After I became the infinite flow boss

After returning from the virtual world, Beiheng discussed with System 001 again.

"Do you have any intelligence updates here?"

"According to our latest investigation, the main effect of the "Lord God's Left Eye" is on the spiritual level. The experience of the player you heard about in the virtual world does exist. It has a high probability of manipulating the spirit and awakening and tampering with memory. Copy [ [Quiet City] Under its assimilation, it is likely to cause pollution to people’s spirit from the beginning.”

So that’s the case. If that’s the case, it would be more beneficial to oneself.

Bei Heng was thinking that a united player union would be quite detrimental to him, but what would happen if Zuotong's mental pollution was more serious than expected, for example, all the players who entered would lose their memory as players? ? They would even forget about the guild they belong to, and get mixed up with NPCs, forgetting everything, right?

This is a relatively optimistic idea, but it can predict something.

And his own advantages also came out at the same time. Bei Heng can control the will of everyone in the consciousness space. In other words, before sending 11 players into the dungeon, he can perform mental operations and psychological hints in advance, so that they will remember him even when they arrive in [Blue City] task.

"Left Eye of the Lord God" is indeed terrifying, but it should not affect the deepest spiritual structure of a person. Beiheng can even create a superficial personality for the player out of thin air to deal with the spirit of "The Left Eye of the Lord God" pollute.

There is always a method. Beiheng confirmed with System 001 what he had just done.

"With the current power of the "Lord God's Left Eye", it should not be able to affect the deep spirit. According to the results of our preliminary investigation, its current liberation level is still 3."

"Okay." Bei Heng understood. He thought at the same time that the players on the opposite side had probably thought of the method he was thinking of now, but unlike them, his advantage was that he could be sure of something in advance, while they could only speculate based on it. Get ready.

Either an overestimation or an underestimation. In any case, this intelligence gap will waste a considerable amount of their resources.

"This mission is different from the previous two. We will provide you with corresponding help during the mission. However, we cannot guarantee that our help will be absolutely in place. We hope for your understanding."

"Then please tell me the players' intelligence profile by the way. I need to know what information they have."

System 001 immediately said, "Currently, most of the players in plane No. 049 only know the information about the original [Strange City]. A few players know the possible effects of "Left Eye of the Lord God". They cannot verify it and can only know it through some reasoning. It is related to the spirit, and the very few players who have black leather notebooks in their hands know better. They know that the "Left Eye of the Lord God" may reshape the spirits of all players."

It was pretty much what Bei Heng expected, so Bei Heng asked, "Speaking of which, what is the situation with those black notebooks, why did they appear, and who made them appear."

Previously, Liu Ming and others unexpectedly obtained a prop that allowed them to bypass screening and pass directly to [Shock Town]. Behind these things, it is difficult not to think that there is another plan of some existence. Bei Heng thought it was done by the Infinite System. Yes, now it seems that it is not.

"About the Black Notes, we don't have exact information yet, so I'm very sorry."

Sure enough, Bei Heng let this matter go for the time being.

The basic intelligence work is almost done, and now comes the issue of decks.

Beiheng projected the white building and looked at the original players active inside. He roughly thought of 10 people suitable to participate.

The main tags of the original copy of [Strange City] are horror, suspense and blood. First of all, it is for players with high intelligence, strong spirit, and basic values ​​of force that can reach the ceiling under the restrictions of the copy.

If you just look at the numerical value and recent personal performance, it is not difficult to select the corresponding player, but in addition, Beiheng also took other factors into consideration.

I hope these ten people can achieve their expectations.

Bei Heng then made preparations in the consciousness space for several days, and only a few minutes passed compared to the outside world.

After he prepared a few back-ups, System 001 notified that the number of players in [Blue and Strange City] was about to reach its full limit, with only a dozen or so players left, and a copy could be opened at any time.

Bei Heng nodded and summoned the glutinous rice balls and blue butterflies.

The glutinous rice ball shook its head and rolled in the air. Its light was brighter than before.

The blue butterfly still likes to circle around Beiheng. It seems to like gorgeous things very much, and it had a dispute with the simple glutinous rice balls.

It was okay that Blue Butterfly made Bei Heng a doll-like body before. Later, it increased its efforts and added a lot of things to the doll when Bei Heng was not paying attention, including but not limited to earrings and other various things. The jewelry, if it were human, would probably be a designer or something, and it seemed like it was thinking about these things all the time.

