Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"See that?" she said to the two dolls on the ground. "You have to put in the effort; you can't just give up like this."

Finally, with tears in her eyes, she made a wish to the thousand-year-old book: "I hope my parents can get back together!"

These words seemed to possess a magical power; amidst the overlapping echoes, the girl's tears dripped onto the doll.

The scene went dark.

When the lights came on again, a negatively charged patter was lying on the wood-grain floor.

"Oh...ah!"

The negatively charged person, after stretching and patting themselves, saw their radish-like hands and screamed in fright.

"It seems Mr. Izumi has turned into a negatively charged patting doll. Things aren't looking good."

Qishu, controlling the positive electric pat that his wife had transformed into, stood up unsteadily.

Using the reflective bottom of an overturned soda can to see their own appearance, the couple blamed each other again.

"What on earth did you do?"

"Ugh, why do you always blame me?"

Just then, a platinum book with legs interrupted the conversation: "Yes, why do you always blame him?"

The couple were quite frightened by the strange appearance of the platinum book.

“I am the Book of Wishes, awakening for seven days every thousand years. I promised your daughter that I would restore your marriage.”

"Now I will help you rekindle your love, hahaha, you see, love is a mountain..."

Amidst the incessant chatter of the strange books, Negative Charge Pat discovered his daughter Rose writing something on the wooden table.

The two patted each other and looked at each other.

“We have to go there; she must know what’s going on.”

The screen view splits in two, and the two people control their own electric rabbits.

Since the dolls are only the size of a palm, the stacks of cardboard boxes in the storage room look like a small mountain to them.

"It has a very flexible and responsive feel."

Qishu's positive-electric patter ran and jumped on the floor, trying to jump on those bottles and jars that looked like decorations. Each one was a real object, not a sticker.

Follow the prompts.

Quanshu stared with great interest at the seemingly plausible game screen.

The game he recreated from memory could never be exactly the same, especially given the differences in art style.

Playing the two-player mode, which now resembles a remake, has a unique charm.

The two patters worked together to pull the switch that controlled the mechanical staircase, and together they jumped and smashed the glass jar.

They leap and bound along the transformer's electrical conduits on the attic-like shelves, using short saws and suspended boxes.

"Oh, sorry."

Qishu's positive electric patter stepped on the rolling paint bucket, crushing the mistaken Izumi Tree like a cockroach being run over.

"Compared to previous live streams, Ms. Qishu seems to have made an unusually large number of mistakes today," Izumi politely reminded her.

Qi Shu said with a grin, "This is my first time playing a two-player game. Please forgive me if our teamwork isn't good."

He glanced at the smug Qi Shu on the screen, his face practically screaming, "I did it on purpose!"

To the accompaniment of light music, the two men, riding chainsaws and using electric drills, leap over obstacles and retrieve the lost fuses one by one.

The imaginative map design and engaging puzzle-solving interactions are gradually becoming more prominent.

"Using shelving as a palace – that's the kind of expressive power a 3D game should have. I strongly suggest other game developers take a look."

"I've developed a condition where I want to play any game I see in the countryside."

"Now that I've learned the game, where do I get a partner?"

Qi Shu inserted the last fuse into the switch. As the switch opened, the two were launched by the rising mechanical staircase and landed on their daughter's desk.

Feeling lucky, the two rushed toward their daughter who was writing and drawing under the lamp, but were stopped by the suddenly appearing thousand-year-old book.

"Get out of the way, you lousy book."

"That's right, don't block our way!"

Amidst the couple's bickering, the ancient book said, "Before seeing our daughter, there's something I want you to see."

He pressed the switch on the wall, the roller shutter opened, and a rumbling vacuum cleaner was ready to go.

The vacuum cleaner had big, bright eyes and was entirely orange, as if it had been possessed by Rotom.

"Let me introduce you. This is Cody, the one you know, the one who sucks all sorts of garbage into your stomach," the Millennium Book chimed in.

The vacuum cleaner was furious: "So it was you! You're the one who ruined my stomach with all sorts of garbage!"

"Trash? I just inhale dust."

But Rotom's vacuum cleaner ignored his explanation and, in a fit of rage, sucked the two of them up and back to the starting point.

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Advantage Lies With Me

Unfortunately, the two dolls fell and tumbled under the old, dilapidated wooden floor.

"To see my daughter again, I must climb up that vacuum cleaner," the Millennium Book said, pointing to the enormous machine above, wielding a plastic tube.

The wife sighed, "Why do you have to treat us like this?"

"Because you two must learn to cooperate."

"This is not our strong suit."

The ancient book doesn't care about such things. It says, "Cooperation is the foundation for the success or failure of a relationship. Good luck to you."

A complex area consisting of various inhalation and exhalation pipes became an obstacle in front of the two.

After a brief attempt, they both fell into the sewage.

This area requires even more teamwork; when entering the pipe, another person needs to control the direction of the pipe.

