Cheng Ye opened the museum panel and updated the new rules in the treaty. He thought it would be interesting.
There are inexplicable enemies hidden in the main city, and this will be his first big gift to them. He can understand that some people can't stand the strength of others and want to pull them down.
However, it was impossible for him not to fight back. Everyone has to pay the price for their foolish opinions. After poking for a while, Cheng Ye finished adding the rules.
Looking at the green door in front of me, I suddenly wanted to visit my old place. He called out to the little goblin: "Come on, let's go take a look together." The little goblin rolled his eyes: "It's not like you haven't seen it before." Cheng Ye smiled: "It's okay to rush to see and stroll around your own garden. There is a difference." The little goblin thought for a moment and felt it made sense, but still followed with great reluctance.
Cheng Ye looked at the green house number in front of him. After thinking for a while: "Can the route of this package be changed?" After all, the little fairy is the former curator, so if you have any questions, just ask him.
The little goblin nodded: "Okay, I just set it up casually."
"Set it casually?" Cheng Ye didn't believe it. This route obviously has its own considerations. Through the conversation with the staff just now, Cheng Ye learned some information.
First, the museum of dead objects needs to constantly incorporate energy. Energy is what keeps the Museum of Dead Things stable.
Visitors will become exhibits, bringing more energy to the museum. Tickets cost a different amount for everyone.
But all this revenue can be converted into energy. Everything the museum receives will eventually be transformed into corresponding energy and then nourish itself.
The energy needs to be greater than a certain value. If it is lower than this value, the museum may become unstable.
The purpose of reporting activities during festivals is to attract more tourists. The more tourists there are, the more exhibits will naturally become.
So setting the route is also a kind of skill. The first pavilion is suddenly thrilling, making people think that it will become more and more difficult next time, but it suddenly calms down.
This will make people think more and think that it should not be as simple as it seems on the surface. Naturally, it will delay tourists' time.
You know, the energy tourists pay to buy a single ticket only allows half an hour to visit the museum. If you do not finish visiting the museum within the stipulated time, you may become an exhibit.
And the biggest crisis is that this kind of malicious infiltration into museums happens all the time.
Who knows what opportunity might lead to it becoming an exhibit? Cheng Ye smiled secretly. The prize pool is very important. He had to think carefully about the slogan of the event and the prizes in the prize pool.
Since the employees have said that most tourists who come here have something to ask for, then I should provide them with what they desire most.
Suddenly. Cheng Ye stopped. The darkness surrounding the eerie path was bottomless. Just like the original chaos of the universe, everything is in nothingness.
Cheng Ye's dark eyes trembled slightly, and his heart began to beat violently uncontrollably. What did he just think about?
And how similar is this idea to current games? He just wanted to set the prize in the prize pool to - a wish.
And doesn’t the game also have a wish system? He remembered Wei Sheng'an hinting at it very early on.
People who come to the game are all people with a strong desire. Everyone has a wish. Otherwise, you won’t be drawn into the game.
What about him? What about his wish? In the first two years when he lost his memory, what did he long for most?
Cheng Ye suddenly narrowed his eyes. The wind blowing from nowhere made his clothes whistle.
The black and white eyes trembled slightly. This museum is so similar to "The Second World".
Is this a game, a hint to tell him? The wind is very cold. He felt a little cold all over. The little goblin looked at him in mid-air in confusion. Isn't this his own home?
Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? Cheng Ye stood for a while, lowered his head and smiled to himself.
He had just entered Gate No. 1, and after walking a short distance, he saw the familiar exhibition hall. I don’t know why, but I suddenly don’t want to go shopping anymore.
He had no interest in looking at those exhibits again. Although he will no longer suffer any attacks, he just feels boring.
Museum of Dead Things. Everything is dead. Cheng Ye turned around and said, "Let's go back." The little fairy became even more confused:?
? ? What's wrong with this guy?
"Don't you want to look at it?" the little goblin asked. Cheng Ye shook his head: "I'll reset the order of visiting the museum." The little goblin looked confused, but said nothing and followed Cheng Ye obediently, like a door god.
Cheng Ye took three steps and then two, and returned to the main hall position. He came to the table and looked at the miniature map in front of him.
The location of the exhibition hall was disrupted.
"What is the mechanism for the emergence of this shopping mall?" Cheng Ye pointed to the shopping mall nearby. The little goblin glanced at him and said, "Just stay still on the trail for five minutes."
"This is an intermediate rest stop. It can provide supplies, but it may also speed up death." Cheng Ye became interested: "What are the souvenirs inside?" The little elf shrugged: "I don't know, who knows, this is a Semi-finished product." Cheng Ye lowered his eyes: "Why are the semi-finished products taken out and used?"
"How do I know? I also want to ask you which came first, the chicken or the egg!" The little goblin grinned. It felt like it was being treated like customer service.
Cheng Ye looked at the jumping goblin and smiled without saying anything. If you take out the semi-finished product for testing, is this allowing the AI to generate intelligence on its own?
Who knows, forget it. After Cheng Ye rearranged the exhibition hall, he also changed the order of the restaurants in the package.
Then he looked around: "Then how do I go back?" The little goblin looked at Cheng Ye speechlessly and pointed to the bedroom on his left: "Go back where you came from." Cheng Ye: ...He walked slowly He went to the bedroom set up for him by the museum and opened the door.
The bedroom also looked like it was dying. It was so dark that it felt like there was always black air coming out. The bed was dilapidated, as if it had just been dug out of the ground, and was filled with dust. Although it had no smell, it smelled like a corpse.
The floor is also red and black in netherworld tones. Best of all, this room has no windows. Cheng Ye: ...I always feel that there is a lot of resentment in this museum of dead objects. I will go to the game to buy some Taoist charms and bring them to the town.
He is a sunny and cheerful boy, and he doesn't like this kind of place that is too gloomy. He also set up a bedroom for him, a place where ghosts would sleep.
He walked to the bed with a speechless expression, knelt down, and looked down. Ah ha, it really goes back to where it came from.
The damn portal is under the bed.
