In addition to Wang Neng, there are also a group of players of the [Wasteland] game. [Wang Duo] has become a nightmare in the eyes of players, and she will be killed in seconds if she touches her. Some people suspect that [Wang Duo] is open, and some people say that she is a "dimensional NPC" inside the game, and they all want to record a video of their duel with them. Monet, the director of the game company, was anxious and concluded that it was a hacker, because she had never approved such an NPC, and the [Wang Duo] in the game was so smooth that it was too much like a real person...
Monet secretly kicked off his high heels under the desk, only to feel slightly relieved. She set the huge reality enhancement display in front of her into a single-sided mirror state, secretly scrutinizing the every move of the rest of the company's employees from the side of the screen, guessing whether this traitor named [Wang Duo] came from within.
In the lower right corner of the screen, the home page of the [Wasteland] game forum is still constantly refreshing the post of complaints, and the tinkling prompt sound and the crackling sound of colleagues swiping cards after work seem to have found some kind of tacit understanding, and then merge with the clicking sound of Monet's constantly shaking right leg to form a weird ensemble. This made Monet more and more irritable, she simply turned off the monitor, and directly cast her vicious eyes on every employee who wanted to clock home. Some people pretended not to see it and tried to muddle through, but many more stopped in front of the company's gate - they deeply felt the coercion of the death gaze of the game director a few meters away.
If you can't catch [Wang Duo] today, no one wants to leave. Monet thought to himself.
[Wang Duo] - This seemingly ordinary ID appears in almost every complaint post. Although the witness reports are different, the description of [Wang Duo] is roughly similar - a young cute girl with short ear-length hair, wearing a school uniform, carrying a canvas school bag, and wearing canvas shoes... Not to mention how incompatible such a shape is with the worldview setting of [Wasteland], Monet is even more puzzled that as the chief planner of the modeling of this game, the appearance design of all NPCs requires her to nod her head to confirm, and she has never approved the appearance of NPCs with this shape in the game.
Not only that, the character movements of this [Wang Duo] are all outside of programming. In the development stage of the [Wasteland] game, because of the limitations of the player's control of the keys, there are generally only a few dozen actions of the player character: slow walking, stealth, running, sprinting, jumping, climbing, light and heavy attacks, assassination special actions, etc... Counting the continuous attacks of key combinations, there will never be more than thirty changes in the movement. However, according to the description in most forum complaint posts, this [Wang Duo] can do many actions that ordinary players cannot do. When fighting it, the average player will seem to drop frames in an instant. Monet opened a game video recorded by a player, repeatedly watched the walking action of the game character of [Wang Duo] several times, and found that the game did not drop frames, and the reason why ordinary players have such an illusion is because [Wang Duo's] movements are too smooth and natural.
Smooth and natural as if it were a real person.
In this way, [Wang Duo] has become a nightmare for many [Wasteland] players, and has also become a famous urban legend in the game. There are even many game anchors on live streaming platforms who are looking for [Wang Duo] day after day, hoping to contact him and record the experience. Many people speculate that [Wang Duo] is the ID of the internal staff of the [Wasteland] game, and the perverted physical fitness and attack settings are all in order to be able to easily abuse and kill the unethical players and maintain the balance of the game. Monet gritted his teeth at this statement, because the company's game characters in charge of the order were controlled by themselves.
The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and He Yunmu, the founder of the [Wasteland] game, slowly poked his head in: Xiao Mo, busy? Monet smiled a little awkwardly and did not dare to take the stubble. This geek, who is already bald into duck eggs in his early 30s, is frantically pursuing Monet. In fact, when Monet first joined the company, almost all the men in the department chased her. The beautiful director took office, and in the game company, which is basically male staff, this news is like a precision-guided missile that blasts open the long-closed atrium of most otaku in one fell swoop.
Pay attention to your body and don't work too hard. He Yunmu was still speechless. Monet quickly stood up and said: "It's not hard, I still have to test a plugin, and the update will start next week, leading you to sit by yourself." He Yunmu still smiled flatteringly, sank his butt into the sofa in Monet's office, and said: It's okay, you're busy.
With a smile that caters to the leader, Monet took his hard drive to the testing department full of gaming equipment. The hour hand pointed to six o'clock in the evening, which should be the prime time for players to concentrate on the game, and Monet decided to enter the game in person to find [Wang Duo].
Monet put on his helmet and began to read the game, several game tips swept over with the dim sand, the progress bar loaded by the game extended from left to right, the word "wasteland" loomed in the background, Monet instinctively closed his eyes, and then opened, he was already standing on a street in [Island], and the ID name above his head was displayed as [Monet].
[Monet] in the game is basically the same as Monet's appearance outside the game, tall and tall, deep and sharp facial features, and looks like a not easy to mess with. Indeed, in the early days of the creation of this game character, Monet used the internal engineer code of the game company to maximize [Monet's] abilities, and tuned into the external model according to his own aesthetic to create a set of [Black Light] power armor that is unique in the [Wasteland] world. Although the game has been adjusted based on her real physical data, she has still become a troublemaker for many open and hang players. Later, as long as a beautiful girl with black glow on her armor is seen from a distance, the offending player will voluntarily surrender and scatter the birds and beasts. Not all Dimensioners can become legends in the game world, and before [Wang Duo] appeared, [Monet] was steadily moving forward on the road to becoming a legend.
