Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 306

    The fog hazes the whole station world, the wind and rain of the day and place, along with breathing, enters everyone’s body.

    The fog was still stifling, but the other three never mentioned “let’s talk”, preferring to endure the bad air at the station.

    Shortly after pulling Jiang Fang to sit down, he let out a short sigh: “…Ah.”

    The ticket disappeared from his warehouse.

    He was permanently disqualified from boarding the train heading for the “future” in front of him.

    Everyone present was filled with countless questions.

    Why him?

    Why is Jiang Fang the only one of them who plays the role of NPC?

    Nanzhou has no right to board the train. Fortunately, the ticket for Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties still has more than 50 minutes to expire.

    They still have time to take a look at what happened.

    Li Yinhang’s mind was in chaos.

    She asked dumbly: “Brother Fang, shouldn’t you be the last to come back?”

    She gestured: “One head and one tail…”

    Jiang Fang smiled and nodded: “Well, I guess Gaowei people should have designed this way.”

    Nan Zhou asked: “How long is your copy time limit?”

    Jiang Fang replied: “20 hours.”

    Nan Zhou nodded.

    This time is reasonable.

    In this way, the five people’s copies will not exceed 24 hours at most.

    On the one hand, this will not make the high-dimensional audience feel that Jiang Fang has been deliberately targeted. After all, the customs clearance time between Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties and Li Yinhang was 4 hours longer than his.

    On the other hand, the purpose of the dungeon is not to “clear the customs” within the specified time, but to voluntarily complete the action of “sacrifice”.

    In short, it is to highlight a surface “fairness”.

    Jiang Fang said: “My copy is called the ant nest maze. … It’s actually a maze composed of countless mirrors.”

    “There is a cap on the maze, and the mirror itself is very fragile. It cannot climb over the wall, nor can it occupy the commanding heights to observe the overall situation of the maze…”

    Jiang Fang took off his hat and buckled it on Nanzhou’s head, so as to protect him from the erosion of water vapor: “It is set in the mission description that I am a Industrious worker ants.”

    “Each worker is eager to contribute to the queen in exchange for the right to mate.”

    “As a worker ant, I accidentally discovered a jar of nectar with excellent texture.”

    “Some specific mirrors in the labyrinth can refract to create another ‘me’, a life body exactly like me.”

    “After the ‘I’ in the mirror is born, they have life. They are worker ants who look like me, they will be jealous of my contribution, and they will kill me. Take the nectar from your hands, go to the queen to show your favor, and exchange mating rights.”

    “These newly created worker ants can travel between mirrors and reality labyrinths – presumably they can physically chase and kill me, and they can suddenly appear from the mirror I pass by and attack me – Whether it’s a normal mirror or a special mirror.”

     “By observing, I will avoid the mirror that can create ‘myself’, and at the same time avoid the pursuit of ‘myself’ that has been created.”

    “‘Find the queen ant at the central exit of the maze within 20 hours, and send the nectar to it’…” Jiang Fang said, “This is my dungeon mission.”

    Speaking of this, Jiang Fang shrugged lightly: “…That’s basically it.”

    Li Yinhang was dumbfounded.

    After a while, she made a conclusion: “Is this a game played by people?!”

    Jiang Fang smiled and said, “That’s right. We Yinhang said so.”

    Jiang Fang sat here in a good manner, chatting and laughing with them, proving that he had escaped from the many crises and successfully cleared the customs.

    Therefore, no one can feel any tension.

    But no one knows what kind of brutal siege Jiang Fang encountered more than ten hours ago.

    At that time, there was blood on all sides of his vision.

    He propped on the broken glass shard with one hand, and the other him, lying beside him, was slowly absorbed by a mirror fragment.

    “Huh…huh…”

    The sound of the wind reverberated, sending his breath far into the distance.

    The glass fragments scattered on the ground reflected 10,000 beads of sweat rolling down from his forehead.

    Jiang Fang’s fingertips were hastily wrapped in bandages, and bright red blood splattered from the edges without interruption.

    Although he used “worker ants” to call these ghosts who looked exactly like him, however, they were all real people and himself.

    In every mirror, there is another self.

    Every one is staring at him.

