Chapter 69

Light a cigarette in the air.

The white smoke seemed to be unpredictable silk, spreading towards the high point of the night sky, a little scarlet Mars flashed brightly or darkly between his fingers, and like a blind eye, quietly peeking from the dark darkness.

Chenkong held the filter in his mouth and took a light sip.

The stimulating and spicy taste of nicotine slipped into the throat, and after circling in the lungs, it was spit out, turning into dissipated clouds and slowly scattered in the cold and dry air.

The lit tobacco lit up brightly, giving his deep-silhouetted side face a hint of popularity.

The windows were open, and the night wind slowly came from a distance, blowing the curtains in a soft curve.

Chen Kong was barefoot, sitting bent his knees and facing the window, squinted his eyes and looked at the dark night sky.

His figure seemed to be a clear and sharp dividing line. On one side was a cold abyss, the twinkling starry sky and boundless darkness stirred into a deep vortex. The cold wind slowly rose from the bottom of the abyss, waving his forehead, while on the other side was a completely unfamiliar room, completely unfamiliar arrangement, and the owner of the house who didn't know whose name it was.

Chen Kong turned his face slightly and glanced into the room.

Although only the blurred outlines of furniture can be seen in the house covered in darkness, as well as a corner of the bed, the uniform breathing sound from the silence showed the existence of another person.

Chen Kong's eyes were half-squinted in an unexpected expression, and quietly spit out a smoke ring, but the softness in his eyes was something he had not noticed.

At this moment, a familiar mechanical buzzing sound rang in my ears, and the sound of the system was intermittently and intermittently with the sound of the fluctuating current, which seemed a bit far away:

"Drip, it was detected that the unknown fluctuation has disappeared. Has the correctionist confirmed that he would return to the main system space?"

Chen Kong gently brushed the ashes, leaned his head back against the wall, and the arc of his lower jaw stretched and fell into his collar. He did not answer directly, but just sneered gently.

The system sounded a little urgent, and then asked again:

"Has the correctionist confirmed to return to the main system space?"

"Why ask me?"

Chen Kong held the filter in his mouth, and the expression on his face was a little cynical: "Which transmission has you ever asked me for my opinion? Why did you suddenly change your sexual intercourse this time?"

The system didn't say anything.

But the subtle sizzling current still echoed in Shen Kong's ears, indicating that it was not offline.

Chen Kong lowered his eyes halfway: "Since you don't speak, let me say it. When you teleport me into this world, these small worlds have gradually become out of your control, so that you who could have played God were gradually rejected from these worlds that were originally regarded as books by you. The decision-making power is no longer in your hands, right now, isn't it?"

Before he was teleported into this world, these small worlds that had originally evolved from novels gradually stopped receiving corrections from higher planes, so they forced the studio to absorb the characters in the novel from other secondary planes, sign temporary contracts with them, and enter the small world to complete the task.

Over such a long time, Chenkong can clearly feel that the coercive force for world line correction is gradually weakening.

When he just entered this world, the forced correction of the world line could even surpass common sense and physics. After he clearly confirmed that the kidnappers had lost their combat ability, he could still get up and shoot Han Li. Not only in common sense, but also in logic, the only purpose was to force the world line back to the original plot. However, as time went by, and Chen Kong did not accept the random style of the system arrangement, this change was even worsened. Therefore, in the later stage, even if Chen Kong made a huge change to the plot line, the forced force that appeared at the beginning did not have the same effect as the first time.

Those small worlds that originally belonged to the studio are no longer obedient, but have developed step by step to enrich their own trajectory, and even gradually become out of control and become one.

Chen Kong: "Maybe I can boldly guess that the so-called "world line" or "plot" is the baseline established by the small world. Their thin and bloody storyline and character settings are all driven by the so-called original novels. Even if they are unreasonable, they can still be fully accepted by the world because they are new and immature, so they can only rely on this baseline that was implanted in the early stages of their establishment. However, as it runs and develops, it is self-improvement and self-correction, and the original baseline full of loopholes is no longer applicable. It is gradually evolving in a more logical direction."

He leaned relaxedly against the wall, staring at the endless quiet night sky, and slowly stated his guesses.

