Doomsday Wonderland

Bohemia held his breath and sat down on the chair, not moving.

The footsteps are slow and light. After one step, wait for two or three seconds to hear the second step on the floor. In the empty building after work, the footsteps, which were almost inaudible, were magnified by the long corridor, echoing between the empty walls, and for a while.

It seems that after boarding the last step, the footsteps stopped.

If you look at the stairs, you can see a straight corridor and an office door in the hallway.

She looked back and looked out the window. In this season, the sunset is sinking very fast; just now there is a blue-violet and orange-red sky, I don’t know when it’s getting weaker and darker, and it’s a layer of twilight. The table lamp alone cast a group of orange lights, and the tabletop shined brightly.

The stack of documents that I just extracted is now blurred into a mosaic. It is clear that no one can see Descartes as a non-player, but it is still as breathless as Bohemia. After one person and one fine waited for a while, there was no sound in the corridor, as if the person found the light, he never took a step forward.

Bohemia slammed the mosaic and glanced at the door.

"You want me to see it? There is no door." Descartes retired. "Don't you watch a horror movie? Actively follow the voice to see what happened, basically not living back." ”

Who can kill a copy!

Even in the game, Bohemia can only restrain it at most, and it does not have any substantial impact on its own "survival". She slammed it a few times like a hamster, and Descartes finally couldn't stand the reminder, or reluctantly drilled out from under the door. Since entering the game, consciousness has not been used at all, and it can only be used against Descartes.

"...no one outside." Half of the body remained in the house, and what happened was immediately retracted. "Weird, what happened to that person... just came up and turned around?"

In the entire corridor, only the door of her office was lit up at the moment.

The man must have seen the light under the door, realizing that there are still people inside, and turned back silently - Bohemia sighed and slowly approached the window, from the window The gap looks out.

She watched it for a few minutes, until Descartes finally couldn’t help it, and floated up: "What are you looking at?"

"Nobody." Bohemia whispered. "I have been staring at the direction of the door downstairs. If someone goes out, I can see it from here. But no one has ever gone out... indicating that the person is still in the building. ""

What should we do now?

She didn't want to spend a night in the building with the man hiding in the dark. But if she wants to go out, she will inevitably pass the corner, walk down the stairs, walk in front of the darkness that she can't see... If the attack fails, the third stage of the survival goal fails, then will she really die?

"I have a way."

She stared at the window for a while, and Descartes spoke.

"what?"

"As you said, I also think that the man is still in the building. It is impossible to smash the window from the other side." Descartes thought for a moment and said, "The man must be coming to you or your office." Is this okay?"

Bohemian nodded.

"If he thought that you would definitely go home tonight, and didn't know that he had already been discovered, then there is no need to turn the window away - after all, I have to come back later. If I were, I would also find a room to keep. Wait... Wait until you leave and start again."

Descartes said here, and the fake model coughed aloud: "Of course, he may creep into your office, or you may come to your head when you pass, this is a fate." ""

"Quickly say the way, talk less."

Descartes was not happy to pause, and he still didn't stop. "My approach is very simple, just don't go downstairs... turn off the lights here and go to the secretary's room."

"Hey? Do you want him to think that I am leaving?"

"Yeah, this building is not small. He might think that he didn't hear the sound of your departure. You stay in the secretary's office, don't turn on the lights and see who he is." Descartes looks Very excited; if it has a hand, it will have been picked up - "How?"

It seems that there is no other way at the moment.

Bohemia secretly said "You wait" to Lin San, who was on the other side, and then, according to Descartes's instructions, put all the documents and safes in the bag and put them in a bag. In my arms. Turning the door handle this action, she did it very slowly and very slowly, and did not dare to let the door lock core make a little sound; seeing the door gradually opened a slit, Bohemia just explored a little bit. Look, swiftly swept in the corridor.

Under the dim light, half of the corridor can be collected into the fundus at a glance. Only the stairway was soaked in the deep darkness, only the armrests faintly reflected a little light; she remembered, as if the workman's man gave her the repair list, including the lights in the stairway section.

