You don't decrypt at all do you?

Executive Officer No. 12 stared at the strange yet familiar name in the chat interface, and his memory came back—oh!I remembered!The good brother is called Song Chuan!

harm.

I knew I would have asked No. 0, now it's all right, Song Chuan fainted from his anger.

Thinking of this, Executive Officer No. 12 blamed himself a little. After 10 seconds of self-blame, he got better.

He continued to reply——[I'll ask about the cocoon room in the inner circle when someone wakes up. You should take a rest first. 】

Ji Shuang will reply soon—【OK】

"Ah you..."

When Ruan Dongxu saw that the No. 12 executive put away the game panel, he couldn't help being curious and said, "Don't you remember the other party's name?"

He really couldn't imagine that, after all, he was also someone who had worked with him before. Looking at the exchange just now, he probably had a pretty good relationship.Although a few years have passed, it is not impossible to completely forget it, right?

Executive Officer No. 12 laughed awkwardly: "Whoever remembers the dead person's name for nothing, thinks he is dead."

Ruan Dongxu was numb.

He has always felt that although the backstage staff of these games are not acting normally, at least their mentality is normal.Now it seems that he has not been in the game for a long time, so there is no relationship between changing his mentality.

At least at this stage, he can't easily forget the "dead people", but the ability of these people to "look forward" seems to be particularly good.

He smacked his lips, thinking that this kind of mental habitual thinking is not a benign expression.

But if you think about it rationally, maybe this is the only way to survive in the game safely.After all, as long as you don't want to die, you have to find a way to make yourself comfortable.

That's the truth.

Ruan Dongxu bumped into executive officer No. 12 with his elbow, and the two chatted occasionally on the road, but they became acquainted with each other a lot: "Pick up your friend, we should move."

Executive Officer No. 12 nodded and looked at the time.

Along the way, apart from taking advantage of mealtimes to stop and take a serious rest, they even took turns sleeping.The preliminary plan is to complete the tasks of Zhu Wen and Ruan Dongxu as quickly as possible.In this way, if there is still time left, they can go back to the Cocoon Room to have a look.

But the matter of going to the cocoon room doesn't need to be forced.

The group tidied up a little and started on the road again.

"It'll probably be there in one and a half days." On the way back, An Miao didn't touch the steering wheel again, and almost kept staring at the mission interface displayed on the game panel to determine the distance.

Although the map on the panel does not clearly show the distance, but after a few glances, it can be roughly calculated based on the speed of the car and their moving positions on the map.

She blinked and turned to look at Executive Officer No. 12: "I suddenly remembered something."

Executive Officer No. 12: "Huh?"

"It's like this," An Miao looked at Wu Si's face, "Once the task is completed, the game broadcast will start to settle, right?"

Wu Si let out an "ah" and said, "Why are you asking this?"

An Miao: "Once the 'intruders' in the area are cleared and the broadcast starts to settle, we will have to cooperate with Zhu Wen at the end of the mission."

She frowned, "If the mission is completed, Zhu Wen's side hasn't opened the third stage yet, and I'm still counting the mission as a failure. And if this game is declared over, you will have to wait for the next game to end."

Executive Officer No. 12 paused, "It's true."

This kind of detail is somewhat cloudy.

But no problem.

Executive Officer No. 12: "Then keep some 'invaders' on hand at the end. But it shouldn't be a big problem. No matter how you look at it, our progress will be slower."

An Miao nodded: "That's true."

She just mentioned it. After all, staying in this crappy place for a month can be considered a vacation. If she stays for a few years, she might as well just hang herself.

That's right, the will to survive is that weak!

After An Miao praised himself, he casually turned his head and glanced at the people in the back seat, and had another question: "Is the No. 1 executive a bit weak?"

She didn't even think about passing it, "After all, I also got to the position of No. 1, why was it overthrown by an NPC?"

"I don't know." Executive Officer No. 12 shook his head: "Even the initial NPC shouldn't have that strength. If the white rabbit is fine, then the problem lies in the game's follow-up treatment of the outgoing executive officer."

"...I'm just getting old." Song Chuan, who was lying in the backseat and pretended to be dead—AKA the former No. 1 executive officer woke up at some point, and answered quietly, with a lot of resentment in his tone: "Just leave me alone." stuffed here?"

"You can't say that." An Miao turned his head and scratched the back of the chair, "You're not dying of illness, it's kind of us not to tie you to the roof of the car."

Song Chuan: "...Why are you so perverted?"

