After everyone watched Miss Art beating and planning, Xiao Lan tried to communicate with the other party, trying to understand some clues about Yin.

After all, the game is produced by DEATH game studio, and the art and planning are all front-line R&D members. Yin is formed under their cooperation. No one knows about this project better than the game's makers.

The clues players can find are all from members of the original studio.

Therefore, if you can ask them directly, you will get a standard answer.

It's a pity that these two ghosts are completely addicted to their own world, and they don't respond at all to what the players say.

Even if she mentioned her boyfriend to Miss Art, or picked up the bottle of commemorative perfume, she didn't respond, but kept beating the plan with the blood-red whip fiercely.

The planner who was beaten just huddled in the corner and screamed. Although it seemed to make people feel happy, he didn't respond to their inquiries at all, and he didn't know how to ask for help.

Mu Yang frowned: "Like this...they don't seem to be very sober."

Hu Zhai scratched his round chin: "It seems like..."

Indeed, Miss Art was full of plans to beat this dog to death, and the plan seemed to be passively beaten in addition to jumping out to be scary. Neither party seemed sensible.

Xiao Lan speculated: "Is there something wrong with their souls after they died in Yin's hands? It may be that a part of their souls were swallowed up, they lost their thinking and memory, and only a little instinct and obsession remained. Will it be like this?"

Hu Zhai looked at the plan with contempt: "So, is this guy's obsession with dying secretly hiding in other people's art offices?"

Aw, so obscene.

Well done Miss, come on.

Seeing that no information could be obtained from the two ghosts, and the clues in this room had been collected almost, the players exited the office and closed the door intimately.

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After leaving the office, Xiao Lan found that the other doors had been opened, and some players were investigating, so they separated and entered the room that she looked at.

Xiao Lan and Luo casually found a room and walked in.

Mu Yang and Cheng Wenyi were with them all the way.

Xiao Lan, who had just walked out of the fine art office, felt that the impact on her was a little big.

This office is relatively large in size, but looks cluttered.

There are instant noodle buckets with thick green hair growing everywhere on the ground, as well as takeaway boxes that have dried out the mold. Tissue paper, plastic bags, water bottles, socks, slippers are thrown everywhere, and oil dots can be seen everywhere on the walls. .

It looked like walking into a junkyard.

The impact is not only visual, but also olfactory.

A sour smell spread in the air, combined with the smell of fermented food and the fragrance of old socks and shoes, as well as some unknown odors, which made people feel overwhelmed.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Wen frowned. He looked at his white couture suit and really didn't want to step into such a room. He stopped at the door and didn't enter, only poked Mu Yang and motioned him to go in alone.

Under the pressure of the tyrant, Mu Yang put away his precious game console and walked into the room.

There are several computers in the office, but they all look about the same messy and sloppy. There are programmers with the same standard plaid shirts on the seats. It is conceivable that the people in this office are living together. lifestyle.

I have to say, the style of each department of this studio is really unique.

Just looking at this room, the life of a programmer who works overtime and has no time to fall in love, has no time to take care of himself, and is becoming more and more depraved because everyone is degenerate, is vividly presented.

Behind one of the computers, Hua Bei raised his head and waved at them with a tissue in his nose, signaling them to come over.

Xiao Lan struggled to find a space in the rubbish on the ground, and was careful not to overturn the lunch boxes with unknown liquids. The journey was extremely difficult.

Arriving in front of Huabei, Xiao Lan found that in front of her was a computer that was turned on.

Huabei gestured at the computer screen: "Look, it, it is automatically turned on and turned on."

There is a computer that turns on itself in the haunted game company, which is actually within the acceptable range of players, but the strange thing is that this computer is playing games.

No one operates the keyboard, and the game characters play automatically by themselves.

Mu Yang glanced at it: "Automatic script?"

Script is to simulate the player's operation through computer commands. It is generally used for studio leveling or brushing some repetitive things, but there is a risk of being warned or banned.

He studied it carefully again, and then decided: "No, it can't be a script, this level of operation is too bad, a script can't be so stupid."

Huabei: "So, so... a ghost? He has been fighting this, this level for a long time."

Players stared at the screen, this is not only a ghost, but also a sloppy ghost in his lifetime, addicted to games after death, and his level is extremely strange.

Why does it seem a bit bleak?

As if to confirm Mu Yang's words, the game character on the screen performed a suffocating mental retardation operation.

"Ah—" With a sound, he died.

Mu Yang pointed to the black and white screen: "Look, I think as long as the intelligence level exceeds that of chimpanzees, they should not die in this place."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Then, as if provoked by Mu Yang's words, the computer screen began to flicker, and the frequency of flickering became faster and faster, and even the edge of the screen began to glow strangely red.

He looked like he wanted to hit someone.

Mu Yang: "..."

I'm wrong, okay... bro, I shouldn't mock your game skill, I just couldn't help telling the truth.

Xiao Lan looked at this computer that was different from the others and asked Mu Yang, "Can you beat this level?"

Mu Yang thought for a while: "...No problem."

Xiao Lan pointed to the empty seat in front of the computer: "Come on."

The punk boy glanced at the flashing dangerous screen, and then at Xiao Lan, whose expression was calm, so frightened that his hood fell off, and his face was full of disbelief: "I...?"

Xiao Lan nodded: "Help him fulfill his wish, maybe there will be clues."

After speaking, Xiao Lan stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder: "Don't worry, if there is any danger, I will take you away directly."

