The post is actually vague, and there is an unsettling vibe from start to finish.

After the special section of Dead Man's game appeared, players had a lot of speculation about the content written in the banned post. The most widely accepted opinion was that some players angered the core NPC in the game, causing them to self-inflict in some way. Take Destruction - This angered the other NPCs in the instance to a certain extent, and eventually caused the player to be nearly destroyed.

This also means that the core NPC should be located in the highest and unattainable position, untouchable and inviolable. As far as the game is concerned, he is the heart of the game; his death directly led to the opening of the special section.

Many people cannot believe this speculation. The dead game, no matter who its creator is, should be a real, living person——

But even if the core NPC is the core, it is just a string of data stored in the computer.

Even if it is obliterated, it should not have such a direct and huge effect.

Who would be so mad to find a real person to be buried with because of the death of the paper man? No matter how maddened he was, he wouldn't be able to reach this level.

Unless... the NPCs in the game have developed self-awareness and are out of the control of the game maker.

This makes them unacceptable. They would rather believe that the words in the banned post are just a preface and introduction to open a special section, which is equivalent to a preview shown to players by game producers. Even if some people believe it, they have nowhere to look for their identity. Over time, it has become a rumor that is not true or false.

Looking back now, the gardener only felt chills down his spine: he thought that the attitude of those servants towards the so-called young master was not like a god?

Before this, he had never seen an NPC treated like this in a dungeon.

"There are dolls in there," the maid's voice trembled. "You remember? ... The dolls were also mentioned there!"

Loyal Corps, Iron-blooded Defenders.

Of course the gardener remembers.

He gradually compared the details with the copy where he was, and unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat.

That being said...they are in a most special instance.

What's even more shocking is that the last time the player only got the result that only one person survived.

He finally realized how difficult this test was. The human instinct to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage came into play for the first time, and all the cells in the body were raising their heads high for warning.

"Avoid that young master," the maid gritted her teeth and calmed herself down, "we can only avoid him..."

"Do not."

The gardener's voice was particularly dry, interrupting her. There is a different light in his pupils, which are as dense as clusters of beating fire. Ambition climbed up along the whites of his eyes, gradually revealing his figure, his excited teeth clenched, "We want to find him."

The maid looked at him in shock, apparently thinking he was crazy.

"We're going to find him," said the gardener in a low, soft voice, "if we can bring him back to life—"

At that moment, the maid also understood what he meant.

If this is true, for the death of the young master, the dead begin to devour life.

What kind of supreme reward will they get who contributed to the young master's birth...

Jinshan is close at hand. The opportunities they face outweigh the dangers.

She swallowed it unconsciously, feeling a little heartbeat in her heart.

What if they could really bring people back?

She and the gardener looked at each other for a long time, and after a while, the gardener said: "This matter, we have to plan well..."

The voice gradually blurred, and the eyes of the two were full of meaning. No one noticed that in the beautiful box packed on the table, a gray rabbit doll was slowly shaking its ears.

"Snapped……"

"Snapped……"

These small voices did not attract the attention of the two of them. The doll moved slightly, and suddenly heard the twins say coldly, "What are you talking about when you're not working?"

This sentence made both the gardener and the maid successfully close Mai. The gray rabbit didn't move for a moment, and stood stiffly in the gift box, with two slender arms supporting the two ends of the box.

do not look at me……

Don't find me!

Contrary to the prayer in its heart, its box was raised by a slender hand. The younger brother raised one corner of his mouth and slowly shook the gift box.

"A dishonest toy."

He said maliciously, piercing the wrapping paper with his fingers and stuffing it into the carton. He squeezed the two long ears tightly, the gray rabbit was trembling all over, trembling in his palm, and wanted to call out loudly to the companion outside the box for help - but his brother's hand turned sharply, It was turned by him to grab the slender neck, and immediately lifted its fingers, it drooped its head softly, and could no longer speak.

The gardener noticed his movement, but did not understand what it meant. He just lowered his head, responded roughly, and exchanged glances with the maid without a trace when the NPC didn't care.

They don't have much time to plan. The young master's birthday party is the next day, and all the preparations are finally coming to an end. When the gardener stepped into the banquet hall again, he could hardly recognize it was the previous one - in front of him was a gorgeous picture. The long dining table, the white cloth, the delicate flowers, the delicate patterns painted on the edges of the plates, and the thousands of gift boxes clustered together, almost touching the ceiling. The twins counted with their hands, placing the last ones on the edge, with a broken gray rabbit on top. It opened its eyes and stared from above.

