Chapter 19 Happy University (19)

The atmosphere was strange for a moment.

This photo looks a bit old, with yellowing on the edges and the figures having a greenish tint.

Feng Zhibei looked strange.

No wonder his performance in the game was so contradictory before...

"So what's going on now? Are the game characters rebelling?"

"almost."

B-367 stuffed the photo back into the file and winked at Feng Zhibei. "I'll tell you the details later. After all, we're looking for cooperation. Let's talk about the benefits of this for you first."

Yan Chuxue stood beside him and said calmly, "You are a commentator, right? If you don't have B-367, you will die in this dungeon."

The tone was as bland as if he was talking about what he had for breakfast today.

Yan Chuxue always manages to hit Feng Zhibei's sore spots accurately.

He tapped his solar plexus button irritably. Ever since he entered the game, both the audience and other streamers had assumed he would die.

baffling.

Yan Chuxue calmly dropped another bombshell: "Also, you don't really think you were pushed into the water and drowned, do you?"

"The wilderness has simulated your death countless times, but no matter what the process was, the ending was the same—drowning in the water, and it wasn't caused by humans."

High EQ: Non-human caused death.

Low emotional intelligence: You drowned yourself, no one pushed you.

Feng Zhibei thought about this sentence carefully and felt that something was wrong.

"Impossible, that day I clearly-"

Feng Zhibei's rebuttal suddenly stopped.

How about Mingming?

He had just celebrated his birthday that day and had returned to the Feng family's old residence. The Feng family had always regarded him as a thorn in their side, and coupled with the economic dispute case in the second half of the year, his situation became even more embarrassing.

He had no reason to go back.

Feng Zhibei's expression tightened. His past memories seemed to be shrouded in a veil, and he couldn't remember them clearly. Even the scene of his death was blurry. He only remembered the icy cold lake water and the excruciating pain in his body.

B-367 sneered, and his gentle temperament was diluted. Now his expression was exactly the same as Feng Zhibei's.

"In this world, memory is completely unreliable. With the authority of the wilderness, you can be assigned a different persona at any time, such as... a horror game commentator."

He pointed at Feng Zhibei, then at himself: "For example, a pure and motivated male college student."

Feng Zhibei: "...?"

He looked at B-367 with suspicion.

"Don't look at me like that. After all, I'm just a clone who had the misfortune of discovering part of the truth." B-367 waved his hand. "The wilderness loves making clones. Obviously, I copied you."

"All of us, including you, are guinea pigs. We are just the experimental group and you are the control group. If you really feel uncomfortable, you can treat me as your older brother."

He straightened his wind-torn hair and continued, "But let me warn you first. There's a very high chance you'll encounter other clones in the future. After all, there's the law of attraction."

Feng Zhibei pondered for a moment: "...It sounds like a very evil experiment, so why did he choose me?"

"And why should I trust you?"

Yan Chuxue replied, "Wilderness selected many people as his control group, not just you. But we haven't figured out his true purpose yet, but he always creates a lot of clones as experimental groups. I have killed four or five of them alone."

B-367 beside him shuddered exaggeratedly. "Please consider my feelings! Don't make killing clones sound as easy as drinking water, okay?"

Yan Chuxue: "Sorry."

Feng Zhibei grasped the key point of the second half, "Doesn't that mean I can kill clones too?"

"That's the problem," B-367 shook his head. "It might work in other instances, but not here. I'm already dead, and the dead can't be killed."

He looked around: "To be more precise, there is no one alive here."

Feng Zhibei: "..."

He suddenly turned around and looked at Yan Chuxue, who still had a calm look in her eyes and even had the time to take off and put on her earrings one by one.

"Memories aren't real, but death is. But you know, this is just a game, so how could there be no resurrection card?"

Yan Chuxue played with her earrings, her voice a bit lazy: "You'd better survive this copy first."

Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes. It was obvious that the other party was hiding a lot of information.

"In reality, most replicants will simply follow the storyline in the wilderness and serve as competent guinea pigs. However, there will always be a few guinea pigs who refuse to be led by the experiments."

"Unfortunately, I was one of them. Even more unfortunate was that I was discovered by the wilderness, so he created Yan Jingming to suppress me."

B-367 counted on his fingers. "I know of thousands of cloned lab rats. If we calculate the ratio to originals at 10:1, that's a lot. Of course, Wilderness has to keep his experiments under control."

"Yan Jingming has a part of the will of the wilderness within him, monitoring the movements of the entire instance, as well as B-367."

Yan Chuxue added at the right moment, spread out her hand, and the fruit knife appeared out of thin air in her palm.

"The good news is that you're here. The original body can do a lot of things. But the bad news is that we just recently detected traces of another soul in Yan Jingming. This knife is not a replica product, but a possession of that soul. He is imprisoned in the wilderness and can only follow the original character settings, just like B-367 in the replica."

Yan Chuxue seemed to have thought of something: "...By the way, his setting is a perverted university teacher with no teacher ethics."

Feng Zhibei thought of Yan Jingming's explicit look at that time and got goosebumps all over her body.

I have to say, his character really did live up to his name and he was perverted to the point of perfection.

Just another soul...

Recalling the scene when Yueying appeared, he was lost in thought.

Yan Chuxue glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Is Yan Jingming related to you? The wilderness doesn't have the ability to fabricate a person out of thin air."

Feng Zhibei's body stiffened for a moment, and he barely suppressed the intention of clasping his hands wildly, revealing a confused look: "No, I don't know him."

B-367 looked at him until he felt a little uneasy and then looked away.

