Bad omens are no stranger to Feng Xue, or in other words, he has been dealing with bad omens since he became Wu.
However, the bad omens he saw, without exception, were all living creatures, and at worst they were undead creatures such as suture monsters and bone women.
But the ominous thing in front of me is a model of a house.
He pulled out the indescribable rod-shaped object, carefully and tentatively reached into the sand tray made of paper scraps and fiddled with it a few times, and immediately felt a strange touch.
Pushing aside the scraps of paper, roots as thick as eggs suddenly came into view.
These roots do not look like shriveled plant roots. Instead, they are plump and smooth like worms, but they do not have the vitality that animals should have. Even if they are poked back and forth by indescribable rod-shaped objects, they have no reaction at all. .
"But this style of painting looks right. Well, is it a rare plant-type bad omen? Then what is this house model? Mimicry? Or is it similar to the shell of a hermit crab?"
Feng Xue exerted slight force, and the indescribable rod-shaped object sank slightly. After confirming the elasticity and touch, he poked the rod-shaped object toward the building above.
Although it looks like plastic or stone, it is as flexible and elastic as the roots underneath when in contact. This reminds Feng Xue of the underworld painting style, which is completely decorated with corpses and skeletons.
As if confirming something, Feng Xue looked up again at the mosaic above her head that was constantly avoiding due to the rolling stone blocks, her expression became more and more subtle.
The amount of this mosaic is far inferior to even the super-large omen born from the death of a real person in Infinite City.
However, considering that there may be more than a thousand players dying in this level, this number does not seem so unacceptable.
But is this situation intentional, or is it some kind of accident?
Feng Xue's eyes were focused on the teaching building. Suddenly, a spot of light flickered. With his eyesight, it was impossible for him to be dazzled. He immediately chased after the fleeting spot of light, but in the teaching building, I saw a small figure, less than two millimeters, and in his hand was a flashlight smaller than the tip of a needle.
"This is the security guard patrolling at night!"
Feng Xue felt her hair stand on end at this moment, and immediately turned to look at the side of the teaching building, and sure enough she found the rusted iron door.
"Don't do it!" Feng Xue kept yelling in his heart, but his hand movements were not slow at all. He liberated various materials from the packing cloth one by one, and then turned them into a slender piece with his [ingenious] craftsmanship. pinhole camera.
Connecting the camera to the phantom live broadcast drone, Feng Xue carefully moved the camera along the iron door. The camera with night vision function scanned the corridor that was the same as the one he walked through. I saw the secret automatic door.
"call……"
After taking several deep breaths, Feng Xue finally calmed down, turned around, and walked to the automatic door with the drone's display port in one hand.
As the stone pillars rolled, the automatic door slowly opened, and the small door on the monitor also opened.
"call……"
Looking at the empty room in the picture, Feng Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief. There were no layers of matryoshka dolls or another self, and there was no huge pinhole camera outside the folding door.
This instantly liberated his suppressed heart. If he hadn't had good concentration, he would have burst into laughter.
Taking Shi Dunzi with him and returning to the school model, Feng Xue turned his attention to the dormitory building.
Compared to the current teaching building, which has few people at all, the dormitory building is obviously more lively. Although there are no lights, with the help of night vision, he can still clearly see the sleeping figures in the windows.
No, there are not only those who are asleep, but also those who are lying in front of the window looking out, and some who are sitting on the edge of the bed adding attacks and special attacks to themselves (self-motivation), and so on, Feng Xue even found among them There are many familiar figures, such as Lin Shu, who re-entered school without changing his vest after being expelled, Da Zhuang, who was deceived by Yang Wei's words to the point where he no longer dared to play basketball at noon, and his own student who regarded money as dirt. deskmate.
But Feng Xue relied on her sensitivity to numbers to discover the problem——
“The occupancy rate in these dormitories seems not very high!”
Yes, the school has a dormitory building for men and women, and the number of students is approximately between 400 and 500. In other words, even if teachers are not taken into account, each dormitory building should house more than 200 students.
But the current situation is that many dormitories are not full. The total number of students in the two buildings is just over 300.
At the same time, those ghosts that are similar to long-necked ghosts and should be seen everywhere have no corresponding mapping on this sand table, which connects many of Feng Xue's previous associations -
"Have the students who appeared on the sandbox been completely integrated with this bad omen? Then the rest are the players who are still alive and the ghosts who are dead but not integrated?"
Faced with this situation, Feng Xue's first reaction was actually Wu in Infinite City, but considering that they did not have any labels or elements, he gave up this idea.
But at the same time, another thought appeared in my mind uncontrollably.
"Ominous omens and ghost stories can be transformed into each other, but what about phantoms? Can phantoms be transformed into ghost stories?"
Once this idea appeared, it spread like a proliferating G, because he vaguely grasped a certain key piece of information.
The essence of phantoms is the crystallization of fantasy. As long as there is a world where the rule of [consciousness] exists, it can be used universally. Ghost stories are the embodiment of cognition, but the source of power is only in the world that recognizes him.
From this perspective, phantoms are undoubtedly superior to ghost stories.
But here comes the problem. In Feng Xue’s golden finger analysis, fantasy objects are composed of [elements], while ghost stories consist of [elements] forming [labels], and then [labels] condense [entries].
From this perspective, the amount of information and level of ghost stories are higher than those of fantasy.
On the contrary, it is a bad omen. It is essentially the product of a large amount of dirty data mixed with elements. Although it looks like neither, it is indeed an intermediate state between phantoms and strange stories.
From the situation of the eldest daughter of the Ke family, we can know that under the erosion of time, bad omens may be reorganized and purified by some accidents, and then become strange stories.
So is it possible for the phantom to become a higher-level phantom composed of tags through the springboard of bad omens when incorporating a large amount of dirty data?
Or... directly ignite the fire of ghost stories and turn into ghost stories?
if it is possible……
Thinking of this, Feng Xue's face suddenly became strange, because while this set of logic was being straightened out, a name naturally appeared in his mind -
"Infinite City".
This hole must have been buried for a long time. Someone asked me about it when I was working on Golden Finger. I endured it and didn’t say anything. Now I finally don’t have to endure it anymore.
(End of chapter)
