Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 307

    The director who swore a solemn oath made an emergency dispatch while rejoicing.

    Fortunately, in order to ensure that everyone in the “Cube Ark” returns to the station in order, the high-dimensional people specially reserved a buffer for them, so as to clarify the specific time for each person to leave the copy .

    Jiang Fang hadn’t opened his eyes, but the ear was surrounded by a harsh alarm.

    He put one hand on his ear, frowned, and glanced at the contract book in his hand, to understand what happened as quickly as possible.

    Ah, so “Ant Nest Labyrinth” is just a game in the copy.

    But since he has passed the border, why is he still staying in such an old-fashioned station?

    Isn’t it good to send yourself out?

    Jiang Fang judged at the fastest speed that there is a very high possibility that this is another copy.

    “Warning, warning, player Jiang Fang passed the dungeon in an illegal manner, and a penalty overtime will be played—”

    “If you violate the rules, you will violate the rules.” Jiang Fang looked up at the broadcaster, made a ball of the contract book in his hand, and threw it at the mouth, “What is it called.”

    The director looked at the real-time images sent back from the station. On the surface, the old **** was present, but he was very anxious.

    Jiang Fang’s early return was an absolute accident.

    Therefore, his remedy must not only take into account the logic of the copy, so that the plot can proceed according to their predetermined track, but also take care of the audience’s perception.

    “Overtime” is a compromise.

    In the final game, the “Cube Ark” and Gaoweiren signed two contracts.

    The first contract is the real [Ant Train].

    The content of the contract is also a story about ants.

    Five little ants have completed the task and want to go home.

    After leaving the nest, they secrete pheromones to mark their way home.

    Unfortunately, in a heavy fog, the dew that fell from the sky washed away the smell of pheromone, leaving only faint traces.

    But the diluted pheromone will deceive people.

    An ant must make a choice based on the remnants.

    Which is the right way home?

    Home, is it under your feet or far away?

    God has mercy on their desire to go home, so the ants have three chances of trial and error.

    But God is also fair.

    Every time they start over, they lose the memory of the last time.

    Every time, one of the ants gets a little hint.

    They need a little trust and a little luck.

    In this way, the real ant train can start, carry them, and drive to their hometown.

    The director specially instructed that the content of the first contract should be ambiguous.

    This leaves them the opportunity to operate behind the scenes and hold the final interpretation right.

    Because this is the last mission, Nanzhou and the others have to sign this contract.

    Li Yinhang was still complaining at that time. Isn’t this the same as those mobile games? If you don’t authorize the private information in your mobile phone to the game party, he will politely kick you out and run away. Play.

    But the inhumanity of the high-dimensional people is obviously beyond Li Yinhang’s imagination.

    After signing the contract, they did not come to the station, but entered a cramped waiting room.

    …There is a second contract in front of me.

    Because the first contract contained this clause:

    “Every time they start over, they lose the memory of the last”.

    This is what a copy defines as a “start over” for them.

    After their memory of signing the first contract was erased, they signed the second one.

    The five little ants were split up and completed their tasks.

    Now that Jiang Fang has deviated from the track, it must be remedied by combining the contents of the two contracts.

    Fortunately, Jiang Fang did violate the rules in his personal copy.

    —Of course, if Jiang Fang does not violate the rules and completes the copy in a proper manner, even if Jiang Fang can come back, he must be the last one.

    The so-called “overtime” is to let Jiang Fang use the station as the stage to play an additional round of new games. -SRPG games, that is, simulation role-playing games.

    Jiang Fang will play the role of a misfit ant.

    His appearance, voice, height will be modified.

    He wants to perfectly play the role of a conductor who guides everyone to board the train, a dutiful human clock.

    The puppet thread will guide him to make actions that fit the human design.

    For example, he can only answer one specific question at a time, for example, every time he reports the time, he has to repeatedly ask “whether to board” ten times.

    The control of the puppet silk thread will gradually loosen over time, but the silk thread will still do things like starting and driving the train.

    The absolute requirement of this role-playing game for Jiang Fang is that he must not break the character from the beginning to the end, nor can he do anything that is not in line with his identity.

    This is a punishment in the form of a game.

    There are only two ways to lift Jiang Fang’s identity curse.

    First, after the train leaves the station and starts running smoothly, his curse will be lifted automatically.

    Second, someone can recognize him and call him by name.

    This is also a role that the director painstakingly tailored for Jiang Fang.

    First of all, there is a “crew” NPC in the station, which is definitely not a violation.

    Again, Jiang Fang’s “flight attendant” is extremely strange and inhuman.

    He will only be suspected and feared by Nanzhou and the others, and will never be trusted, and no one will think that this puppet-like person is Jiang Fang.

    If he frequently appeared in front of Nanzhou and the others, did everything he could, made strange behaviors, and tried to remind Nanzhou of his identity, Nanzhou must have realized his “good intentions” Before, it will kill this suspicious NPC first.

    The scene must be very exciting.

    After listening carefully to all the tasks, Jiang Fang did not accept the task, but took out his dagger and slashed twice on the dusty stone ground.

    …Of course I received a series of warning sounds of “no ooc”.

    Any attempt to leave a clue is “a matter of identity.”

    After arranging all this, the director breathed a sigh of relief, let the spirit fall into a comfortable wave, and massaged the tense nerves.

    In his opinion, Nanzhou and the others have been defeated.