    He needs to look at each one of himself to confirm whether they are real images or evil spirits.

    After Jiang Fang’s eyes locked on one of the shadows and looked at him for more than ten seconds, the man in the mirror suddenly raised a big smile without warning.

    Jiang Fang smashed the mirror with a punch, but only harvested a piece of debris and an afterimage.

    In reality, Nan Zhou grabbed his hand in the fog, rubbed his knuckles lightly and seriously, and seemed to have guessed where he was injured the most.

    The ambiguous feeling of itching relieved the pain of overstretched nerves.

    Due to years of habit, Jiang Fang was not used to doing intimate things in front of everyone, and his cheeks were slightly red when Nan Zhou stroked her.

    …Fortunately, in the fog, I can’t see it.

    He coughed lightly and continued: “Fortunately, once these ‘worker ants’ were created, it wasn’t just to kill me. They regarded all enemies other than themselves as slaughterable. The object, but I am holding nectar, the priority to be killed is the highest.”

    Jiang Fang’s copy and Nanzhou’s copy actually have something in common.

    High-dimensional people agree that only Nanzhou can deal with Nanzhou, and only Jiang Fang can kill Jiang Fang.

    In a sense, high-dimensional people look down on them.

    Li Yinhang couldn’t help but enter again, wondering what she could do if she went through the barrier by herself.

    The more she thought about it, the bigger her head grew.

    First of all, being in a sea of ​​mirrors for a long time, surrounded by countless self, is itself a great mental pressure.

    Secondly, breaking the mirror and violent clearance is absolutely not advisable.

    Mirrors are special media that are broken more and more in number.

    According to the setting of “every special mirror will create a river boat”, once the special mirror is accidentally broken, or the fragments of the ordinary mirror fall in front of the special mirror, it may be copied Come out with another self.

    Again, detours are difficult.

    Li Yinhang can imagine with his heels that the high-dimensional people will definitely design the “special mirror” and the appearance characteristics of ordinary mirrors to be similar.

    When Jiang Fang began to observe the mirror, wouldn’t he be exposed to the mirror at the same moment?

    She thought about it and thought that the best strategy was to avoid fighting as much as possible after observing which mirrors would copy people.

    I can’t escape, so I just put the nectar on the ground, run away, concentrate on the maze, and let the copied “worker ants” **** the nectar.

    She just needs to avoid some hidden arrows and try to increase the speed of passing through the maze, maybe she can reach the center of the maze ahead of time.

    When the time comes, she will just wait for her work, and kill the winning “worker ants” who come to the end of the maze with nectar.

    The only disadvantage is that she does not understand the structure of the maze. If she easily gives away the nectar, these “worker ants” will come to the end faster than her…

    Thinking of this, she snapped her head.

    …she forgot again, the point of the dungeon is not to clear the level, but to complete the “sacrifice”.

    When Li Yinhang was thinking at full speed, Yuan Mingqing did not have the same leisurely mind as her.

    His ticket expiry time is approaching.

    “Speak directly.” Yuan Mingqing said, “How did you pass the customs?”

    Jiang Fang leaned on the stool, pressed his fingers lightly against his temple, and replied with a warm smile that made people feel angry when he heard it: “Mr. Yuan is really easy to be anxious as always. I remember, When you took me in, you ran very aggressively and very fast.”

    Yuan Ming and Qing Dynasties: “…”

    He pressed down the blue veins that jumped out of his forehead: “…Talk about the key points.”

    Jiang Fang went straight to the point and made a blockbuster: “The copy is very creative. It’s a pity that it is not dismantled.”

    Jiang Fang felt very strange after reading the rules.

    The copy difficulty is too high.

    With the nectar, she is the target of the attack.

    Abandoning the nectar and passing it through the hands of other “worker ants” is certainly a method, but you must know that these copied “worker ants” can move in the mirror, and the efficiency is bound to be higher. Find an exit Time must be faster than myself.

    Other than that, he noticed something odd.

    If every Jiang Fang in the dungeon thinks that he is the real Jiang Fang, is he the real self at this moment?

    Maybe it’s just a replica in the mirror.

    The thought was only fleeting.

