In geometry, triangles are the most stable structures. No matter how much force is applied to one point, the other two points will be taken together, so that the whole shape remains intact. That's why old house roofs like to use this shape.

Historically, however, the three-nation struggle for hegemony has been the most dramatic situation. The alliance or renunciation of nations can be affected by the current situation at any time, and one country may form an alliance with one country in the blink of an eye and defect to the arms of another country that is originally an enemy, making the course of events as unpredictable as the amorphous flow of water. Not to mention anything else, the Three Kingdoms era really lasted only more than 100 years, and the inheritance was only two or three generations, but it can be called the most popular historical era in Chinese history, which is not without reason.

Probably this so-called "Three Kingdoms Game" is also going for these changes. Xiang Nanxing silently guessed.

At this time, he followed the host "Black Cat" Qiu Banxia and Liang Jingmo, who was also a prisoner, and had already walked a long distance in the boring corridor, and it was only now that he finally began to see something different. For example, the walls on both sides of the corridor began to have some special patterns, which looked like the decorative patterns on the surface of some ancient cultural relics and utensils; And as the corridor became wider and wider, the floor was suddenly covered with a thin carpet embroidered with strange patterns of flowers and birds, and the workmanship was quite exquisite.

"Huang Lao is still so generous in entertaining people." Qiu Banxia stuck out his tongue, "This corridor has been laid out before I see the head, and it will cost hundreds of meters of fine cloth." ”

Liang Jingmo looked down at the pattern on the carpet for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but chuckle: "You old Huang have good taste...... Has it always been so bad? ”

"You kind of keep it for you to tell him in person." Although Qiu Banxia was joking, he seemed to be quite jealous of this "Huang Lao" between his words.

During the conversation, the three of them continued to move forward. Just like the meaning of the autumn and summer words, seeing the patterns on the carpet and the wall means that they are getting closer and closer to the place of this game. When they walked a few dozen meters forward and rounded the last corner, their eyes suddenly opened up.

It is a hall that tries to be arranged like an ancient battlefield. The area of the hall is huge, and the floor is ingeniously sprinkled with a layer of sand, which seems to express the meaning of "sand field". There are more than a dozen simple tents scattered on this "battlefield", far apart, presumably intended to represent the camp. The tents were the size of a man, made of completely opaque cloth, and from the outside, there was not even a shadow to be seen.

On the surrounding walls, a bunch of ancient soldiers with different banners, wearing armor and straddle war horses, are sprayed with three-dimensional paintings. The quality of the diorama is not bad, and if you look at a wall alone, you really feel like you're there, and it's even more so when you're surrounded by them. However, when this feeling hits from all directions, and in the middle there is a shoddy "battlefield" and a few so-called "tents...... It wasn't any ordinary funny.

What's even more absurd is that in this place with a strange painting style, there is a strange sound of a zither at this time! This song is high-pitched, which is quite exciting, but it is mixed with some variations with a personal style. Liang Jingmo couldn't hold back a smile when he heard it: "What kind of strange guzheng music is this." Do you still have BGM (game background music) in this game venue? ”

Qiu Banxia's face changed suddenly, and he covered his mouth nervously like lightning. Xiang Nanxing was surprised in his heart: I've seen it a few times, but he had never seen this panicked look in Qiu Banxia before. However, no matter how fast Qiu Banxia's reaction was, it was after Liang Jingmo said the whole sentence. As soon as the words ended, they heard a cold snort coming from the direction of the music, and then a slightly old voice said slowly: "Young people read more books before talking." This is the harp, not the zither. ”

The three of them followed the prestige, and saw that the speaker was an old man who was about seventy years old and looked a little fairy-like. At this time, he was sitting in front of a guqin, his eyes closed, his head raised, and he played with an intoxicated expression. The melodies that Liang Jingmo jokingly called BGM are still flowing out of his hands.

I have to say that although the music played by this old man has a strange style and is uncomfortable to listen to, the standard is quite high in terms of playing techniques. Rather, to be able to play such harsh music with such superb piano skills is also a great artistic achievement. It's just that what made Xiang Nanxing and Liang Jingmo unable to take their eyes off was the clothes on the old man's body.

It stands to reason that a person who plays the guqin in public, arranges the environment like an ancient battlefield, and respects ancient culture so much, should mostly wear traditional clothing.

However, this old man was wearing a black suit that did not match his temperament at all! Although in order to make it easier to play the piano, he deliberately chose a loose dress that was a few sizes larger, and even the tie was untied, which looked loose and a little nondescript, but this was a black suit after all! In this prison, most of the people in black suits have only one identity: hosts!

