This is a vast castle with a maze-like interior. A complete tour would take at least half a day, not to mention the many magical secret passages hidden within. If this second-order mirror person hid Zi Wei in a secret passage, how would anyone find him?
And the possibility that the Mirror Man hid Zi Wei in the secret passage is as high as ninety-nine percent!
In this case, let alone finding Zi Wei within 24 hours, even if the Lord God gave everyone another ten days or half a month, it would still be difficult to find Zi Wei!
Zhao Feng walked outside the castle, gazing at the behemoth hidden in the thick fog. He spoke with a trembling heart, "The second clearance requirement only says to take your teammates with you, not that every one of you must leave. If we don't find Zi Wei, but instead manage to keep the score high, we can still pass, right?"
Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone could understand what he meant.
If they really couldn't find Zi Wei, they would give up the search. After all, one person's life could not compare to everyone else's.
It is impossible for everyone to be buried with Zi Wei.
In the end, Zi Wei will curl up somewhere in this ancient castle, and after the copy is sealed, he will slowly die in darkness, fear and despair.
Dalong couldn't imagine such a scene. He glared at Zhao Feng, his teeth grinding, but he also knew that he couldn't change these people's minds or control the outcome.
He can't find the person he wants to find.
We also need to find a way to control the integral, so we must create a few more mirror people for experiments. This is a very manpower-consuming and time-consuming project.
The two projects were being carried out simultaneously, requiring two separate teams of people, and the larger team would inevitably be involved in the experiments. This meant that there would be fewer people searching for Zi Wei, and the chances of finding him would be even slimmer.
Dalong, whose heart was filled with infinite hope, suddenly turned gloomy again.
Seeing everyone gathered to discuss the division of labor, he didn't go over to join in. Instead, he wandered around the hall like a headless chicken, pounding on the walls and tearing up the portraits, frantically searching for the secret passage. He didn't care about the mirror experiment, he just wanted to get the hedgehog back!
Zhuang Li explained the experiment to everyone, asking them to pick the weakest few, go to the basement, and create a mirror image. They would then tie up the mirror image and throw it in front of a mirror, creating a second, third, and even fourth mirror image. They would then trap the first mirror image and not kill it, but would find the second, third, and fourth mirror images and kill one each to see how the scores would change.
Once you have mastered the basic rules of adding and subtracting fractions, you can just calculate the points and then pick out a few mirror images to eliminate.
This is actually a fairly simple math problem. The difficulty lies in controlling many mirror people at the same time and preventing them from causing trouble.
Therefore, this task could only be assigned to the exceptionally strong Huangmao, Xiaodao, and Zhao Feng, with Xu Yingying, Lin Zimu, and Heiyu serving as test subjects. They were the weakest, and their clones were the easiest to handle.
The only ones who could spare the time to look for Zi Wei were Li Xue, Xuan Ming, Zhuang Li and Da Long.
It is obviously impossible for four people to find Zi Wei hidden in the ever-changing magic secret passage within just twenty-four hours.
Unable to find any secret passages, Dalong sat on the spiral staircase, anxiously crying. He stared at Zhuang Li and begged, "Captain, please think of a solution! You're so smart, you must have a solution! I beg you to save the hedgehog! If you can get him out, I'll be your slave for the rest of my life!"
He ran down the stairs and kowtowed to Zhuang Li several times.
Hedgehog was his comrade-in-arms, a life-and-death comrade with whom he had been through thick and thin, and their bond was closer than that of a brother. Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed over to help Hedgehog without hesitation, knowing that Hedgehog was about to lead a newbie through a dungeon and might end up getting himself killed.
Xuanming could completely understand Dalong's feelings. If something happened to Huangmao and Xiaodao, he would also give up all his dignity just to save them.
He looked at Zhuang Li and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"
Zhuang Li pondered, "Do I have a solution? It depends on the construction principle of the magic secret passage. When building the magic secret passage, should there be enough width in the wall for one person to pass through?"
Xu Yingying, who happened to understand the principle behind this, quickly raised her hand and said, "We need to leave some width, and we also need to carve magic patterns inside the wall!"
Zhuang Li clapped his hands and said, "Very good, then I have a solution."
Dalong quickly looked up, ecstatically gazing at Zhuang Li. He knew this man would have a solution! He could do anything!
"What do you have in mind?" Xuan Ming asked.
"Carry me on your back and quickly circle the castle. Let me calculate its volume based on its outline. Then, take me inside to quickly measure the interior. Based on the discrepancies between the measured volumes of each corridor and room, we can deduce the location of the secret passage. Let's break down every wall that hides the secret passage, making it untraceable. That way, we can probably find Zi Wei."
This is the dumbest method, but it is better than trying your luck everywhere.
