wait a minute, you're not talking about the last few seconds, are you?"

The young man raised his head, the gloomy sky reflected in his eyes, like an airtight rain curtain.

Abandoning all gentleness, hypocrisy, survival, rhetoric and glibness, he appears indifferent and distant, with a rare display of iron toughness. "Although I took the initiative to become your pawn, the premise of everything is that I am alive, and I will not die in order to complete the deal made to survive."

What kind of existence is that "abnormal location"? Will any actions completed in it have an impact on the future, will it cause a time paradox, and will it cause a butterfly effect? ​​Will I be killed instead?

"One question after another.

Each one is sharper than the last.

Wen Jianyan stared at the void and asked blankly:

"Even if I successfully remove the bug and correct the timeline, how can you guarantee that there will not be any unexpected incidents of streamer downsizing in the future, and I will be pulled in again without warning in my future life?"

"All the initiative is in your hands, and I can only pray that you have credibility and will not let me die in this out-of-control disorder, nor someday in the future. Suddenly repent and reconcile I sign a contract?"

Even if Nightmare did not lie, after the bug is completely eliminated, everything will be back to normal. However, this is always a temporary solution. Although Wen Jianyan has left, the nightmare is still there.

It is forever hidden in the gap between reality and shadow, operating silently, no one knows where it came from, where it went, what its purpose is, and what it will do after that.

Wen Jianyan never entrusted his destiny to the kindness that a behemoth got by chance.

And at the last moment, the almost mandatory "manipulation" touched the area that Wen Jianyan hated the most. He looked towards the void and gave a gentle smile again.

"Based on previous performance, your credibility is even lower than mine."

""

There was silence in the ears.

"If I can't guarantee my life, then I'd rather you block my live broadcast room now," Wen Jianyan shrugged, showing an indifferent expression. Of course he was afraid of death.

However, in this game, Nightmare's loss is obviously greater than him.

He had only one life left, and the Nightmare slept in fear within its system. Moment may re-awaken and seize control of the bug.

But Wu turned out to negotiate with the system for Wen Jianyan's life, and even took the initiative to choose theoretic, unexpected behavior choices, which obviously greatly increased his importance in the system evaluation. At this time, it can be engraved, and if you want to eliminate uun, you have to talk about it.

That's why he is so confident now.

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, and those who are horizontal are afraid of dying.

As long as you are open enough, you can gain the upper hand.

This is the truth of negotiation.

""

There was silence in the ears.

Wen Jianyan looked directly at the void, and said coldly, "If Yuu really needs my help to clear the bug, then we must reach a good cooperative relationship, not because of the imbalance of information like before. Caused the operation to fail." He shrugged with a pity expression:

"Tsk tsk, what a great opportunity."

The adjective of nightmare just now was misappropriated by him, and it was full of ridicule.

After a long time, the voice of the nightmare finally sounded again. It asked in a consistent, unwavering voice:

"What information do you need?"

Almost done.

"First of all, I need to know what the 'abnormal location' I just entered is, is it a memory? Or are we really back in "the past"?"

""

The air fell silent again.

Wen Jianyan waited patiently.

Finally, the mechanical sound rang again:

"Yes and no."

Wen Jianyan was startled.

What's the answer to "The original Thrive Hotel copy was never closed."

wait, never closed? !

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"We just forcibly stopped the observation in the copy." The mechanical voice continued, "So, the two states of completion and non-completion exist at the same time in the closed box garden."

This

Schrödinger's cat

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

The storage box closes a broken radioactive substance and a drug addict in the same sealed baryon. The radioactive material may change, and after the change, it will give an overview of the broken drug, but it may not be finished, and it will be stored when it is full. So, until hudu, strengthen the phlegm and deodorize to dry dry "the excellent flower of dripping cigarettes and liquor, both dead and alive.

Wait a minute, if you look at it this way

Are all those viewers watching the live broadcast equivalent to observers? !

If the derivation continues according to this logic, then, the reason why Nightmare is a live broadcast room is not a choice, but a form that must be taken?

