On the field, Witch Jane quickly searched for supplies and dragged Caesar out.
Moths don't attack actively, but silver ammonia butterflies are hard.
Caesar did not hesitate to assume the post disconnect position and turned back to shoot as he walked away: "The little witch went over and waited for me across the hall. These bugs dare to stall them, Grandpa Caesar..."
Half-air silver mirrors fly, no doubt just a round of guns before you go out.
The two of them cooperated in the covenant.
Caesar protects Witch Jane, Witch Jane protects supplies, and a few tactical rolls with hiphop style quickly rush to the exit.
Witch Jane didn't go into darkness for a moment, but suddenly she squeaked behind her back and sounded...
The exit of the copy closes abruptly!
Witch Jane's pupils shrunk: “Caesargo ——”
Caesar's screaming inside the door, and the lens butterfly wings hit the crisp sound of the iron door. Caesar immediately knocked on the door when he heard the voice of Witch Jane: “Little Witch, you run, I will go after Wang Butterfly, this room is sinking!! ”
Witch Jane hurried to say, "Sink? Can you hear me? Caesar... you...”
In the Clawson Show live studio, the blood pigeons glanced at the watch: "Unfortunately, the time has come and their clearance time is too long. Caesar couldn't get out. ”
Shoulder shrugging: “According to the map, Caesar may have to stay inside for another five rounds, if I remember correctly. ”
Witch Jane stood in the hallway for half a minute, and the mechanical roar finally came to a halt.
The teenager on the screen stood in the faint light, her beautiful eyebrows pulled slightly, making a lot of audiences shout, "Break into the screen and give the little witch a hug”.
The next moment, however, Witch Jane has reacted quickly.
He frowned and put his ears on the metal wall of the corridor, squinting his eyes slightly. Countless thoughts have crossed my mind...
Caesar is still locked in.
Listening to the mechanical engagement behind the metal door, the room seemed to move in some sort of straight up and down stairwell, similar to the lift of the transporter. That is, throughout the map, each cube has only a vertical motion trajectory, and there is no translation-
At least refute his previous guess.
Not the Rubik's Cube.
Witch Jane quickly sorted out the known clues.
Clearance is not a condition for the opening of corridors, nor is controlling the number of teams a condition for the appearance of copies.
The "ding-dong” elevator arrival sound represents the end of a time unit and the new time unit is on. The silver ammonia butterfly replica existed in two time units, the moth replica disappeared in the previous time unit, and their starting point also disappeared after the team entered the corridor.
- Each room has a different time frame and has a time point for independent generation and extinction.
Witches squint their eyes, in their pupils, the dim field of view seems to stretch out countless rooms, corridors, flat and tired in the arena, every time unit arrives, room or rises, or sinks, roaring in the dark shaft...
No, there are still too few clues known.
Witch Jane suddenly rang out what Zoe had said, and at the beginning of the game, she had to guess.
Jomo stayed in the corridor for too long, and the right wrist terminal made an urgent message.
A player can't stay in the hallway for too long. At the other end of the corridor, there was also a faint light.
Before walking in, Witch Jane flipped out of her bag the customs materials she had just rewarded. An anti-tank/tank/rifle/gun, two bullets, and a familiar clue envelope.
Witch Jane opened the envelope three times five times two - then opened her eyes in surprise.
Inside is a thin piece of paper with a dense numbness like a chessboard painting of nearly hundreds of squares, some of them hollow, some with a faint butterfly wing logo and a wrapped "14” in the upper right corner.
“…” Witch Jane's heart beat so violently that she couldn't believe the note in her hand.
Map, it's a map!
Witch Jane almost instantly finds a red dot indicating her current position, drawing wings and thick feather contact angles - one of the characteristics of moth insects - on the plaid coinciding logo.
He quickly followed the memory to set the direction, and a copy at the end of the corridor was on the map - seemingly marked as some sort of butterfly.
Witch Jane finally checked for battle readiness and walked towards the end of the corridor with a rifle/gun. The door opened for a moment - he opened his mouth stunned.