Xuan Ming immediately squatted down: "Come up."
The two ran out the door and disappeared into the thick fog.
Dalong sat on the ground, exhausted. Great! The hedgehog is saved!
Huangmao and Xiaodao took a group of people to do an experiment.
Zhuang Li and Xuan Ming returned quickly and searched the castle again, figuring out the location of the secret passage. They then wrote a large "demolition" character on each wall that needed to be chiseled. They also searched every room, but found no trace of Zi Wei.
Li Xue spat at her iron fist and sighed, "I don't think I'm here to play a dungeon. I'm here to be a demolition worker."
Dalong: "...Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard." Li Xue smashed a wall with one punch, and then walked to the next wall with ease.
Dalong: “…” I’d better kowtow a few more times. It seems that kowtow is of no use at all.
Xuanming was also an expert at demolishing walls. He quickly demolished all the secret passages on the first floor and turned to the second floor.
By the last hour of the last day, the score was firmly controlled at 15, and Xuan Ming carried the dying Zi Wei out of a secret passage.
His hands and feet were tied, his coat was stripped off, a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and Xuanming covered his eyes with a layer of gauze to protect him from the strong light.
Dalong rushed over, hugged Ziwei and burst into tears. This time he was really scared!
Zi Wei also whimpered excitedly.
Zhuang Li looked at the countdown and urged, "Stop crying and quickly carry him to the door."
Everyone hurriedly carried the person to the door and walked out of the iron gate together.
In an instant, the sky darkened, and the wooden sign hanging on the iron gate fell to the ground with a clang and broke into two pieces.
After a long moment, a cold voice finally rang out from all directions, its tone very reluctant: "Congratulations on passing the level. You can go to the basement to claim your rewards."
Return to the basement? Could this be a trick? Everyone looked at Zhuang Li, awaiting his decision.
"Go back." Zhuang Li waved his hand.
He was never afraid of taking risks.
Xuan Ming held his hand tightly.
So the group returned to the basement, but stood in a place where the magic mirror could not reflect, to prevent being copied.
At this moment, the dust on the magic mirror fell off instantly, revealing a mercury surface as clean as new. Wave-like patterns spread layer by layer on this surface, and then slowly formed some mottled images.
After a few seconds, the image went from blurry to clear, like a movie.
Everyone couldn't help but move closer and watch the movie intently.
On the mirror, a group of people stepped through the iron gate and looked up at the ancient castle. They must have been players who had visited this dungeon before. This magic mirror faithfully recorded their entire journey to their doom.
Time kept passing, and teams entered the iron gate one after another. Each team was lured to the magic mirror, copied, assassinated, and replaced. They watched the score on the task manager decrease in panic, but they could not find the reason.
One by one, they were dragged into the darkness. The lookalikes first severed their limbs, then placed their hands over their heads and stole their memories.
Having obtained all the memories of the original, none of the mirror images revealed any flaws.
As a result, no team could escape alive. They trusted their teammates, but were inevitably killed by them.
Zi Wei whispered, "My memory was stolen in the same way."
Everyone looked at him with lingering fear, and then moved closer, just to see this extremely desperate scene clearly.
"Isn't this person leading the team Feng Yang, the God of Wind?" Zi Wei said in horror, pointing at a handsome man who suddenly appeared in the mirror.
Zhao Feng and the others gasped in surprise.
Even Xuan Ming was gloomy for a moment, then sighed, "So he died here."
"Who is Feng Yang?" Zhuang Li asked in his ear.
"He is the only ordinary player who has been promoted to SSS level. His status in the human world is probably similar to that of a god." Xuan Ming explained in a low voice.
"He is our God!" Zi Wei said firmly, and then his eyes turned red.
Dalong also turned his head away and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. They covered their faces, unable to bear to watch the scene of Feng Yang being killed, because he was the first person to step into the basement and be copied.
But his mirror image did not kill him first. Instead, he used the cover of the secret passage to kill his teammates one by one, and let the mirror images that appeared later replace these teammates and lurk beside Feng Yang.
Feng Yang searched for the reason for the deduction, but he couldn't find the answer. During those seven days, he encountered no danger, yet felt a despair he'd never experienced before. Knowing the end was imminent, yet unable to find a way to escape, it felt like being suspended by a thin thread over an abyss.
He began to become impatient, anxious and confused.
When the last day arrived, he said to his brothers with red eyes and deep guilt: "I'm sorry, I promised to bring you out of every dungeon alive, but now, I may not be able to do it."
He bent down, bowed deeply to his teammates, and then stretched out his arms, trying to hug everyone one last time.
But his teammates simultaneously drew their weapons and stabbed him in the body.
His heart, abdomen, temples, and every vital part of his chest and back were oozing with blood. He slowly knelt in the thick blood, straining his eyes to look at the faces of each of his teammates. He asked in deep sorrow, "Why?"
