"Don't you find it inexplicable? Do you think you are doing the right thing? Why do you vent your anger on others without your own initiative? And take away other people's lives without your own initiative?" - "Dark World" npc quotation

“It’s really a pleasant thing to see you suffer.”

The editor-in-chief's mouth slightly, and his purpose has been exposed, so there is no need to worry about anything. Just follow your heart. But to be honest, watching the murderer who killed his husband suffer in this game is indeed a very happy thing.

Crazy.

Feng Heng’s first thought was to think that this woman was crazy!

This woman is fucking crazy!

"Shut up the fuck."

Feng Heng has no intention of listening to this crazy woman's speech now. He only wants to find the fourth person, that is, the one who found the rule guess, holding flowers in his hand. As long as he finds this guy and crushes him, he can complete the final exam.

Continuing to drive in the forest, Feng Heng was in circles around it, trying to find the fourth person.

The sound came from the radio in the car audio, and Feng Heng frowned.

Could it be that the fourth person appeared?

This slowed him down and his eyes wandered around the dark space.

"It seems like there is another sound on the radio."

"It seems you have found the fourth person?" The editor raised his eyebrows.

"No, it's the man with glasses!"

Feng Heng heard it clearly, and heard the sound in the car audio clearly.

"No, little girl!?"

"No, I've become an old lady again!"

Indeed, the sound in the car audio gradually became louder. Although they were all chanting the same word, the sounds were intertwined, without any difference, and it sounded even more weird and frightening.

"The sound is getting louder and louder, what's going on?"

"It seems that they are all here to find you." The editor-in-chief continued to look at all Feng Heng's performance, his face full of fun.

She felt that she was relaxed when she was playing with the murderer.

Feng Heng doesn't care what this crazy woman thinks now. He just wants to escape from here now.

However, what he saw next made him even more frightened.

The inexplicable emotion that suddenly surged in his heart, coupled with the sudden appearance of several figures in the dark, made him tend toward that emotion.

"Tombstone, they are talking about tombstones!?"

Feng Heng slowly stopped the car he was driving and stopped in the middle of a group of people.

The black figure gradually surrounded, as well as the expressionless clone gradually appeared under the high beam, and the withered and rotten branches and leaves, the black wind blew the entire forest. Although Feng Heng did not feel it, cold sweat was already venting behind him.

"They were all standing beside me and looking at me out of the car window."

"Maybe they are looking for a tombstone for you, or maybe they want to set you up a tombstone, and I prefer the latter."

The editor-in-chief said slowly that she has now become a bystander and the feeling of hanging up high without any matter.

Feng Heng suddenly realized a problem. Their bodies were dead. Are these people he saw with his own eyes humans or ghosts?

If the body dies, then they all have self-awareness. Now, based on their performance just now, how can normal people not blink for five minutes? So are these guys slaves or normal people?

"Are they humans or ghosts?"

"I said, they are all unconscious slaves." The editor-in-chief continued after pondering for a while, "No, now it seems that what you see may be slaves."

Slaves of slaves?

Banned dolls!

"It's very simple. After the human body dies, if the hair and nails are taken from his body, a slave with self-personality can be cloned, and then the hair and nails on the slave's body can be cloned, and unconscious slaves can be cloned. In this way, even if the human body dies, unconscious slaves can be cultivated."

"So that's the case. I'm not so afraid of saying this. The current behavior of these three slaves is just following the instructions?"

"Of course, those broadcast sounds are just emitted from the radio transmitters they installed."

Although he had a lot of opinions about this crazy woman, some things this guy said were indeed a very important clue for him.

However, time is almost over, so what's the use of telling him this?

However, Feng Heng did not give up because the score at the end of this dungeon was calculated based on his own performance in the game of the dungeon.

This is his only motivation now.

Because what does the performance in the game represent?

Continue to use math problems as an example. Although you did not solve the final correct answer, you wrote the steps. If these steps are correct, you can score points, so Feng Heng did not give up on the idea of ​​continuing to find the fourth person.

