Chapter 100 - DEATH Games Studio

Xiao Lan was surprised that Luo's memory had not been tampered with, but with so many players here, it was clearly not the right situation for the two of them to communicate, and writing on Luo's envelope would be too slow to communicate, so it was better to wait until later.

 

Xiao Lan gives Luo a look that signals him to wait and talk to him alone.

 

Luo nods gently in understanding.

 

"Why this man?" Someone raised a question.

 

There were a total of nine players present at the time, so why did it have to be him, was it a random death or did he trigger some death condition? Figuring this out is crucial for the players.

 

Mu Yang looked at the console while pulling out her work permit, "I guess it has something to do with work permits, do you all have them?"

 

Players have touched the work permits they have on them.

 

After confirming each other's eyes, they looked at the work badge that was placed on the table and understood. It seemed that they had seen the requirement to wear a work badge in the company's system before, and most of the players had put it on, even Cheng Wenyi, who disliked it to death.

 

The guy who got hit, I don't know if it was his head or he didn't pay attention to the requirements, but he went to the meeting without his work permit, so he got cold feet.

 

But it was also because he forgot to bring his work permit that he left a message for the players.

 

One doesn't know whether to thank him or pity him.

 

"And when did he, he, he disappear?" Hua Bei questioned.

 

Players were caught up in the memories.

 

Xiao Lan remembered that everyone had received a text message about the meeting before and went to the conference room together.

 

The offices were seated according to the number of players and each player indicated that the seats and number of people in the office they were in matched, indicating that they were all still nine when they were given their work passes to enter the office.

 

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Then the disappearance of the player named He Kaisui must have happened during the time when the players were away from the office for the meeting.

 

Otherwise, Hu Zhai would have noticed the blank work permit ten minutes before the meeting.

 

At this point he suddenly remembered the bell that had rung after his boss had announced that the meeting was adjourned. Xiao Lan looked at the time and saw that it was now 1:55, which was probably about ten minutes before they left from the meeting room.

 

Xiao Lan looked around the crowd, "Do any of you remember what time the boss said the meeting was over?"

 

"1:44," Luo replied affirmatively, "and there was a bell at that time."

 

"I looked at the time, I looked at the time and it was 1:44." Hua Bei also replied.

 

"+1" Mu Yang also said, with her eyes still glued to the screen of the game console.

 

Xiao Lan: "We were in the hall and the first time we heard the bell and the time the boss appeared was 0:44."

 

Hu Zhai huddled her hands to her chest in a girlish gesture of fear: "You mean, something happens to every 44 points ......"

 

Xiao Lan nodded, "It's just my guess, but the first 44 points is the official start of the game, the second 44 points is when a player disappears, and what happens in the next 44 points, none of us know."

 

The players' faces became even heavier.

 

That means that in less than an hour's time, something will happen again.

 

And when that player disappeared earlier, they didn't feel anything, which makes it very bad for how to be alert and anticipate crises.

 

The feeling is like a ship sailing into a reef-filled sea and the helmsman is blindfolded. They know they are surrounded by crises, but they cannot tell where they are coming from.

 

While the players were discussing, Cheng Wenyi stood back and watched the crowd's reactions as he jerked his cat.

 

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His expression was always light and he did not say anything, as if he were a complete observer. His eyes always sweep over Xiao Lan and Luo unintentionally, as if he is interested in their every move.

 

Because of the time constraints and the fact that the boss had mentioned that they had been given work to do. The players went back to their work stations to see what exactly the job they had on their hands was before they fell into another hidden death trap without realising it.

 

Still working in the wee hours of the morning, the miserable life of a game developer no less.

 

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to say she needed to go to the toilet, followed by Luo.

 

A puzzled Mu Yang asks, "Why are you going to the toilet together?"

 

As far as he could remember this seemed to be a hobby only for the women in the class.

 

"Because we never go to the toilet together, it's safer that way." Xiao Lan replies without changing her face and snubs the underage without conscience, "You can try it sometime."

 

Mu Yang: "......"

 

It sounded like it made sense, but something always felt wrong.

 

Thinking of Cheng Wenyi's sophisticated and extravagant ways, Mu Yang suspects he would be sent to clean toilets for a whole year and write 100,000 words every day if he asked him to go to the toilet with him.

 

Tyrants, that's how unforgiving they are.

 

Just imagining it sends a chill down Mu Yang's spine.

 

Let's forget it ......

 

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Xiao Lan and Luo went to the toilet alone.

 

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The toilet was clean, there was no odour in it and it was not dirty, every floor tile was dry and clean, but the overall area was not very large and two large men standing in it looked a little cramped.

 

After making sure there were no other players or surveillance props around, Xiao Lan asked, " What exactly happened when He Kaisui disappeared?"

 

"He disappeared instantly, without ever fighting or any change in expression, while I didn't feel any power fluctuations either." Luo pondered the wording for a moment, "It was as if ...... existence had been erased, and what had happened was probably only known to him.

 

"

 

Xiao Lan frowned: "Invisible forces?"

 

Luo: "I'm guessing there are quite a few limitations to this power, otherwise it wouldn't be a problem to wipe out all the players in a flash with just this ability."

 

Xiao Lan nodded: "Indeed, the time and death conditions are missing, and I guess it should only take one person who meets the conditions at 44 minutes."

 

If you can really kill with impunity, how do you fight this silent way of disappearing? The player would not have to resist, but lie down and die.

 

"However, as the game progresses, maybe something will change." Xiao Lan said.

 

According to the games he has experienced, the threat of death at the beginning is the lightest and there are the most restrictions to trigger the death condition, and the danger of death only increases as the game slowly progresses.

