Chapter 1515

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the time under the computer quietly.

Nearly fifteen minutes have passed since she followed Zhou Xian into the room; As the "ninth game creator", it was almost time for her to leave and turn around and go back to "write games" - but as soon as she looked up, she found herself trapped in a problem she had not considered before.

... the door of the room is closed.

She remembered that when Zhou Xian entered the room, she clearly didn't turn around to close the door, and she was even more unlikely to close the door on her own initiative; Now when you think about it carefully, it is likely that the door itself is not the double wooden door you see in your eyes. If you leave it alone, you will slowly slide on it yourself.

Only now did she realize this, and it was too late to stamp her feet. Could she still ask Zhou Xian to open the door for herself? As the ninth game creator, she can't even open the door?

Fortunately, when Lin Sanjiu was thinking about what to do, Zhou Xian didn't notice that she should go back at all. Now his attention was all focused on the game - although it was still twoorthree days before the final completion of the game, he had named it "do you remember?", Now he is thinking about what punishment should be given to players with correct memory.

That kind of dedication and dedication is enough to be rated as the monthly excellent employee in any company.

"If he delays a little longer, he will realize that you should have left long ago," Teacher Yi reminded.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the faint door behind the screen, and then at Zhou Xian - after thinking about it, he really didn't know how to let him open the door for himself without being suspected; After being beaten, Zhou Xian has given birth to prevention. Protective words have been worn on her body, and she can't even use force.

At least for the moment, she still had to pretend to be fascinated and continue to stay.

"Or lightning strike? Will you die?" Zhou Xian muttered, deleted the text on the screen, looked at the cursor and hesitated. "You can't die, but you have to be very uncomfortable... Like the Russian dog..."

What Russian dog?

Lin Sanjiu was stunned. After thinking for a while, he realized that what he said was probably "Pavlov's dog".

Is he going to make players feel physiological discomfort or even fear by going back to the real historical experience through punishment again and again, so that memory becomes a piece of plasticine that can be rubbed by others?

While a wave of discomfort rose from her stomach, she also suddenly had an idea.

Lin Sanjiu quickly took out the [letter from the Hongyan family], took out his pen, and said to Zhou Xian, "you are really experienced. Let me take a note." Without waiting for the other party to respond, she began to write, "Yu Yuan? Are you still there?"

Zhou Xian was flattered very comfortably by her words and actions, and ha Di smiled, but he was surprisingly modest: "others have written several good games, so you can inquire about them and learn some experience."

Maybe this is an opportunity to lead the topic to the apartment game.

"Really? Can it be as difficult as this?" Lin Sanjiu immediately asked deliberately, "what impressed you?"

"Let me think..." Zhou Xian took his hand off the keyboard and his eyes wandered into the air.

[Hongyan family letter] Yu Yuan's response surfaced.

"I'm still here. Poe just told me that newcomers are easier to become victims and spend a few more days staying for the rest of the people. Of course, he always wanted to get rid of his relationship and repeatedly said that he never did anything wrong." Yu Yuan's words paused for a moment and said, "I can better control this corpse now. After moving, the corpse spots have also been reduced. Allan Poe should have completely believed that I am a living person, because he said the sentence 'the word of death doesn't work for us' twice. He is making advances to me, asking me if I have a boyfriend and saying that he can take care of me a little."

What's all this and what?

"Can you find an excuse to trick Poe into coming to Zhouxian?" Before Zhou Xian spoke, Lin Sanjiu hurriedly wrote, "such as shouting him out... If he doesn't open the door, I can't get out."

Of course, she can't let Allan Poe detect himself, and Yu Yuan can't let Zhou Xian find him - this is naturally within the consideration of the data body, and she doesn't need to say more.

Almost the last stroke was finished in a hurry, and Zhou Xian turned his head to her.

"There is a robber game. Although the rules are simple and direct, you should always follow them and find that the simple one is also very exciting. That game is to constantly ask players to rob and kill, no matter who the target is, they basically don't give breathing space, and if they can't get anything, they will lose. In the end, there are people who have a nervous breakdown... There are also exquisite ones, with an elephant in the room..."

Yes, the person who wrote that game is also here.

"Elephant? Who wrote that?" Lin Sanjiu resisted bursts of substantial nausea and turned his eyes towards him. Yu Yuan's short "let me try" is still the last sentence on the paper.

"It was originally a template, but who was the rewriter..." Zhou Xian couldn't remember at the key place. "I can't remember clearly, anyway, it's not Poe or the queen of night stars who often jump out."

Another template.

"I prefer apartments," she said tentatively, "who has written any apartment games?"

"No," said Zhou Xian without interest.

It seems that what he doesn't know is nothing - obviously, he doesn't feel that he needs to think more about other people's things.

When Lin Sanjiu realized that his eyes fell on the time of the computer screen, her heart couldn't help tightening; Unexpectedly, Zhou Xian was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

... what's going on?

"Oh, it's been so long?" Just when she was full of doubts, Zhou Xian's eyes scanned the time for the second time, as if she had just recovered from some distant place. "Should you go back and start writing your own game?"

"Oh, yes," Lin Sanjiu responded casually. Will you let him go to his room? The problem is, where did she get the room - where did the female corpse live, she doesn't know.

"Well, I'll see you off," Zhou Xian suddenly pushed away her chair, stood up and walked to the screen. "There are often new comers here, and I've seen a lot of them, but you little brother, are quite to my taste."

... what do you mean?

Although the doubt was still there, Lin Sanjiu knew that it was suddenly no problem for her to go out. When he turned around, she quickly left Yu Yuan a few words "wait a minute" on the paper and followed up a few steps - when Zhou Xian opened the door for her and stood aside, Lin Sanjiu was about to step out of the door, and suddenly stopped.

She turned her head and looked at Zhou Xian.

The latter, with half a swollen face, was looking at her under the thick eyelids with blood stasis.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the corridor leading to the round hall again. It was empty and there was no one, but there was a strong almost uncomfortable feeling all over her, like several pairs of eyes looking at her in the void without blinking.

"Go," said Zhou Xian with a wave of his hand, "hurry up, don't waste time."

Yu Yuan said that they would maintain the number gap in order to extend their stay. Poe said that newcomers are more likely to become victims. Zhou Xian said that there are often newcomers here.

Even putting these pieces of puzzle together is enough to make people realize what these eight people are doing - not to mention, the sense of surveillance in the corridor outside is almost like a huge eyeball sticking to the upper door, which makes Lin Sanjiu goose bumps.

Took the place of the young girl, who is now the ninth person.