Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

"Struggling to survive in the greenhouse of sin, using life and humanity to compose a kind of sad song, and I, as the gatekeeper, represent 'he', to you, to old friends,"

When it came to this, it closed its eyes, showing a look immersed in happiness.

A puppet so terrifying like Annabelle shows this innocent girl's expression, and it's like Xiong Xiong Er hugging Big Big Wolf and acting like a spoiled brat - in the eyes of others, it's a weird smile so terrifying.

"My sincerest congratulations—"

Saying that, it took off its hat again to salute Lin Huai, snapped its fingers, and disappeared into the darkness.

At the same time, the cold voice of the system sounded in everyone's mind.

"The game will officially start in five minutes. Worldview data will now be transmitted for all participants—three, two, one—"

"Intermediate Field Mission: Civilized World, open. Examiner: Freddie the disguised doll."

"Task content: Get as many voting tickets as possible within a month, and get the top four qualifications. At the same time, fill up 70% of the reputation value progress bar to meet the survival conditions. The reputation value system will be opened later."

Following the sound of the system, Lin Huai opened his eyes. What reappeared in the field of vision, in addition to the familiar corridor, was a strange blank progress bar in the upper right corner of the field of vision. The cursor symbolizing progress is staying at the zero point on the far left, and to the right is the full grid marked with a green "100".

"The first day of the exhibition will start in an hour, please be prepared."

"Being a good person will help increase the green reputation value, on the contrary, it will reduce the green reputation value..." Fatty murmured the introduction of the reputation value system and looked out the glass window.

I saw a blank progress bar above the heads of the other players, just like him, and the values ​​all stayed at the "0" position. And other NPCs sitting in glass cabinets also have the same progress bar on their heads. They have more or less green on their progress bar, some 5, some 10.

"Fill up the progress bar, do good deeds..." Fatty was a little confused, "What is a good person?"

"What exactly is this reputation value..." The white-collar workers were puzzled, "Do you mean to understand the system?"

Saying that, he looked at the crowd. I saw a few other people shaking their heads blankly.

"...It's really confusing." The fat man complained, "Accumulating fame points? How to accumulate them? Do you dance in a glass cabinet? Performing talents? There is also a elimination system, which makes your scalp numb... What is this, the death version 101 if you don't debut?"

He told a very cold joke, but no one responded.

After a long while, Zhao Jingtian said coldly, "There are only four people in the top four."

Saying that, he glanced at Lin Huai.

"..."

No one spoke for a while. After a long while, the Sunflower girl smiled softly: "And we have seven players."

"Three people." Her beautiful eyes blinked, "There are three people who will be eliminated. I wonder who these three people will be?"

After saying what seemed like a question, she walked briskly and walked around the room a few times humming a song.

"Who knows." Lin Huai also smiled and shrugged, "This kind of thing is like returning to the scene with skin, you can't know the result until the last moment... But, I'm really upset..."

"Brother Lin, what's the matter?" Lu Xiaotian asked.

"To actually dye the thing above my head green." Lin Huai pointed to the progress bar above his head, "I hate green..."

"That's not the point!! The point is the content of the game!" Fatty complained, "Damn, I haven't been elected as a class cadre since I was a child, and now I still want to make popular pk..."

Saying that, he sat down on the ground dejectedly, hugging his weak, fat and helpless self. Seeing how sad he was, Lin Huai squatted beside him kindly and knocked on the glass.

"Actually, you don't need to be so sad." Lin Huai said.

"How can I not be sad! You are either handsome or beautiful, you can sing, dance, rap and play games..." Fatty said angrily, "Damn..."

"At least one good thing happened." Lin Huai said.

"What good thing?"

The fat man stuck his head out. I saw Lin Huai saying word by word: "At least your two bodyguards didn't follow up. If they follow up, your ranking will drop by two again."

Fat man:  …

Lin Huai: "Don't worry, when life closes a door for you, it always opens a window."

The fat man said with a sad face: "I just feel that life has blocked my doors and windows, opened a chimney, and stuffed me into the chimney..."

His comfort made Fatty even more disappointed, and Lin Huai felt that he seemed to have done something wrong. He returned to the corner to rest temporarily, Lu Xiaotian looked at the people who were resting in their respective places, and sneaked up to Lin Huai's side.

"Brother Lin." He asked mysteriously, "Brother Lin, what did the puppet say to you just now?"

Lin Huai raised one eyelid, Lu Xiaotian scratched his head, and the boy's eyes flashed with vitality. He laughed twice and said coquettishly, "Just tell me, I promise not to."

Lin Huai said, "Do you really want to hear it?"

Lu Xiaotian: "Yeah!"

Lin Huai looked at the person next to him and hooked his index finger: "Come here."

Lu Xiaotian crawled over obediently. Seeing him approaching, Lin Huai whispered in his ear, "Call Dad."

