When this strong negative cognition arose, a sharp pain suddenly swept through Guo Guo's brain.

Somewhere, she felt a terrifying suction that pulled her in the direction of the projected screen.

...It was impossible in the past, impossible to kill!

Guo Guo tried her best to calm herself down, closed her eyes and meditated that everything was fake, and fought against this attraction.

I don't know how long it took, the whole back was soaked with sweat, and that power slowly disappeared. Guo Guo opened her sore eyes and saw that the projection room had returned to darkness, and the projector that had been touched by mistake was also quietly sitting on the shelf, unable to see the light source that turned on the display.

Guo Guo lowered her eyes to look at the spot she had just touched by mistake - there was still a thick layer of ash on it, and there was no trace of being wiped.

Could it be her hallucination just now?

She gasped and thought for two seconds, pressed it on her temples, a contact lens appeared on the bridge of her nose, and a few lines of data appeared on the lens:

[[Dimensional Reduction Glasses] is continuing to reduce the negative impact of the ability [Sky Eye] for you. Currently, the remaining energy is 12, please charge it in time. 】

Before the graduation exam, these props were fully charged. Now that it suddenly descends to the center of the earth, it is only possible that the [Sky Eye] has been triggered.

Realizing this, Guo Guo felt her head start to ache again. But now she is no longer the novice who fainted as soon as she saw the vision, and she will no longer blindly believe the images instilled in her eyes.

She believes more in herself, more in 606, and more in the future they are creating.

After sorting out her thoughts, Guo Guo continued to check the projection room, and soon found a machine that seemed to be able to print photos. There were also two rows of small two-inch photos attached to the side of the machine. The portraits on the photos were almost blank. Before Guo Guo could take a second look, a voice sounded in his mind:

"Xinjue, Guoguo, can you hear us?"

When he found out that his roommate had disappeared, Zhang You was taking out the therapeutic medicine from his backpack, but all these bottles could only be stuffed into Zheng Wanqing's hands.

Zheng Wanqing: "...I drink ten bottles?"

Since there were only two people left, they guessed that 606 should have been divided into two teams, and the other team was naturally Tang Xinjue and Guo Guo. Comparing the map and the characteristics of the room in front of them, the two quickly recognized their location:

"This should be between the third and sixth districts of the archives, which mainly store historical archives."

Zhang Ye walked between the bookshelves, observing the books and materials on them.

They know that the official language of the university town is a string of garbled symbols that only ghosts can understand, and most of the materials in the library are also composed of these garbled characters.

But in the core file area, the presence of Chinese has gradually increased, and they can understand more and more information.

"Experimental records... 077... 084... 097... Zhang You, come and have a look."

Zheng Wanqing saw several brand-new black booklets with many words related to experiments written in them, which were more like a diary than a book.

[Today is the day when all anchors are activated and the first in-world experiment starts. Although the concept of date has been abandoned in the university town for a long time, I still want to record all this, in the hope that after my death, someone will inherit my will and goals and successfully disintegrate the university town. ]

[To this day, I still think the college town was a product of error. Its development is destined to run counter to the original intention when we created it. We can only create a half-finished product, and we cannot control the quantity and method of containment. Their ambition and greed will inevitably devour the university town. If they can be destroyed together with the university town and go back to the ground, this record will not return to the light of day. But when college towns begin to repair themselves, it means we are no longer there, and they are still here...]

[For this reason, I and ... and others designed the last program to pull in new companions from the main world, transfer the energy of the university city and deliver its destiny according to the rules we left behind. ]

[I don't want one to name the program, its name will be randomly generated by the 1000th code. Although I can't see the day when it works, I hope, it is a poetic and powerful

Name, just like us in the beginning. ]

Turning to the next page, the handwriting turns to scribbles:

[001 experimental records. The first time: success; the second time: failure; the third time: success...]

What follows is repeated records and terminology, with no new information and text. After a moment of silence, Zheng Wanqing turned to look at Zhang You: "Is the name [Dorm Room Survival Game] very poetic?"

Zhang You: "...Maybe in the aesthetics of the program, it's like this."

Even if they let themselves lose their memory, it's too late. Although the counselor warned that they can't take the initiative to contact "the origin of the university city" in the copy, but now it should be ... passive contact?

The two couldn't figure it out for a while. However, I don’t know if it’s because of their self-comforting guess, or because of the special space they are in—even though I have already memorized a secret story about the university town in my mind, after several minutes, they still stand there without any punishment. come.

"That's all right." Zhang You breathed a sigh of relief and made a decisive decision: "In that case, let's watch more."

She has a feeling that the appearance of this information is inseparable from the end of the graduation exam. Now that they know more about it, it may be helpful for customs clearance.

The second document that I can understand is on another bookshelf. The pages are garbled and mixed with Chinese. It seems to be about issues related to the "underground miasma".

Zhang You is not good at studying the complex content of this language on and off, so he simply handed it over to Zheng Wanqing, the paper madman, who only read it once and accurately extracted the above information:

"It records the disputes between the two parties. They should have a total of 12 people. The opinion of 6 people is to block all the outlets that may leak the miasma, and never have future troubles; but the other 6 people's opinions are the opposite, they think that blocking is worse than sparse. University The foundation of the city is still unstable, and forcible suppression can easily lead to collapse, and it is easy to cause... an earthquake."

Zheng Wanqing noticed that the word earthquake appeared several times in the data: "The discussion about earthquakes follows. They predict that in the near future, there will be an earthquake in the university town, which will lead to the connection between the underground space and the university town. Ghosts can come in without screening. In order to prevent them from living beyond that time to manage, a more complete backup system needs to be created in advance to control the situation.”

Zhang You thought thoughtfully: "What about the back?"

