Chapter 465 Chapter 462 · "The rhythm is good, a treasure chest."

  A brightly lit processing factory stands in the center of the farm.

  The large-scale machinery in all directions spewed bright flames upwards, a smoke and oil odor emanated, and even a resonant humming sound came from the feet.

  Su Mingan walked into this factory.

   In his live broadcast room, people also talked about the behavior of Wang Chaoze and others just now.

   [Margaret is really ashamed now. Standing in the character of a European princess, but rolling in the pigsty... That scene is really exciting. 】

  【These usually invincible top players are like mice in front of the first player. 】

  【That ancient martial arts Wang Dynasty Ze. Usually in the Longguo Yangtze River system, his nostrils are upside down, drinking the best tea, and putting on airs wherever he goes, looking like a master, even Minister Liu will be polite to him. When he arrived at the copy, he showed his true form and mixed with the pig. 】

  […So, in that case, Su Mingan is actually pretty good too. That is to say, he usually ignores people, at least he doesn't put on the air of being an uncle. 】

  【Then I can't talk about the road. Lu is much gentler than the first player, everyone hurry up and support him...]

   The division of factions, the division of players, and the difference between high and low levels are clearly reflected in the live broadcast room.

  Su Ming'an suddenly heard a sound coming from the second floor... There was the clanging sound of hammers, the rattling of sawtooths, and the crisp sound of metal prongs being struck.

   "It's so late, there should be no NPC workers working here." Su Mingan said softly.

   "Probably the voice of an automated machine," Sibel said.

   "Your era confuses me." Su Ming'an said, "It's obviously a primitive tribe-like life, and there will be automated machines... Next, is it possible for me to see things like TVs and computers?"

"Ah, maybe." Sibel actually responded directly: "The sky is not isolated from the world. Although people can't pass through the black wall, the outside world can occasionally send in some things, so we will also have some high-tech. gadgets."

   "...like your shotgun?"

   "What is this, I made it myself," Sibel said.

  Su Mingan was a little surprised.

He found that Sibel was really all-powerful. She knew how to hunt, she could set traps, she could use her wit to trap the dead space's Kel Naxi, she knew all the guides, she was familiar with all parts of the Vault... and even knew the raven. The ancient text, but also splicing shotguns...

   If she hadn't believed in the Nine Gods, her future should be bright.

   "Find someone first," she said. "This is the whole farm with buildings lit up. The light source is something people crave subconsciously."

  Su Ming'an has vaguely heard footsteps below.

   "The factory has a basement." Sibel said concisely, she was familiar with this place.

  Su Mingan thinks that the best person in the basement is his target Junko Iyuki, or Leslie is also fine, her guide is Rafael who is good at charm, and it has no effect on him in the shadow state. Or... Aini can, he is currently free of fire, killing Aini is the easiest.

   After walking down the stairs, he saw a figure squatting in the corner of the basement, rummaging through boxes.

  Beside the box, all kinds of wrenches, screws, nails, and linen were scattered all over the place. The player didn't seem to notice him coming, and didn't even look back.

   But the moment he saw the man's back, Su Mingan immediately wanted to turn around and leave.

The   danmaku also became tense at the same time, and they sensed that the situation was not good.

because.

  ...The person who is looking through the box and looks very relaxed is the road.

  The road with the strongest comprehensive strength among the twelve Black Lamb players.

   He also has the skills of [Remote Communication] and [Tracking Eye], which can see through the positions of other escaped parties and communicate. If he finds something wrong, it will be troublesome.

   There are still about six hours and fifty minutes before dawn, and the number of altars is still 0. The situation is very bad...

   But Su Mingan's body turned slightly to the side, but he still didn't leave.

   He considered a situation and he couldn't leave for the time being.

   "First player."

   Sure enough, at the next moment, Lu turned around unexpectedly and looked at him with a smile on his face.

   At this moment, a man in a strange costume turned out of the corner of his sight.

He wears an exaggerated wizard hat with a few shiny metal stars on the brim. He looks very young, even a little immature. He wears a white vest, overalls, and long boots. The whole person looks very Incongruous, like a fusion of clothing features from centuries.

   On his shoulders, there is a wailing clown gift box, and at his feet are mechanical models of sports cars and tractors. These "toys" move around him, and they don't look as harmless as they appear.

  Sibel had told Su Mingan about all the guides in advance. The guide of the road was Mocha, the eleventh-ranked "mechanic" who likes to use toys to create destruction and explosions.

   A player like Lu, who is thoughtful about everything, can't rummage through boxes without looking back, and his guide will definitely help him pay attention. If Su Mingan just turned around and left, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

   A spatial vibration was brewing in Su Ming'an's hand. He pretended to be accumulating power and didn't send it out, just to wait—

   "Wait, first player."

Sure enough, Lu immediately said: "I have already sent a message, if you insist on killing me, Isabella, who is within a thousand meters, will use [Hand of Redemption] on me, even if the progress of the altar goes back a little bit, it doesn't matter, I will. Get out of here safely."

  Lu didn't see Su Ming'an's current weakness. Under normal circumstances, players would not doubt the known rules.

   He was just talking to the Nine Gods Ghost in front of him with the confidence that he could escape from here.

   "So...you're not leaving now, you want to tell me something." Su Mingan said.