    But it can be said that Jiang Fang was the only player who had a glimpse of the high-dimensional people’s intentions in designing the dungeon when he first entered the dungeon.

    After he started the actual operation, Jiang Fang found that the difficulty of the game was even higher than he thought.

    It is very difficult for Jiang Fang to kill Jiang Fang.

    So, after personally slaying three copies of herself, Jiang Fang squatted in front of a safe mirror and pondered the scene for about a quarter of an hour.

    Then Jiang Fang did two crazy things.

    First, he mixed the nectar with water.

    Secondly, he took out a C-level prop, which was also one of the most useless.

    An ordinary small mirror, [the love of beauty, everyone has it].

    Jiang Fang is interested in its function.

    [Unlimited access in theory. 】

    [Because the love of beauty will never stop. 】

    Normal people are afraid to destroy the mirror and create more clones.

    Jiang Fang is not.

    He ran at high speed in the infinite sea of ​​mirrors, wrapped his palms with bandages, smashed every mirror, and dropped the mirrors that could be used indefinitely. By the way, he used a small spray gun along the way. So that every mirror is stained with honey water.

    In less than an hour, the narrow aisle that only two people can pass through was densely packed with “Jiangfang”.

    Because there are too many replicas, the mirror can no longer be stuffed.

      The aroma of honey, frantically attacking and biting each other.

    Jiang Fang didn’t seem to notice the madness of this plan.

    He faced several people who were stunned in the mist, and regretted: “The mission only said that I should bring the honey to the queen, but it didn’t say that I should bring the whole jar of honey back. It’s really not good. I can just cut off a honey-stained arm, and it can be considered a job. Besides, I just wanted to increase the number of them and let them help me crush all the mirrors. Who would have thought…”

    The number of mirrors in the copy was already enough, but Jiang Fang added a large number of mirrors that should not exist in a short period of time, which greatly interfered with the operation and calculation logic of the copy.

    In simpler words, too many ants outside the budget exploded in the ant nest copy, which burst the ant nest.

    At that time, the studio of the high-dimensional people was also in chaos.

    Jiang Fang took only 6 hours to tear down the copy and crashed.

    The “Jiangfang” in the ant nest itself is false, and it was supposed to complete the task through self-sacrifice.

    But the dungeon collapsed, allowing Jiang Fang, part of the ‘dungeon’, to complete his mission with the explosion of the dungeon.

    A communication question came from above: “Didn’t you say Jiang Fang will be the last to come back?”

    The director stared at Jiang Fang, who had entered the time gap between the single-player dungeon and the station dungeon, and fell asleep.

    Until now, He has been mentally polluted by the visual spectacle of hundreds of “Jiangfang” appearing on the screen at the same time.

    It stands to reason that Jiang Fang should be the last to come back.

    Jiang Fang wants to break the game, there is only one clearance point.

    After he broke through the obstacles and came to the center of the maze, he would find that the queen on the throne looked exactly like him.

    This boat can’t move or speak.

    The worker ant Jiang Fang needs to offer honey to him willingly, even if he completes the “self-sacrifice” – the **** along the way, it represents “sacrifice”.

    But according to the team’s estimation of Jiang Fang’s character, he will inevitably be suspicious and refuse to hand over the honey, and even assassinate the real Jiang Fang.

    In this case, he will be forced to stay in the ant nest maze for the rest of his life, take the place of the queen, mate with countless himself, and produce offspring without interruption.

    The wishful thinking of the high-dimensional people cracked.

    Jiang Fang either failed, or was forced to complete such a long maze chase and escape, and was the last to return to the station.

    No matter how you count them.

    Who would have imagined that he would just violently demolish the entire dungeon without even having a face-to-face with the “Queen of Ants”?

    This is the end of the story, and it is impossible to imagine.

    Everyone came back early, and the audience is watching. It is impossible to cheat by disrupting the timeline.

    The director made up his mind and replied to the communicator: “We will remedy it.”

    “We made plan B.” The director sternly said, “It must be foolproof. If something goes wrong in the end, I will go to the data factory in the third world to pick up garbage.”

    The author has something to say:  Brother Fang: Your copy is very good, it is very easy to disassemble