After I became the infinite flow boss

It looks like just an ordinary TV picture. Is their performance a bit exaggerated? Even if it contains information about spiritual pollution, being invaded so easily is still not enough testing.

However, it may be that they are "empathic" and therefore are contaminated. If you are unable to empathize, you must not be able to understand their feelings.

Bei Heng approached the TV and patted Moss on the shoulder with one hand. Moss was startled immediately and woke up from a dream.

"Have you seen it? Then organize a few people with strong mental resistance to conduct a unified search for the spread of various media."

Moss paused and immediately said, "Yes!" Then he turned around and ran away.

Bei Heng then grabbed the player who had previously claimed to be a hacker or hacker from the crowd outside, and asked directly: "Then, do you have a public opinion monitoring system?"

One of the players wearing a peaked cap secretly raised his head and said: "I...actually I was bragging a little bit before. We can only hack some terminals. It's too much to say that we can hack all terminals."

Another girl in yellow clothes said: "We didn't think of establishing a public opinion monitoring system before, and we didn't think it was necessary, so we didn't."

Then, like a relay, seven or eight of them talked about the difficulties in establishing this system and the limits of their current capabilities.

Then as they talked, they became less and less afraid to look up at Bei Heng. In the end, there was a row of people huddled there, trembling as if they were waiting for defeat.

Bei Heng's eyes were indeed becoming more and more terrifying, with a suffocating majesty in his silence.

Finally, a middle-aged man in a white shirt stood up and said seriously: "Hey, how can you just talk about the difficulties? Since Brother Muir asked about the public opinion monitoring system, they want us to build one immediately! Is it difficult? Why? Isn’t it a topic that should be discussed? The problem is how to establish it! If you understand, hurry up and take action!”

When the people in front heard this, they immediately cheered up and responded quickly: "Yes, you are right!"

Seeing that they were not hopeless, Bei Heng reminded: "The next step will be the time for the 'meme game', so you must build the most basic things as the basis for the next strategy."

Everyone suddenly realized, their eyes gradually brightened, and their minds that had been polluted by the game world recovered.

"Ah, I'm sorry, can I ask a question?" A puzzled player in the crowd couldn't help but ask.

"ask."

“What is the meme game?”

The player's question attracted a lot of shocked looks. There are still people these days who don't know about the meme game. It's such an antique.

"Meme, the basic unit of cultural transmission, is a unit that describes the energy contained in a specific piece of information. It is similar to objective physical units such as volume and mass. However, it measures the inherent energy of a piece of information."

"What is the inner energy of intelligence?"

The girl in yellow clothes explained: "In layman's terms, it is persuasiveness. It is reflected in the specific communication process, the influence of an intelligence on the public. What is the influence of intelligence on the public? For example, a certain joke is composed by a People publish it, and millions of people imitate it Learning, this is influence. How to measure influence? For two jokes, the first joke is imitated by millions of people, and the second joke is imitated by tens of millions of people. Then take one person to be equal to one unit, and the model of the first joke is Because the intensity is at the million level, and the second one is at the tens of millions level.”

After listening to this passage, players who didn't understand it before basically understood it.

"Is it an advanced version of intelligence warfare?"

"From the perspective of intelligence warfare moving from form to content, it can indeed be understood this way." The middle-aged player in the white shirt said.

"That's... a content war?!" Several players showed shocked expressions.

No, the content... can this also be used as a game? The game form of [God War] is too unconventional. If you think about it carefully, several of them are normal infinite games.

"Don't be so surprised. Didn't Juan'er tell us that this is possible before coming here? You didn't listen carefully, right?"

"Ah, no, I listened very carefully at that time... Hey, why did I forget it in the game?"

"Stop talking about this, act quickly!" the middle-aged player roared.

"Yes!" He said, and quickly ran to the control room.

Bei Heng no longer cared about them and looked back at the other people in the room.

Everyone his eyes passed by felt their hearts tremble and their hair stood on end. A new "person" in Beiheng suddenly became the leader among them, but they did not doubt it at all and completely accepted it.

This is because the "faith" that has been implanted in the heart is expressed when facing the right person.

Once that faith takes root, its power is unshakable and will even continue to grow over time. Faith will never let down living beings, but only if their faith really corresponds to gods and not to other alien beings.

At this time, several players who were affected by the TV also stopped copying and looked at Bei Heng.

Bei Heng scanned their faces one by one and wrote down all their past experiences, soul essence information, and game characters.

Then, he said: "Change to a bigger place, I want to see all of you."

Everyone was stunned at first, and then said in unison: "Yes!" After saying that, they ran away in a hurry, running around to tell each other. Except for those who couldn't leave their posts, basically everyone came to the underground hall.

This is usually where the Black Dragon Group organizes all its members. The space is large and can accommodate about 3,000 people, which is more than enough for meetings.

