The young researcher secretly hid the hatred in his eyes that said 'Get out of here, you abominable landmark', and stood in front of He Fang to bring him peace like the spring breeze and warm sunshine. He suppressed his fluctuating emotions, showed the most friendly and approachable smile, and tried to use gentleness to win the favor of his beloved Creator.
"Would you like us to start by asking some simple questions to test the accuracy of the polygraph?"
"Okay." But He Fang did not show any friendliness or goodwill towards the N-PC in front of him.
He Fang sat on the operating table. The table was too high and his legs were hanging in the air. He felt insecure because his legs could not touch the ground. Although he was in a sealed room, He Fang still felt a gust of cold wind behind him, as if the eyes of a devil were staring at his fragile neck.
A small magnetic disc from a polygraph has been attached to his chest. There is no means of adhesion, but it can be firmly attached to his heart. A thin connecting wire is taken out from the center of the small magnetic disc, and the end of the wire is connected to a smaller round magnetic disc, which is now attached to He Fang's cervical vertebrae.
The small polygraph would not make the wearer feel uncomfortable, but He Fang felt a little uncomfortable. The presence of the polygraph made He Fang feel strongly like he was being spied on, as if his emotions were being carefully analyzed. He Fang could not tell whether this was his own imagination.
Before putting the polygraph on him, the young researcher carefully warmed the cold polygraph with both hands. The researcher's carefulness did not let He Fang detect any hostility, so he reluctantly relaxed a little.
"What's your name?" The young researcher asked in a gentle tone, as if he was facing a timid and fearful child.
"He Fang." He Fang replied.
"Are you the creator of this city?" the researcher asked again.
He Fang thought for a moment and decided to give a negative answer to test the accuracy of the lie detector. He said, "No."
The polygraph gave a hint and He Fang changed his words: "When I said 'no' it was a lie. I am."
The polygraph stopped telling lies.
He Fang was a little surprised. This polygraph was something special.
"Do you like leeks?" The researcher seemed to have seen through He Fang's little thoughts, and with a hint of secret amusement and helplessness on his face, he continued to ask simple questions.
"I like it." He Fang shook his head. The polygraph suddenly gave a hint that he had lied first, and He Fang, who had told the truth, was puzzled.
Seeing this, the researcher reminded: "Lord City Lord, perhaps you can answer this question in more detail."
He Fang thought for a moment and said, "I don't like eating foods that use leeks as fillings, such as leek dumplings and leek dumplings, but I like leek fried eggs."
This time the polygraph didn't ring, and He Fang was amazed at its accuracy.
After several questions in a row, the polygraph showed amazing accuracy, which made He Fang feel increasingly nervous.
The questions the researchers asked were all very common, such as "What time do you go to bed?", "When was your last meal?", "Have you eaten any food you don't like in these meals?", etc. These questions directly relate to his daily life.
But every one of his answers could be accurately tested by the polygraph.
This is just a game, isn't it? Could it be that the sensor secretly monitored his daily life? Otherwise, how could he accurately judge whether what he said was true or false?
He Fang shook his head. It was impossible. If there really was a 100% lie detector, it would most likely become a military product instead of a game that ordinary people could play.
"The polygraph is performing well so far. Can I ask some more formal questions?" The researcher seemed to sense the discomfort and changed the subject directly. "If you think the experiment is not good enough, we can try it a few more times."
"That's enough." He Fang broke out in a cold sweat. It didn't feel good to be seen through by a polygraph.
He Fang ultimately attributed the eerily accurate polygraph results to big data. He would mutter about electric toothbrushes on weekdays, and would see recommendations for electric toothbrushes on a shopping app the next day. He had an alarm clock in the morning, and he had order records for takeout. Perhaps all of this information could be found online.
"Lord City Lord, do you like the city you created?" The young researcher abandoned questions that could have precise answers and chose more ambiguous and very personal questions.
He Fang did not hesitate at all and answered directly: "I like it."
After receiving the simple two-word answer, the young researcher pursed his lips slightly, with a smile as bright as a blooming flower in his eyes. He Fang was even infected by his sudden happiness, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.
"Are you willing to stay here forever?" the young researcher asked in a lively voice, like a happy child.
He Fang's nervous mood eased. A few personal inquiries made him worried, but now the questions asked by the researchers were obviously like a survey questionnaire that the official had secretly inserted into the game.
"I really hope to continue building this city, so I have been very careful and meticulous in my research." So far, He Fang's city is developing well.
