Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1522
Yu Yuan stuffed the "Hongyan Family Letter" back into the trouser pocket of the corpse, and watched Poe turn his gaze back to him.

...In the few tens of seconds just now, something happened, but he couldn't figure out what happened for a while.

Lin Sanjiu wrote down the half-sentence "I suspect there is something between them" on the paper. As for what was between them, he waited for a while but nothing came - when he looked up again, he noticed It seems that Edgar Allan Poe did something when he was just distracted to "read" [Hongyan's Family Letter].

What did he do?
In the few tens of seconds just now, Poe has been silent and silent, just using the cursor to draw back and forth on his big screen, as if in a trance.The big screen is the terminal he used to write the game, and it looks like a projection cloth; because the game in his hand has just started, only the first sentence is written on the big screen-"Venue: outside the residential area convenience store".

"If you're not in a hurry to go back, we can chat for a while longer," Poe patted the female corpse's hands affectionately. Of course, he obviously didn't think it was a female corpse. "Come on, wait for me to restore the layout of the room, and we will sit on the sofa and talk."

"No need." Yu Yuan looked down at the hand being slapped, and took it off the drink stand.Edgar Allan Poe restored his "working environment" when he wrote the game one after another, but he couldn't see the reason for doing so——Edge Allan Poe didn't look like he was going to write a game now. Why take out the terminal?

...is it a coincidence?
Edgar Allan Poe did something quietly, and at the same time, Lin Sanjiu couldn't continue writing halfway through his words.It's been a while now, but she hasn't heard from her again.

...It seems that his task is not over yet.

Can this kind of person who needs his help everywhere to get into the new game conference really help him get rid of his data body identity?It really makes people feel unreliable.

When Yu Yuan thought of this with a blank face, Poe had already arranged the sofa again.His words seemed to be thrown directly from the palm of his hand, and even Yu Yuan didn't see their movements clearly; as soon as the sofa materialized, Edgar Allan Poe immediately fell into it, patted the position next to his thigh, and said with a smile: "Come, come, sit and talk."

If you want to get the words out, you have to let him go first.

Yu Yuan made a reference to the performance of female humans sending signals to male humans, raised his hand and brushed his hair behind his ears, considering that he was not proficient in mastering the fine muscles of the face, he didn't try to smile, but just lowered his head slightly and said : "You are so proficient in using words."

Edgar Allan Poe snorted.

"You should have been here for a long time?"

"Seven or eight months." Poe crossed his legs, leaned back, and said, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me, and I will teach you. Come, sit down."

It's a corpse anyway, you don't mind and neither do I.

With this thought in mind, Yu Yuan sat down beside him, with Poe's arm resting on the back cushion behind him. "Are you familiar with Zhouxian?" Lin Sanjiu's words may be to remind him of his relationship with Zhouxian.

"Him? I'm not very familiar with him. I have nothing to do with him except when we get together to exchange our own games occasionally."

What exactly does Lin Sanjiu mean?
"How do you communicate about your games?" Yu Yuan asked.He did not forget to keep looking at Edgar Allan Poe with focused eyes, as if the other party opened his mouth and said "War and Peace".He was taking a little risk by asking this question, but considering that the dead girl was a newcomer, maybe—

"Didn't you also communicate?" Poe frowned.

...Unexpectedly, he just took a risk and hit the iron plate.

Yu Yuan blinked his eyes a few times, opened his mouth slightly, and tried to express surprise. "Huh? Do I have one? Oh, could it be that—"

"That's right." The lines between Poe's eyebrows deepened a little, and he moved back a little, as if he suddenly wanted to look at him again.Yu Yuan could recognize that this was the expression of a human being when he was suspicious, although the other party might not have thought that the person he was talking to was a dead person. "Weren't you there that day? Everyone gathered in the round hall in the afternoon, and you even talked about the first game you wrote."

"Speaking of which, don't laugh at me," Yu Yuan lowered his head, letting his long hair hang down, pretending to be embarrassed, and said, "It was my first time that day, so I was very nervous. I thought it was a work report. And so on... When you talk about communication, I think it is when everyone is designing games, chatting or something."

Poe visibly relaxed and put his arms back together.

"So that's how it is," he said with a laugh, "Normally there is nothing to say. They won't tell you the truth. In fact, we arrange this kind of exchange meeting once a week. Why, we have an average of A game, then you need to share your own game with everyone. In this way, if we are unlucky and get sent out, we can avoid games written by each other."

"Generally speaking, who is responsible for the arrangements? Last time, was it a fixed time?"

"Everyone is talking about coming. It's been about a week since someone mentioned it. Let's see when everyone is free that day..."

Yu Yuan was startled, then suddenly sat up straight.He knew what Lin Sanjiu's unfinished sentence was - there was a way of contacting them.

This is why Edgar Allan Poe took out his tools for writing games when he was obviously not writing games; Yu Yuan knew what he said, and Lin Sanjiu's cover was exposed.

She didn't finish the second half of the sentence, probably because the situation didn't allow it.If someone casts a text restricting personal freedom on her, and then informs another person to solve her...

He couldn't delay here any longer.Yu Yuan stood up abruptly and knocked away Poe's hand that had just reached up to him; facing his surprised look, Yu Yuan thought of an excuse: "I suddenly remembered that I still have some problems in the second game, Gotta go back and have a look."

Edgar Allan Poe was a little lost at the moment, he stretched out his hand and wanted to pull him, and said in his mouth, "Are you in a hurry? Or should I go and see with you?"

"Alright, then let's go now," Yu Yuan thought for a while, and decided to hold him back temporarily, making him a prop to open the door for him.As soon as Edgar Poe heard that he agreed, he was happy, and the muscles on his face suddenly trembled, and he jumped up and walked towards the door with Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan intentionally took half a step back and asked him to open the door for himself.

"What's the content of your second game?" Edgar Allan Poe said as he walked out, "I didn't say it, your first game was too soft. Although it's not bad, but it's mediocre. Insignificant things mean nothing."

"Oh? Why are you so soft?" Yu Yuan responded subconsciously.

"The people who died in your apartment plot didn't really die after the game ended," Poe said complainingly, "They just went crazy and acted out a scene, what happened after that? How about...this is not challenging."

If Yu Yuan would be shocked by the emotion of "surprise", he probably should have fallen by now.

As a data subject, he had to wait for a few seconds before slowly asking: "So you remember the game in my apartment. Where do you think it is better to change?"

... There are many apartments in this world, but it is still not certain that this apartment is that apartment.

"Why don't you remember. When you newcomers first came, the games you designed were generally not salty or salty." Poe suggested, "I think you can completely change it into a survival game. All the supplies that come in are invalid. Eight people enter, and only the living supplies of four are given. There are constant disasters... Ah, yes, the role of the witch, you can let her keep prophesying about disasters. Let me tell you, Their favorite thing to do is to strike first with the bearer of bad news..."

Yu Yuan's hand was in his trouser pocket, and he tightly held the [Hongyan's Family Letter].

The creator of the game who captured Ji Shanqing was this dead person?
　I have been really serious about Calvin recently (I believe you feel a little bit about it, ah, such as my update frequency), so I have to say sorry to you... Recently, I have been too fascinated by the book for laughing and forgetting, and his writing is really good , not being awarded a Nobel Prize is simply a disgrace to the Nobel Prize.How great is it? After Milan Kundera wrote something, there is nothing else could be said. There is nothing else that needs to be expressed, and there is no better language to express it. Let him write it all.

He wrote it, and after I read it, I realized that there was a similar resonance in my spirit.After reading it, there is no need to look for it, or talk about it, because Milan Kundera is already there.

　
(End of this chapter)