Chapter 179

"You want to dig out your own body." Fang Tang shook his head: "you suddenly remember that you can also revive through the coffin of the Dragon King."

Lao Zhao snorted and found a pair of rain boots in the ruins. The boots were burned, but they were still wearable.

He put on his boots and moved himself. Now he felt a little used to the body.

The key to keeping balance is actually very simple. Because of the "burden" on his chest, he only needs to slightly straighten his back to exert his strength smoothly.

Obviously, this body has been trained for many years. Although it is a woman, it has great strength.

But this gradually adapt to the feeling, let him a little nausea.

Fang Tang held him again: "first of all, your body is in the elevator shaft. Now it's covered with gravel. It's impossible to dig it out without a large excavation machine."

"Also, look at the fire spreading from top to bottom. It is estimated that it is caused by the connection between the elevator shaft and other floors. That is to say, the fire will rush to the bottom because of the air flow, and there is a high probability that your body has been burned to ashes."

Zhao angrily threw away the metal strip and stamped his foot: "do I want to be a woman all my life?"

Fang Tang looks indifferent: "because of the chip, I'm afraid you can only slowly adapt. Even if you copy Zhao Zhongcheng's body, you can't resist abnormal infection, and the chip doesn't allow you to do so. Now, you are a player!"

The blonde Zhao was gasping for breath. Although his voice was deliberately low, it was still feminine: "I'm not going to do it, I'm not going to do it!"

Fang Tang looked at the direction of the cliff: "we don't have much time. If you want to see your daughter again, come with me. "

Zhao stamped his feet again. He knew Fang Tang's words were right and the most rational choice.

When they were about to leave, Zhao suddenly said, "wait a minute!"

He squatted down, under a tile, and felt out a piece of black paper.

This is a picture.

A corner of the picture has been burned.

Lao Zhao blew the dust on it, reached out and wiped it again. He raised it and looked at it: "well, is this... Li Haisheng?"

He handed it to Fang Tang: "look, there seems to be Fang LAN in the photo."

Fang Tang watched.

The photo should have been taken for a long time. The surface is yellow. It looks like it was taken with Canon digital camera.

The background of the photo seems to be a small auditorium with a group of people standing in three rows in the middle of the auditorium.

Behind these people, there is a banner: "autumn poetry appreciation meeting... Successfully concluded..."

Because part of it was burned, we can't see the specific time. But from the clothes and hairstyles in the photos, we can infer that it was a group photo taken in the 1990s.

Fang Lan was in Li Haisheng's hometown. He loved poetry, so he once attended a poetry appreciation meeting in autumn. It is estimated that it was a spontaneous gathering organized by a group of literary youth. Obviously, Fang LAN is the protagonist of the party, while Li Haisheng is just a small role, and even lianheying is standing in the corner. "

"Maybe it was the party that made Li Haisheng fall in love with Fang LAN at first sight, so he tried his best to collect Fang Lan's magazines. This guy is really infatuated."

But anyway, it's a beautiful spoony.

In this gloomy and horrible Huawu island game, Li Haisheng's infatuation may be the only shining point.

But

Fang Tang couldn't help picking up the photo again and looking at it silently.

But it's too much of a coincidence.

It's like a plot deliberately designed.

"What are you looking at?" The sensitive blonde Zhao couldn't help coming again.

Fang Tang stares at Li Haisheng in the corner of the last row of the photo, and the scene in front of him begins to enlarge and show the details.

But after a while, he tore up the photo with a hiss.

Torn to pieces, thrown aside, turned and left: "fake."

The blonde Zhao followed him, scratching his ears: "Fang Tang, what riddle do you want to play? What is fake? "

"The photo is PS's. It's a hasty forgery." Fang Tang walked quickly to the cliff: "after zooming in, you can see that the edge of Li Haisheng's body contour has a very prominent serration. In a picture with smooth pixels, it is impossible to see the serration caused by this cutting image."

"You mean Li Haisheng was forced to join that photo?" Zhao, a blonde, followed"Yes, maybe Fang LAN really attended the party, but Li Haisheng is definitely not here."

"Then why is there this picture?"

"Ha ha, just for the details of the game."

"Grass, make it clear, what are the game details?"

Fang Tang looked at the top of the cliff, flashing torches such as light spots, the sacrifice people have climbed the top of the cliff.

Now, it's less than an hour before the sacrifice time in the early morning.

Fang Tang quickened his pace and said: "the game level designed by infinite company has always been perfect, depicting every detail to the extreme. The reason why Li Haisheng is so infatuated with LAN must be logical, so it can't be explained by just a few magazines and photos... The company temporarily made such a photo to let you find out, in order to supplement the details of the characters in the game. "

Because it was too hasty, there was a huge bug in this photo prop. It was a rare mistake of infinite company. The PS trace was too obvious.

"I understand a little bit, but what does it mean to us?" Zhao said

"It's meaningful for players, but the key is whether you can jump out of the plot of Huawu island and look at the game from a higher perspective."

The blonde Zhao became more and more confused: "say something I can understand."

Fang Tang stopped and said coldly: "the plot of Huawu island has a sense of substitution, which makes it easy for players to immerse themselves in the plot. If they jump out of this shackle, from a higher point of view, this prop photo as a supplement to the plot will be meaningful."

He snorted and continued: "first of all, I can infer that the Huawu island game level is temporary, not a mature level, so the company has to add details at any time."

The blonde opened his mouth wide.

Fang Tang pursed: "an immature level is always full of bugs, so now, we need to find these bugs for our use."

"You, you are a monster!" The golden haired Zhao murmured.

Fang Tang's eyes twinkled: "through this temporary supplementary photo, I can infer that Li Haisheng is on the cliff at this time!"

The golden haired old Zhao said, "he escaped from the office secretly just to participate in the sacrifice?"

"No!" Fang Tang sighed: "he is to save Qingqing. It can be inferred from the existing game details that the meaning of Li Haisheng's Replicator as NPC is to sacrifice himself! "

……

Above the cliff, the black crowd stood.

At the end of the crowd, Li Haisheng wears a gray raincoat, which is commonly used in fishing on the sea.

He covered his head and breathed heavily.

Abnormal infection has spread all over the body, breathing, the body's scaly wounds will come tearing pain.

But he held on.

Ahead, he can see his son, Li nianshui, who is already a middle-aged man.

But there was no fluctuation in his mind.

Because at the moment his mind is in the steamer of sacrifice.

"Qingqing is her daughter. I should have thought of it. It's not like that. It's too much." Li Haisheng's eyes are full of tenderness.

At this moment, he seems to be back to an autumn afternoon many years ago.

In a small auditorium full of sunshine and laughter.

At that time, he was sitting in the corner of the edge, silently looking at the girl with pigtails, reciting a poem about the sea.

Thorn!

In the dark, this beautiful memory suddenly appeared a mess.

Torn memory let Li Haisheng can't help but seize the head.

It's as if the brain is resisting this beautiful memory.

But it soon recovered.

"I will save Qingqing." Li Haisheng said silently in his heart, with a sweet smile at the corner of his mouth: "because that's your daughter."