After "The Rebirth of the Ruins" was launched online, the high degree of freedom of the open world was not cut off. Social phobia is not about unwillingness to communicate with others, but about not knowing how to obtain correct and healthy communication. Interacting with N-PCs in the game does not require too much thought, nor does it require facing the pressure of real people. For him, "The Rebirth of the Ruins" is a pure land.
"Can I take it that you really cherish this city and its residents?" the researcher asked excitedly.
"Of course." He Fang has put a lot of patience into this game. It took him three years to grow the town from a population of 20 to 30 to 20,000.
There have been cases where the number of players has grown at an extremely high speed, reaching tens of millions. However, due to unreasonable construction planning at the beginning, frequent city updates in the later stages have led to a huge influx of people, tight finances, and low happiness and mental health of residents. The population has rapidly lost, the crime rate has soared, and the law has become a dead letter. In the end, the city has directly become a city of death. When players go online, they see how many crimes are happening in their city and cannot save it, so they eventually take the initiative to destroy their accounts.
Having learned from past experience, He Xiang has always been serious and has been precisely controlling the birth and death rates of the population, for fear of any mistakes.
He Fang came back to his senses from his thoughts and saw the young researcher looking at him with emotion with tears in his eyes.
He Fang was stunned. Why did N-PC start crying just like that?
"With your words, I will have no complaints even if I sacrifice my life." The researcher vowed solemnly, even ready to die.
"If you can, don't die. The city's population isn't that big right now." He Fang thought the researcher was just trying to please the players, so he joked, "Anyway, if I don't do well, you guys will run away faster than anyone else, right?"
These words were like sparks falling into a pile of waste. The young researcher was instantly enraged, but even so, he was just emotional and did not dare to overstep the line. He tried hard to express his sincerity: "I will only die in the city and will never betray the city!"
"..." He Fang was startled by the excited researcher. He was not good at dealing with overly emotional people, so he just replied, "Oh."
However, the beeping of the polygraph exposed He Fang's inner disbelief despite his agreement, and the scene became extremely awkward.
Seeing that He Fang didn't believe him, the researcher paced anxiously, with a look of grievance on his perfect face.
He Fang suddenly felt that he was committing a heinous crime for not trusting his own residents. He clicked on the attributes of the young researcher in front of him and was shocked to find that his loyalty was as high as 6,000%.
He Fang gasped. The average is over 3,000, and this researcher's loyalty is twice as high as the average? !
"I believe you. I really do." He Fang suddenly felt that he was being unreasonable by doubting the researcher.
The researcher glanced at the polygraph several times with a wronged look in his eyes, and only after making sure that the other party was not lying did the situation finally clear up.
"Let's not take the test anymore." This polygraph is like a time bomb.
"Okay... uh..." The researcher who was about to agree suddenly looked away and kept looking behind He Fang. He Fang was very confused, but because of the researcher's warning of "don't look back", he didn't dare to move.
He Fang's scalp tingled at the thought of more questions, and he asked tentatively, "Anything else you want to ask?"
"Well... I have a few more questions, can you please..." The young researcher kept blinking, showing his panic.
"Oh..." Although He Fang was a little reluctant, he still agreed, "You ask."
The young researcher is now very conflicted.
Behind the Creator, the Holy Lord materialized and held up a small sign on the window: Ask my dear and beloved Creator what the criteria are for choosing a mate.
The young researcher did not want to pay attention to this Holy Lord who did nothing all day long and just wanted to show off his presence in front of the Creator.
However, the young researcher was very curious about the Creator's criteria for choosing a mate.
He was forced, he didn't do it on purpose, it's all the Holy Lord's fault.
"You...what are your criteria for choosing a partner?" The young researcher deceived himself and chose to use the unreliable man, the Holy Lord, to satisfy his own little selfish desires.
He Fang: “…”
He Fang scratched his hair awkwardly.
Keep silent.
The researcher's eyes wandered and he asked, "What color hair do you like?"
He Fang: “…”
He Fang remained silent.
The young researcher suddenly woke up from a dream during He Fang's silence, regained his clear self from his madness, walked around He Fang, walked to the window, and looked directly into the eyes of the Holy Lord.
The Holy Lord instantly understood what the young researcher wanted to do and immediately shook his head to stop him. His long golden hair was like clear and turbulent water flowing in the morning sun, expressing his rejection and reluctance.
But the young researcher's eyes were filled with ice, and he drew the curtains without mercy.
