Let the whole world tilt.
This mechanism requires two people to operate it simultaneously, and they need to coordinate with each other. The amount of pressure applied to the handle and the tilting of the handle must be coordinated with each other. At the same time, because the ground is tilted, both operators must also keep their bodies steady.
The ground had already shaken violently, and Deng Puyue's screams continued. The king frowned at the noise, and Shan Yu, fearing the atmosphere would become too tense, spoke to him: "Don't worry, the bead has already entered the third level, and we'll win soon."
"..." The king looked up at him in surprise: "Are you trying to win me over?"
"What?" Shan Yu exclaimed in surprise.
"Although all humans are greedy and hypocritical, of the three, you are the most hypocritical." The king mocked him without any politeness: "Wasn't it you who deliberately activated the mechanism before they even entered?"
"…………" Shan Yu looked displeased, and had already cursed the king over and over again in the live broadcast room.
He was slightly agitated and took a moment to explain, "I thought that once the key was inserted, the game would be almost over. I didn't expect it would affect the actions outside."
"After all, I'm not a game designer, nor am I an internal staff member. Please stop making malicious assumptions about me, okay?"
The king did not answer, but continued to concentrate on turning the handle.
With a rumble, the world tilted 45 degrees to the other side. A mountain rain was about to fall, and I slipped and almost fell to the other side.
His expression was rather unpleasant: "Why do you hate me? If I remember correctly, today is the first time we've met, right?"
The king looked up and said seriously, "Do I need a reason to dislike you?"
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-z大z大！ Calling z大！
-Holy crap, why isn't Z looking at the comments yet?! ? ?
I'm going to die, I want to ascend to heaven on the spot.
-This was the first time I ran two live streams simultaneously, and then I got banned from the other side.
Are Shan Yu's fans crazy? Do they think he's some kind of hot commodity that everyone loves? Even if the king really hates him, he can just cut ties with him. Why does he have to demand an explanation and make the other party kneel down and admit his mistake?
I want to cry.
-z, your king is online arguing with Shan Yu! Are you about to get beaten up? Hurry in and save the child!
-……
Wen Zheng had no time to turn on the live chat; he was struggling against gravity while managing to get the female zombie boss through the door on the outer side of the "口" shaped corridor.
Once inside the room, at least there was a wall for support, preventing him from being like a ball rolling in a bowl, which made Wen Zheng much more at ease.
The zombie boss was determined to go out and chase the red ribbon, but Wen Zheng tripped him and got him stuck under the desk.
Just as the ground briefly leveled out, Wen Zheng picked up a ballpoint pen from the ground after regaining his footing. It was exactly the same one that the King had been given earlier.
The image of Da Wang snapping the pen cap shut briefly flashed through Wen Zheng's mind, but he inexplicably shook off the image and violently shoved the pen into the zombie's temple.
The fatal wound was confirmed, and the boss turned into dust with a bang. Wen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and stumbled to the door when the tremors stopped.
"Oh my god!" Deng Puyue's voice cracked, "Are you guys done?!"
No one answered in the central room.
Wen Zheng dusted off his clothes, went out and pulled Deng Puyue up from the corner, and together they walked into the central room.
"What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled. "Why are you standing there?"
The king looked unhappy, which was one thing, but why was he so cold-faced when a storm was brewing? He was puzzled and didn't want to ask too many questions, lest it make them look like elementary school students arguing. So he could only look at the middle of the table and ask, "You've produced an iron box?"
This metal box looks very similar to the one we found in the fireplace downstairs before.
Wen Zheng mentally calculated the password and opened it to find a diary. The handwriting on the paper was neat and had a certain style, no longer the crooked and messy handwriting of his childhood.
—[After the photo was printed, I realized she was still just as beautiful as she had always been.]
Author's Note: Everyone answered yesterday's Q&A very well! To help you remember, I'm going to type "Bei Sining" a few more times! (clenches fist)
The comments section is filled with comments from viewers: "Today's comments are also very well-behaved."
(Looks like we've got 1500 comments tonight, so I'll add an extra chapter tomorrow! The first chapter will be this afternoon, and the second around midnight. *kiss*)
Chapter 31
[After the photo was printed, I realized she was still as beautiful as ever.]
This statement is strangely eerie, as if it's hinting at something, and it sends chills down your spine.
Wen Zheng handed the note to Deng Puyue, indicating that everyone should check it one by one, and then signaled everyone to get moving.
This is the female protagonist's room. The furnishings are very simple. Apart from the beige overall style and the lace curtains, there are no other complicated decorations.
Due to the violent earthquake, many small items fell to the ground. Unfortunately, they were of little use.
He doesn't own any items related to his work or hobbies.
Wen Zheng drew back the curtains, and a sea of jacaranda blossoms came into view, adding a touch of romance to the room.
"I've searched it all, but there's nothing there." Deng Puyue exclaimed in surprise, "What are we going to do?"
Hearing the argument but not answering, he brought in two desks from outside, put them together, and placed them in the center of the room.
Deng Puyue understood and threw the diary paper on the table, then moved two more chairs over and placed them on all four sides of the room, along with the ones that were already there.
"Let's have a meeting," he said.
The four men, one on each side, sat down. To the king's left was Wen Zheng, to his right was Deng Puyue, and facing Shan Yuyulai. Their eyes met, and the king snorted.
Wen Zheng gently patted him and said, "Let's sort out the information we have now."
