Personal lounge No. 5.
The people also sitting around the table are Zhaohui and Chenlu.
At this time, Zhaohui was half-lying on the table, holding his chin with his left hand and looking at the morning dew opposite.
The sitting posture is comfortable and comfortable, but the eyes are serious and not perfunctory.
Chen Lu is checking the mirror in front of her.
Although Zhao Hui couldn't see clearly what was shown inside the mirror, he could vaguely distinguish it from the light flowing in Chen Lu's eyes.
To put it into perspective, this is probably a bug in the props.
However, they have a relatively clear understanding of this.
No matter how powerful the props in Dead Space are, they are not indestructible.
Various types of props complement each other and have mutual restraint.
They all maintain a delicate balance.
After a while, Chen Lu put the mirror back into her bracelet, frowned, and remained silent.
Seeing this, Zhao Hui sat up straight and tapped his fingers on the table.
He also knew that this was Chen Lu thinking.
Sure enough, after Chen Lu finished thinking, he explained what he saw.
"Except for Cheng Wei and Lu Liangjun, the rooms of the remaining three people were isolated. After checking the game process, Cheng Wei lowered his head in front of the table and seemed to be thinking about something. As for Lu Liangjun, after reading the game process , should be reading the rules of the game over and over again.”
Zhao Hui blinked and added a conclusion.
"So, Cheng Wei knows the game better, but Lu Liangjun really doesn't know, or maybe he's not very familiar with it?"
Chen Lu nodded and said "hmm" softly.
Zhao Hui touched his nose, his eyes were puzzled, and he looked a little confused.
"Didn't you see Xin Yi's room at first? Why can't you see it now?"
Chen Lu responded calmly: "This is also what surprises me."
Zhaohui shrugged indifferently.
"Maybe I just realized that props can be used outside the live broadcast hall."
Chen Lu frowned for a moment and looked at Zhao Hui, obviously not agreeing very much.
Zhaohui recalled what Chenlu said before.
When I saw Xin Yi before, she was checking the game process. She acted very relaxed and casual, and her behavior was normal, with almost no changes.
So Chen Lu changed her perspective behind and chose to see the status of other players.
Thinking of this, he had a new idea.
"If she has been watching the game process, it doesn't matter if she is being monitored and eavesdropped, right? Then she must be doing something later, so she chose to turn on the relevant props."
Chen Lu nodded without hesitation.
"Obviously."
Chaohui was thoughtful.
Chen Lu was a little concerned about this, and the other two were also concerned.
"Shangwei and Ning Le used props to block all prying eyes from the moment they entered the room. The level of their props is obviously not low, otherwise it would be impossible for them not to have even blurry images."
After a pause, she pursed her lips and added the result.
"Ning Le's side is strobing black and white, making it difficult to see the picture clearly; while Phytolacca's side is completely gray, and no image can be transmitted back at all."
Zhao Hui raised his eyebrows and interpreted it somewhat amusingly.
"The effect of your near-seven-star prop is as powerful as ever! Now it can also reflect the level of the opponent's prop."
Chen Lu was speechless and choked, rolling her eyes.
"If you have the skills, could you help me analyze it more?"
Chao Hui leaned back on the table again and spoke carelessly.
"This is normal. It's just one of the common strategies of players. Props that have peeping and eavesdropping will have anti-reconnaissance types. People will definitely consider this possibility. You used the props cleverly before, and others were not prepared. Now, In addition, not everyone may have this kind of prop, so the number of encounters is very few.”
Chen Lu chuckled, "You can analyze these, how can I not know?"
Seeing Zhao Hui's arrogant look, she silently added her analysis, "The few times before it was all black and white, but this time when I went to Phytolacca, it was all gray. I estimate that the props in his hands might be about eight stars. "
"oh?"
Zhaohui cooperated very well and made a surprised sound.
"This guy and that kid are really the same. We haven't seen each other for so long, and they have all the props in their hands, and this one costs eight stars? It's really..."
Chen Lu tilted her head and added something.
"Oh, by the way, I haven't said anything yet. Xin Yi can't see the picture anymore, it's also gray."
After that, I want to hear what Zhaohui has to say next.