His thinking is clear and orderly:

"And this evolution is absolutely impossible to appear in a very short time. It requires enough time to learn from experience and gradually give birth to the world's own will. In addition, your studio's business model of making money through immersion experience and live broadcasts, can I assume that the world line of every world in your hands has been reset more than once? ... Including the world I have been to, are all the real novels in your eyes, and you are the high-ranking bystanders and God, just like a novel, then close and read it again, and after reading one person, you will lend it to a second person - everyone in the world is your entertainment tool, but what you didn't expect is that the world line can be reset, the plot and characters can be pulled back to the origin, but the world itself remembers everything."

After being teleported to the studio and placed under countless monitors, Chen Kong kept thinking about this issue.

While he was being observed and speculated, he was also quietly observing and speculating on the other party, silently and calmly analyzing the giant in front of him that held his life in his hands. Through the operation mode of the studio, consciously or unconsciously exposed to him, he speculated and judged the operating mechanism hidden deep under the calm surface, and quietly spliced ​​the fragments in his heart bit by bit, and finally formed a complete logical chain that could be self-consistent.

The other end of the screen.

The controller was silently staring at the picture coming from the monitor. The edges of the picture were mottled and worn, and many flickering snowflakes flashed on the screen, as if they were suffering from signal failures. The movement of the picture was half a beat slower than the audio. This was the first time he had encountered such an out-of-synchronization situation since he was in office, but the other party's voice was still so clearly through the loudspeaker. The low-dimensional character in the novel was supposed to be, which made him feel chilled all over.

But he had no choice.

Because Han Li's sudden suicide-like extreme behavior threatened the trajectory of the entire small world and caused a chain reaction, forcing the studio to put the sunken body into the small world. This time they didn't even have time to find a temporary identity for him. Their interference with the small world has been further weakened. Now being able to obtain pictures and audio from it is the best result that the entire studio can only achieve for several days of forced operation. What he is most afraid of is whether the other party will find another...

As if to confirm his conjecture, the man's voice came at this moment along the loudspeaker in the main control room. He was calm, rational and well organized, but he slowly slid onto his back like a snake spitting out a letter:

“——And, according to my impression, as long as the task fails, my temporary contract with the studio will be invalidated, right?”

"And before I accepted the long-term contract, you put me back into this world..."

"So, there is no contract between us, right?"

The other party's emotional voice was like a scalpel with silver light, accurately peeling off the skin texture, cutting blood vessels and nerves, and exposing the white truth:

"Then why did you ask the question?"

" "Is the correctionist sure to return to the main system space?"..." Chen Kong repeated lightly, then sneered coldly. The gentle slap sound passed through the loudspeaker and accurately passed into the main control room, making people feel cold behind them.

"The situation now is already beyond your control, and you can't take me away from this world any longer. The reason you asked this question was just to let the reality show live."

"Based on the information I have obtained in your world, it seems that my live broadcast is still very popular with you. You gave me this choice because I wanted to see me make the choice left for "love", right? Then what? Continue to monitor and ensure that this channel continues to live broadcast?"

Chen Kong said slowly, every word was sharp and piercing his heart.

The controller stared at the screen with the flashing snowflakes, and suddenly noticed with horror that Shen Kong's lips were actually moving - I don't know when he no longer had conversations with the system in his mind, but actually spoke it out in a panic!

Whether the correctors say to the system or what they say in their minds will be fed back truthfully. However, the audience in the live broadcast room can only see and hear the correctors say the correctors. Due to the delay in the data screen and the "assumption" made by Shenkong is too meticulous and meticulous, the controller is confused for a moment and does not notice that he has directly spoken out his inferences from nowhere.

Sweat was seeping from the head of the controller's forehead, and he jumped up from his seat in panic, his voice trembling, and even a little broken:

"Quick! Close the live broadcast! Cut off the data source!"

But it's too late.

Everything has been broadcast live.

When the company was conducting scientific research and development and listing, the focus of the publicity was "realistic, safe, risk-free immersive experience". All viewers regarded the experience they sold and the live broadcasts they performed as virtual worlds, novels, and illusions. All the characters and environmental backgrounds in them were constructed from the texts in their world, so they enjoyed without any guilt.

The previous incident of the small world rejecting the entry of high-level planes was consciously concealed by them, and interrupting the registration for immersive experience in the name of opening up new businesses. They placed one of the same novel characters into the small world as a correctionist and broadcast live to attract audiences. During this period, their builders worked overtime to reconnect and maintain the small world, trying to reopen the channel between the two planes.

Chen Kong was actually voted for.