As a result, the glutinous rice ball had a fight with the blue butterfly. It strongly demanded that the complex be simplified and not be so complicated.

Although Bei Heng could not understand the content of the exchange between them, he could infer a general idea from the results. It seemed that they had great opinions on the matter of going to [Blue and Strange City] this time, and seemed to be very hostile to those who theoretically have the same origin as them. 's left pupil.

However, they seemed to understand that Beiheng had to do this now.

Nuomi Tuan and Blue Butterfly stood on the same front this time, expressing to Bei Heng through various means that they would also try their best to deal with the left pupil.

They can be said to be Bei Heng's strongest cards. With them, Bei Heng has more confidence in [Dark Blue Strange City].

"If you really collect 11 props, is it possible to summon the main god?" Bei Heng asked a relatively distant question. He didn't think much about it before, because it was too far away for him now.

Glutinous rice balls and blue butterflies tilted their heads at the same time, as if they didn't understand what Bei Heng was saying.

Sometimes there is an insurmountable gap between the communication between him and them. I hope that the left pupil who appears next can be a little friendlier, Bei Heng thought.

"Almost."

Bei Heng waited for the start of the copy.

Finally, the 10,000 players of [Dark Blue Strange City] were announced to be all present, and the game icon was activated, like a whirlpool, dragging the corresponding player's spirit into it.

The practice was extremely rough, and the onlookers such as System 001 smiled bitterly. They could only say that this was simply differential treatment.

At the same time, the live broadcast room of [Dark Blue Strange City] was also opened.

Unlike in the past, this type of large-scale dungeon with tens of thousands of people will be fixed on a few players and switch back and forth. When one of them dies or is completely wiped out, the camera will be fixed on other players until there are no more players to be fixed on.

Generally speaking, few people will watch the live broadcast of this type of dungeon because it takes a long time and is easy to get bored. Unless they are collecting dungeon information, people will not be very serious.

"What kind of dungeon will [Dark Blue Ghost City] be?"

The players who gave up participating and chose to watch gathered in the live broadcast room. The number of viewers in the live broadcast room soared to more than 10 million, which is equivalent to more than half of the players who stayed in the virtual world in the plane number 049 are watching the live broadcast, which is almost unprecedented.

I saw that the dungeon screen gradually appeared.

The east was white, the morning light was dim, and the floating clouds were hanging high in the gray sky. At the junction of heaven and earth, a faint dark blue spread out, and the eight giant cities gradually revealed their huge bodies.

"Does it feel like [Ghost City] is bigger than before?"

"Damn, it's a good thing I didn't go there, this city must be a place where people eat people!"

"Hahaha, anyway, this is too outrageous, it's just a city"

A bunch of meaningless discussions flashed across the comment area.

At this time.

In the seventh satellite city of [Ghost City], in an apartment building in the far suburbs, on the eighth floor, in a three-bedroom, one-living-room house.

A man opened his eyes in the shadows.

"..."

His eyes seemed a little unusual. Although both pupils were blue, the left pupil was obviously lighter in color. The glimmer of morning light shone through the curtains, and his left pupil seemed to glow slightly, which was particularly bright in the gray space.

If there were outsiders, they might mistake it for a sapphire with excellent color, very beautiful, but the beauty seemed to be only on the surface. The depths of the sapphire hid a more deadly color, dark and deep, like the color of an evil pool deep in a dangerous jungle.

In addition, the man's left hand was also glowing in the gloom, or more precisely, the two rings on his left ring and middle finger.

Both rings were gray and looked very ordinary. One had a butterfly pattern on it, sometimes glowing blue, and the other had a circular pattern on it, sometimes glowing white.

The man had just woken up from a dream and seemed a little confused. His mind was blank, and he always felt that he had forgotten something very important.

He raised his head, because he fell asleep on the desk yesterday, and now he could see the outside world between the gaps in the curtains.

It was not yet 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was still early for work. He stood up and opened the curtains to let the morning light shine into the room completely.

The gray space was illuminated, and he saw the overall layout of his room, a bed, a pillow neatly arranged, and a large wardrobe with shirts and trousers of almost the same style hanging on it. They were all standard commuter suits in Satellite City No. 7, without much fancy, which showed that the owner was a rather indifferent person.