When Wen Jianyan's head was overwhelmed by the huge amount of information, the system's voice sounded again:

"In order to ensure the smooth progress of the follow-up, after forcibly stopping the observation, according to the calculation, we chose one of the most feasible and least difficult paths to continue walking, but the original box garden is always preserved."

Wen Jianyan quickly came back to her senses, with a stunned expression:

"So, you created a mirrored copy just to introduce me into the original Little Garden, then restart the live broadcast, and start observing the copy of Xingwang Hotel again?"

"Yes."

The voice was flat and straightforward.

"Then, what about the staff rest area that we entered earlier?" Wen Jianyan frowned and asked, "Isn't it also part of the original copy? Why didn't we get Hakoba to start running again when we entered it?"

"Yes and no."

It gives the same answer.

"Theoretically, it is indeed located in the small garden, but it is just a manufactured safe area, not in a critical position, and is wrapped in unobservable darkness, which cannot affect the internal operation of the small garden."

Wen Jianyan was stunned

No wonder the Xingwang Hotel he entered from the well was normal, while the staff rest area was closed and dark, and could only be illuminated by the manager's light. I am afraid it was some kind of nightmare in order to block the observation and maintain the stability of the key area of ​​Hakoniwa.

"Unfortunately, although the observation was resumed, due to your non-cooperation in the process, we not only did not cause any substantial changes in the end, but also lost the preservation of this important node."

After Wentongji Weiwei passed to the real [Miwang Hotel], Guanyuan restarted, Hanzi was opened, the cat was no longer in the state of the house of life and death, and the sub-body could no longer return to the original film. In the black box, the branches of reality are cut, and the branches that branch out are "he", "tou", "I'm going, sure.

Wen Jianyan suppressed the stormy waves in her heart, twitched the corners of her mouth, and said dryly:

"I see."

"Furthermore, regarding your life, in order to prove our sincerity—"

As the sound of the system sounded, a huge piece of parchment appeared out of thin air and slowly fell in front of Wen Jianyan. At the top, five words are written uprightly:

【Soul Contract】.

Below it is a dense line of small characters, filled with the so-called "contract content". Wen Jianyan took a rough look.

Each of them is extremely unequal, and it can be said that it is a modern slave contract.

His eyes fell to the bottom of the soul contract.

The position of the signatory, there are three words written crookedly: Wen Jianyan.

A brown-red mark was pressed upright on it, like coagulated blood.

""

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, but a storm surged in his heart.

It was indeed his own handwriting.

At the bottom of the densely packed small characters, a line of text slowly emerged.

[1011 Supplementary Terms: Party B assists Party A to completely remove the bug. After the removal, this contract will be terminated immediately and cannot be generated again. 】

"I wonder if you are satisfied?"

""

Wen Jianyan forcibly looked away from above and nodded stiffly.

A pen emerges.

Wen Jianyan grabbed the pen and signed his name in a smooth manner under the supplementary terms.

The pen and parchment are all gone.

"Because your actions have caused losses to the Mengmo live broadcast room, the notice issued for you in the live broadcast room is still in effect," the system repeated. "After three warnings, the agreement will be invalidated. I hope you can seize the opportunity and actively cooperate with bug removal."

"Of course I will."

Wen Jianyan recovered the ease just now, and smiled at the air.

The sound disappeared.

The sound of the pattering rain came to my ears again, and the underground became extraordinarily closed and dead.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised her hand and wiped her face vigorously.

The amount of information this time is a bit too large, and even now, he has not completely recovered.

However, now is not the time when he can sit down and sort out the clues little by little. Although he entered the former Hakoba before, the copy of [Xingwang Hotel] is still in progress and has not ended. In other words, he is still in the process of a dungeon, and he is far from relaxing.

Wen Jianyan turned on the phone and glanced at the slightly bright screen.

23:12

He gasped for breath and nearly stopped his heart.

Obviously, during the time he left, the mirror copy was still running, the second day was about to end, and it was about to enter the most critical third day——

The last dinner.

The creepy scene that I had seen in the corridor in the original copy flashed in my mind before, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but shiver from behind, and shivered subconsciously.