 

And in this game, the threat of just opening the game is a little too powerful, so that there is still a conditional restriction, but later in the game, if this restriction becomes less and less, or even disappears, then it is considered to be in real trouble.

 

But there are still too few clues and they know very little about ghosts and monsters.

 

Looking at Xiao Lan, who is in deep thought close by, Luo thinks with some regret that Mr. Xiao has adjusted himself so quickly that it's a shame that he doesn't feel awkward being alone with him anymore.

 

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It seems that he still needs to work hard to get there.

 

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Shortly after.

 

The two men returned to the office.

 

In a rare move, Mu Yang put down the game boy, who had almost become one with him, and was staring at the screen in front of him, a serious look on his face.

 

Next to her, Hua Bei looks like a cabbage in the sun.

 

"What's happening?" Xiao Lan asked, stepping forward.

 

Mu Yang tossed the digital pen in his hand aside, a little depressed: "The job assigned to me is original drawing, drawing NPCs according to the description of the planning file."

 

"Ugh ......" he sighed, turning his screen around to face both Xiao Lan.

 

There is an indescribable sketch on it, which in theory should be a human being, after all Xiao Lan vaguely distinguishes the lines indicating the head and limbs.

 

But this head is twice the size of the whole body and the lines are so crooked that if you don't look closely you'd think it was a potato, and it seems to have sprouted on top.

 

Xiao Lan reluctantly commented, "Well ...... is very creative."

 

Another glance at the description of the planning file on the computer, the demand was for a drawing of a young girl, compared to Mu Yang's drawing ......

 

Tragic, just tragic.

 

The punk teenager wilted and played with his console, not really wanting to face his work.

 

At this point Luo also went over to his computer, "My job is also original painting."

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

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Is the Advent world blind, and why does it have to be so cross with itself?

 

At Xiao Lan's look, Luo smiles and picks up a digital pen, saying, "Please believe that I am not the same person I used to be."

 

The gesture looked surprisingly assured.

 

Xiao Lan thought about the numerous drawing tutorials he had given Luo and about Luo's terrible memory... had he really got something out of it?

 

After walking past him in disbelief, Xiao Lan closed himself up.

 

He'd be a fool to believe this soul painter again ......

 

This guy has just learned to colour! And with five or six highly saturated colours piled on top of each other, with his soulful painting style, the big reds and blues and purples and greens are even hotter for the eyes, okay!

 

The children's painting classes seemed to open up a path of no return for his artistic life.

 

Luo swears: "This is the essence of Neo-Futurist Soul."

 

Xiao Lan's eyes are desperate, while Mu Yang's drawings at least show limbs and heads, Luo's drawings have evolved to the point where it is impossible to distinguish between human forms. Even if one were to abandon aesthetics and morality and lower the scoring scale, it would still fall into the category of Picasso's cephalosporins with wine and feet.

 

Luo is a man who is always reliable and at ease in other areas. Only in his painting, he is so self-assured and confident that one wonders what the source of his confidence is.

 

Is this the biggest difficulty of the whole game?

 

Mu Yang quietly walked over and looked at the screen, then quietly sighed in relief and went back.

 

The pace was a few notches lighter.

 

This little gesture did not escape Luo's eyes: "......"

 

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What is your reaction, young man?

 

A second to last in the year was taking an exam when he found out that the first to last was actually present in the exam room.

 

Xiao Lan went to his computer and found that his task was 3D modelling.

 

After opening the 3dmax modelled on his computer, he was silent ...... This complex interface is dizzying to look at and definitely not something that can be solved overnight even if you learn it.

 

Hua Bei, who was sitting next to him, also came over, "My job is, is U, UI ...... What is this?"

 

The two men looked at each other and both saw bewilderment in each other's eyes... Is the crap game trying to screw us over?

 

"Do you ...... know how to write a plan? I only know how to play games, not design levels. ......" Hu Zhai walked in from outside with weak feet and vacant eyes.

 

Then met the bewildered eyes of the four people in the room.

 

It was a heart-to-heart look between schoolboys trying to hand in blank papers in the exam room.

 

At once, Hu Zhai understood that nothing more needed to be said.

 

At this point, the player who had become the planner on the other side came out of his office and shook his head at them.

 

Mu Yang walked over to Cheng Wenyi: " Brother Cheng, you can leave the procedure to me if you want."

 

Cheng Wenyi shook his head and gently tickled Xue Li's chin as he said slowly, "I work on front-end programming and need art resources from your side, but it doesn't look like they're going to be available."

 

Xiao Lan pushed his keyboard to the side, "I don't think these jobs are for non-professional players, the game can't have levels like this, if you don't finish the job even if it triggers the death condition, who can survive?"

 

Hu Zhai rubbed his chin: "So what exactly is the ...... death condition?"

 

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Where is the death condition placed if the game gives the player an impossible job and the job itself is not a death condition?

 

Xiao Lan had a flash of insight: "What happens when an employee always makes mistakes at work?"

 

Mu Yang subconsciously said, "Throw down the reclamation."

 

Xiao Lan & the players: "......"

 

Is it so hard for you reincarnated social animals? They looked at Mu Yang and Cheng Wenyi with a little sympathy in their eyes.

 

"The old, boss will come, looking, looking for you to talk to." Hua Bei said weakly.

 

This is the normal answer.

 

Boss ......

 

The thought of the boss, who had never seen his true face, coupled with that eerie voice, made the players' hearts flutter.

 

The last time they were summoned by their boss was for a group meeting and then they cooled one straight away. This time if it was a solo talk ...... could they have escaped from the death crisis?

 

Everyone felt as if a sharp sword was hanging above them.

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