In the Clawson Show Live Room, Xiangxiang magnified the teenager's vague expression with a slight emotion: "The clearance reward for the S-level copy is the map, but I'm sure the little witch player will soon discover that this map is not working now. ”
“Status 14.” The blood dove nodded and made a joke: “If it was me, I would probably need to collect 100 maps to discover the pattern, and of course, if it was Dr. Chen, one would probably be enough. ”
The lens shifted slightly to the left, and the young man in the plaid shirt smiled elegantly: “I'm a researcher, and this is my job, and you can really see it on a map. But for athletes, it's a lot harder. ”
If the Clawson show players on the field were here, they would be able to identify the youth at a glance--
Second Knockout Sponsor, Principal Researcher at Alive Technology. They were given an unknown social psychology section two weeks ago.
This Dr. Chen repeatedly explained the four concepts of loneliness, crowding, birth and annihilation in the classroom, and was treated by countless players as an early discloser of the rules, and died before the game--
At this time, it is equally torn apart by copies.
On the screen, Witch Jane entered an empty room, or even a very standard Clawson Show safe area. The butterfly on the map is missing.
“The little witch is in the safe zone.” Xiangxiang shrugged with a smile: “But he wasn't the only one driving in this direction.” She switched surveillance and suddenly gave the look of anticipation: “Xiao Xing is also nearby, and... a C-level player...”
Dr. Chan suddenly laughed: “I think I see an audience complaining about the lens being too focused. R-yard entertainment and well entertainment are there, and it looks like there's a lot to be broadcast. ”
At Xiangxiang's behest, he hurried to apologize: "It was my fault, so we'll come back in an hour to see the white moonlight. Broadcaster, cut the camera, okay. Now you can see, well entertainment...”
Dr. Chen nodded and his rear lens gaze swept past the surveillance.
Inside the knockout field, Witch Jane quickly noticed that the map was wrong, and according to the markings, this could never be a safe area. He reacted quickly...
The arena is changing at any time and the complete map cannot be a static drawing. As for “14” in the top right corner of the map...
Witch Jane had a gleam in her mind, and it was very likely that the room distribution in the arena would overlap with this drawing when the 14th time unit, or "ding-dong” tone, sounded for the 14th time.
He needed more drawings to find the pattern.
And another problem is that Witch Jane's gaze stays on one side of the map -- that's right in the middle of the whole map, 12 grid units from herself.
There's a very special lattice. Neither blank nor squamous, but filled with a gray white background with no meaning.
About ten minutes later, the background sound of "ding-dong” sounded again. As the four-sided corridor opened, Witch Jane quickly carried her gun and rushed in the direction of Caesar - yet the moth-filled room was empty.
Caesar's room is still sunk under his feet.
Jane walked slightly.
He can choose to wait here or continue to look for the next map.
The only certainty is that, over time, the condition of survival is no longer luck, but control over the law… If he stays here, what is wasted is the time Caesar bought for him.
Witch Jane took a deep breath, left a note at the end of the corridor, checked the machine/gun loading again and insisted on walking towards the only special grid on the map.
In the fifth time unit, Witch Jane walked out of a room full of chrysanthemums and held the right hand of the anti-tank/tank/rifle/gun with a slight tremor due to her back seat.
Sixth time unit, Witch Jane is lucky to hit the safe zone again.
Within fifteen minutes of the security zone, the map of Witch Jane was densely lined with numerous drafts, painted full of evolution and inference of the surrounding grid - seemingly just one foot away, but still unable to figure out the pattern of the map.
Witch Jane didn't know that while he was inferring, Dr. Chen in the studio was watching him with surprise through surveillance.
The seventh time unit, Witch Jane, cautioned to come to the end of the corridor and picked up a clue envelope on the ground.
“Like a dream. ”
The door was pushed open quietly, then automatically closed, and Witch Jane glared suddenly.
Compared to the last human purgatory full of groundworm pupae and larvae, this is almost paradise.
Warm mountain winds roam among the virtual forests, and soft sunlight is like a warm afternoon dream, with flowers blooming and scents of wind messengers in the air.
At a glance, Witch Jane saw the butterfly parked on the petal - the long butterfly wing, the black bottom of the Phnom Penh. When she saw someone come in, she gently spread her wings and took off, snuggling over.
Vigilante retreated, subconsciously mounted the gun, and the gorgeous butterfly slightly stood in the air as spiritual.
