Doomsday bosses conferred gods in escape games

Chapter 59 The Lin family's old house 11
Song Yuan took a deep breath, full of pride like a strong man who will never return, and he still has a companion spirit.

He thought of something, his voice hesitated, "The newcomer—"

"Dong dong dong."

A knock on the door interrupted Song Yuan's words.Xiao Chongshan checked the time.

BJ time: 21:00
Song Yuan and Xiao Chongshan looked at each other, at this point, Song Yuan said loudly, "Who?"

A flattering voice sounded from outside.

"It's me, we got on and off the same train."

Song Yuan and Xiao Chongshan looked at each other.

Opening the door, there are several newcomers from S-397. Among them is a junior high school student who looks like he is still in school, and a middle-aged man who looks very smooth. Next to him is a nine-year-old man. The little girl, at a loss, followed behind the junior high school student, step by step.

Song Yuan: "Is there something wrong?"

Middle-aged man: "We have prepared a meal, do you want to eat together?"

Song Yuan glanced around and refused, "No need, we've already eaten." Song Yuan frowned, "I reminded you, don't wander around after nightfall, and stay inside the house honestly, otherwise no one will eat if something happens. Take care of you."

The middle-aged man quickly responded, then pushed the junior high school student and the nine-year-old girl, and smiled flatteringly, "Brother Song, they have talents, look——"

The brochure on the train has a brief introduction to companion spirits and innate abilities, but they are all relatively brief.Song Yuan gave them a brief science popularization. At that time, no one made a sound, and now two more suddenly appeared...

Song Yuan can also understand.

Middle-aged man, "Look—"

Song Yuan glanced at Xiao Chongshan. In fact, Xiao Chongshan has not formally dealt with the newcomers until now. In principle, as long as these newcomers live to the end of the dungeon and do not transfer trains, as the conductor of the train, they are under their own jurisdiction. of.

Xiao Chongshan thought for a moment. He planned to gather the remaining newcomers after the dungeon was over. Now...

It's okay to be a little early.

Maybe, some good seedlings can be found among the newcomers?

Xiao Chongshan's eyes fell on the junior high school student. The other party was wearing a blue and white school uniform, which made Xiao Chongshan a little more tolerant. Children, students, and flower growers have always been synonymous with hope.

"Get people together."

The middle-aged man was very happy, "Okay. I'll go and tell them to gather together." He pushed the junior high school student and the little girl towards Song Yuan, and ran quickly.

Song Yuan looked at Xiao Chongshan, not understanding why Xiao Chongshan suddenly changed his mind: "Brother Xiao?"

Xiao Chongshan didn't speak, but looked at the junior high school student.

"My name is Lin Zizhou, my natural ability is mind control, IQ test is 280, and I am currently studying for a doctorate in machinery and power and energy and application at B University.

I have participated in research projects at the national first-level confidentiality level, and published two papers on NS, both of which were completed independently by me. "The young male duck paused, looked at Xiao Chongshan, without any stage fright, "You are very strong, I recognize you. "

Song Yuan: "..." A sudden sense of crisis.

Xiao Chongshan: "Are you surrendering?"

Lin Zizhou put on a straight face, like a little old man doing research, with a maturity that doesn't match his age on his youthful face, he calmly said: "I will let you see my strength."

The words are full of calmness.

Lin Zizhou knew his strength.

Song Yuan: "..."

Song Yuan, who had listened to the whole process, was a good guy. He thought this little kid was just a junior high school student who needed to be cared for, but he turned out to be a hidden IQ genius, or a rare researcher. Listen to this information... Song Yuan Thinking about my academic qualifications again, it seems... not very good at playing.

Song Yuan wiped his face and suddenly felt a sense of crisis.He suddenly rejoiced that he and this seemingly mediocre junior high school student who actually took the "high IQ young genius" research-oriented technical talent did not take the same route.

Song Yuan is very clear about his position - the team's logistics steward and also responsible for external communication.

"Here, even a high IQ may not guarantee survival." Xiao Chongshan hit the nail on the head.

Lin Zizhou widened his eyes.

He is a technical talent, so what does it matter to him if he is a reckless fighter who shouts and kills?Shouldn't they be protecting him?

Even Song Yuan could see what Lin Zizhou was thinking, he suddenly became angry, but somehow he found it funny.

Although Lin Zizhou is a research-oriented technical talent, he is still young after all.And probably because of my talent and strength, my life has been relatively smooth, and I have not received severe beatings from society.

What's more, it's the first time to enter the dungeon, and I haven't received any social beatings in reality, let alone in the dungeon.

Song Yuan reminded him maliciously, "It's difficult for everyone to survive here, let alone protect you, and we didn't enter the dungeon to do research.

We pass the dungeon just to get to the end and go home. Everyone's purpose is to stay alive. Your research is actually of little use to us. "

"Who said that, nonsense, what I made is useful." Lin Zizhou's eyes widened, and he retorted angrily, with less old-fashioned air and more youthful feeling.

Song Yuan waved his hand.

"The premise is that you can live, and you have the opportunity to make those research results. But without life, you can't do anything.

Here, what matters is strength, not research, or how many papers you have won, or what high-level confidential projects you have done.Even if you are useful, if you can't live, you can't live. Those researches are only treasures in one field, but in another field, they may be worthless. Unfortunately, this is the case for you now.

Those proud capitals are worthless here and now. "

Song Yuan cruelly reminded him of this reality.

"It's night, and soon you'll see the cruelty of the world. What you know won't save your life."

Lin Zizhou was taken aback by what he said.

Now Song Yuan gave him a severe beating from the society, allowing him to know the new world, a strange world where no one would please him.

Lin Zizhou is not an idiot, Song Yuan made him understand this strange dungeon world clearly, he pursed his lips, "Are those things you said ghosts? The end of science is metaphysics..."

Song Yuan: "..." He had a headache.

He really knows nothing about research!What theology, metaphysics, science...

Song Yuan just wanted to say, don't beat me up.

Song Yuan took a deep breath and organized his words, "In short, there are ghosts. Those things only want to kill you, no matter what kind of researcher you are, or someone with a high IQ, they just want to kill you. Get rid of you, understand."

Song Yuan said simply and rudely, a little broken, his expression was slightly distorted and a bit ferocious, and the nine-year-old girl next to him stepped back a few steps in fright.

(End of this chapter)