Most people rushed over, not knowing what was going on, and looked at each other in bewilderment when they arrived at the scene.

According to rough statistics, the average degree of pollution by the NPC personality is 50, and the median is 60, which is quite serious, but better than the players outside, thanks to the mental protection work arranged in advance by Mo Sui and others.

But objectively, it is more convenient to treat them as NPCs than as players.

So, this time, I want to think about how to arrange the victory of the game from the so-called □□ perspective. Bei Heng thought about it and thought this might be the first time.

Several players who looked like cadres stabilized the order on the scene and called out: "Comrades, be quiet! We have to reorganize and aim to kill all other players and win the game!"

"Okay! Wait now!" Many people were excited about this.

They had just received the division of labor notice from above, and many of them were still confused. It was time for a unified meeting.

Bei Heng leaned against the wall in silence. While they were still waiting to start, he finished his observation and collected all the intelligence he had planned to collect in advance.

He conveyed the information that needed to be notified to the player who had the talent for public speaking. The player was also the leader of the Black Dragon Group, and it was perfect for this role.

Then, as soon as the information was received, the leader quickly digested it and conveyed it to everyone.

But this was not enough. If so much information was suddenly said, most people would not be able to accept it, so it was necessary to express it more simply and intuitively, and prepare materials that were easy to remember.

So, the projection was lit up behind the leader, and the cadres issued the action minutes to them according to the arranged division of labor, and even marked the key points.

Almost everything about improving organization was prepared in advance, and the details were so detailed that many players felt incredible.

If it were not for someone with extremely rich organizational experience, I am afraid that these details would really not be thought of. After they heard that this was all arranged temporarily, they showed an incredible expression. In comparison, what have they been doing for more than ten days, playing in the mud? It's too useless.

"My God, this action guide is so detailed... It's basically an instruction manual, right?"

"Help, I'm still trying to figure out the rules of the game, but others have already written a book, how can I survive like this?"

"Calm down! The stronger your companions, the better. Fortunately, our companions are so strong."

Many players were really dumbfounded and couldn't calm down for a while.

It is estimated that it will take them about five minutes to digest it. Bei Heng still doesn't care what they think specifically. The process is not important, just need to guide them to a consistent result.

During this period, Bei Heng flipped through the investigation report on the game by their intelligence personnel so far. Most of the content in it is consistent with his observations. The problem lies in the blank unknown part.

As far as Bei Heng knows, the most suitable player to play this [Warm and Sweet World] is Juan'er, but Juan'er is not here. But it doesn't matter, Juan'er's wisdom is already here. Bei Heng reads books too fast, and he saw the last page in a few minutes.

At the same time, everyone in the underground hall was divided into teams according to the arrangement.

The front row is full of players with better images. At first glance, it is a group of handsome men and beautiful women, which is particularly intuitive. The second row was a group of players who seemed to be more talkative. Some of them were recognized as talented, or they were bored and practiced some skills.

This classification method was not known to them at all, so they were also very shocked. They felt like they were being seen through by something. It was a bit scary, but not uneasy. Because that sight had no special meaning, it was extremely indifferent and looked at everything fairly. Even if you want it to stay for one more second, it must be extremely difficult.

"In general, we are going to start the "meme" war. Everyone should be mentally prepared, so take your positions and get ready to start." The leader of the Black Dragon Group announced solemnly.

He was answered by the affirmation of the whole audience.

"The resource development team will go out first, while not many players have noticed the change in the situation." The leader ordered.

"Yes!"

A few minutes later, the players in the hall withdrew one after another. Some people started to acquire physical stores, and some people started to occupy the media. A cognitive conquest involving all channels began.

When Moss and other behind-the-scenes team members came to the hall to understand the situation, everything was on track. Everyone was busy. Under the high pressure of life and death, everyone had to work hard.

When the team leader saw Moss and others, he immediately handed them a few books and said, "Your next job is here."

"Fuck... do you have to be so efficient?" Moss was panicked.

"Haha, if the enemy is willing to wait for us." The team leader smiled, and then said seriously: "It has to be as soon as possible, while everything is still in time, you don't want to disappoint that person."

Moss was immediately stunned and replied: "That's a must."

After saying that, he also sighed in his heart that the team leader is worthy of being the Olympus Union staff who claims to be an expert in unrestricted warfare. He is so good at playing media that he can understand it at once.

Wait, Moss suddenly remembered something and turned his head to look at the hall.

"Why don't you see Brother Muir?"

"Now that you say that..." The team leader was also stunned, and there was no one to be seen anywhere.

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At the same time, in the dark corridor near the hall.

"Mother... don't you think it's a foul for you to participate in the game?"

Head tilted his head, his dark gold eyes shone clearly in the darkness, and his expression was slightly resentful.