Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu walked on a piece of snow-white paper for half an hour.

Except for the clusters of words that made up the game, there was no obstacle on this white paper-like land, but neither she nor Yu Yuan walked fast. It is quite difficult to find the edge and direction in the white snow with nothing; even with the data body by her side, she still walked back several times. If she hadn't seen the same words again, she wouldn't have known she was lost.

The text group "Shopping malls are like battlefields" was left far behind. They had not seen another text group related to shopping mall games for more than ten minutes; there is reason to think that they left "Shopping malls are like battlefields" range - but she wasn't sure what she was heading towards.

"This is different from what I expected." Yu Yuan said calmly, "In my analysis, you were treated differently in the arcade game... It should be to prevent you from going down and discovering the essence of this game. This shows that There is an independent will behind this game. But we all entered the base camp where the game script is located, but we did not find this will."

It wasn't like Lin Sanjiu hadn't thought about it. "That person must be somewhere else, right?" She raised a possibility, "After all, there are so many games going on in this world at the same time, and that will cannot pay attention to everything and everyone at the same time..."

"For a planet of this size, a data body is enough."

"……oh."

"But the will here is obviously not a data body. The world they created is very strange," Yu Yuan said strangely, but there was no trace of doubt on his face. "The games and worlds produced in this way are relatively fragile. Without care and operation, the system is likely to collapse. Why do they take the form of 'text'?"

One of the factors that may cause the collapse, Lin Sanjiu himself, is moving forward step by step.

Thirty minutes before setting off, the two of them discussed why words in the center of the earth could become reality on the ground. After much discussion, the data body convinced Lin Sanjiu - "Yes." It may be a projection function," Yu Yuan said.

"projection?"

"Yes, the meaning formed by words is projected into the real world and becomes reality." He said at that time, while pointing to the group of words not far away, "You and I have never gone far, that is to say, shopping malls The text of the game was right underneath the arcade game. That was a clue to me that they were projecting reality directly onto the surface, that they were a 'script' of reality, a projector."

Although he had no emotions, he was quite good at fighting, and Lin Sanjiu understood it immediately. So, in the office on the 60th floor, there is indeed a room blocked by a car at this time...

She stood there and thought about it, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Wait, if it is projected directly upward..." She looked up at the pure white above her head, even though she could no longer see the path formed by the word "Guan". "I-I have an idea, I think I know where the gift bag is!"

"oh."

She didn't know where the next new game would be "written", but she could at least save the gift pack first. Lin Sanjiu rushed out a few steps, looked back, and said, "Are you coming with me?"

"I still don't quite understand why I keep following you." Yu Yuan followed slowly, "I can't find a logical relationship between your request and your reason..."

Lin Sanjiu ignored him completely.

She was almost filling Teacher Yi with various requests in her mind - Lin Sanjiu was the worst kind of boss at the moment: Although I can't provide you with much consciousness, you have to do it. There is nothing missing, such as finding the apartment building where the gift bag was taken away on a vast white paper with no reference.

"I think it should be here..." Teacher Yi said hurriedly, "No, no, let me think about it again... Well, you may have deviated from sixty degrees just now..."

Perhaps she pressed questions too frequently, and after a while, her own subconscious surface actually got angry with her. "I am you, don't you know? This is your ability, what can I do!"

It would be nice if I could ask the data subject, but Yu Yuan has never been to that apartment building. Lin Sanjiu, a little apprehensive, followed Teacher Yi's half-analytical, half-jumping master's guidance, and walked for another twenty or thirty minutes, and finally saw a vague shadow on the edge of her field of vision again - it looked like, It seems to be a new text group.

With the goal in mind, Teacher Yi immediately resigned; Lin Sanjiu became excited, greeted Yu Yuan, and ran away.

...She was right.

As she dove headfirst into the text, she felt like she was dove back into the lobby of the apartment building. This group of characters was far more complex and large-scale than any group of characters she had seen before, and she could not even recognize any of the characters, because all she could see were partial strokes, criss-crossing them like strangely shaped characters. Bone reinforcement. Lin Sanjiu turned a familiar road and rushed to the door of Apartment No. 1 - or rather, the door of that part of the text structure.

Ji Shanqing is not here.

