After watching Sister Xiao beat up the mastermind, Xiao Lan tried to communicate with him to get a clue about Cain.
After all, the game was produced by DEATH Game Studio, the art and planning are both frontline R&D members, and it was under their collaboration that Cain took shape, and no one would know more about Cain than the game's creators about the project.
All the clues players could find were also from members of the original studio.
So, if you can ask them directly, won't you reap the standard answer.
Unfortunately, the two ghosts were completely engrossed in their own world and did not respond at all to what the players had to say.
Even when she mentioned her boyfriend to the fine art Sister Xiao, or picked up the monumental bottle of perfume, she didn't react, just kept plotting viciously with the blood-red whip.
The beaten planner also just cowered in the corner and wailed, and although it seemed to put people in a pleasant mood, just didn't respond in the slightest to their enquiries or know how to ask for help.
Mu Yang frowned, "This looks ...... like they're not very lucid, it seems."
Hu Zhai scratched his rounded chin: "It seems like eh ......"
Indeed, the artwork by Sister Xiao is all about beating the shit out of the mastermind, while the mastermind seems to do nothing but jump out and scare people, and neither side looks like they have any sense.
Xiao Lan speculated, "Is there something wrong with their souls after dying at the hands of Cain, perhaps they were partially devoured and lost their minds and memories, leaving only a little instinct and obsession to do so?"
Hu Zhai looked at the planner with contempt in his eyes, "So, this guy even died of his obsession by secretly hiding in someone's art office?"
Welp, how obscene.
Sister Xiao Well played, go for it.
Seeing that it was impossible to get information from the two ghosts, and that the clues in this room had been pretty much collected, the players exited this office and thoughtfully closed the door.
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After leaving this office, Xiao Lan found that the doors of the other rooms had been opened and that some of the players were exploring them, so several of them split up and looked for rooms that looked good to them to enter.
Xiao Lan and Luo find a random room and walk in.
Mu Yang and Cheng Wenyi are with them all the way.
Xiao Lan, who has just stepped out of the exquisite office of the Fine Arts, feels a little shocked.
This office is relatively large, but it looks cluttered.
There are piles of kimchi buckets with thick green hairs growing everywhere on the floor, takeaway boxes that have even dried up with mould, paper towels, plastic bags, water bottles, socks and slippers littered everywhere, and grease spots everywhere on the walls.
It looks almost like walking into a junkyard.
The impact is not only visual, but also olfactory.
A sour smell spreads through the air, combining the scent of fermented food with the fragrance of aged socks and shoes and some unknown stench that goes straight to your head.
Cheng Wenyi frowned as he looked at his white high-fashion suit, not really wanting to step into such a room. He stops at the door and does not enter, but pokes Mu Yang, indicating that he should go in alone.
Mu Yang, under the tyrant's intimidation, put away his precious game console and headed for the room.
There are several computers in the office, but they all look similarly cluttered and unkempt, and the seats are decked out in the same standard programmer's plaid shirts, so you can imagine the kind of collegial life the people in this office probably lead.
I have to say that each department of this studio has a really unique style.
Just looking at the room, a vivid picture of the life of a programmer who works late all day and has no time to fall in love, has no time to take care of himself, and is getting more and more depraved because everyone is depraved, comes to life.
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Behind one of the computers, Hua Bei looked up, waved at them with a tissue stuffed up his nose, and gestured for them to come over.
Xiao Lan struggled to find a gap in the rubbish on the floor and was careful not to knock over the lunch boxes with the unknown liquid, making it a difficult walk.
When he reached Hua Bei, Xiao Lan found himself in front of a computer that was switched on.
Hua Bei reached out and gestured to the computer screen, "Look, guys, it, it's automatically on, on."
Having a computer that turns itself on in a haunted gaming company is actually still within the players' range of acceptance, but the strange thing is that this computer is playing a game.
The kind where no one operates the keyboard and the game character plays on its own fully automatic.
Mu Yang glanced over, "Fully automated script?"
Scripting is also known as simulating a player's actions through computer commands, and is generally used for studio surrogates or for painting something repetitive, but with the risk of being warned or blocked.
He studied it a little more carefully, then was certain to, "No, it can't be scripted, this operation is at such a lousy level that a script couldn't be this stupid."
Hua Bei: "So, so is it ...... ghost? He's been beating this, this level for ages."
The players stare at the screen, not only is this a ghost, but a ghost that was scruffy in life, addicted to gaming in death, and oddly bad at it.
Why does it seem a bit bleak?
As if to confirm Mu Yang's words, the game character on the screen goes through a breathtakingly retarded routine.
"Ah-" and death.
Mu Yang pointed to the screen that had turned black and white: "You see, I don't think anyone with more intelligence than a chimp would die in this place."
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There was a moment of silence in the air.
Then, as if angered by Mu Yang's words, the computer screen began to flicker more and more frequently, even as the edges of the screen began to glow an eerie red.
It just looks very much like you want to come out and beat someone up.
Mu Yang: "......"
I'm wrong okay ...... Brother I shouldn't have mocked your game level, I just couldn't help but say the truth.
Xiao Lan looked at the computer, which was different from all the others, and asked Mu Yang: "Can you beat this level?"
Mu Yang thought about it, "...... no problem."
Xiao Lan pointed to the empty seat in front of the computer, "Go on."