Wait a minute, the others—!

Wen Jianyan hurriedly opened the list and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, everyone is alive.

In fact, this was one of the reasons that prevented him from stabbing the knife just now.

If he really eliminates the bug completely, and is very lucky to be spared by the second dream, he successfully returns to the real world and asks for a luxurious and free cattle job - Jiuxian, other people know. Su Cheng, Huang Mao, Yun Bilan, Ji Guan, Chen Mo, Tangerine Candy, Bai Xue

Wen Jianyan does not consider herself to be a very selfless and dedicated person. He doesn't mind sacrificing the happiness of others for his own benefit.

However, he is not a cold-hearted bastard. In his indulgent laughing and lying career, in any case, there are still some moral bottom lines that are not very high.

At least, in any case, let those who handed over their future, hope, worship, trust, and even their life—whether intentionally or not, proactively or passively—to die to him, Wen Jianyan asked himself, still difficult to do

Therefore, he would rather give up the illusory opportunity that seemed to be able to "correct everything" and return to this quagmire.

In addition to rational considerations, he is equally selfish.

""

For some reason, a pale face flashed in my mind without warning.

Dark, water-like hair, lifeless, a sculptural face, and a chain like a tree growing in the body.

Wen Jianyan furrowed her brows as if she had been scalded.

Of course, not because of him.

It has absolutely nothing to do with him.

At most, it is just to pay off a debt owed.

After all, he did not expect that the guy would choose to compromise with the nightmare and fall asleep again for his life.

Wen Jianyan has always owed no one to each other, so naturally he would not stab his savior to death instead.

That's all.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to move his thoughts away from the guy, and looked back at the phone interface.

On the other hand, the black and red lines representing the turnover do not give way to each other, but, obviously, the turnover of the black side is more than theirs. The competition has reached a white-hot stage, and there is only one last dinner left, and the winner can be completely decided.

Wen Jianyan frowned.

He used his teeth and one hand to bandage the wound on his palm that was still dripping with blood, while thinking quickly in his mind.

However, it was less than an hour before the start of the dinner, and it was impossible for him to walk through the whole town, enter the store, and find—

He was startled.

Wait a moment.

Wen Jianyan touched her pocket with her uninjured hand.

The cold, porcelain-like mask fell in the palm of his hand, and in the dark well, there was an excessively pale light.

what.

Sure enough.

The corners of Wen Jianyan's mouth rose slightly.

This is the mask he bought with Ming coins in the real original copy, so although he left the street, the mask did not disappear. This is the real thing.

He lightly buckled the mask on his face, a pair of light-colored eyes shining behind the holes.

Of course, it is also an admission ticket to the upcoming banquet.

Time to get out of here and rejoin the game. Wen Jianyan raised her head and looked towards the narrow corner of the sky above the well.

However, the moment he raised his head, a corrupt and terrifying face flashed across the edge of his line of sight without warning.

"?!"

Wen Jianyan was so shocked that his breathing stopped, his hands and feet were cold, he took two steps back, and his back slammed into the wall of the well.

The calmness, cunning, decisiveness, and the complacency of finding the mask just now were all gone, leaving only full of panic.

Ahhh what? !

At the bottom of the well, a rotting corpse wearing an invisible color cloth was leaning on the wall of the well. The flesh and skin had already rotted away, and above the skull, there were only two black holes left.

""

Wen Jianyan's throat rolled with difficulty, clinging to the cold and wet stone wall behind her, nervously and fearfully looking at the terrifying corpse not far away.

dead, dead, right?

Must be dead, right?

In this case, it must be just an ordinary corpse——

"Chuckles". "Giggle."

The strange sound of bones rubbing against each other echoed in the dark and narrow well, which made the scalp numb and horrifying. The head of the corpse turned little by little, and the spine rubbed harshly.

slow, stiff,

Above the rotten head, the two dark eye sockets looked like a bottomless cave, silently staring in this direction.

telephone chain

Wen Jianyan's face turned white.

Ah, ah, ah, don't come here!