Zheng Wanqing frowned to tell the difference: "We are still arguing later... I feel that they are more like distributing inheritance."

According to various information, if these 12 people are the founders of the first generation of university towns, then in this record, they have long been sure that they will disappear soon, and after their death, the university town is their "legacy" ".

Creators have been slow to unify on what to do with college towns. Some people say that a dignified supervision system should be established, and only those more terrifying than ghosts can suppress them and prevent chaos; some people say that a rich ecological and internal circulation space should be created, so that ghosts can also live normally in it, and then completely block it. University town, make it an island that will never be discovered.

"...Some people say that you can try to throw the university city back to the main world and leave its fate to the real human beings to decide."

Zheng Wanqing read out another person's rebuttal:

"But how to ensure that when thrown into the main world, the anchor point on the timeline is both after the 21st century and before their timeline... If the main world is not prepared, the university city is just a nightmare that humans cannot understand ."

[There must be a more neutral approach, and until then, I recommend pausing the University Town...until preparations are complete. ]

"What about the back?"

"Gone."

"Gone?"

"Yes." Zheng Wanqing opened the back page, but it was blank.

After that sentence, the handwriting on the back of the entire document seemed to have been wiped out collectively, and no information remained.

"The part you don't want us to know?" Zhang You nodded.

In fact, even if they don't look at the records at the back, they can already roughly figure out what happened next: the Ministry of Education, the eyeball teacher, the exam world, the game is coming...

Everything is already programmed.

Zhang Youpin

Frowning: "Let's find out if there is any other information."

They were trapped in these archives and reference rooms, and they could neither go back nor move forward. They could only wait except to search for information.

Waiting for the opportunity to contact teammates and leave.

Zheng Wanqing didn't move: "I heard a voice."

Zhang You's eyebrows jumped, and he was about to defend himself when he suddenly heard a familiar voice, which came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

It's a spiritual connection!

The last time entered the library, although the four of them were separated into four different spaces, they could still communicate normally through spiritual connection.

But this time, as soon as the other three disappeared, Tang Xinjue found that the spiritual power connecting 606 was also disconnected.

She immediately understood that it was the result of interference from outside forces.

Combined with the last time the library encountered "npc from other places", the external cause this time also has a high probability of appearing near her.

Sure enough, just after passing through a few old bookshelves, Tang Xinjue saw the source of the "magnetic interference": in front of the round table in the corner of the room, there were three... stick figures?

The matchstick people who existed in the three-dimensional space in two-dimensional form did not seem to see Tang Xinjue approaching. They were chatting fiercely, and the arms of the matchstick line were swaying and waving in the air.

When Tang Xinjue approached, the mixed voices of boys and girls entered my ears:

"Have you forgotten one of the most basic rules of university towns? University towns belong to students! If you add programs like teachers and directors, the rules will contradict themselves, and the probability of bugs will increase several times!"

A boy asked fiercely.

"That's right, so we're not just bringing in teachers and educational programs, but opening up the whole system, adding to normal community and city life, attracting more similar creations, bringing them together around a college town - a college town that has to be A real city so that it can create the energy needed to sustain it."

A girl said calmly.

"With all due respect, why not just destroy the university town? Instead of expecting the semi-finished product to automatically evolve into a finished product, it would be easier to destroy it directly from the timeline?"

Another girl interjected coldly.

"What are you talking about?" The stickman who raised the first question shook his head in disbelief. He obviously felt that the suggestions of the other two stickmen were outrageous:

"Are you crazy?"

"We're not crazy, we're just dead, Abu."

"...Everyone is looking for the most suitable home for the university town. This is our last responsibility, no matter in those prosperous timelines, whether we exist or not..."

When he walked to the round table, Tang Xinjue only heard the last two sighs of the girl, slightly sad.

Tang Xinjue noticed that there were three student ID cards on the table. But unlike their student ID cards, the small two-inch photos of these student ID cards are covered with a stick figure, blocking the original photo.

Could it be that this has something to do with the formation of the stickman state?

She raised her eyes again, but there were two less stickmen at the round table, and only the original frustrated male stickman remained, staring at the narrow window on the wall in a daze.

Tang Xinjue: "There is nothing outside the window."

"I know." Stickman made a self-deprecating voice and was actually talking to Tang Xinjue: "A lot of white mist has accumulated here all year round. Do you know why this happens?"

Tang Xinjue answered truthfully, "I don't know, why?"

Stickman: "Because there is no budget."

Tang Xinjue: "..."

Stickman added: "Because facing the white fog all the year round will lead to depression, we have held more than a dozen plenary meetings, and finally decided to overcome the difficulties and ensure that these fogs are invisible for eight hours a day. It was handed to me and it was done perfectly."

Tang Xinjue realized something and raised his eyebrows slightly: "How did you do it?"

Stickman: "I set the fog time to clear at night, when it gets dark, everyone can't see the fog outside the window."

"."

unexpected

Inside, outside of reason. Tang Xinjue didn't plan to communicate with it for too long: "Excuse me, but I want to find my friend. Staying near you will affect our communication signals. Can you point me to a way to leave?"

"Oh, sorry for delaying you."

The stickman was also very polite, apologized repeatedly, picked up his black hat and got up to leave. But just before leaving, it suddenly turned around. On its head with no facial features, Tang Xinjue seemed to be able to see a pair of eyes staring at him:

"Sorry, but I want to take your time for one last question."

Tang Xinjue naturally retracted the hand that was going to get the desktop student ID card: "You say it."

"As you can see, I'm struggling with one thing right now, and it's a dilemma. There are two paths before me: one is to accept my fate and die with my companions; the other is to use my tiny abilities , Be a lonely coward. Classmate, which way do you think I should choose?"