Chuzheng sent Jih Youtang into the ga the next day.
The administrators didn’t dare to say anything; they acted as if they knew nothing.
Jih Youtang hadn’t bothered Xi Mu for a few days, which Xi Mu found strange.
But it was better if he didn’t co.
"What if we can’t get out?"
While having lunch, Xi Mu suddenly asked this question.
Chuzheng was cutting steak and replied nonchalantly, "Then we won’t go out."
Xi Mu: "..."
You say it so casually, didn’t you previously rack your brains to get out?
Chuzheng wasn’t trying hard to get out; she just wanted to see what this broken ga was about.
"Isn’t it pretty nice here?"
Chuzheng put down the knife and fork, casually wiped her mouth, leaned back, and cast a cool gaze at the boy opposite her.
"Or do you not want to live with ?"
"I’m curious, why did you choose ?" Xi Mu fiddled with the fork in his hand back and forth, his impatience hidden away.
"You... look good."
"Hmm?"
Just because he looks good?
What if he didn’t look good?
Would you not choose then?
Xi Mu’s eyes deepened: "Do you judge people by their appearance?"
"Well, I can’t see what’s inside either." I can’t just cut you open, can I? Such a ruthless act, the bastard would shout and roar in fury like a symphony of nine movents, right?
Xi Mu: "..."
He always felt that the inside he thought of wasn’t the sa as the inside she was talking about.
"What if I didn’t look good?" Xi Mu was stuck on this question.
Chuzheng was sowhat impatient: "Why do you have so many questions? Aren’t you annoyed? Eat your food."
Xi Mu stubbornly looked at her: "Answer my question."
Outside the glass, players either gathered together or hurried along, creating a lively scene.
But inside the glass, even the air seed tense.
Chuzheng’s cold gaze was almost tangible, resting on Xi Mu, sending chills down his spine.
After a while, she said fiercely, "Even if you’re not good-looking, you’re still mine!"
Who told you to have the Good Person Card.
Such good luck, unlike , a weak, helpless, little pitiful being.
Xi Mu seed satisfied with this answer, his eyelashes lowered as he ticulously cut the steak with the knife and fork.
-
Chuzheng went into the darkness outside the cabin to observe for a while; food and other things appeared out of nowhere.
After thinking for a long ti without any useful clues, she simply stopped pondering.
The King’s Account told Chuzheng that this was the background of the entire dinsion, so Chuzheng didn’t think about going out anymore.
Mainly because thinking about it was useless.
Anyway, life is the sa wherever it is, as long as the Good Person Card is in my hand.
A true boss is fearless.
So every day, she either stayed with Xi Mu or went for a ride to the ’bank.’
The administrators were furious and resentful but didn’t dare to put her on the death list.
If she ca back, could they still be fine?
Can’t afford to offend, can’t afford to offend.
Ti flew by, and it was already more than half a year. Newcors still appeared, and old players would disappear due to ga failure.
Chuzheng had already simplified the rules a lot, but these players still couldn’t pass. There was nothing she could do.
Jih Youtang frequently visited Xi Mu, even enthusiastically inviting him for a match in the ga.
Each ti after the invitation, the next day Jih Youtang went alone, fuming and stomping his feet.
Later, Chuzheng changed the entire ga mode.
The single-player survival ga beca a team survival ga, and players could choose to be a Grim Reaper Player or a regular player.
The rules were also chaotically changed. If it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t alter the basic frawork, the simulation room might have collapsed.
The administrators were angry but didn’t dare to speak.
Once Chuzheng left, the administrators gathered to discuss.
"If this continues, won’t she change the entire set of rules?"
"Does it make a difference now?"
"..."
"Shouldn’t we try reaching that person?"
"If he was going to intervene, he would have done it earlier; I doubt it’s worth trying."
"But I’m really worried, should we just let her continue like this?"
"It wouldn’t hurt to ask, at least we’d know what’s going on."
"Exactly, exactly..."
The administrators looked at each other, finally voting by a show of hands, with half agreeing to reach out to the person they ntioned.
Ten minutes later.
A short-haired girl stood outside a black door, turning her head to look at her colleagues, who hid in the corner, gesturing encouragent to her.
Short-haired girl: "..."
Why did she have to be the one to knock?
The short-haired girl took a deep breath, raised her hand, but before she could knock, the door opened from inside.
The one who opened the door was a child, with a lifeless expression on his face.
This child was none other than the one who previously guided Chuzheng.
The short-haired girl looked at the person in front of her and swallowed: "I..."
Say what??
What was she supposed to say?
The child seed to know her purpose, and said in a asured tone, "Simulation Room No. 7 data collection is normal, operational model is developing into a new mode, continued observation is advised."
"We’re not... going to manage her?"
The child said no more, simply shut the door.
Short-haired girl: "..."
So they weren’t going to manage her?
Doesn’t that an they’ll continue to be tornted?
The short-haired girl turned around with a troubled expression, only to see soone standing behind her. She backed up in shock, pressing against the door.
"Why... why are you here?" Appearing behind her suddenly, scaring her to death.
The short-haired girl looked toward her colleagues, who had been peeking but were now nowhere to be seen.
Chuzheng had her hands in her pockets, her gaze crossing over her, landing on the door: "Knock."
Short-haired girl: "..."
The short-haired girl’s smile was a bit stiff, and she moved aside: "Would you... like to go yourself?"
Chuzheng looked at her indifferently.
The short-haired girl’s limbs instantly felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move.
She swallowed, turned stiffly, and knocked on the door.
A mont later, the child opened the door, seeing it was her again, dissatisfaction flickering in his gloomy eyes.
The short-haired girl was visibly frightened, nervously sidestepping to reveal Chuzheng behind her.
It’s not like I wanted to knock, don’t look at .
The child’s gaze paused slightly as he saw Chuzheng: "You go back."
"Okay, okay." The short-haired girl, relieved, scurried away.
"Co in."
The child gestured for Chuzheng to enter.
Chuzheng showed no fear, leisurely walking into the room as the door closed automatically.
The room’s color sche was extraordinarily simple, the style minimalistic, not at all like a place where a child lived.
Chuzheng didn’t expect that the most influential figure in the small house was this brat who led her here.
The child sat on the sofa, legs crossed, looking at her in a manner unfit for a child his age: "What do you want to ask?"
He didn’t seem surprised by Chuzheng’s arrival.
Chuzheng didn’t beat around the bush, sitting across from him: "Why did you bring us here?"
Child: "Observation."
Chuzheng: "Observation of what?"
Child: "Humans."
Chuzheng’s eyes narrowed slightly: "You’re not human?"
Child: "No."
User Comments
0 comments from readers