Qiu Banxia sighed: "This is our No. 6 host, Huang Lao." ”

Grunt.

Xiang Nanxing swallowed involuntarily. Since he started participating in the so-called "adversity game", he has seen the demeanor of the host several times. Except for Lin Musen, who has a thin sense of existence, other famous hosts, like "Black Cat" Qiu Banxia and "Masked Man" Fike, are all wanton and reckless goods. Even if they are smiling at you at this time, it does not prevent the mood from changing suddenly in the next second, and directly twisting your head off - Xiang Nanxing's intuition is like this.

Think about the veteran host who is even afraid of such an autumn and half summer, and he offended him as soon as he came in...... Xiang Nanxing was too late to tremble, and he didn't even dare to think about what was going on.

However, after playing the song, Huang Lao seemed to have forgotten what had just happened, and stood up unusually kindly to greet them. "Find a place to sit." He said kindly, "Blame me for not making an appointment, but no one came, so I had to postpone it a little longer." ”

Liang Jingmo glanced around, and said with a ruffian: "It's their fault for not being punctual, Huang Lao, you don't have to take the blame for them." In my opinion, it is better for those who have not arrived in the overtime to directly lose. ”

Huang Lao smiled and said noncommittally: "It's better to quietly find a camp tent and sit down to listen to the piano, and wait." When the people are together, it will naturally begin. As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged again, and stroked the strings of the guqin with both hands. Seeing his posture, Liang Jingmo hurriedly picked out the farthest tent and plunged into it.

Xiang Nanxing smiled and chose a nearby tent to sit in. Upon closer inspection of the tents, he noticed that although the entrance to the tents was only a curtain, the lower edge and sides of the curtain were equipped with powerful electromagnets, which were attached to the edge of the tent. When there is no one in the tent, the electromagnet is not energized, so it can be easily lifted, but once someone enters, the curtain will be completely locked, and not only the people outside cannot enter, but the people inside cannot come out again, so they can only wait obediently.

No wonder when they entered the site, no one came out to take a look, it turned out that it was not that no one else had arrived, but that the people who had come were all locked in tents, and they couldn't even do a reconnaissance.

This design is a clear reflection of the host's intention, which is to keep the player's identity a secret. The design of the tent and the thick cloth cut out the possibility of voyeurism, and Huang Lao's music also disguised most of the sounds, and theoretically, the player had no way of knowing who the other players were present except for their companions.

On the other hand, since Xiang Nanxing and Liang Jingmo had already entered the two tents separately at this time, those players who were already present had no way of knowing that the two of them had come together. Liang Jingmo once hinted to him on the way here that this is a game about cooperation and betrayal, and from this design, "covering up the relationship of cooperation" should also be the top priority of this game.

"Hey, wait, in that case, if the rest of us never come, we won't be here until we die."

In the strange music around him, Xiang Nanxing couldn't help but have all kinds of strange thoughts in his mind. However, the last player didn't keep him waiting long. Xiang Nanxing suddenly found that there seemed to be a little more talking sound in the middle of the music, and then the voice gradually approached, although it was mixed in the melody and could not be heard clearly, Xiang Nanxing faintly felt that this voice seemed to have been heard somewhere.

This is also a benefit of sitting close to each other. You must know that after the music stopped just now, Liang Jingmo and Qiu Banxia had said a few words to Huang Lao, and it would not be difficult for someone who was familiar with them to recognize them.

And the people who come in at this time are obviously likely to encounter the same situation.

When the music stopped, the man's unceremonious comment sounded almost immediately: "Sir, you don't play this song very well." ”

In the tent, Xiang Nanxing's hand clenched involuntarily. This person had obviously seen Huang Lao's clothes at this time and guessed his identity, but even so, he still unceremoniously made a provocative statement to his face.

Xiang Nanxing knew that this was not pure ignorance or arrogance, but an unusually bold tentative move after careful consideration, and what he tried was the real tolerance limit under Huang Lao's indifferent appearance. Xiang Nanxing had only seen this kind of thick and thin style on one person before - plus this voice, he would never forget it.

"Luo Baichuan." He silently said, "It's finally your wait." ”

Just as his heart was stirring, another man who had come with him spoke.

"Speak well. This is our No. 6 host, Huang Lao. ”

What he said was exactly the same as Qiu Banxia, but his voice had a strange sense of mechanicality. At this time, there was no interference from the music, and this voice accurately reached Xiang Nanxing's ears, awakening his memory along with the fear.

It's 'Kamen Fike' - the man who almost makes his legs weak by killing him alone.

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