Chapter 1906: Fundamentalist Copy
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Yu Yuan put the [Hongyan Family Letter] back into the corpse's trouser pocket, and looked at Allan Poe turning his eyes back at him.
…In just these tens of seconds, something happened, but he couldn't think of what happened for a while.
Lin Sanjiu wrote the half sentence "I suspect there is between them" on the paper. As for what was between them, he waited for a while but didn't wait for anything-when he looked up again, he noticed it. Allan Poe seemed to have done something when he was just distracted to "read" [Hongyan's Book].
What did he do?
In just a few dozen seconds, Poe has been quietly silent, just swiping the cursor on his big screen, seeming to be thinking in a trance. The big screen is the terminal he used to write the game. It looks like a projection cloth; because the game in his hand has just begun, only the first sentence is written on that big screen-"Venue: convenience outside the residential area." shop".
"If you don't rush back, we can talk a little longer," Poe patted the female corpse affectionately twice. Of course, he obviously didn't think it was a female corpse. "Come on, when I restore the layout of the room, we will sit on the sofa and talk."
"No need." Yu Yuan looked down at the hand being photographed, and took it off the table where the drink was placed. Allan Poe has just successively restored the "working environment" he used to write games, but he can't see why he did it-Allan Poe doesn't seem to be writing games now, so write the terminal Why do you take it out?
…Is it a coincidence?
Allan Poe did something quietly, and at the same time, Lin Sanjiu couldn't write halfway through. It has been a while now, but she never heard from her.
…It seems that his mission is not over yet.
This kind of help is needed everywhere, so that people who have finally mixed into the new game conference can really help him get rid of his data body identity in turn? It really makes people feel unreliable.
When Yu Yuan thought of this blankly, Poe had already set up the sofa again. His words seemed to be thrown directly from the palm of his hand, and even Yu Yuan could not see their movements clearly; when the sofa materialized, Allan Poe fell into it, patted the position next to his thigh, and laughed: "Come, come, sit and say."
If you want to speak out, you have to let him go first.
Yu Yuan referred to the performance of female human beings when they signaled to male human beings. He raised his hand and pulled his hair behind his ears. Considering that he was not proficient in mastering the fine muscles of the face, he didn't try to smile, just lowered his head slightly, and said : "You are so proficient in using words."
Allan Poe let out a grin.
"You should have been here for a long time?"
"Seven or eight months," Poe folded his legs, leaned back, and said, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me and I will teach you. Come on, sit down."
It's a corpse anyway, you don't mind and I don't mind.
Holding this idea, Yu Yuan sat down beside him, Poe's arm resting on the back cushion behind him. "Are you familiar with Zhou Xian?"-Lin Sanjiu's words may be to remind him of the relationship between Zhou Xian.
"He? He is not very familiar. I don't have much contact with him except that everyone gathers together and occasionally exchanges about their games."
So what does Lin Sanjiu mean?
"How do you communicate your games?" Yu Yuan asked. He didn't forget to look at Poe with intent eyes, as if the other party was "War and Peace" with one mouth. He took a risk when he asked this question, but considering that the dead girl was a newcomer, maybe—
"Didn't you also communicate?" Poe frowned.
…Unexpectedly, he just took a risk and hit the iron plate.
Yu Yuan blinked a few times, opened his mouth slightly, and tried to be surprised. "Ah? Did I have one? Oh, could it be that-"
"Yeah," Poe's line between his eyebrows deepened, and he moved a little back, as if suddenly wanted to look at him again. Yu Yuan could recognize that this was the expression of a human being when he was suspicious, although the other party might not have thought that the object of the conversation with him was a dead person. "Aren't you there that day, everyone gathered in the rotunda in the afternoon, and you also told about the first game you wrote."
"Say you don't laugh at me," Yu Yuan lowered his head, let his long hair hang down, pretending to be embarrassed, and said, "It was the first time that day, so I was very nervous. I thought it was a work report at the time. Something like...you talk about communication, I think it's like people usually chat when designing games."
Allan Poe relaxed visibly, and put his arm back again.
"It turned out to be so," he said with a laugh, "usually there is nothing to say. They wouldn't tell you the truth. Actually, we have to arrange this kind of exchange gathering once a week. Why, we average out a week. A game, then you need to share your game with everyone. In this way, in the future, if we are unlucky and are sent out, we can also avoid games written by each other."
"Generally speaking, who is responsible for the arrangement? Was that a fixed time last time?"
"Everyone is discussing it. Someone has mentioned it in about a week. See when everyone is free that day..."
Yu Yuan was startled, and then suddenly sat upright. He knew what Lin Sanjiu's unfinished sentence was—they had contact information.
This is why Poe took out the tools he used to write games when he clearly didn't write games; he must have sent some news to others through it—just think of what's happening around him now that it's worth talking about. Yu Yuan knew that Lin Sanjiu's cover had been exposed.
She didn't finish the second half of the sentence, probably because the situation did not allow it. Suppose someone casts a text restricting personal freedom on her, and then informs another person to solve her...
He can't stay here any longer. Yu Yuan stood up and knocked away the hand that Poe had just brought up; facing his somewhat surprised look, Yu Yuan thought of an excuse: "I suddenly remembered that there was still a problem in my second game. Go back and have a look."
Allan Poe was a little lost at the moment. He stretched out his hand and wanted to pull him. He said, "Are you in a hurry? Or should I go and see with you?"
"Alright, let's go now," Yu Yuan thought for a while, and decided to hold him temporarily so that he could become a prop to open the door for himself. When Allen Poe heard that he agreed, he was happy, and the muscles on his face flew with tremors. He jumped up and walked to the door with Yu Yuan.
Yu Yuan deliberately stepped back and let him open the door for himself.
"What's the content of your second game?" Poe said as he walked out, "It wasn't me that said, your first game is too soft and gentle. Although it is not bad, but the writing is mediocre. Light things are meaningless."
"Oh? Why is it too soft?" Yu Yuan subconsciously responded.
"The people who died in the plot of your apartment didn't really die after the game ended," Allan Poe complained, "They just went crazy and acted in a scene. What will happen afterwards? How is it... this is not challenging."
If Yu Yuan were to be shocked by the emotion of "surprise", he probably should have planted it now.
As a data entity, he had to slow down for a few seconds before slowly asking: "So you remember the game in my apartment. Where do you think is better?"
…There are so many apartments in this world, but it is still not certain that this apartment is the other apartment.
"Why don't you remember. When you newcomers first came, the games you designed were generally less salty and not indifferent." Poe suggested, "If you want me to see, you can completely change it into a survival game, with the outside world. All the materials that came in were invalid. Eight people went in, and only four people's survival materials were given. There were constant disasters... Ah, yes, the role of the goddess, you can let her continue to predict disasters. Let me tell you, they I like to deal with the person who delivers the bad news first..."
Yu Yuan's hand was in his trouser pocket, and he tightly grasped the [Hongyan Family Letter].
The creator of the game who captured Ji Shanqing, turned out to be this dead person?
Chapter end
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