"The weakness of the arm wall is three inches below the armpit."
"The abnormally high humidity in that passageway may indicate that the trap has been triggered..."
"Brother Bear, quickly smell the left! Yes! There's a dangerous smell coming from that direction!"
"Oh dear, little rabbit, don't go that way! That's a dead end..."
As she observed, she muttered to herself unconsciously, as if she were giving a commentary to the audience.
The job is easy, but the mental pressure is immense. It's like watching a horror movie of battle royale where you can't interfere, and it's being broadcast live with a 100% mortality rate.
It's so frustrating, so incredibly frustrating.
As Zi Xi stared at the tragic scenes of other survivors struggling to survive on the screen, an extremely daring idea suddenly popped into her head.
This computer, I was able to change the nickname just now.
Are there any hidden features?
For example, sending a bullet comment.
Her fingers moved slowly and unconsciously toward the keyboard.
"Brother Leopard, can you see the comments? There's a reflection on the wall to your left! It might be an exit sign!"
It was no use; the other side couldn't see her comments at all.
There are indeed many buttons at the bottom of the screen, but she doesn't dare to press them randomly yet.
Who knows if randomly pressing buttons might trigger some self-destruct program, or attract the attention of the newspaper's bigwigs?
Zi Xi took a deep breath, suppressing her chaotic thoughts, and refocused her attention on the screen, especially on the image of the olfactory master.
Work must go on.
"So, does the food come or not?"
Zi Xi asked the empty room in a voice only she could hear, but as expected, there was no reply.
Over the next few days, Zi Xi kept thinking about how to save the remaining people.
This wasn't because she suddenly developed a saintly heart, but rather due to the most basic strategic considerations.
There is strength in numbers; even if they are all cannon fodder, they can hold out a little longer.
Observing them is also the most direct way to collect vortex rules.
As a result, Zixi's room became an extremely bizarre live-streaming control center.
Zi Xi compiled these into electronic notes, which she named the Vortex Survival Manual.
She was so busy that she didn't notice that some butterfly effect was beginning to occur.
For example, there was a time when the little rabbit was about to be swept away by tentacles that stretched out from the corner.
Suddenly, the lights in her area flickered erratically, and her tentacles paused for a second as if disturbed, causing the rabbit girl to scramble away.
"Huh? Even the faulty electrical connections in this crappy place are this intelligent?"
Zi Xi was puzzled.
On another occasion, Brother Bear was trapped in a dead end, with a wall of knives slowly closing in front of him.
In his desperation, he pounded on the wall with his palm, and a loose brick suddenly fell down, revealing an extremely narrow passage behind it, just big enough for him to squeeze through.
"...The quality of this construction is absolutely terrible! But... thank goodness?"
Does Zi Xi want something to happen to them? But isn't that a bit too strange?
Could the ruler of this small world be an orc who retains humanity, or perhaps a human?
"Sigh, if only there were a map preview function, this is like the blind men and the elephant..."
This is the most outrageous part; Zi Xi was just muttering to herself in front of the screen once.
As soon as he finished speaking, a tiny radar icon flickered almost transparently at the edge of the computer screen.
After clicking on it, it turned out to be an extremely simple small map that covered the current locations of the nine people and some terrain.
Although it only lasted for five seconds before disappearing, and I have never been able to bring it up again since.
"Dude? A hidden feature? A bug? Or am I hallucinating from staying up all night?"
Zi Xi slammed her hand on the table, but she still disappeared.
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