"Nobody." Descartes fluttered out first. "The secretary said that it is possible to lock the door. I am going to open it for you."

It's really good for playing games - especially if you can participate in the whole process, once you lose, but you can't pay for the game yourself - where to find such a good thing?

For Descartes, space seems to be part of it, or it is part of space; it blurs the door to a chaos, like a dissolved one, into the space behind the door. Bohemia turned off the desk lamp, slowly closed the door, crept to the secretary's office, reached out and twisted it, and the door opened.

In the dark, the smell of this office smells like a beef secretary.

Quietly closed the door, one person and one fine sitting on the ground behind the door. In this way, if someone comes from the corridor, Bohemia will never hear it; thinking that the person will have to work for a while, she simply puts the file through the glimmer leaking from the corridor. Put it on the ground and ask Descartes with the sound of the air: "...and you found the circle?"

Documents, photos, notepads, and calendar papers in one place, under the glimmer of the door, mostly smudged into the darkness. The remaining half is more white in the light of the corridor.

"Accurately, it's a little different from the round." Descartes had to float up a few times to look at the documents, and they were all waved by Bohemia - the light was so dark that it was too clear to know. Who needs to add a layer of mosaic?

"Although the big shape is a circle, but... it's all connected by an arc of the same direction arrow. There is a **** dot between the arc and the arc, which is very strange. ”

"Well, the same thing I found." Bohemia said the scene he saw in his cell. "...What do these circles mean?"

"It must have something to do with these prisoners. Some circles, I found it in the back of the prisoner's case material."

Bohemian, by the gleam, put his face in front of the paper, and his nose was quickly poked on the paper. Finally, the content was barely looked at. After sorting the prisoner's file materials on the ground, she revisited the prisoner's number and couldn't help but sigh.

"What happened?" Descartes rushed up.

"I know these numbers."

The game must have been simplified to a certain extent - after all, it is impossible to let her see the materials of thousands of criminals. But it is this simplified material that makes Bohemia more familiar: "Look, 1702 is the one who is suspected of eating people, you are fellow. 1718 is the snake skin that I care for, these two I just I found it. But the remaining two...1811 is another new prisoner who helped me to take care of it. I didn’t expect it to appear here. The last one, No. 1759, was the beginning of old shoes and little virgins. Said to go to the prisoner he interviewed."

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Descartes stunned. "They said that they were looking for 1759 interviews...what is it for? It seems to be investigating communication links inside and outside the prison...similar to this?"

Internal and external contact... inside and outside contact...

Bohemian frowned, carefully looked at their time of imprisonment and found that they were all close together.

"It's not just time," Descartes is very proud. "I have read it carefully. The reasons for their appeals also have common characteristics. Some of the evidences presented by the inspectors in the initial trial are more controversial, can be defended, or It’s indirect... After all, if it’s a sign of a mountain, it’s not up to them to appeal.”

Bohemian looked at it blankly.

In her experience, once someone is suspicious, it is tantamount to declaring the fate of that person. If he can die, he will die quickly. Deciding on a person’s life and death does not involve force, but instead tells evidence. This is simply a wave. Big brains rushed.

In many ways, Descartes is a copy, but closer to an ordinary person than her.

Explain that half a day, Bohemia is still ignorant, and Descartes is also deflated. It screamed for other envelopes that were taken out of the safe and said, "Look at them first... Have you seen the bank statements?"

Bohemia opened the first one lightly. She has never seen pork, she has seen pigs running; she knows that in the human society used in the background of the game, "money" is a very important thing - she looked at it for a while, looked up and lowered The voice asked: "...this, so much money? Wait, this number... should be considered big?"

“A middle-level company employee has been working for ten years to get this number. But this is only a quarter of the total amount. You see, the four statements are issued by different banks, and the deposits for each account are It's the same - don't ask me what the bank or remittance is!"

"...SandyWinters is so rich?"

Descartes snorted.

"I don't know. Because these four accounts belong to different names, none of them are hers."