An Miao's face turned serious, and he said calmly: "The game is forcing."

Song Chuan: "..." It's understandable.

He pulled the back of the front seat and asked, "How long will it take to get to Xiaozhu?"

"Who's going to Xiaozhu's place?" Executive Officer No. 12 gave him a look inexplicably: "We're going south to give Xiaozhu and the others the task of passing this level."

Song Chuan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "Don't worry about Xiaozhu?"

Executive Officer No. 12: "There's nothing serious about them, it's just that there are some obstacles in their authority, there's nothing they can do about it."

He responded, and the topic naturally turned to business: "Hey, I'm asking you."

Song Chuan conditioned reflex: "I'll tell you as soon as you call dad."

Seeing that No. 12's executive officer was so aggressive that he was about to shoot, Song Chuan changed his words directly: "You ask, you ask, you ask!"

An Miao: "..."

"Number 0... Just Xiao Zhu, they have almost visited the cocoon room, but they can't get in the inner circle, is there any way?" Executive Officer No. 12 put down his hands and asked.

Song Chuan wondered why.

With a wave of his hand, he said "Damn!": "Don't fight, you can't get in."

Afraid that saying this alone was not convincing enough, Song Chuan added another sentence: "If you really can't get in, even if you level that piece, you won't be able to get in!"

Executive Officer No. 12: "What do you mean?"

Song Chuan: "That place doesn't allow people to enter at all, so what are we?"

He pointed to himself: "After we left office, we handed in all the game points. We can't be regarded as living people in the game, so we can enter."

Speaking of this, Song Chuan grinned, showing an expression of whether he was laughing or disgusting, he couldn't tell, "Even if it's us, we only have two chances. One in and one out."

"I used the 'in' opportunity when I came here, and the 'exit' opportunity... promise." Song Chuan patted his thigh and pointed to his feet: "It's used up now."

Executive Officer No. 12: "Then...you can't go back?"

"Yes!" Song Chuan waved his hand, thinking about it a long time ago: "It means that I am about equal to an ordinary player now. No, I'm afraid I'm not close."

Executive Officer No. 12 did not expect that he would repeat the same interrogative sentence twice in a short period of time: "What... mean?"

"Literally." If Song Chuan dared to come out with such a thing, he must have thought it through clearly: "Look, I am not qualified to play games, and I have given up being a watchdog for games... just guarding the job of the cocoon room , it is of course useless.”

He touched the wound on his face, waved his hand and said, "This is just the beginning. From the moment I come out, the benefits brought by the points are doomed to disappear."

In this way, Executive Officer No. 12 understands: "You mean...you will turn back into an ordinary person?"

Ruan Dongxu couldn't hold back, squeezed from the co-pilot to the back seat, and asked, "You mean, completely change back? How come?"

Song Chuan looked at Ruan Dongxu and frowned: "What do you mean?"

Ruan Dongxu was stunned for a moment, and it was right to be impulsive.

He originally wanted to talk about Zhu Wen, but now it seems that different venues for the internal test have different effects on players.

At least after Zhu Wen returned home, although time passed and he no longer had the original destructive power, he was still considered terrifying compared to ordinary people.

After returning to the game again, the gain reflected by the increase in points is completely different from that of ordinary players.

It's like... the points effect that was diluted and weakened after returning from the closed beta quickly recovered as the points increased.

But the less people know about this kind of thing, the better.

Ruan Dongxu waved his hand and said vaguely: "No. I just want to say that there were quite a few players who returned to the real world during the closed beta period. They didn't seem to be affected by the points after returning."

Song Chuan didn't doubt that he was there, and said "ah", "That's probably about the same. In short, the game judged that this person is completely useless."

He belonged to it when he gave up the seat of number 1 a few years ago, thinking that at least he would bring the key to number 0, which he had deliberately left outside, and it would be a worthwhile trip.

Although there were some mistakes along the way, at least the goal was achieved.

Song Chuan was calm and said indifferently, "It's a game anyway, there is no such thing as a conscience."

Executive Officer No. 12 said "Huh?"

In the chat with Ji Shuang just now, he discussed the divided authority of the ex-executive and the "locals" over the game, and felt that Song Chuan's words seemed to overthrow this speculation.

Executive Officer No. 12 pondered for a while and asked, "What do you...do you usually do in the cocoon room?"

Song Chuan shrugged: "It's nothing to do. You can usually pay attention to the data and personnel transfers in the backstage in real time, and nothing else. Just be a security guard and sort out the new data if you have nothing to do, or simply stare blankly. It's hard to keep the game. What do we want to do?"

