Doomsday female supporting role

Xia Qing stared at the closed door, and for a moment she wondered whether she had really entered the room behind the door. Then she secretly laughed at herself, in the interweaving of reality and illusion, and it was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

If you consider it as a copy in the game, it might be much easier to explain.

It should be that she touched some "switches", so she was kicked out of the room directly. As for what the "switches" are, it may be a key item she touches, or it may be a taboo that the builder is unwilling to let "players" touch.

She guessed that the retro notebook should be a notepad or something, which is likely to record secret information related to the owner of the room. For each "player" in the "copy", there may be only one chance to enter and exit the room.

"The only thing I know is that I know nothing."

What are you suggesting? What is it related to those graphics?

Xia Qing rubbed the lines on the silver bracelet and thought to herself.

However, there is one thing she can be sure that the builder here or the messenger behind him cannot do whatever he wants in the "copy" even if he has a certain degree of dominance. Otherwise, her purpose should have been achieved long ago, so why bother to gather everyone here?

In the eyes of the builders behind the scenes, they are like prey on the net. If so, then the purpose of the previous "copy" is probably not just to defeat each one, but also to screen...

Then what are the filtering conditions?

Even if the caught fish is caught, the fishermen will choose fat big fish and abandon small fish.

The mystery before was not solved, but it became bigger and bigger like a snowball.

Xia Qing looked at the end of the corridor. Although it was so bright around, the end was dark and there was nothing to see.

She walked towards the next room while tidying up her thoughts.

If, as they speculated, the builder is like the developer of the game, the core of building the game world is programming and modeling, and the programming language is an important link that cannot be avoided in this process. Developers must also follow the rules of the computer language at the same time.

The builder behind the scenes should be the same. She can formulate rules for "copy", but at the same time, she will be restricted by rules during the construction process. Once she is in a dungeon, both players, NPCs, and developers will be restricted by the "copy" rules.

This explains why she cannot attack them at will. Of course, as a builder, there must be an advantage that ordinary "players" do not have, just as there are inevitably some bugs in the game.

For example, in the previous "duplicate", she could disguise herself as Hu Shan, a "character" who is easier to approach the target and reduces the target's vigilance.

Then what form will she appear this time, or she has appeared, just hidden in the dark...

Now that she is alone, she may have become her next hunting target. The bait can attract fish, and the prey can also attract hunters in the dark.

Xia Qing gently turned the handle and the door was opened. This time there was no strange whispering sound. The light was bright. The first thing that came into sight was insects and plant specimens that were almost covered with the entire wall.

Scanning the room, she felt that the room had a larger space than the previous one.

A single bed and a desk are placed near the window. There is a simple clothes hanger on the other side of the bed. Several clothes are hung on the hanger. Judging from the style and size of the clothes, it should be worn by a boy in his teenage years.

The windows of the room are not sealed with wooden boards like those in the living room, so through the windows, you can vaguely see the well in the courtyard. The mouth of the well is emitted in the fog, and the halo is bright and dark like the rhythm of breathing.

Xia Qing walked around the room and found white animal hair everywhere in the room.

The living area actually only takes up a very small space in the room.

A row of bookshelfs against the wall are placed on the bookshelf. The number of trophies is enough to prove the excellence of the owner of the room. Most of the books on the bookshelf are related to biology, as well as books on anatomy and medicine, and they seem to have traces of being read.

When her eyes swept through, a book caught her attention. It was probably not unfamiliar to those who studied medicine - "The Eternal Hela".

Xia Qing took "The Eternal Hela" from the bookshelf and quickly looked it through. Of course, this could not be the book she had read, but the contents in the book were extremely similar, all revolving around "Hela Cells".

Hela cells come from tumor cells of a cervical cancer patient. They are the first "immortal" cell cultured in vitro in the history of medicine. They are widely used in scientific research in many fields, such as genes, radiation, cancer, cross-species cell fusion, etc.

Hela cells are essentially a malignantly proliferating cancer cell, but compared with other cancer cells, it is more infectious, proliferating faster, can divide infinitely without aging and death. In addition, it can break the barriers between species and fusion across species cells.

Xia Qing's expression changed slightly, and in some aspects it was quite similar to N virus. Is there any connection between the two...

"Ohing I know is that I know nothing." This sentence inexplicably jumped into her mind.

She put the book back to its original place and took a few books and read it quickly. The more she read it, the more weird she felt. Most of the books she read were professional books, but it was a bit obscure for a teenager in her teenager. Could it be that the owner of the room was someone else? Perhaps the owner of the room was a genius boy.