The punk teenager looked at the dangerously flickering screen and then at Xiao Lan with a calm expression, so scared that his hood fell off and he had a look of disbelief all over his face, "I ......?"
Xiao Lan nodded, "Help him with his wish, it might lead to a clue."
After saying that Xiao Lan reached out and squeezed his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll take you straight away if there's any danger."
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Mu Yang, who has been set up in a clear manner: "......"
Although Xiao Lan's point is well taken, did you grow up on a diet of gold and gold rubbish? What a strong hand!
Feeling fragile in his frame, the teenager put his hands on the keyboard with sadness and started the level all over again.
At the same time, Xiao Lan's hands did not leave his shoulders, not for fear that the teenager would not cooperate, but so that he could just pick him up and run when there was any danger in the computer.
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After all, Mu Yang doesn't look like he's the type to be physically agile, and he only needs one hand to carry his opponent on the run.
Mu Yang's fingers are unusually nimble, leaping across the keyboard in almost staccato fashion.
Obviously the same character, who just now looked like a drunken man who had drunk 800 pounds, would already be flying around doing everything. The game's protagonist finally has some decency as a protagonist as he weaves through the monsters, reaping lives with precision with each slash.
I have to say that the picture looks very pleasing to the eye.
The screen's angry flickering slowly slowed and eventually returned to calm, as if it too was watching the teenager in action.
When we finally reached the boss, Mu Yang's character dodged through his opponent's attacks with ease, taking advantage of every opening to attack and hitting a very high number of combos to pass the level without injury and with the highest rating.
"Phew ......" Mu Yang exhaled, feeling like she hadn't done too badly in this round.
The ending animation began to play on the screen, announcing that the entire game had been played through.
But the players are not in the mood to pay attention to the game's plot; their attention is on their surroundings, alert to the dangers that may come at some point.
By the time the ending animation had finished playing, nothing had changed around them.
At this point, Mu Yang's hands have completely left the keyboard.
But the picture on the computer changed.
After a complicated encryption operation, a hidden chat software was opened, and a group chat called "Boss Die Die Die Association" was opened.
The mouse hovers over a page of chat logs.
The Universe's Invincible Scribe - Jo: Have you seen the new idol in the boss's office?
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Just want to play games: which one?
The Unbeatable Wind Scholar - Jo: The one he keeps in the small conference room of his office.
Just want to play games: I'm not the main program, the boss won't ask me for a separate meeting ......
It's all plaid: the boss rarely calls me for meetings either.
The Unbeatable Sassy Scholar - Jo: Gee, that's a shame haha.
The only one who is the only planner is the one who is very important to the boss, so I am often asked to go to meetings, so don't be jealous [smile]~
The owner of the statue said that it was for attracting wealth, but I thought it could be used as a prototype for the Yin Yue statue.
Don't want to eat bubble noodles: oh ......
Just want to play games: oh ......
It's all plaid: oh ......
The most important thing is that you have a lot of people who are interested in you.
[All Plaid Shirts] Move "The Unbeatable Scholar - Zhao" out of group chat
Xiao Lan's first thought after reading it was, "This planning is a real human abomination ......"
Not only did the art want to maul him, but even the programs didn't want to pick up on him.
Mu Yang touched his earring: "Now we have another clue, about the Yin Yue idol. Is this idol, the source of inspiration, the one we need to seal Cain in the end?"
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Hua Bei is a bit unsure: "But, but this isn't a real, real Yin Yue idol ......"
"For an artificially created Cain, these things that are set up to restrain it should work, because it itself appeared because of the planning design, and the weaknesses should match." Xiao Lan analysed, "After all, we can't just go into the game and pick up props."
"The idol is in the small conference room, could it be the same conference room 2 that you were sent a message to go to earlier?" Luo asked Xiao Lan.
Xiao Lan nodded, "Highly likely, I checked upstairs at the time and there weren't any other more meeting rooms outside."
Meanwhile, players remembered Xiao Lan's earlier story about being named to the conference room, and the missing programmer, and felt that this Conference Room 2 was not a good place to enter.
But in any case, this idol is a must to get in order to pass the required conditions.
Xiao Lan said, "I'm going to see the boss again."
Mu Yang and Hua Bei looked at each other with a little concern in their eyes and Mu Yang said, "Why don't we come with you?"
At this point Luo came over to Xiao Lan: "The office is limited in size, so more people may not be able to work, and there are still clues to Fu Shan's spiritual spring that we haven't found yet, so I suggest we split up and you continue to look for clues while we go upstairs to get the idol."
Xiao Lan also agreed with Luo's proposal.
The two men left the smelly office, brushed past Cheng Wenyi at the door and eventually made their way to where the stairs were.
Behind them, Cheng Wenyi holds his cat with interest in his eyes.
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It was not yet 3:44, not exactly the time for Cain to strike, and they made their way upstairs without incident.
Once more in the boss's office, Xiao Lan reached out and knocked on the closed door.
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There was no echo from inside, as if it was empty of people.
Xiao Lan knocked again: "Boss, there's something I want to talk to you about."
The boss's voice finally came out reluctantly, "What can I do for you ......"
Xiao Lan said in all seriousness, "Boss, you've been working late at night, I've made you a snack."
Luo cast a shocked look at him, surprised that his husband had the courage to mention his cooking skills, was this a tactic to put psychological pressure on the other party?
Boss: "......"
I'll be damned if I believe you, look at the flower pots by the door and the bones are still cold!!!