His desk was against the wall, and he could just see the scene outside the window and downstairs when he stood up.

A car drove into his neighborhood early in the morning, and the person who came didn't look like a resident of the neighborhood.

The man turned around and looked outside the bedroom. It seemed that he didn't close the bedroom door yesterday.

He saw that there seemed to be a faint light in the living room. He walked in and found that the TV he turned on yesterday was still broadcasting. Now it was almost the turn of the morning news column, and some small advertisements were inserted.

Is today a working day? The man thought about it and remembered that today was Saturday, a rare day off. He could rest at home at will, or go out for a walk, buy something, and relax.

The man's thinking became clearer. He remembered his name in his memory. His name was Bei Heng.

"What did I do at this time on weekends in the past." Bei Heng recalled, looking at the kitchen next door.

He lives alone. There will be no other people in the house except him. A person's life is not much colored, so there are no extra things in his room. The overall layout is simple and the objects are placed properly.

It seems that my life is rather monotonous and I have no interest in it, Bei Heng thought with some regret.

Although he had no appetite yet, he still walked towards the kitchen.

The tables and chairs in the kitchen were arranged very neatly. He seemed to be particular about geometric shapes and angles. The chairs were placed almost completely parallel to the table, and the various things on the table were also arranged very neatly.

It seems that I have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness. Bei Heng nodded, and his impression of himself became more specific.

There is a freezer on the right side of the kitchen.

Bei Heng opened it and saw that the upper layer was filled with various wines, the middle layer was filled with some brewing things, and the lower layer was filled with... various knives.

They reflected cold light under the light and were very sharp. Just looking at their tips, he felt as if he would be cut. Bei Heng noticed that the luster of one of the medium-sized fruit knives was brighter than the other knives. Maybe he had used it last night.

It seems that I had a special hobby for knives before. Maybe I like cooking.

Bei Heng thought about it and looked at the next door.

There is a small household incinerator on the left side of the kitchen. I seem to often burn paper scraps or clothes in it. There are still some ashes left in it. Ordinary people should not have such things in their homes. Maybe I am a little different from ordinary people.

Bei Heng turned around and looked at the balcony. There were some potted plants on the balcony. From Bei Heng's perspective, the purple-blue flower vines looked very beautiful. It seems that I am not too monotonous. I can still create fun in life.

Bei Heng had a better understanding of himself. He walked back to the living room and accidentally glanced at the business card box on the cabinet next to the TV. He went over and took a look. It turned out that his name was Zhou Hengshan, who sounded like a good person.

"But why do I feel something is wrong?" He remembered that his name should be Bei Heng, not Zhou Hengshan. Did he change his name before, or Bei Heng was his nickname and Zhou Hengshan was his official name?

There was still a blank space in Bei Heng's mind, where some voices echoed, as if someone was calling him and urging him.

"I seem to have forgotten something very important, but I am just an ordinary office worker who works from nine to five and occasionally works overtime. How could I forget something very important?"

In theory, his daily life is to go to get off work, eat and sleep, and he won't do anything else. And recently, it becomes more terrible when it gets dark outside.

Bei Heng recalled his daily life calmly. He put down the business card and stood up. He passed by his coat rack, but didn't pay much attention to the clothes he hung on the coat rack.

There was a black coat hanging on it, about one meter long, with leather on the outside and cotton on the inside, of good quality. It looked normal, and if you ignored the bloodstains on its cuffs, it was indeed normal.

Bei Heng took out a mirror from the cabinet and observed his appearance.

The person in the mirror looked ordinary, but the color of his eyes seemed a little special.

Bei Heng thought about it, put the mirror back, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

At this time, the TV news that was broadcast on time at 7 o'clock in the morning had begun.

A professional reporter in his thirties or forties appeared on the right side of the screen, reporting yesterday's major news events in a clean and mechanical voice.

"At 19:23 on the evening of the 13th, twelve people died mysteriously in Wanfu Community in the southwest corner of Satellite City No. 1. The Defense Department named the incident the 'Flower Vine Murder Case'. According to eyewitnesses at the scene, the twelve dead were planted in the soil in the shape of flower vines, with dark blue skin and three-meter-long flowers on their heads. Their deaths were bizarre. The Defense Department has not yet found out the identities of the dead. The deputy chief said in the middle of the night that the twelve dead were not residents of Eden City according to investigations, and their physiological structures were not like humans. There is still no obvious progress in this mystery."