However, Feng Heng still felt something was wrong.

"Why did you tell me this?"

"Because I want to see if you can solve the last puzzle." The editor-in-chief smiled playfully.

"So, the tombstone they mentioned should actually be the prompt given to me by the game designer."

Since they knew that the sounds on them were actually emitted by the radio transmitter, Feng Heng gradually had an outline of the answer in his heart.

"I know where the fourth person is."

"Tell me quickly?" the editor-in-chief asked, looking very curious.

"A tombstone with flowers."

Feng Heng paused and told all the guesses in his heart. Anyway, there was not enough time. Instead of holding it in his heart, it would be better to call all his guesses on the screen of his mobile phone and send them out.

After all, if you change to a math exam, the invigilator will not be able to read the mind. No matter how many steps you think of in your heart, it is better to write it on paper. In this way, the teacher who drafts the paper can find some key points in it to give you points.

"I have all killed these three people, and the fourth one is the same. He is your deceased husband, and the tribute to be crushed is the bouquet of flowers placed in front of the tombstone three days ago."

"Hahahahahahaha!"

After hearing Feng Heng's reasoning, the editor-in-chief couldn't help laughing wildly, and she went crazy.

"I originally thought that the warden arranged you into the escape game and I could watch you suffer as a bystander, but I didn't expect that in the escape game, I myself was also a part of the game. Speaking of which, this game designer is really interesting, hahahahaha!"

"It's a pity that I can't get to that tombstone anymore. It's almost an hour long, and the email address is only the last meaning."

Feng Heng checked the situation in his car now and found that everything was too late, so he could only sigh and collapse in his seat.

After the editor-in-chief laughed, he continued to tap on his phone with a playful smile.

"It's such a pity. By the way, the one standing at the bridge is not me, it's also a slave, but I gave it a blinking order."

"I just knew."

Feng Heng did not show a surprised expression. He had known this fact in his heart.

When he drove the car to the bridge and shone the high beam on the crazy woman, he sent a message to her to look at her phone, but she did not lower her head and blinked constantly. When the message was still sent as usual, Feng Heng already knew that the figure in front of him was not this crazy woman.

[System prompt: The game time is up and the game ends.]

"Sadly, the player failed to escape."

After seeing the guard's unique white bubble, Feng Heng felt a little regretful. If he had thought of it earlier, perhaps this additional question could have been completely completed. The exam was over perfectly, but he did not pass it perfectly when he came to this additional question.

It's a pity, indeed.

But suddenly Feng Heng thought of something, or perhaps the instinctive idea of ​​the role he played was the role.

"I have the last three questions."

This sentence was said to the crazy woman.

For some reason, this idea came to Feng Heng's mind, maybe it was the memory of the role he played.

"You ask."

"First, what is the purpose of this game? Why does the warden spend so much time designing this game?"

This is also the question Feng Heng wanted to ask. Indeed, why did the game designer spend so long to design the game and let some prisoners kill each other, just like raising a gu, and it would be great if there was only one person left in the end. Why did he spend a lot of time doing these fancy things?

But the crazy woman's answer made Feng Heng slightly stunned.

"For publishing, I am the editor-in-chief of the publishing house. This game can record the player's escape process, and then I will publish it to the public." The editor paused, "Readers will only view it as a novel, but who will know that these are real things?"

“What is the second question?”

"Do you hate me?" Apart from the first question, the rest of the questions appeared involuntarily in my mind.

"The Warden and I don't want to kill you. Even if you kill my husband, you stay in the car obediently, and maybe people passing by will find you." The editor-in-chief smiled indifferently, "I just don't know if you can hold on until that time, ask the last question."

"Have you prepared a birthday gift for me?"

"Yes, do you want to know what it is? The gift is in the cabinet in front of the co-pilot, open it and take a look."

Following the editor-in-chief's words, Feng Heng opened the co-pilot's cabinet as she said.

Inside is a bouquet of flowers.

"Happy birthday."
To be continued...