He suddenly clapped his hands as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh right! Yan Chuxue was also an interpreter before he died, but he doesn't remember anything before that... Hey, do you really not remember anything at all? Tell him as much as you know. I know nothing about this kind of thing."

B-367 patted Yan Chuxue's arm.

The latter put on the last earring, frowned and thought for a long time before answering: "I basically don't remember."

"However, the restrictions on commentators are very severe throughout the game. Most commentators don't survive a single instance, and are often killed by the punishment for their final commentary. I once died in the final commentary, and I can't remember much else, just that I was dismembered alive."

Yan Chuxue's tone remained unchanged, and the bird-beak mask reflected the sunlight.

"After my resurrection, to express my gratitude to Wilderness, I spent six months finding his fastest-progressing experimental group, chopped them into pieces, and threw them into the wormhole."

Feng Zhibei: "...He didn't say anything?"

"Of course I did," B-367 replied. "He threw some body parts into the wormhole, and they happened to hit me on the head. The stink was terrible. I didn't know him at the time, so I reported him. Wilderness discovered that he had attacked two experimental groups at once, so he was punished to come and clean up the wormhole."

Feng Zhibei: "..."

Beating my teammates.jpg.

The two people on the other side did not seem to be in a very good mental state, so Feng Zhibei decided not to ask any more questions for the time being.

If we follow their "guinea pig theory", the entire game can be seen as a giant laboratory.

He looked at the highly saturated sky.

It's a thrilling experience to discover after death that you were someone else's experimental subject, but...

There is nothing more exciting than exploring the unknown.

Life was so boring when I was alive, I never thought I could have such exciting things after death.

Feng Zhibei's heart was beating violently, but he remained silent. He tucked his hair behind his ears and looked up at the two of them.

"You can cooperate, but you have to provide me with something to survive. This is my first time in the game, you don't want me to die right away, do you?"

Yan Chuxue threw the fruit knife to him and took out a folded piece of paper from her chest pocket.

"The conditions and map for triggering the wormhole are worth trying when escaping, but you might be monitored by the wilderness."

"It's best to use it less," B-367 added. "If he didn't drill wormholes every day, the wilderness wouldn't fine him every day."

He handed the file to Feng Zhibei and thought for a moment before speaking: "I wanted to tell you all the hidden plots, but you've almost finished them. I guess the plot will progress a lot after you get out. The wilderness will definitely keep a close eye on you. If you really can't solve the problem, use this."

The knife, map and information booklet all disappeared from Feng Zhibei's hands.

He raised an eyebrow, "Is that all?"

B-367: "Of course not only that, you also gained the right to ask the richest man in the wilderness this season to provide assistance for free. Add their contact information when you get out. It would be best if we could form a team... Yan Chuxue, what's with that expression on your face?"

Even though she couldn't see his entire face, Yan Chuxue's speechlessness was evident in her words.

"But let me tell you in advance, I have a lot of punishment dungeons, so I can't come on call whenever I want."

Yan Chuxue straightened her clothes and said, "If you need anything, call me by phone... Oh, you only have that little pager now, tsk. Wait until this instance is over, and I'll take you to the central area to get a phone."

Feng Zhibei looked at this partner and was even more speechless than him.

"So how do I kill Yan Jingming? I can't do it myself."

He shrugged. "I was almost drowned by him."

B-367 pointed to the sea of roses and said, "Remember that book? The one I gave you."

Yan Chuxue finished tidying up her clothes and nodded to him: "That broken book was drawn by Yan Jingming. Find a chance to burn it after you get out. Leave the rest to me."

"Yeah, use that lighter he gave you. Burn it as thoroughly as possible, and don't leave any ashes." B-367 nodded. "By the way, that wish you made was brilliant. The lake is empty now, and it can't suppress the pollution down there. I bet the wilderness must be pissed."

He looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting late. You should go out."

Feng Zhibei was puzzled. The sun in the sky had not moved at all and had always been hanging in the center of the sky. How could he conclude that it was not early?

Yan Chuxue didn't give him time to react. She put her arm around his shoulder without a word and led him in a certain direction.

Feng Zhibei's body stiffened instantly.

He looked like a programmer, but the muscles in his arms and chest were so tight that they made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"You haven't washed your hands after touching a corpse. Stay away from me!"

He struggled to push the other person away and pushed forward. Yan Chuxue was not annoyed and continued to move forward into the sea of roses.

A door appeared in the middle of the sea of flowers at some point.

Yan Chuxue was tall and walked fast. While Feng Zhibei was still carefully walking through the rose bushes, he had already gone over to open the door.

B-367 said goodbye to him from behind.

Feng Zhibei suddenly turned around, her beautiful eyes expressionless:

"Is that you in that doodle book?"

B-367 looked at him deeply, smiled and shook his head, and just said, "See you next time."

Yan Chuxue grabbed Feng Zhibei and pushed him into the door, her movements being somewhat rough.

The cursing gradually died down, the wooden door creaked shut, and the entire space fell silent again.

B-367 looked up at the extremely saturated sky and sighed.

"So perceptive...just like when I was a kid."

With every step he took, the roses withered, until the entire scene collapsed, revealing its original appearance.

This is the artificial lake of Xingfu University.

B-367 had half of his body soaked in the water, splashing the water casually with his hands.

"I told you long ago that he's not a suitable candidate for the experiment..."

The author has something to say:

Thank you everyone (bow like crazy)

I wonder if anyone noticed that 367 is actually the same as the bookshelf number.