"Same At 21:12 that evening, seven people died mysteriously in Jiaxi Community in the northeast corner of Satellite City No. 2. The Defense Department named the incident the "Table and Chair Murder Case." According to eyewitnesses, the seven dead had "ghost horns" growing on their heads, their hands and feet were more than two meters long, and they looked like mutant creatures. The Defense Department called them polluters. The bodies of the seven people were neatly arranged in the shape of tables and chairs in front of the Art Park. The scene was horrifying. A well-known profiler said that the murderer seemed to have an extraordinary understanding of the human body and had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. This mystery is still unsolved. Significant progress. "

"At 23:34 on the same night, 20 people died bizarrely in Meili Community, southwest of Satellite City No. 3. The Defense Department named the incident as the "Knife Holdup Murder Case". On the day of the murder, 15 residents of the community witnessed the murder scene and suffered severe mental shock. They were unable to describe the crime scene. A special psychotherapist has been sent to treat them. According to the later on-site analysis, all 20 dead people had serious knife wounds and their limbs were separated into strange geometric shapes. Folklore experts said that the geometric shapes came from ancient vicious totems to summon demons. This statement has been denied by the Defense Department, which is still investigating. "

"At 0:12 on the 14th, Satellite City No. 4-"

"At 1:56 on the 14th, Satellite City No. 5-"

"At 3:04 on the 14th, Satellite City No. 6-"

The reporter reported six bizarre murders in a row, and even the highest psychological quality was affected. At this time, her face was pale and her voice was a little trembling, not as mechanical as before.

"At 5:01 a.m. on the 14th, 13 people died mysteriously in Murphy Community in the southwest corner of Satellite City No. 7. The Defense Department named the incident the "Madman Case". According to eyewitnesses at the scene, the 13 dead were lined up in a straight line, kneeling and bowing their heads facing the main city, in a praying posture. Their bodies were swollen, their skeletons were twisted, and the black blood that flowed out even formed a pattern. The Defense Department has surrounded the scene and is investigating."

Finally, after reporting on seven cases, the reporter was obviously relieved. She said to the camera again: "Please transfer to Chen Feiyi, deputy chief of the Defense Department. Hello, can you hear the voice here?"

"Yes."

The scene was broadcast, and a serious-looking man stood downstairs in the apartment. He was Chen Feiyi, deputy chief of the Defense Department.

"How will the Defense Department conduct searches regarding yesterday's seven suspicious cases? Can you disclose the investigation guidelines?" the reporter asked.

"The specific details of the current case cannot be disclosed, but we suspect that these seven incidents were all committed by the same person." Chen Feiyi said.

"Same person?"

The reporter was surprised and asked: "You mean, this person crossed seven satellite cities in one night and committed consecutive crimes within an interval of less than an hour or two?"

"I can't comment on the specific situation. The National Defense Department is busy with official duties. This interview is for now. I hope all citizens will go out less at night and cherish their own lives." Chen Feiyi looked indifferent. After he finished speaking, the screen immediately went black and turned back to the reporter's screen.

After reading this piece of objectively shocking news, Bei Heng said with a deadpan expression, "It's really scary. Who did this crime happen?"

He made a comment, then lowered his eyes, and happened to find a black leather notepad on the table in the living room. He seemed to often use this notepad to write down things.

Bei Heng picked up the notepad and opened a few pages casually. The pages in front of the note had been torn out. Maybe he had burned the torn pages.

As he was thinking about it, his expression suddenly changed.

"This is……"

Bei Heng was a little startled when he saw the contents of a certain page, and then turned another page. It was not until he turned seven pages that he finally stopped because there was a blank page behind him.

"Well..." He paused, as if he was a little confused about his mood at the moment.

He raised his head, his blue eyes reflected the bizarre murder scenes on the screen, and murmured to himself: "It turns out that I did it all."

Bei Heng thought just now that the name Zhou Hengshan might correspond to a good person, but now it seems completely the opposite.

At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door outside the entrance.

The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angels who threw the landmines: Shengxia and Xiaoya 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of boiling wontons; 1 bottle of spirit;

mwah!