Monet controlled [Monet] to walk on the mottled streets [of the island]. It's summer in the game, and there are crazy plants in front of you, as well as sneaky ruins. Players can purchase buildings with surviving functions as hiding places in [Island], but due to the occurrence of [Great Filter], the number of buildings that can be inhabited will continue to decrease. Even so, in the background setting of the game, [Island] was the central area of a northern second-tier city before the "Great Filter", with an average economy, but rich real estate, and the survivors in the city still chose to build the shelter area here.
The special effect of the light is a little strong, so that Monet called up the setting bar and reduced the value of visible light. As soon as the setting bar fell, I saw a crooked old man equipped with simple homemade iron armor standing under the wreckage of the bus stop across the street. This old man crossed the road full of ravines and passed by [Monet], but he did not squint, but [Monet] stared at his back for a long time. The old man's information appeared directly in Monet's field of vision - this man was about 50 years old, with moderate physical functions and could not pose a threat to himself. The old man walked in the direction of the exit [of the island], slowly, but steadily. Relying on the clanging tattered equipment to plunge into the [wasteland], Monet estimated that he would not live more than 10 minutes.
[Island] is the default novice village in the game, and countless new players come here every day, and then rush to the endless [Wasteland] in stripes, doing their best for equipment and supplies. But intuition told Monet that the old man who had just passed by did not enter the game for this.
At the moment, in addition to this old man, he has more important things to pay attention to, Monet did not intend to waste time, walked directly into the abandoned bus stop, easily destroyed two players who were illegally stealing, used the garbage everywhere to repair a scrapped motorcycle, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the [Xinyang Building] in the center of [Island]. Countless novice players stopped by the ruined streets to watch, and [Monet] hurried by, with lines of green code gathered above their heads, directly selling their physical functions and combat ability.
[Xinyang Building] is located in the southwest direction of [Island] and is an important place to accept the main quest in the game. One side of the building had collapsed on the day of the [Great Filtration], and far away, you could see the steel bars that were piercing the pale yellow sky. [Monet] parked his car on the side of the building facing the street, looked up, and immediately locked the location of several NPCs that could talk. In the flow of the game, this is the place where every novice player will enter, this is the peak time of the game, [Monet's] vision is bustling, she is still straddling the motorcycle, hacking into the database of NPCs, and countless codes flow in front of her eyes, all of which are player profiles who have received tasks during this week.
Suddenly, a strange encryption code blocked [Monet's] line of sight. The screen of the console flashed scarlet garbled characters, as if to indicate some approaching danger. [Monet] was sure that this password was not the work of himself or his colleagues, but an external intrusion. While thinking, as soon as he raised his head, he bumped into the face of the leader He Yunmu.
He Yunmu's ID in the game is [Neural Wanderer]. This cyberpunk enthusiast single-handedly created the virtual [wasteland] world, but resolutely did not use any internal code to adjust his ability values. So at this moment, in the eyes of [Monet], this bald stealth warrior has no dignity that a leader should have, like all players around level 20, only a vicissitudes face etched by the cruelty of [Wasteland].
When do you leave work? [Neuro Wanderer] is connected to [Monet's] voice system. Let's have a meal.
[Monet] still had the scarlet encryption code floating in the corner of his eye, so he casually answered: OK.
I haven't seen you for a few days, and your character is level 70. [Neuro Wanderer] continued to chat awkwardly.
[Monet] stopped talking back and concentrated on unlocking the password. Hidden behind the password is a player profile that had spoken to the NPC just 30 minutes earlier.
This player has not yet turned on the voice system, and all the dialogue is typed with a miniature keyboard, and the words are cumbersome and inaccurate, and the words are written in white. But [Monet] found that every NPC he saw would ask:
Have you seen [Wang Duo]?
Where is Wang Duo?
[Wang Duo], girl, disappeared ten years ago, have you seen it?
[Monet] suddenly remembered the old man who passed by her, moved slowly, and walked towards the exit of [the island].
【Wang Neng】. [Monet] silently read the old man's game ID and locked his position.
He Yunmu knew that he couldn't hold on any longer.
He reached into the pocket of his coat and pinched the rim of the resignation letter with his fingers. Hand sweat had soaked the corner of the letter paper.
It wasn't all the reason for that new patient, He Yunmu thought to himself. Ever since his paralyzed mother had contracted bipolar disorder, he had been thinking about quitting his job. Last month, a new patient injected a shot of catalyst into his idea.
When it was time for the lunch break, people with mild illnesses who had eaten in the cafeteria rushed into the activity room. Most of them had wooden expressions, and the pills they had eaten at lunch had begun to take effect.
The little bald head that made He Yunmu determined to resign was the last to enter the activity room. He was expressionless, but by no means dull. Before entering the activity room, you will stop and watch, as if there is an ambush in the room. The little bald head looked around at the large number of patients, and his gaze finally fell on He Yunmu's body.
