The four of them discussed adjustments to the game mechanics until midnight; they could have continued talking if the sound of rain hadn't reminded them how late it was.
During this period, he wrote down each item in the plan as he went along, and Shekh would take the card and make modifications.
Aside from needing reliable players to monitor anomalies in their respective real-world counterparts, they've basically done what they were supposed to do regarding the Black Fog.
Schech restarted the game, and the game was back online in an unusually short two days. Players who had been anxiously checking their phones could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Late at night, Shi Jinzhe leaned against the headboard, holding paper and pen in his hand, brainstorming ideas for the copy.
The issue of whether existing players should stay or leave also needs to be addressed, but these people cannot be released casually. A test scenario needs to be designed, and only those who pass it are qualified to go back; those who fail will have to stay and serve like slaves.
Shekh lay down next to him playing games on his phone, which had no internet connection, and occasionally offered suggestions, "Let's add another level, preferably one with different difficulty levels and cooperation ratios, such as three people working together to complete a task, but because each person's task has a different difficulty, the results will also be different."
"You can put this in the middle or later stages." Shi Jinzhe thought for a brief two seconds and quickly put Shekh's suggestion into practice.
He drew a straight line on a piece of paper and gestured to Shekh to explain, "Imagine this is a corridor that sways from side to side, and there is a sliding door in the corridor that can only be opened when it slides to the middle."
Now we've made this door look dangerous, giving the impression of a one-way trip, but someone needs to go inside to find clues for the next stage.
Shekh leaned forward, looking up at the paper. "And then?"
"Then we let three players of similar skill levels walk this path. To enter this door, two people need to stand on the left and right sides to balance the position of the door. The task of these two people is like sitting on a seesaw. Apart from being tiring, there is not much danger."
On the surface, the third person seems to be in the most danger, but in reality, this sliding door is a lifeline; opening it allows them to leave.
Shi Jin wrote down the serial numbers and said, "If the three people voluntarily assign tasks, it is considered qualified; if the third person takes the initiative to suggest that he enter the room, it is considered qualified; if the third person is willing to come back and exchange positions, it is considered qualified; other situations will depend on the specific circumstances."
For a door to open, two people must balance their positions. This means that once a third person leaves, the remaining two people lose their chance to leave. This task allocation is a true test of human nature. The standards vary depending on the situation. In a survival game, being able to refrain from shirking responsibility or taking on tasks is, in essence, a saint with decent abilities.
Shi Jinzhe said, "This is just a rough idea. What do you think?"
Shekh nodded. "I think you have the potential to be a villain; it's really despicable."
It's a series of interconnected schemes, all rife with underhanded tactics, no less sophisticated than the previous system, and the chosen successor to the game.
Shi Jin put the origami aside, saying, "I'm very sad that you said that to me."
Shekh tilted his head back to avoid his kiss. "Let's just erase the memory altogether."
"Newcomers are fine, but those who have been here for a long time are not. Veteran players have physical and mental memories. When they remember things in the game, they can consciously restrain themselves. But if they don't remember, it would be troublesome if someone played a joke on them and triggered a conditioned reflex to retaliate. So, a moral rating is essential."
"Your use of the word 'morality' sounds very unreliable."
“Using merit points is fine too.” Shi Jinzhe pulled the phone out of her hand. “This is for existing players. Players who die and re-enter the game later don’t need this step.”
"Why? How can you be so hypocritical?"
Shi Jinzhe said in a casual tone, "Because the target score I wanted to achieve was one million."
"?" Shekh was being pulled in that direction by his arm, his voice laced with disbelief, "Do you have a million points?"
"No."
"So you never intended for later players to leave the game, did you?"
"They're already dead, so bringing them back to life isn't that easy. If success becomes too easy, its value diminishes. So this path is bound to be extremely difficult, but as long as you persevere, you'll not only succeed but also enhance your own worth..."
"Stop," Sheikh covered his mouth, "Is this how you usually fool your employees?"
I strongly suspect that Mu Bai doesn't want his heart because he thinks it's black-hearted.
"This won't work on those old hands. I won't say it, because if I do, they'll just badmouth me behind my back."
"Aren't you afraid the players will curse you?" Sheh withdrew her hand, saying that she should just talk and not take the opportunity to kiss her palm.
"They can't affect me by cursing me. Let them curse, they can't hit me anyway. My beautiful wife will protect me."
"You won't be affectionate with me even if you compliment my looks."
Shi Jinzhe pressed down on her hand, which was reaching for her phone. "Today you're my beautiful wife, tomorrow I'll be my smart wife, the day after tomorrow I'll be my adorable wife, and the day after that I'll be..."
"I don't have a wife."
Shi Jinzhe left her speechless, and she quietly looked at Shekh.
After their eyes met for three seconds, he awkwardly turned his head to look at the wall, and when he turned away, he even sighed in a pretentious manner.
Shekh tilted his head to observe him, his eyes half-closed, looking at the wall and the bed, but not at himself.
The frequency of blinking is artificially reduced over time, causing the eyelashes to tremble slightly with the rise and fall of breathing, making it look as if the person is suffering from a level 10 heartbreak.
She picked up the flowers from the vase by her bedside, folded them gently in her hand, arranged them at the right angle, and asked expectantly, "Will you shed tears?"
Shi Jinzhe turned back listlessly; he was just pretending to be pitiful, he didn't actually want to cry.
"Does my tears arouse your lust?"
Shekh's actions showed he was very capable; he hooked his arm around Shekh's neck and looked away.
"...I haven't cried yet."
"I get distracted and excited just thinking about it."
Shi Jinzhe found it hard to understand what excited her about this quirk, but when Shehe spoke to him with his lips barely touching hers, it was hard to concentrate on the question.
She had her own way of expressing affection, a gentle and delicate kiss that proceeded slowly, her hand, which was interspersed in his hair, brushed it back to reveal his full profile.
His lips moved upwards, bringing a delicate touch, and his breathing became rhythmic as they whispered in each other's ears. Sher buried his face in his shoulder and began his invitation with "I missed you so much."
Shi Jinzhe lightly tapped her lower back with his fingers, then hesitated and said, "It's not convenient here."
"Why…"
Shi Jinzhe tilted his chin toward the wall, reminding her that someone was next door.
His beloved father had an extraordinary sense of perception; even a safe house was useless. Mu Bai could clearly see him turning over on this side.
"Ah..." Sheh slumped over Shi Jinzhe like a dead snake, looking very regretful, but what she said was, "How can you still have a sense of shame?"
"...Shouldn't I have it?"
I've never seen that on you.
"You kissed me the first time we met, we're pretty much the same."
Shekh straightened up. "Snakes can sleep anytime, but words can't be spoken carelessly."
"Think about it again."
"I don't remember, tell me."
I won't tell you.
Shi Jinzhe turned off the light, and Shehe's vision went black. He was lifted off the bed, and the words he was about to say turned into a question, "Are you going out?"
"yes."
It's raining outside.
"That's perfect. You miss me, don't you? When your face is covered in water, you can watch me cry my heart out."
Shekh: "...Nonsense."
Then, with a lift of his leg, he followed Shi Jinzhai out the door.
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