Zhao Hui swallowed, showing an envious look.
"That's outrageous! Why are such good props in the hands of others?"
After he finished speaking, he made a serious sound of "baa liu baaliu".
Chen Lu chose not to watch or listen, sighed, and put on an expression that was hard to explain.
Shaking his head and sighing, he said: "This is why I asked you to leave the place where everyone gathered. When will you be more serious? By the way, can you control your expression properly?"
Zhao Hui shrugged, put on a serious expression, and retorted: "Of course I know the reason. It's not that I can't manage it, it's that I don't want to."
Chen Lu pursed her lips and made a choice in her mind. She must report to the captain when she returns.
Zhaohui seemed to be aware of the other party's thoughts, coughed slightly, and said with a serious face: "I understand what you mean. Now you suspect that Xin Yi may be with Shangluca, right? After all, it is not easy for one person to have such a tool. Two of them suddenly appear at the same time, and they are still related to each other."
He wiped the top of his head, a little confused.
"It's just, why do you care so much about the two of them? We just know each other. In the past, when we entered the dungeon together, we would occasionally pretend not to know each other and catch others off guard. Now we all know that Xin Yi is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. People are acquainted. The enemy is in the light and we are in the dark. What are you afraid of? There are no props in this copy of the game. The spirit of 'game first' clearly prohibits cheating. Just play and that's it."
Chen Lu said nothing, only stared at Zhao Hui seriously.
For a long time, Zhao Hui saw Chen Lu always looking serious, so he inevitably shook his head and smiled helplessly.
"Are you done with the grievances from hundreds of years ago? There is no need to hold back. Just treat it as an entertainment dungeon and take the opportunity to travel! If you can make money, make money, if you can't make money, pull it down. Just calm down."
Chen Lu snorted lightly, "You only have one mentality left."
Zhao Hui raised his chin again, his eyes blank, and he couldn't help but feel something.
"Otherwise? People who live long are like me."
Chen Lu pondered for a moment and said softly: "Your theory is quite effective in the real world."
The implication is that having a good attitude in Dead Space is not a good thing.
Chaohui nodded in agreement and said, "What you said makes sense."
The next sentence turned to express his own thoughts, "But, I think this is all the extra time God has given us. I don't think I can live happily in the dead space with a revengeful mentality."
One sentence reveals the true psychology of Chen Lu.
She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and her expression became a little grim.
Chaohui sat up straight and enlightened the other party like an elder.
"I know you have a good relationship with Yutong. You don't look at each other for revenge or anything like that. They were able to escape so gracefully before, but now they may be much more powerful. Besides, Yutong doesn't want to You failed in your revenge and your hatred was in vain, so why don't you involve yourself in it?"
As he spoke, he patted Chen Lu on the shoulder.
"When the number of people in the room reaches the upper limit, people will die sooner or later. Just like Naruko said, if you think about it selfishly, it was outsiders who broke into our room, instead of us having a civil war to decide who lives and who dies. In essence, it is not the same. A bad thing.”
As she spoke, the hand that originally patted her shoulder gradually became stronger, almost hitting her shoulder.
"Besides, you have a good relationship with Yutong and don't want her to die. So do you have a bad relationship with me? Do you have a bad relationship with the captain? Do you have a bad relationship with Naruko? Is it possible that you have a bad relationship with anyone? The Great Holy Mother of the Morning, in fact, she wants me to die in her heart?!"
At the end of the sentence, he began to look frightened and sounded innocent.
Chen Lu looked complicated after hearing this, and her original thoughts became more and more shaken.
After hearing the last part, I really couldn't stand someone's thoughts, so I slapped someone's paws off in anger.
"Who do you call Holy Mother?"
Zhao Hui cried out in pain and quickly took back his hand.
Chen Lu was not satisfied, so she stepped forward again and pinched the other person's arm hard.
With a vicious tone, he opened his mouth to educate, "Why are you pretending? It's such a shame that you can't dance in front of me with your acting skills."
Take advantage of the situation and increase the strength in your hands.
"I told you to scream! Does it hurt? Keep screaming!"
The room was instantly filled with Zhaohui's miserable howl.