He himself is a popular character in a small world and one of the most popular guides. This time he was put into another small world and interacted with another popular villain, causing the live broadcast that was originally just to cover up his eyes and soaring. Even the company's stock price rose with the rise. The main controller made a decision:

Leave the air and sign him as a formal employee of the studio, and at the same time, they open up new entertainment projects for interaction between people from different small worlds.

Unexpectedly, these two characters who are just low-level planes actually have a sense of resistance. Han Li's tendency to self-destruct directly led to the complete collapse of the plot line of the world where he lives. Chen Kong not only found loopholes from the company's layer-by-layer calculation planning and escaped, but also in turn affected the real interests of the company, which should have been at high-level planes and should have lost no losses.

——The most terrifying thing is that since it was an important moment when the two of them had a true confession, the number of people in the live broadcast room soared to the highest level in history.

The controller fell to the chair with a little depressed look, feeling that his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

He could almost see the scene of tomorrow.

The countless media that had long been eyeing the company were moved as if they had seen a bloody shark, trying to pull a piece of meat from them. The human rights organizations that were eyeing them finally had an excuse to criticize the company. As for those competitors who were already malicious, they were even more likely to take advantage of the situation and wanted to seize more market share from them...

And the most terrifying thing is their supporters.

Those consumers who thought they were just having fun in the virtual world had heavy moral burdens because of them, and would definitely regard themselves as victims. In order to comfort themselves, they would in turn criticize the existence of the company and ignore the fact that their curiosity gave birth to this industry. The fans of those characters would react even more. After all, no one would want the characters they really like to be real people who were exploited and controlled by the company, and their love and pursuit of the characters would inevitably turn into endless hatred for the company.

As the focus of many forces and the object of consumer hatred, the company will inevitably become the target of public criticism.

The controller closed his eyes in despair. After all, he was just a high-level employee who observed and monitored and regulated the small world. Faced with such a huge crisis that threatened the entire company, he really had no ability to deal with it.

He took a deep breath and pressed the alarm button on the desktop.

The harm cursor, which symbolizes the highest level, flashed and lit up. This was the second time it has lit up since the company was founded.

Once because of Han Li, and once because of the sinking sky.

The entire pale control center was illuminated by red light, including the huge screen in front of the controller that almost covers the entire wall.

Although the live broadcast has been cut off, the highest screen in the screen has not disappeared.

In the scene where the snowflakes filled the scene, Shenkong still had the careless expression, without any awareness of making amazing moves, as if he had just brushed off a trace of ashes or blown away a cloud.

He snatched out the cigarette butt, shook the ashes from his clothes, then put down his long bent legs, and stepped into the darkness.

Chen Kong stood beside the bed, his eyes narrowed slightly when he had already adapted to the darkness, and looked down at the raised outline on the bed. The other party's breathing was still stable and even, as if he had not woken up by him, but Chen Kong knew that Han Li had woken up as soon as he spoke.

This made him remember what happened a long time ago.

In the dirty basement filled with the smell of disinfectant, Han Li, who had just finished the operation, was lying on the bed, his face was as pale as the bed sheet. At that time, he could not control the frequency of breathing and the movements of his body. The moment he was touched by the sinking air, he exposed the fact that he was already awake.

This was his second time pretending to be asleep in front of Shen Kong.

Last time, Shenkong lifted his quilt.

This time, Chen Kong turned over to the bed and took Han Li into his arms with the quilt.

——Facts have proved that Han Li's pretending to sleep has not improved at all in the past twenty years.

The moment he was touched, Han Li's calmness and calmness were pierced like a soap bubble. The real and clumsy he was instantly exposed, and was at a loss in Shen Kong's arms and his whole body was stiff.

Chen Kong groped in the dark and leaned into his quilt. The other party's skin was like a steamer, hot and hot.

The muscles were tense, as if they were nervous.

Chen Kong smashed his jaw on Han Li's shoulder, and a low voice sent heat behind his ears: "You have actually thought of a way out, right?"

Han Li is a natural strategist.

Whether it is burying the lines, laying out the troops, or scattering the net, we strive to see the opponent's hundreds of steps, complete the mechanism and complete the calculations.

He has always been a smart and calm person. He set up a net of heaven and earth and took all the dangers just to pull the sunken air back into this world. It is even more impossible to set a dead end for himself. After getting what he wants, they will fall into a passive situation where no one can be used and nowhere to go.

Since Han Li has already thought about how to die, he must have thought about how to live.
To be continued...