After opening the door, Cheng Ye successfully returned to the main city.
The sun still shines brightly in the main city, and there is never night.
This hot breath makes people feel irritable.
Cheng Ye walked to the window, closed the curtains, and set the room to night mode.
After finishing all this, he sent messages to Wei Sheng'an, Fatty and the others.
Five minutes later, the three people gathered in the living room.
Wei Sheng'an still looked lazy. He slumped on the sofa and looked around: "Hey, Xiao Ming doesn't bother you anymore."
The fat man explained enthusiastically: "He said he had something to do and wanted to go out."
Wei Sheng'an raised his eyebrows: "Is he planning to live here?"
The fat man was stunned for a moment: "You mean he went home to move his luggage?"
Wei Sheng'an thought for a moment that Xiao Ming was standing at the door of his prop room just now, watching from a distance for half an hour.
The sound of swallowing saliva...
Wei Sheng'an had a rare expression of disgust on his face.
Fortunately, the villa is large and has many rooms, and there are many empty rooms on the second floor.
Just live if you want.
Wei Sheng'an didn't say anything and said, "Tell me about your special copy?"
Cheng Ye was about to speak, but suddenly stopped: "There won't be any surveillance recordings or anything like that in the room, right?"
Wei Sheng'an smiled: "No, don't worry, the game protects user privacy very much. If you look at the player's information after entering the game, you can no longer retrieve it."
Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows, thoughtfully.
After a moment of silence, he said: "Have you noticed that the game is very strange."
Wei Shengan listened attentively, looked at Cheng Ye seriously, and motioned for him to continue.
"This game seems to be bound by rules." Cheng Ye considered it for a moment and said cautiously.
He also got inspiration from the Museum of Dead Things.
Because the Museum of Dead Things is, in a sense, too similar to the Second World.
It is as if it is protected by some kind of rules, cannot be violated, and has a self-operating context.
There is no way to break free.
"Yes." Wei Sheng'an nodded: "The game is very principled."
"Although it will try to be slippery in small areas, it cannot go back on its promise in the general direction, especially in terms of rules."
"It is also exploiting loopholes in the rules."
Cheng Ye nodded: "Yes, I said this because I got a prop in the special copy."
Wei Sheng'an smiled: "Is it the copy itself?"
Cheng Ye was stunned. He knew Wei Shengan was smart, but he didn't expect him to be so smart.
Cheng Ye nodded.
"The copy itself is a prop..." Wei Sheng'an said softly: "It's quite interesting."
"I have an idea." Cheng Ye briefly introduced the Museum of Dead Things: "When I was in the dungeon, the main city was also live broadcasting simultaneously. You should all know which exhibition halls there are. This museum provides very little information. And my assistant, the goblin, also said that this is just a half-finished product."
"However, this museum has a very special place. It can set up a teleportation point every seven days."
Wei Sheng'an's eyes lit up and his long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Set a teleportation point every seven days?"
Cheng Ye nodded: "Yes."
"The rules don't say...update?" Wei Sheng'an repeated.
Cheng Ye smiled, his deep eyes seeming to hide abyss: "Yes, the wording is setting."
Wei Sheng'an thought for a while: "You want to set up a teleportation point in the museum when entering the dungeon. If you encounter danger, you can hide in it, or even come out of this teleportation point, and then enter the teleportation point in the main city. point?"
The smile on Cheng Ye's face grew stronger: "Yeah, it didn't say to reset a teleport point, it said... you can set a teleport point every seven days."
Wei Sheng'an suddenly understood why Cheng Ye said this, and he spoke faster: "Yes, the game has always been very careful about the rules and strict in wording. The settings here mean that they can be set repeatedly."
"Yes, after all, the game does not say that the teleport point can be updated every seven days." Cheng Ye repeatedly affirmed Wei Sheng'an's words: "Otherwise, the rules are clear and the word "reset" the teleport point can be used. "
The fat man looked confused at Yi Pang.
Wei Sheng'an and Cheng Ye said something to each other as if they were speaking to others.
Is there anyone else here besides him? Where are the people? Xiao Ming is invisible?
Don't look at the affirmative expressions on Cheng Ye and Wei Sheng'an's faces.
But in fact they have no confidence.
Whether it can be operated in this way will only be known after testing seven days later.
Moreover, after the game was updated, it seemed that many places became unstable.
Such as the out-of-control purgatory mode and sudden special copies.
"Shall we draw a lottery first?" Cheng Ye suggested: "The Museum of Dead Things can invite you in. There are exactly three places. Let's talk about it together when Xiao Ming comes back."
Weishengan has no objection.
Anyway, he was confident about the lottery.
Seeing that no one had any objections, Cheng Ye took out the treasure box.
It is the same as the previous treasure box, but now it is a higher level treasure box, which means that through Wei Sheng'an's hands, you can definitely get the fragments.
Although he needed a lot of fragments, it was finally a wish that could be fulfilled.
Wei Sheng'an quickly extracted the fragments and put them in his bag.
This was the first time for Fatty to watch the Weisheng'an lottery. This fluent technique and knowing attitude made him stunned for a while.
He couldn't help but say: "You already knew what you could draw?"
Weisheng Installation shook his head innocently: "I don't know."
"But, but." The fat man stammered: "You obviously put it in your backpack without even looking at it."
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Wei Sheng'an nodded: "Yes."
Then he added: "Your boss doesn't need it."
Fatty: "..." That's right.
But something feels wrong.
Forget it, given my IQ, I am still too lazy to think about it that much.
Cheng Ye called Xiao Ming, and the call was quickly answered. After explaining the matter, Xiao Ming promised and said he would be back in half an hour at most.
The three of them simply played a game.
During the process, Fatty looked at the door from time to time and muttered: "He won't really move, will he?"
Wei Sheng'an found it funny: "Who knows?"
After a while, the doorbell rang.
Wei Sheng'an said lazily: "Fat man, go and draw the lottery."
"Lottery draw?" The fat man blinked.
Cheng Ye smiled: "Let's see if he has moved."
"Oh oh oh." The fat man stood up and walked towards the door.
The door opened and I was stunned.
As expected, Xiao Ming was standing at the door packed with bags. Considering the space in his storage compartment, there was no telling how many things he had brought.
There was no sound at the door.
Wei Sheng'an looked at Cheng Ye and whispered, "It seems they are moving."
Cheng Ye also replied in a low voice: "I think so."