"what?"

Lu Xiaotian began to doubt his ears. He couldn't help laughing and crying: "Brother, stop joking. Seriously."

Lin Huai: "Call Dad."

Lu Xiaotian: ...

After holding back for a long time, his desire for knowledge finally overcame his shame. For a long time, he said awkwardly, "Dad."

Lin Huai: "Be good."

After saying this, Lin Huai tilted his head and fell asleep.

"Hey, hey—" Lu Xiaotian became anxious, "what if you told me to call my father? What about you? You liar—"

Just as he shouted, there were footsteps outside the wooden door in the corridor.

"...Master, the works brought by the doctor have all been placed in this exhibition hall." A man said, pushing open the wooden door, "After the long journey, their mental state was indeed a little sluggish at first - but You can rest assured that after two days of recuperation, they are completely suitable to be exhibited. The ticket price of the 'Eden' Pavilion has also jumped to 200 stars per piece—"

"Very well, this exhibition will last for three months." The middle-aged man said, "During this period, I don't want any mistakes to happen, you know?"

"Of course." The man laughed with yellow teeth, "You know, the tickets for the Greenhouse Capital Museum have been out of stock for a long time, and everyone is addicted to the Internet and doesn't like to go out - this time, in order to participate in this feast, one or two All of them came over. We also opened an online live channel, recharged VIP tickets, and of course, one online ticket is only half of the ticket here - these are all thanks to the help of Dr. Lucier..."

"I'm just practicing my philosophy." Another man said, "I've always tried to make society accept the existence of potential criminals..."

Several people walked into the exhibition hall while talking.

The person in the lead was exactly the same as the person Lin Huai had seen in the pictorial, with green eyes, brown hair, and golden glasses shining with wisdom. What attracted Lin Huai more than his outstanding appearance was the progress bar on top of his head that was almost completely dyed green.

99 - there are 99!

And the assistant wearing a mask beside him had a progress bar of only 60 on his head. The museum staff who led them, the green bar above their heads, were a measly 30. Under his guidance, Dr. Lucier inspected all his creations with his hands behind his back. He carefully observed the state of the exhibits in the glass cabinets one by one, as if they were some golden modernist oil paintings.

As he approached, almost all the sluggish exhibits showed a flinching look.

This group of people has a natural and high-minded attitude when facing the display in the glass cabinet. They looked at the people in the glass cases like they were looking at some lower creature. Lucier knocked on this cabinet and then on that cabinet, and when passing by No. 91, a mutation happened.

Lying in showcase No. 91 was a girl with red hair. She had just sat sluggishly on the bed, holding a doll in her hand.

Red hair is often seen as short-tempered, so it's no surprise that even though this girl is very delicate, she's seen as a potential criminal. Her eyes were so dull, as if nothing could arouse her interest in the world. Lucier squatted down and looked at her for a while, then suddenly asked the person next to him, "Where's her sister? I remember it's a pair of twins."

"Her sister jumped off the building because of a nervous breakdown during therapy," said the secretary next to her. "The new intern accidentally cranked up the current of aversion therapy—"

"Ahhh-"

There was a sudden scream from room 91. The originally well-behaved and helpless girl still opened the doll in her hand at that moment and threw herself in front of the glass. She seemed to hear something that stimulated her, and the originally chaotic spirit became frantic.

That extremely aggressive gesture startled everyone in front of the glass. "Shock!" shouted the secretary. "Shock her!"

A strong current started from the collar, traveled up the nerves, and reached the girl's brain. She whimpered, fell to the ground and twitched, and the tattered doll fell at her feet.

The director and others who were almost attacked were still in shock, but Dr. Lucier seemed to be used to such scenes and was not surprised at all: "Another mentally unstable failure, let's get rid of her."

Saying that, he clapped his palms.

The guards nodded knowingly, opened the glass window, and dragged out the girl who fell inside. However, at this moment, deep in the corridor, there was a sudden loud noise.

Bang, bang, bang.

The vibration was mixed with a strange cracking sound, and everyone looked at each other and stopped their movements. The curator and others motioned for everyone to put the girl back in the cage, closed the glass door, and hurried to the depths of the corridor.

"What's going on?" the curator asked the guard. "Aren't we using the best shockproof glass?"

"I don't know, Curator, that glass is bulletproof. The latest model, even if a dozen ak47s hit it, won't leave any traces..." The guard wiped his sweat.

The electronic alarm sound showed that the sound came from No. 81. It didn't take them long to get to where the accident happened, and they were relieved to see the glass intact.

"Fuck you..." The guard was about to swear, but was stopped by Dr. Lucier.

81 Beside the glass of the glass room, sat a pale and frail but handsome young man. With one leg crossed and the other bent in front, he saw the crowd coming, grinned and smiled recklessly at them.