Executive Officer No. 12: "The one in the 'local' warehouse..."

Forget it, I'll talk about this later, since people can't get out, I probably don't know much about it even if I ask.

Executive Officer No. 12 stopped talking, and then changed his words: "Then what do you mean by 'quoting regulations'? The rules of the game have not been changed by others, so what exactly is that?"

"I don't know." Song Chuan replied simply, with a very stern attitude: "We have studied that thing for several years, and the specific regulations are not clear, but we can basically confirm that it is for playing games for fun."

"No matter how the rules are changed, the way of customs clearance and the necessary process cannot be changed."

"We are only sure that several stages of the game are necessary. The authority assigned to us by the game..." Song Chuan laughed: "The things we do here are similar to the past, but if we can't get out, we are more leisurely than before. Not small."

"The 'locals' side... I just had a face-to-face meeting when I first came here, and it wasn't very pleasant. Anyway, judging from their feelings, it seems that they think they have mastered the game. But we don't think so, although I don't know the specific situation, but the game can still be handled by others in my own home? It's a joke, isn't it!"

Executive Officer No. 12 looked ugly: "According to what you said, the authority of the 'locals' is used by the game to increase their own uncertainty?"

Even if he didn't know what the specific terms of the "Citation Regulations" were, it was not difficult for someone who wanted to take advantage of this kind of thing to take advantage of the loopholes, as long as he had a little bit of logical thinking ability.

Executive Officer No. 12 felt very unlucky when he thought of this: "What's wrong? The gameplay has been increased?"

He sneered: "Looking at it this way, at least from the perspective of the game, 'locals' are also considered participants in the game, and they can barely be called players."

"It's not impossible for you to understand this way." Song Chuan shrugged, not even a trace of repulsion or disgust could be found in his eyes.

He has been in the cocoon room for several years, and he has already changed from the initial resentment to the current numbness: "If you have to say that there is any difference between the 'locals' and us... then it is probably the 'locals' from the beginning to the end." There was no chance of winning at the beginning, but it was because the rules of the game were changed, so I thought I could do it.”

"At least from our side, the game is really not in a hurry."

"But I have to admit that the use of those regulations has indeed caused us immeasurable losses. If we must say where the 'locals' have won, it is that they have indeed killed us by changing the rules of the game. A lot of players."

"Fortunately, there is indeed a chance for the players to win. The game... should be called "Paradise". It is also in this game and is obeying the rules. In the words of young people, it is probably the bottom boss. Can get through , then everyone will be liberated. But I don’t know how big the chances of winning will be.”

"How to get through?" Executive Officer No. 12 asked quickly.

Song Chuan shook his head.

"Laughing, they think they have a chance to win?"

"It's okay, they are right to think so. They will know the suffering in the next stage."

"The cut of the live broadcast angle was too sudden, I didn't realize it all at once ("

"Why do some dead people occupy me and talk so much nonsense after watching the internal test and knowing some hidden secrets? After more than ten days, I made me sick."

"Hey...someone has already thought about it, and I'm still in agony wishing to hear that they opened our lair?"

Seeing this, the No. 12 executive officer was silent for a while, thinking that it would be nonsense to talk about feelings for a long time, but in fact he was not too disappointed.

How can there be an answer delivered to the door, it is already an unexpected surprise to know this.

After all, definite information is always more reassuring than reasoning results without conditions and guesswork.

"Then you..." Executive Officer No. 12 looked at Song Chuan and asked, "What do you plan to do next?"

Song Chuan didn't care: "Anyway, there is no one in my family, so I can do whatever I want."

"Oh, that means there is no plan, right?" Executive Officer No. 12 understood: "If you don't have a plan, come back with us and take care of yourself, son."

Song Chuan said "En?" and sneered: "Want to call your father back to do odd jobs? Dreaming!"

Executive Officer No. 12 was speechless, heartbroken—the son of a dog would rather stay here to feed the "intruder" than go back to work, what kind of bad spirit is this?

He sneered, raised his hand and pointed at Song Chuan: "You wait for me, I'll sue the boss!"

After finishing speaking, he reopened the chat interface of the game panel and started to go crazy @内霜.

Song Chuan immediately jumped up: "You don't fucking talk about martial arts!"

Executive Officer No. 12 said "Heh!", turned around and did not answer the words.

If he didn't see Song Chuan, it's fine, if his life or death is unknown, he should be treated as dead; but if he is still alive, and he is still the same as before, then he will be dragged back.