Some viewers noticed something amiss in the live chat.

"It's only been a short while, but the way to solve the puzzles in this game seems to have changed."

"What a complicated two-player puzzle."

"Dual perspectives are so difficult, I would have gotten dizzy in that situation."

Fortunately, Qishu is good at getting started with new games, and apart from occasional mishaps, their collaboration went smoothly.

As the two overcame numerous obstacles and were about to enter the exit, a huge vacuum cleaner emerged from under the table, its two plastic arms hissing out white smoke.

The music suddenly became intense.

She was taken aback. Wait, puzzle games also have boss battles?

"You destroyed my digestive system and then left me here to fend for myself!"

The angry vacuum cleaner roared and raised its plastic hose, which was spewing white smoke.

"Thumbs up!"

Flaming canisters were launched from the nozzles, trailing long plumes of black smoke as they crashed onto the ground.

The fire pots that fell to the ground did not disappear, but instead became a nuisance that could explode at any moment.

At the same time, the two noticed the circular doll's life bar appearing in the corner.

Qi Shu dodged a flying fire pot that crashed down and said with ease, "Twelve life points, the margin for error in this game's BOSS battles is quite high."

But the next second, she was grazed by the white smoke rising from the plastic arm slamming onto the table, and her six health points instantly evaporated.

Qi Shu immediately tensed up; he couldn't afford to be the first to die in the BOSS battle.

Is the tolerance for error really high? Yes, it is.

"The streamer's face is always slapped in the face exceptionally quickly."

"The battle with the vacuum cleaner is what it is."

The inverted T-shaped area behind the table rises up, revealing a vertical U-shaped exhaust pipe.

Its air inlet is at the bottom, and its outlet is above the raised T-shaped platform.

This pipe was no different from the previous obstacle area. Quanshu's negative charge bounced up and down the pipe opening, manipulating the pipe to sway left and right, and the storm sucked in the fire pots that had accumulated on the field.

Seeing this, Qishu found the pipe outlet on the raised T-shaped platform, lifted it up, and aimed it at the top of the vacuum cleaner.

The stacked fire cups moved upwards along the U-shaped pipe, like missiles being fired from the top of the pipe at the vacuum cleaner.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosions and bursts of flame erupted, and the vacuum cleaner wailed in agony: "Stop! It's burning! I'll turn you into garbage!"

Enraged by the tit-for-tat response, the vacuum cleaner swung its plastic arms back and forth, spraying out a dense array of flat, round "landmines" as if they were free.

The sea of ​​landmines that fell from the sky quickly covered the entire tabletop.

Fortunately, there are only a few seconds between the landing and the explosion, and the two dolls hopped around, using the time difference to survive.

Before the two could even catch their breath after the intense attack, the vacuum cleaner ripped open its own skull, spewing out chunks of gray stone.

A huge boulder suddenly appeared, and the spring tree was accidentally hit by the falling rocks. The negatively charged spores flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Before it could recover from the impact of the landing, another boulder came hurtling towards it.

"Snapped!"

His doll turned to ashes.

Quanshu said helplessly, "I'm gone, but you can revive me if you hold on for a few seconds."

"Watch my performance."

The strange tree tumbled and dodged the gray stones, while the electric beams nimbly weaved through the hail of bullets.

Just then, the catwalk rose up again, and she jumped up to control the air vents. The resurrected Izumi Tree hurriedly ran to the air inlet.

The two used the same trick again, and the vacuum cleaner's health bar at the top of the screen was reduced by a large amount.

The vacuum cleaner, its massive head swaying, fired again, alternating between four different attack methods, forcing the two to flee in a sorry state.

The deafening artillery fire and the overwhelming landmines on the field overturned the previous predictions of the viewers in the live chat.

"I was so stupid, how could Tingxiang possibly be a family ethics person?"

"What the hell?!"

"This is no longer a puzzle!"

The fire cupping caused considerable damage to the vacuum cleaner; after four rounds of counterattacks, its health bar was depleted, and it let out a heavy sigh.

"My arms... feel so weak."

Two enormous plastic pipes drooped limply, and interactive buttons appeared at their openings.

The two people lifted the pipe from the left and right, and the two plastic pipes joined together. The powerful suction made them entangled tightly.

The high load generated by the suction conflict compresses the ammunition stored inside the vacuum cleaner, and sparks fly out of the mechanical slot. After a violent shaking, the entire vacuum cleaner explodes.

The two were thrown to the ground again by the explosion.

This time, the Book of a Thousand Years did not stop them, but the doll's faint voice could not reach the daughter's ears.

“I can help; I know the way to the desk.”

A talking hammer lies in the corner; it helps on the condition that the two people rescue its friend trapped in the toolbox.

And so, a positively charged pat yields a hammer, a negatively charged pat yields a flying nail, and the game enters the second level.

Compared to their previous joint puzzle-solving exploration, the puzzle-solving after obtaining the hammer tended to be done separately.