The cake was brought up carefully, with a full seventeen layers, and they had basically never seen a cake height that they had never heard of. Each layer is adorned with thin cream flowers and vines, and the top layer has seven burning white candles, the candles dangling in the air, carefully guarded by the twins.

Even those who have not experienced the previous preparations can see how much thought was spent on this banquet. The gardener confirmed his guess again.

He and the manservant stood at the side of the dining table together, but did not look at each other at all, only watching the twins open the gold watch on their chests with a click. The twins' two pairs of green eyes were staring at the hands, and only their lips moved slightly, as if they were counting down.

Gardeners know what they are waiting for. In a minute, it will be twelve o'clock midnight.

When the bell of twelve o'clock has officially struck, the young master's birthday will really come. In this dungeon, the big day that excited all the NPCs will finally begin slowly with the resounding sound of the bell.

The play is about to start.

Fives.

Four.

three.

two.

one

The hour hand, the minute hand, and the second hand finally overlapped in one place, and the resounding bell sounded from nowhere, shaking the ground one after another, shaking the ground. The twins turned around, opened their arms, and commanded in a voice that was almost excited: "Open the door!"

"Open the door - welcome our guests!"

The gardener had absolutely no idea who the guest they were talking about was, and he had never seen anyone else here. He and the footman stood by the door alone, and with all his strength, he slowly reopened the door of the banquet hall to welcome these mysterious and unknown guests—

tide.

At this moment, the gardener's pupils suddenly narrowed!

Influx into the flow is the plush tide. Countless incomplete plush rabbits and plush bears filed in front of them, dragging their hands, feet and ears that had only been roughly sewn once or twice, dragging their stumbling steps, paired like people. , the group settled down on the chair with difficulty. This scene was supposed to be cute, because their short stature was even a little clumsy, but in this cold night with only candlelight, their button eyes only made people shudder.

The gardener had an eerie delusion, as if theirs had become real in an instant.

Black and white, looking at him.

belong to the human eye.

...

He swallowed slightly and looked away. He never knew he had doll phobia, but in such a large group of dolls, he seemed to be ill, and his breathing was gradually difficult.

These small and peculiar guests were finally seated, and as they sat down, the twins tapped a translucent goblet in their hands, attracting their attention.

"Everyone is welcome."

The twins had identical, copy-pasted smiles on their faces.

"As you can see, you are here today to celebrate our young master's seventeenth birthday."

The guests applauded silently, and in this dull applause, the twins' faces were lit up by the light of the dancing candles.

Their turquoise eyes sparkled, and their tones were high and impassioned.

"We are eternally grateful to the world for creating such a unique creation;

We are forever grateful to the sun and the moon, which does not hesitate to pass on its brilliance.

When we looked at him, we shuddered that he was such a translucent soul—

When we look to him, we will automatically receive eternal blessings from him.

He is a god! He is the supreme god! !

I thank him for his care, for giving us his body and mind - when he comes, he should not suffer, he was born of the light. "

Brother Lance said with a trembling voice, "If he asks me, what would you sacrifice to me?"

"World, my god!" The younger brother answered loudly, his pupils burning, "My god—I would like to use the world as your sacrifice!"

Countless dolls raised their arms high and opened their mouths silently. They couldn't make a sound, but they were clearly responding and spit out this sentence as if they were jointly swearing.

"I would like to use the world - as your sacrifice!!"

The gardener was shocked and couldn't say a word. He had to pinch himself desperately so as not to lose his composure in such a weird and peculiar picture. Fortunately, the twins finally said: "Next, we will invite the protagonist of our birthday party..."

Their slender arms pointed to the door.

The gardener raised his head suddenly and looked at the open door. There was a vague, indistinct white figure there, walking slowly and strangely towards the banquet hall.

At first, the gardener just thought his steps were strange; when he got closer, he realized that he was not actually walking.

Instead, countless dolls pushed him, surrounded him, and taught him to move forward.

The fluttering white shadow gradually approached. When he turned his face and took his seat slowly in the crowd, the gardener suddenly saw his face clearly. At that moment, this familiar face was scorched on his heart like a hot iron, teaching him to almost shout out loud.

……It's him.

It's him!

It's the player who was sent to repair the doll! ! !

The author has something to say:

Kou Dong: I am the most important.

If the game has 101, it goes without saying that I will debut in the C position.