Hello, doctor, the little bald head greeted with a smile, and this smile made He Yunmu fight a cold war.
A month ago, the little bald head was sent by the police to this welfare home for people with mental illness. He lay nameless, in rags, in an abandoned building by the river in the city. When the file was established, the policeman who sent him secretly slammed his elbow into He Yunmu's rib fan, squeezed his eyebrows and said: Hey, you look at his big head.
One of the characteristics of a small bald head is that the head is particularly large. When I first came, I washed my body five or six times before revealing my flesh, but I didn't know what tools I used, and it was shiny. So in addition to the bald head, there are many nurses in the hospital who call him alien. At that time, He Yunmu also laughed and asked the police: Did you find your family?
The police said: "I can't find it, and this kid doesn't speak human."
He Yunmu was a little unhappy: He is a psychopath, how do you let him say human words?
The originally playful expression on the policeman's face suddenly disappeared, and he turned his head to look directly into He Yunmu's eyes, and at this time, He Yunmu found that the policeman in his 40s had black eyes, and the skin on his face seemed to be woven with gray-cyan thick lines.
The police officer said: At first, he slept in the detention center for one day and one night. In the middle of the night, the prostitute next door to him didn't know what evil had happened, and pulled out the tendons in his wrist with his teeth. The policemen on duty were frightened and stupid and called me. I called an ambulance, the blood vessels collapsed, and I wiped the blood for half the night.
He Yunmu didn't quite understand what the film police wanted to express, and his face was full of confusion.
The client didn't die, and when he woke up, he asked us if there was a child next door. The policeman cleared his throat and smoked a cigarette.
So, what does the suicide of a prostitute have to do with that kid? He Yunmu was a little impatient.
The policeman exhaled a breath of smoke and said unhurriedly: The client said that the child who was locked up next to you told me in my head for the night. He gave me an analysis of what would happen to me after the East Window incident — losing my job, losing my wife and children, and so on. I said I didn't want to live, and he said I would die. I said that there is nothing in this cell, how can I commit suicide? He said cut his wrists with his teeth. I felt too much pain and refused, but my hands and feet began to disobey. Before lowering her mouth to her wrist, the client said she had seen the child and was standing right in front of him. The cell had also changed, as if it had just been bombed. Outside the iron fence were the ruins of the ruins of the city, and the child was laughing at himself in the whistling wind.
He Yunmu listened to God. At this time, the little bald head seemed to hear their conversation and looked towards them from a distance. He Yunmu and the little bald head glanced at each other, as if they saw the smile on his face when he watched the prostitute tear the skin of his wrist with his teeth.
Evil doors, right? The police officer puffed out his cigarette and patted He Yunmu's shoulder: He will leave it to you.
She was still a little hesitant, whether to face Lu Bei's hot gaze.
A few brats behind Lu Bei had already begun to coax, and Wang Duo wondered if a smile of his own unconsciously slipped out of the corners of his mouth? She wanted to reach out to cover it, but she was afraid that it would expose her helplessness even more.
It is always like this, and the boys' confessions of this era always have to force the girl into a corner. Not alone, but also bring fox friends. Gangs put pressure on girls.
If it were just Lu Bei alone, I might agree, Wang Duo thought.
Wang Duo tried her best to look as cold as ice, but the roots of her ears were already hot. She said: I think about it. Then she broke through the encirclement, and then turned around as if she remembered something, stretched out her hand and took the cup of milk tea that Lu Bei bought for her and had been held for a long time.
There was another shout in the crowd, and Wang Duo quickened his pace to leave the scene behind. The milk tea in his hand was still warm, and Wang Duo couldn't tell whether it was the temperature of the milk tea or the temperature of Lubei. She also held the milk tea, and when she turned into a strange uninhabited alley, she finally smiled.
It was getting dark, and the air was warm. Wang Duo drank milk tea quietly, thinking about how she should start her first love in her life. She knew that she couldn't tell her father Wang Neng, since the living father drunkenly made a big trouble at the parent-teacher meeting last month, Wang Duo hadn't said a few words to him. So should I tell the 37th? She remembered this friend who had accompanied her since she was a child, and she hadn't been in touch much for nearly a month.
A cat bark suddenly sounded in the darkness at the end of the alley, and Wang Duo was startled. The sun across the road had hidden behind the building, and the darkness in the alley was a meter higher, even so, Wang Duo saw a pair of leather shoes, which were not dirty, but desperately wanted to hide in a dirty corner.
Who? Wang Duo asked in a low voice.
The leather shoes moved lightly, still silent.
Suddenly, Wang Duo realized the danger. A shadow covered her heart, and the milk tea that was still hot just now suddenly became cold. She turned and ran.
Running out of a street, looking at the more and more pedestrians around him, Wang Duo still felt that a gaze pierced his body. She looked back, and that gaze seemed to drag out a sticky trace, winding, and slowly extended into all the dark alleys on both sides of the road.
To be continued...
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Author | Zhang Hanfu Editor | Sai Pear
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