Two lines of blood-stained tears slowly slid down his pale face. He had never known what it was to cry, but in the end, he could no longer suppress the pain in his heart.
He didn't understand why he had been betrayed like this. He had lived his life with a clear conscience and treated others with sincerity. He couldn't understand...
This scene may be the most despairing in his life.
More desperate than death.
He examined these once familiar, but now unfamiliar faces one by one, and asked again with difficulty: "Why?"
He died with regrets because he didn't get the answer.
At this moment, his mirror image came out carrying a blood-stained sack, smiling evilly.
Feng Yang's eyes, filled with tears and blood, shrank to the size of a needle in shock. This scene plunged him into unprecedented confusion.
The chaos of dying, the chaos of the characters, the chaos of the truth, everything is chaos.
He stared at this person who looked exactly like him and began to spit out blood.
His mirror image threw the sack on the ground, and the bag opened, revealing the contents piled inside. They were heads stained with blood, and the faces of these heads could perfectly match those of the fourteen teammates standing in front of Feng Yang.
Feng Yang's face turned pale with horror, and blood spurted out wildly. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.
He doesn't understand!
He never figured out what was going on until his death.
His eyes were wide open, tears and blood suddenly surged, his hair was grabbed by his own mirror image, his neck was slowly cut, and his head was thrown into a sack. His eyes were still wide open, staring at the sky with extreme unwillingness.
A legendary figure fell in this way.
The mirror images that had joined forces to kill him formed a circle and began a frantic dance, their faces slowly twisting into shapes of fangs and green faces. They were a group of demons!
Zi Wei and Da Long cried as they watched, their grief uncontrollable. Zhao Feng and the others also had tears in their eyes and were trembling all over.
Xuan Ming covered the little devil's eyes and sighed softly.
The hero's end is so tragic.
Suddenly, the dancing demons heard the footsteps of another group of people approaching, so they disappeared in an instant, leaving only Feng Yang's mirror image picking up the heavy sack and slowly walking back to the castle.
He left behind a trail of bright red footprints, which extended little by little into the depths of the castle.
Seeing this, Zhao Feng and the others shuddered in unison. They remembered the bloody footprints they had seen when they first entered the castle.
So this is how they are made!
So scary!
No amount of imagination could make them realize even one ten-thousandth of the despair and terror Feng Yang felt when he was dying.
The next group of people that appeared made Zi Wei scream again, "It's the Brain God!"
Well, this is another person who was once a powerful figure.
Xuan Ming whispered in Zhuang Li's ear, "Brain God is also an ordinary player, SS level, second only to Feng Yang. He is extremely intelligent and has a superior IQ, so he was named Brain God."
Zhuang Li nodded and guessed, "Then he should be able to find the flaws in this game."
As it turned out, the Brain God was worthy of being the Brain God. He realized that his girlfriend had been replaced, so he led her into a dark place and tried to force her to tell him where her real girlfriend was.
Unexpectedly, the mirror image suddenly attacked him, and the two began to fight. Another mirror image brought the remaining team members over and slandered the Brain God, saying that he was possessed by an evil spirit and even wanted to kill his girlfriend.
Facts speak louder than words. No matter how Brain God explains, no one believes him anymore.
To make matters worse, the mirror man dragged out several corpses from the secret passage, and the corpses were covered with wounds that could only be caused by the Brain God's tricks.
In reality, these wounds were inflicted by his lookalike.
The Brain God discovered the abnormality of his girlfriend, but failed to discover the abnormality of others, and was unable to explain the truth to everyone in the shortest time, eliminate the evil things, and eliminate the hidden dangers.
His indecision allowed these evil creatures to spread rumors and mislead the troops, causing disputes and leading to melee.
Brain God was in a state of utter innocence. He was being hunted by his own teammates, and then by his Mirror Man. He didn't know who he could trust, who was who, and he was even confused about who he was.
Although he was smart, he was also in extreme confusion.
Having lost the trust of his teammates, he had lost everything. He could only curl up in a dark corner, muttering his girlfriend's name.
In the end, his own mirror image cut off his head and raised it to the sky, becoming a tribute to the devil. His blood spilled onto the mirror image, bathing it in blood and creating another set of bloody footprints.
Strings of bloody footprints extended into the depths of the castle, luring team after team to death, like a cycle that could never be escaped.
The description on the wooden sign was completely accurate. This was indeed a hell and a grave for countless players.
Xuan Ming pointed at the bloody massacres in the mirror and asked, "Do you still think this instance is as simple as a company team building?"
Without the little devil, this group of people can only use their own heads to participate in this team building!
Everyone: "..." What made them have such a ridiculous illusion?
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