At this moment, He Fang felt the researcher's warm fingers approaching him, and he took off the polygraph fixed on his cervical spine. An apologetic voice came from behind him: "I'm sorry, Lord City Lord, I have embarrassed you. I will punish myself by handing over half a year's salary as city income."
He Fang took a breath and said, "That's not necessary..."
I had to hand over half a year's salary just because you asked two more questions?
"No, I must hand it in!" The young researcher hated his own selfish behavior. "I actually made things difficult for the city lord because of my own selfish desires. My crime is unforgivable!"
He Fang: “…”
He Fang: "...or else we should go ask Min Zhizhou first."
No one can handle it.
Who changed the subject?
When Min Zhizhou heard how to use the polygraph, he took off his shirt in front of all the researchers, revealing his muscular body.
He Fang looked at the muscles and then thought about his own appearance of a white chicken. He was glad that the polygraph test was conducted in a small room, otherwise he would have felt a little embarrassed by the comparison.
Unlike asking more personal questions to He Fang, the researchers looked at Min Zhizhou one by one as if they were looking at an emotionless information transmission machine, so cold that it made people feel cold behind their backs.
"Is there any accurate information on the origin of the Nightmare Seeds?"
"How many forms of nightmare plants do you know of so far? What is their density? How many nightmare beast seeds can the nightmare plants themselves store?"
"How do Nightmare Beast seeds increase in value?"
"What is the difference between the mobility of a life form parasitized by the Nightmare Seed and when it is not parasitized? What is the range of its activities? Is it full parasitism or partial parasitism?"
The series of questions were very detailed and completely different from the way He Fang asked them.
He Fang watched with disdain as the young researcher, who had seemed silly before, now operated a computer that he could not understand at all. He suddenly felt that this professional atmosphere was totally incompatible with him.
The researcher's flat voice sounded like a teacher teaching a class when he was a child, and He Fang began to feel drowsy.
After a long time, He Fang suddenly heard the sound of someone opening the door, accompanied by the voice of "The armor has been completely analyzed", He Fang found that he had fallen asleep in the game.
Fell asleep in the game? Is this a way for the game to quickly skip unnecessary scenes?
He was wearing a white coat that belonged to someone unknown.
At this time, the researchers had already begun to exchange their divergent thoughts after receiving the information. He Fang saw that Min Zhizhou's mouth was dry, but he couldn't get a sip of water.
He Fang secretly went to the water dispenser nearby in an attempt to show some sympathy to Min Zhizhou, but someone immediately took the disposable paper cup from his hand and said to He Fang with a gentle smile, "Lord City Lord, I'll do it. Please sit down."
He Fang looked at the gentle female researcher with disdain as she poured the water and then threw it in front of Min Zhizhou. He said coldly, "Drink."
He Fang: “…”
Min Zhizhou: “…”
The difference in treatment is so obvious that N-PC probably doesn't understand what embarrassment is.
"From the nature of the armor, we can conclude that although the characteristic of the Nightmare Seed is to attach itself to life activities and traces of activities, it must be operated by a physical entity. It cannot control non-physical entities such as wind, air pressure, and gravity. In this sense, the Nightmare Seed has a very clear entity."
"That's why the lightsaber can cause fatal damage to the Nightmare Seed."
"If you are parasitized by the Nightmare Seed, you will become a Nightmare. At the cost of a rapidly decreasing lifespan, you will gain extremely high thinking or athletic abilities. I am very curious about the operating principle of this seed."
"Just listening to the characteristics of the seeds, it seems that they are difficult to collect. We need non-man-made objects to control the nightmare beast seeds."
He Fang was confused when he heard this.
Didn't he come here to find out how to resist the invasion of the Nightmare Seeds?
Why does it seem like the topic has turned into a discussion about how to collect the Nightmare seeds for experiments?
Is this really okay?
"Everyone, there is a problem that needs your attention now." Suddenly, the young researcher looked up from the huge amount of recorded data. "From what Mr. Min just said, when he entered the Nightmare Forest outside the city, he brought five teammates with him."
Suddenly, the whole laboratory fell silent.
The young researcher analyzed the data: "After parasitizing the human body, the Nightmare Seed will control the human body, so where should Mr. Min's five teammates be now? Since Mr. Min was able to pass through the Nightmare Forest and come here, according to the data, the others... no, Mr. Min's former teammates who have become Nightmare Beasts can also come to the outskirts of the city?"
He Fang's eyes slowly widened.
He had never expected that.
Now in the Nightmare Forest near him.
There should be five surviving Nightmares!
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