“First,” he said, unfolding the exercise book he had used to shield himself from the debris, and pointed to a blank cover page with his pen: “The main plot is that the female protagonist wants to recover her lost memories. She claims this villa is her home, and there is someone she once loved living there. That person is the male protagonist.”
Seeing that no one objected, Wen Zheng wrote down a few keywords on the paper and continued, "Although the story unfolds from the female protagonist's perspective outside the villa, once inside, it becomes entirely the male protagonist's domain. The diary contains his memories, the second floor is his room, and it's only here that we get a little clue about the female protagonist."
Deng Puyue said, "Several sewing boxes..." As he spoke, he dumped all the boxes he had found earlier onto the table. Then Shan Yu Yu Lai put two more on the table, and Da Wang put three more, making a total of nine boxes, each a different color.
He then placed a red ribbon in the middle: "And this, I got it in this room, and after I got it, the boss chased me."
"What's the significance of this?" Deng Puyue asked Shanyu.
Because Shan Yu was like an encyclopedia, explaining all sorts of allusions to everyone, he habitually asked Shan Yu a question. As soon as he asked, he regretted it a little, cursing himself for not thinking things through. Was the king going to be angry...?
But the king did not, coldly picking up the last piece of paper.
“I’m not quite sure either,” Shan Yu said. “Although red ribbons have many symbolic meanings, the one you have is made of thick material and has gold thread embroidery, so it’s obviously an ornament. I can’t be sure if it’s a hairband or an accessory tied somewhere else… I guess it’s a gift from the male lead to the female lead, because it’s very important, and the female lead boss has been pursuing her.”
"Then there's another problem," Wen Zheng suddenly said, "Why is the boss the female lead?"
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
The default boss in the survival space dungeon is a zombie-like creature, and its profession and identity are distinguished by its clothing.
In the "Save Susan" instance, the dentist is the boss because the protagonist is afraid of dentists. In the "Freedom Castle" instance, the protagonist, the young king, sees the doctor frequently, so the boss also wears a white coat.
But why is this boss the male protagonist's "mother"?
Wen Zheng: "What is he afraid of?"
Deng Puyue muttered to herself, clasping her hands together: "Scared, of course I'm scared! The person is dead! Aren't dead people scary? Don't forget, look at this picture, the female lead died in a car accident!"
He slammed a piece of paper on the table, but then the king suddenly said, "That's not right."
The king finally spoke, and all three turned their gazes to him.
He said calmly, "He might be afraid of a stranger's corpse on the street. But this is someone he likes."
"You like it?" Deng Puyue's eyes widened.
“Looking at the portrait of the deceased, he said that the woman was beautiful. In his diary, he kept repeating ‘she smiled,’ ‘she smiled sweetly,’ and he often mentioned words like kissing and bond. How could this be affection for his mother?”
Wen Zheng and Deng Puyue: "…………"
Suddenly, I felt that this dungeon had become abnormally difficult.
The storm was brewing, and he looked at me strangely: "According to you, then we shouldn't be afraid of the female lead even more?"
"Are you an idiot?" the king said impatiently, pressing the ballpoint pen. "Isn't it normal to feel scared after discovering you like your foster mother?"
That makes a lot of sense.
Even when a pervert realizes he or she is a pervert, his or her conscience will still waver, right?
Moreover, my adoptive mother died in a car accident!
“I have a feeling it’s not that simple…” Deng Puyue stood up, wanting to look for something more in this completely open room: “The villa looks like it only has two floors outside, so this should be the core? But there don’t seem to be any mechanisms, and we haven’t used any of these props yet. We don’t even know what the red ribbon is… Oh my god.”
Beneath the table was a tabletop-sized ball bearing maze. Deng Puyue tripped over it as she stood up, kicking her foot in it. Then the room shook again, and a hole appeared in the corner of the ceiling. A wooden staircase rose and clicked shut.
Everyone: "…………"
"Ah!" Deng Puyue exclaimed happily, "See? I told you it wasn't that simple! It's out now!"
Wen Zheng, used to this, sat calmly and continued, "Let's summarize."
"There was a little boy who was adopted by the female protagonist when he was an unknown age. The female protagonist provided him with food and drink and played with him. As the boy grew up, he realized that he had fallen in love with his adoptive mother, but one day, his adoptive mother died in a car accident."
"How old was he then?" Shan Yu asked.
“I tend to think he’s sixteen or older,” Wen Zheng said. “Those complicated books outside, the handwriting in his diary, and even the awakening of his self-awareness—these things definitely weren’t something he realized when he was young.”
Deng Puyue couldn't wait any longer. She pulled out a bag and packed all the sewing kits into it. The four of them went upstairs together.
The small attic was dimly lit.
Deng Puyue had just peeked out when she suddenly yelled, "Oh my god!"
Wen Zheng pushed him up, and once he stood still, he saw an offering table with lit incense sticks stuck in it, the rising smoke swirling around the room.
Several cushions were scattered on the floor, and the portrait of the deceased was placed on the table. Just as the diary described, it was very beautiful.
And it's just as beautiful as it looked when they saw it from the outside.
Deng Puyue trembled: "How...how old is she?"
That's a good question.
Since the woman outside is a fictional being, her estimated age cannot be used as evidence. Furthermore, since she is already dead, it's quite possible that she appears before them in a younger form.
However, the funeral portrait is usually not a photo from too long ago, which means that when the car accident happened, the adoptive mother, who is the female protagonist, was still looking young and fresh, and at first glance, she looked to be under twenty years old.