Witch Jane and her eyes glared at her, and she hadn't noticed anything unusual for a long time. Sorceress found a bunker to sit back and continue to push the dense numbness map grid.
Time seemed slower and slower... The sound of the pen tip scratching the map woke Jane up suddenly, blinking his eyes and expelling the confusion that came from somewhere, yet his eyes were blurred as if he were drunk.
In the air, the fragrance of the grass grew stronger and bright butterfly wings softened...
Witch Jane looked at the butterfly blindly and lowered her head, then used her full strength to shove the map back in her bag, covered her nose with sleeves, and reached for the gun--
Butterflies are wrong! There's neurotoxin in the air!
The hand holding the gun was soft and weak. After stopping inhaling the toxin, the field of vision recovered as usual, but the witch's head was empty.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Why am I persecuting little butterflies.
When I touched it, the gunshot struck out following instinct. The colorful butterfly flexibly dodges. But the witch Jane's consciousness has buzzed away.
The sun is the most comfortable bright and perfumed.
There is no Clawson show at all... he probably just pedaled green in the afternoon suburbs, wrote with his guitar on his back, and waited for the broker to pick him up at night.
Grabbing the right hand of the trigger slowly loosened, and the teenager showed a half-hearted, half-hearted, confused look. The butterfly in the middle of the sky looked at him for a few moments, eventually no longer alert, flipping down, in a flash of overlap with the spots ——
There was no sign of gunfire.
A silver pet lifebay pops up and quickly wraps the butterfly in.
Witch Jane stood still for a long time before suddenly dropping her gun.
Where am I?
Why did I shoot? Am I breaking the law...
“Ding-dong." Copy clear, three exits open simultaneously.
Witch Jane glanced twice and happened to sit down after returning to the stone.
Where's my guitar? How can you write a song without a guitar?
Yet as soon as I looked up and saw the lovely scenery, Witchcraft was happily like a spring groundhog, screaming in his bag and flipping out of the map, looking at it —— flipping over, starting to hum and write a book.
In the sunny grass, the shadows are swinging, the pure teenager is like a mountain elf, his wrist is slightly moving on the back of the map and his pen tips are sandy.
At this point, one of the doors was suddenly opened.
The thin fire lifted a temporarily assembled selfie stick, whispering and not knowing that it existed. Then he looked up stunned: “Witch?! ”
Witch Jane raised her little round face and looked at him silly.
Thin fireman held the same clue envelope, and as soon as Fu stepped in, he noticed that the experience was not correct: “Musk Poison? Toxin hallucinations... Where are the butterflies? Damn little witch, you cleared? Witch, can you hear me? What is this? ”
Witch Jane smiled and squinted. “3. ”
“Are you nuts? Witch, do you recognize me? ”
Witch Jane shook her head seriously.
Thin fires: “… silly indeed. Fine, you go out with me. ”
Witch Jane stood up and caught up behind the thin fire. Amber pupils are quiet and clear, and curly little hair makes him look like some kind of animal puppy, or the best kind.
It took a long time to react, and my eyes moved, if I thought about it.
“Witch,” he whispered. "Stay behind me. Be good. ”
Witch Jane nodded: “I'll be good. ”
The teenager's voice was clear and bright, and the light flames only felt crispy in his half ear. And he said, “We're teammates. ”
Witch Jane nodded: “It's a teammate. ”
"I'll take you with me, sweetheart. We are all roommates in a bedroom, every night..."
The teenager's palms looked soft, unlike a runaway, but like an artist. Thin fires are just reaching out--
He bowed his head.
You have a sharp red spot in your palm.
When he remembered the tide, he remembered creepingly that in the last knockout, there seemed to be a man who had shot him with a red dot--
Light fires do not hesitate to abandon Witch Jane, a standard tactical evasion that protrudes the head behind the bunker.
The guard slowly retracted his aim and looked sharply like a blade.
The thin fire behind the bunker choked and almost didn't pop out the coarse mouth--
“Fuck, it's not motherfucking powder, it's bastard meal, right? Play a game and come here?!! ”
Thank you. More Grenades?
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No more Q_Q in the daytime. We're still missing 2. Ha! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!