   "That's right." Lu said, "But, can I wait until I finish rummaging through this box?"

   "You want to procrastinate?"

"No, it's not." Lu waved his hand: "It's just some unspeakable little hobbies of mine... I like to explore the unknown. A box full of unknowns is a sacred thing to me. I hope to spend a A little bit of time to witness the unknown hidden in it."

   In other words, Su Mingan would wonder if he was mentally ill. But when he said something like this, he would feel calm and relaxed.

   While Lu was talking, he had already rummaged through the box and found a syringe filled with green liquid. This is a syringe to speed up the recovery of blood volume, and it is a good emergency item.

   "Finished?" Su Ming'an said.

   "—The current world game, I think it's too messy."

   When he put away the syringe and straightened up, Lu suddenly burst out a sentence.

   "...different from the usual world, Su Mingan, I think we should perhaps form a 'new order'."

   Lu's words immediately made Su Mingan raise his hand to close the live broadcast.

   Seeing that Su Mingan immediately shut down the live broadcast, Lu laughed: "Look, this is the disadvantage of the 'old order', you need to be careful about the concepts and ideas of these people."

   "I remember, you are the one who cares about this group of people the most." Su Mingan said, "Some people often say that 'Lu' is the most qualified anchor who cares about the audience's thoughts."

"Just say a few words to the audience to cover up my real thoughts, this kind of thing... Isn't your avatar also doing this?" Lu said: "With your foresight of the plot, your wisdom should be far from mine. above."

   "...lifting."

   "You should have received invitations from many forces." Lu said:

"Obviously, those who are not adapted to this world are also sharing the cake with top players like us. But the problem is - their weakness, in fact, it is obvious that they do not have a coordinated and unified command system, and none of them can Words are made, and all their actions are negotiated, and all aspects of influence must be considered. Such a group... is too slow and too unsuitable for today's fast-paced world game."

  Su Mingan frowned slightly.

   Seeing that Su Mingan did not directly refute his words, the corner of Lu's mouth ticked upwards slightly, as if he was very happy.

   "This cake, it's too small. The cake we took so hard...why should we cut it for them?" Lu said.

   "What do you mean?" Su Mingan said.

   "I think... you're already doing it?" Lu said, "There's no one else around now, so you don't have to hide it."

   "What?" Su Ming'an really didn't hear what the other party was implying.

   "Click."

   A soft sound of mechanical gears turning sounded, and Mocha next to him lowered his head and focused on the toy car in his hand. The sound was a little abrupt in the quiet basement.

   Watching the road get closer and closer, Sibel raised the shotgun in his arms and aimed the muzzle at the approaching road.

   Seeing this, Lu stopped, and he maintained a safe social distance, which would not cause disgust.

   "Su Ming'an, in fact, I have always admired you." Lu said, "If I had to choose one person I admire the most among all the top players...that would be you—I like you very much."

   Su Mingan had heard this before the start of this small dungeon. At that time, Lu did say something like "Su Mingan is a very good person".

   It's just that he didn't understand why Lu, who had never been in contact with him, would say such things.

  While he was thinking, Lu met Sibel's gun and took another step forward.

  The dim light of the basement sprinkled on his sea-blue hair, a layer of eerie and beautiful light.

  Lu's eyes were bright, reminding Su Mingan of those Light Chaser who met him in the dungeon.

"Su Ming'an, you are very far-sighted, and your foresight is so high that I look up to it." Lu's eyes showed awe that did not seem to be fake: "I have sorted out your actions from the beginning to the present, and have Gradually found...you are connecting dots scattered here and there. Your layout is simply shocking to me."

   "...Ah?" Su Mingan didn't know what the other party was shaking.

   What is he planning?

   How could he not know?

"You made your impression on the hearts of the people at the opening speech." Lu said: "You deliberately used a slightly obtrusive, but in fact very prescient lighthouse theory, to cause a whirlpool of public opinion around the world, and to divert people's attention from other Places pulled back. Since then, you've been taking your theory into action, subtly adding more of what you really need... until it's perfect."

  Su Ming'an looked at Lu's increasingly diligent thinking, and couldn't help but start to reflect on whether many people were like Lu and had too much unnecessary thinking about themselves.

   Looking at Su Ming'an who did not refute, Lu's smile became more and more kind:

   "You divide classes and groups so that there is a distinction between adventurous players and casual players who are fundamentally different."

   "From the very beginning, you put people in their respective positions to prevent the pointless waste of points due to temporary camp changes."

   "At the same time, you raised the importance of risk-taking players, motivated people to come off, and showed your wisdom in the mid-to-late game."

   "You...deliberately expand the influence of ideas, so that your existence solidifies into a kind of 'idea' that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

   "Your layout is wonderful and perfect." When Lu said this, he couldn't help sighing:

"—From the very beginning, you start to divide classes and groups, engraving the name of 'number one player' into their philosophy... And the problems with those organizations, what negotiation, what concerns, what slow planning... in You don't exist here, you represent the purest adventure players, the group that should be most admired in the world game - not casual players, not lip-smacking spectators, not leaders who only care about post-game interests... anything no!"

  Lu stretched out his hand and placed his hands directly on Su Ming'an's shoulder:

   "Because you're the first player - you're the best, the best fit for what people need right now!"

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   (end of this chapter)