    Jiang Fang was gradually wrapped into a cocoon by the transparent puppet silk thread.

    Before he lost his voice, the director clearly heard him muttering to the air: “Do you think he will not recognize me?”

    The director was taken aback.

    Immediately, he understood that Jiang Fang was talking to the manipulator behind the scenes, that is, himself.

    The director sneered at the camera with a mocking sneer: “…will he?”

    Jiang Fang has arrived at his place.

    When the other four completed their respective tasks one after the other, the director gave a half-surprised and half-displeased snort.

    Good luck.

    Five people are still alive.

    But the next part is the best part.

    The stalled clock of fate begins to turn.

    The person who was supposed to be the last to arrive was waiting on the platform early.

    Nan Zhou woke up from a dream, held a contract, sat on the waiting seat at the station, stared blankly ahead, and said nothing.

    Jiang Fang looked at the figure sitting on the platform through the dense silk thread and smiled.

    He walked in front of Nanzhou with a step that he did not recognize, and covered them with the shadow of his tall body, and asked in a hoarse and weird tone: “Hello. Do you want to get in the car? “

    —Hello, my little paper man.

    Nan Zhou did not recognize him.

    But the next development of the story also disappointed the director.

    Jiang Fang did his duty, did not do any extra action, did not say a single extra word.

    …As if they had seen through their urgency to make him violate the rules.

    In the first round, as there was no abnormality in the train, everyone was waiting with peace of mind, only Nanzhou remained in the fog.

    He walked around, touched, looked, smashed the window and entered the newsstand to check for clues, and took a magazine with him.

    Jiang Fang heard Li Yinhang persuade him to get on the bus.

    His answer: “I’ll wait.”

    It is self-evident who he is waiting for.

    Nan Zhou wants to see him directly when he comes back.

    Jiang Fang’s heart was so sweet that he noticed this.

    But as time went by, the person Nan Zhou was waiting for never came back.

    Yuan, Ming and Qing began to urge him to board the car.

    Nanzhou has only one answer: “I’ll wait.”

    Jiang Fang, who had a panoramic view of all this, sighed softly.

    Kill someone, baby.

    Jiang Fang has vaguely guessed that this train is not the right choice, and it is the right thing to stay on the platform.

    Otherwise, why do high-dimensional people need to do more, design a station, and play the conductor themselves?

    Is the sense of ritual so strong?

    After such strong persuasion, they will also “voluntarily” stay.

    Unfortunately, his little paper figurine has a good personality, and he doesn’t want to let Jiang Fang drag others away because he wants to wait for Jiang Fang.

    Jiang Fang was still speechless.

    He always felt that this copy was weird inside and out.

    A copy that has no clue so far, can it be called a copy?

    What’s the point of his role as “conductor”?

    After he drove out of the station for dozens of kilometers, the dusty memory gradually opened, and Jiang Fang also recalled the contents of the first contract.

    …ah.

    No wonder there are no clues.

    It turned out to be reincarnation.

    At this moment, all the threads that bound Jiang Fang disappeared.

    He stood up, opened the car door, left the cab that had entered the autopilot mode, passed through the No. 1 car where the convenience fans and empty plastic water bottles were thrown, and when he reached the No. 2 car, He took a blue ballpoint pen from his jacket pocket, and wrote the number “4” on the boarding meter clipped to the blue plastic plate.

    Immediately, he threw the ballpoint pen in the corner of the carriage and walked to No. 3 carriage.

    He met three blank faces.

    Ignoring everyone’s ignorance of his sudden appearance here, Jiang Fang asked directly, “Do you remember?”

    “How are you—” Li Yinhang suddenly reacted and became anxious, “Mr. Nan and Nanjixing didn’t get on the bus! He’s waiting for you! How are you—”

    Jiang Fang did not answer.

    Li Yinhang held a glimmer of hope and asked, “Can the train turn around?”

    Jiang Fang shook his head.

    Before he came, he had already done an experiment.

    Any part of this old train looks rusted and he can’t handle it.

    Yuan, Ming and Qing did not care much about the life and death of Nan Zhou who stayed in the station.

    He said in a relaxed tone: “We have already come out, so it can be regarded as the completion of the task.”

    Jiang Fang still did not answer.

    He looked at the melon peels and magazines in the carriage: “Let’s go to No. 4 carriage to chat.”

    …don’t mess this up.

    Others of course follow his arrangements.

    After everyone entered the No. 4 carriage, Jiang Fang closed the door connecting No. 3 and No. 4, and went straight to the theme: “We have to turn around and go back to pick up Nanzhou.”

    At this moment, Jiang Fang has guessed what “ant pheromone” is.

    The traces they leave in this cycle will become the clues for “them” to perceive the truth in the next round.

    Li Yinhang said happily: “Okay. How do we go back?”

    Jiang Fang bit off the conductor’s white glove, held the tip of the glove in his mouth, and folded the sleeve of the uniform up, revealing the beautiful small bones on the wrist.

    He moved his phalanx and crackled: “Just go back like this.”

    Perceiving a faint murderous intent in the air, Yuan Mingqing’s originally Shangjia complexion suddenly changed: “…Jiang Fang, what do you want to do?”

    “Everyone cooperate.” Jiang Fang stuffed his gloves into his pocket, facing the three of them, politely, “Please try to die as hard as possible.”