Mu Yang, who was arranged to be clear, said: "..."

Although what Xiao Lan said is very reasonable, did you grow up with gold and rubbish, this eldest brother? So much power!

Feeling that his body was very fragile, the boy put his hand on the keyboard with sadness and started the level again.

At the same time, Xiao Lan's hand did not leave his shoulder, not because he was afraid that the boy would not cooperate, but when there was any danger in the computer, he could just pick up the boy and run away.

After all, Mu Yang doesn't seem to belong to the type with very quick physical response. He only needs one hand to lead the other side to run.

Mu Yang's fingers were unusually flexible, and almost an afterimage appeared when he leaped on the keyboard.

It's obviously the same character, just like a drunkard who drank 800 jins just now, and now he can do anything. The protagonist of the game shuttles among the monsters, and every knife can accurately harvest life, and finally there is a point. Decent protagonist.

I have to say, this picture looks very pleasing to the eye.

The angrily flickering of the screen slowly slowed down, and finally calmed down, as if watching the boy's operations.

Finally arrived at the level boss, the character under the control of Mu Yang dodged leisurely in the opponent's attack, attacked every gap, played a very high combo, and finally passed the level without injury, and took the to the highest rating.

"Huh..." Mu Yang exhaled, feeling that his performance this round was not bad.

The ending animation began to play on the screen, announcing that the whole game had been completed.

But the players are not in the mood to pay attention to the game's plot. Their attention is on the surrounding environment, and they are alert to the danger that they do not know when they will come.

After the ending animation is finished, there is still no change in the surroundings.

At this moment, Mu Yang's hand had completely left the keyboard.

But the picture on the computer has changed.

After a complicated encryption operation, a hidden chat software was called up, and a group chat called "The Boss Die and Die Association" was opened.

The mouse hovers over a page of chat history.

Cosmic Invincible Merry Scholar-Zhao: Have you seen the newly bought idol in the boss's office?

Just want to play games: which?

Cosmic Invincible Merry Scholar-Zhao: It's the one he put in the small conference room in his office.

I just want to play games: I'm not the main program, the boss won't ask me for a meeting alone...

All plaid shirts: The boss rarely asks me for meetings.

The Invincible Merry Scholar of the Universe - Zhao: Oh, that's really a pity haha.

The Invincible Merry Scholar of the Universe-Zhao: Unfortunately, I am the only planner. It is very important to the boss, so I often go to meetings with me. Don't be jealous [smile]~

Cosmic Invincible Merry Scholar-Zhao: When I saw the god statue, I was accidentally inspired. The god statue owner said it was for money, but I think it can be used as the prototype of the hidden moon god statue.

Don't want to eat instant noodles: oh...

Just want to play games: oh...

All plaid shirts: oh...

Cosmos Invincible Merry Scholar-Zhao: You programs are so boring, I tell you, girls don't like your type, they all like me who are humorous and talented [rose][rose][rose].

["All Plaid Shirts" removes "Universal Invincible Merry Scholar-Zhao" from the group chat]

Xiao Lan's first impression after reading it was: "This plan is really hated..."

Not only did the artists want to beat him, but even the programmers didn't want to pay attention to him.

Mu Yang touched his ear studs: "Now we have another clue, about the statue of the hidden moon. Is this statue that is the source of inspiration the one we need to seal Yin in the end?"

Huabei is a little uncertain: "But, but this is not really, really hidden moon god statue..."

"For the artificially created Yin, these things that can restrain it in the setting should be effective, because it itself appeared because of the planned design, and its weaknesses should also be in line with it." Xiao Lan Analysis, "After all, we can't enter the game to get props."

"The idol is in the small conference room. Could it be the conference room 2 that sent you a message earlier?" Luo asked Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan nodded: "The possibility is very high. I checked upstairs at the time, and there were not many other conference rooms outside."

At the same time, the players remembered Xiao Lan's previous experience of being called to the conference room, and they also remembered the missing programmer player, and felt that conference room 2 might not be a good place to enter.

But no matter what, in order to clear the conditions, this statue must be obtained.

Xiao Lan said, "I'm going to find the boss again."

Mu Yang and Hua Bei's eyes were a little worried. They looked at each other and Mu Yang said, "How about we go with you?"

At this time, Luo walked up to Xiao Lan: "The area of ​​the office is limited, so many people may not be able to use it, and now there are still clues to Fushan Lingquan that have not been found, I suggest to do it separately, you continue to find clues, we Go upstairs to get the statue."

Xiao Lan also agreed with Luo's proposal.

The two left the smelly office, passed Cheng Wen at the door, and finally walked to the stairs.

Behind them, Cheng Wen held the cat with interest in his eyes.

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It's not 3:44 yet, it's not the time to hide the shot, they went upstairs very smoothly.

Once again at the boss's office, Xiao Lan reached out and knocked on the closed door.

There was no echo inside, as if there was no one there.

Xiao Lan knocked on the door again: "Boss, I have something to talk to you about."

The boss's voice finally came out reluctantly: "What's the matter..."

Xiao Lan said solemnly, "Boss, it's been hard working late at night. I made a late night snack and brought it to you."

Luo on the side cast a shocked look at him, surprised that his husband had the confidence to mention his cooking skills. Is this a tactic to put psychological pressure on the other party?

boss:"……"

I believe you are a ghost. Look at the flowerpot by the door, the bones are still not cold! !