"Gift bag?" She hurriedly turned around a few times, looking around the open space forming the patio and the second floor of intertwined words, and shouted loudly: "Gift bag? Where are you? I'm coming!"

There was silence and no response. It seemed like she and Yu Yuan were the only two people in this vast white sky and earth, among these tall clusters of words.

"Gift bag!"

"There seems to be no one here." Yu Yuan said while turning out from behind the wall of words. He seemed to have been observing the building just now. "The people, or individuals, who are running these games behind the scenes are not here themselves... If Ji Shanqing was indeed captured by them, and it seems likely to be the case now, then Ji Shanqing will not be on paper with him. The words are together, but it will be on the operator’s side.”

"But when I heard him calling for help, I did see a pure white -"

"He may have actually been here for a period of time while he was being taken to the operator's side."

Lin Sanjiu didn't say a word. She kept replaying and analyzing the moment she heard the gift bag asking for help in her mind, trying to find any clues that she had missed before; while thinking about where he might go, she walked aimlessly in circles.

Behind this text building, just like "the mall is like a battlefield," there are various text groups such as operating logic, game rules, content structure, and game characters. However, there was no gift package anywhere.

"Where is the operator? You said that the words here were indeed 'written' by someone... So where and how did the operator write it down?" She murmured, looking up The pure white above - it was hard for her to imagine that a pen tip would suddenly appear above her head, or a blinking cursor in a document, and she would start writing; besides, that was impossible, because above was the earth on the surface of the planet.

"I don't know either." Yu Yuan paused and said, "Since I came here, I discovered for the first time that there are so many things I don't know. I originally thought that the data body was the closest thing in the universe to An omniscient and omnipotent creature.”

In this case, he can't be relied on.

The words, paper and operators were completely beyond her common sense. She struggled to even understand them, let alone decipher them? Lin Sanjiu bent down and just wanted to close her eyes and collapse on the ground. She wanted to stamp her feet, knock down the words, and tear the paper into pieces - the gift bag was missing, and Lily had turned into words. Even Bai Cong and Qian Dao, whom she originally wanted to help, were probably... too already……

She raised her head quickly.

"Do you have an idea?" Yu Yuan asked. The emotion of data classification is gone, but there is still a need for knowledge.

After they fell from the building's pipes, Lin Sanjiu saw the text group of the building, the text group that ran regularly, and even the robot Huanhuan's text group - but she didn't realize it until now , there is text that should appear but does not.

"Didn't you say that He Baihe shrunk in the elevator because the text was absorbed by the pipe and was being transported down?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't hold back her heartbeat. "We put He Baihe away halfway, so She was not absorbed and transported here. However, there are still people in the other two elevators—where did Bai Cong and Qian Dao go after they were absorbed?"

"They must have gone to other places." Yu Yuan said quietly, "They would not have become part of the mall game in the first place. UU Reading www.uukkanshu.net Perhaps the words that composed them were taken away by the operators and placed elsewhere. Where—oh, I see what you mean.”

"Yes, that's what I thought too. The operators took their texts to other places, which means...their texts will come into contact with the operators."

Lin Sanjiu released each word one by one, as if she was afraid that if she said it too soon, the idea would escape her and run away. "You read me, you know. When I was lying in the ventilation fan of Qiandao's office, I used the [Hongyan Family Letter] to communicate with He Lily, and He Lily used the communicator to communicate with Bai Cong. They remained on the phone at that time."

Yu Yuan nodded, without any expression of sudden enlightenment or confusion.

"And the communicator between her and Bai Cong... was given by me."

By the time Zhuan Weiwei finished speaking, Lin Sanjiu had already taken out a communicator from the card library.

"It may be too late to think of looking for Bai Cong now." She took a deep breath and said, "I can only place my hope on one thing..."

"What?"

"That is, when the operator gets new materials and texts, they will not use them immediately. Conceiving and writing all take time. If the operator has no ideas and has not started writing a new game, maybe Bai Cong's The text is still in his hand." Lin Sanjiu said while dialing Bai Cong's communicator. "It's quiet enough here. Most of the white paper has nothing that can block the transmission of sound..."

From somewhere far away, the familiar contact sound sounded slightly.