Xia Qing was neatly reading the books she had read and began to look at the specimens in the room. All the specimens in the room were arranged in a regular manner in the specimen frame, some hanging on the wall, and some were displayed in glass cabinets.

Gradually, she discovered something strange again.

There was no abnormality in the specimens hanging on the wall. Although she did not recognize some insect and plant specimens, it was still within her cognitive scope.

However, the specimens in the glass cabinet made her feel that they were not like specimens, but more like paintings made by children arbitrarily graffiti.

The mantis and centipede are combined together, but the white cockroach has a pair of colorful butterfly wings. One of them occupies the entire specimen box beetle, and the wings are covered with "eyes". Of course, the so-called eyes are not human eyes, nor are the compound eyes of insects. The purple wings are covered with white bumps, and each bump has a black dot, which looks like an eye.

The size of an adult's palm, the dissected yellow beetle cannot see the Maharaja tube in its body, but it has excretion organs similar to humans...

Not only insects, but also plants that grow like brain tissue, with clear ravines. The pink leaves of meat are like lung leaves, the white veins are like trachea, and the dark red veins on the leaves are very similar to human lungs. A bright red flower has a circle of canine teeth in the original core.

Are these strange specimens artificial or distorted?

Suddenly, there was a sound of running behind me, both light and heavy...

Xia Qing turned around quickly and saw a short black shadow flashing quickly from the door. She did not rush to chase the black shadow, but turned around and scanned the room again.

A "buzzing" sound came from my ears, which was the sound of insect wings vibrating rapidly. The next moment, something made a sour sound when scratching the glass. The bloated compound eyes on the dragonfly's head seemed to have a brilliant flash.

The fog outside the window was thicker, but the thick fog around the wellhead seemed to be dispelled by the halo, and the halo was slowly expanding. As the halo expanded, the light in the room seemed to have also changed.

This time, when she left the room, she closed the door casually to isolate the weird noises. Then she found that the end of the corridor was no longer pitch black, and a door appeared there.

Without hesitation, she walked towards the half-open and half-closed door. Outside the door was the yard, and the light around the bright aisle became dim and unclear in an instant.

A few steps away, a wooden house could be seen in the mist. There was a trough in front of the wooden house, and a wooden fence on the side facing her. You could vaguely see the black shadow shaking with a faint whine.

She walked a few steps towards the wooden house, and the scene she saw reminded her of those strange specimens.

No matter how cute the animal is, after being stripped of its fur, it is probably only terrifying. The flesh-pink subcutaneous tissue, the bright red blood vessels, and huge meat balls composed of several animals appear in front of her. Their bodies are stuck together, like a deformed monster.

The monster is still alive, but the aberrant body has begun to decay, like a necrotic tissue, unable to distinguish its original appearance, and the unnecrotic part is surviving.

Then, she saw a pair of big and round eyes, with long eyelashes and dark holes in her eyes, as if she was looking at her, her eyes were desperate and dull.

For some reason, looking at the aberrant creature in front of her, she suddenly felt anger and deep disgust.

Xia Qing left the wooden house full of decay and walked towards the only light source in the yard. After walking a few steps, she saw a boy's back. He sat on a small stone pier and whispered in front of the well, a language she had never heard before.

It seems to be in response to the boy's words that the halo at the wellhead is undergoing subtle changes.

Just as she wanted to get close, the sitting boy suddenly turned around and looked straight at her.

The boy was about teenage years old and pale. He was John's son Jim, who was holding a dog.

The boy was wearing a hoodie and the zipper was only half pulled. Most of the dog's body was hidden under the clothes, only showing his head and half of his body at the collar.

The dog seems to have a very serious skin disease, with a drooping head, and almost no hair can be seen on the exposed body, and there are erythema on the skin.

Xia Qing was about to speak, but the boy made a gesture of silence at her, and the dog in his arms was still motionless.

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Don't talk, I can't hear her speak."

Xia Qing ignored his dissuasion and asked, "Jim, is your dog sick?"

The boy showed obvious displeasure on his face, and did not answer Xia Qing's words, and said stubbornly: "Don't talk."

"Is your dog dead?" Xia Qing continued, approaching the boy as she said.

However, at this moment, a shrill scream pierced the sky, followed by a gunshot. Xia Qing looked in the direction of the attic, and when she turned around, the boy was gone.