Han Baiyi sat on the bed and watched with interest as the little person in the picture was randomly assigned to the various scenes he had experienced and abused. Flashing Dance, ∈ Eight, ∈ Eight, ∈ Reading, ∈ Book, 2∞3↓o

Originally, he thought that these characters were assigned in, but they were just equivalent to an audience.

But I don't want to, these selected children are randomly assigned to some specific characters in each scene, and can participate in the plot with the identity of these characters.

After going through a series of episodes, all the way up to their deaths, everyone is rated by the system based on their performance in the plot.

However, of these ten people, only four of them immediately accepted their identity and took steps to join the plot.

Although the dead fat house shouts every day that they want to cross and open a big crystal palace or something, Ye Gong is a good dragon is human nature, and people who really accept their current situation immediately after crossing will not be a barge in real life.

Among the four candidates who joined the plot, this Ah Heyan named Liu Mang had the highest rating.

In the case that other people's ratings start with the word 'C', he is the only one who gets a B grade.

In addition, each viewer's avatar shows two sections: 'Obtaining Ideas' and 'Contributing Ideas'.

Han Baiyi studied it and probably understood the meaning of these two projects.

Pulling these 'audiences' into the world he experiences is a win-win situation for both Han Baiyi and for them.

According to the different performances of the 'audience' in the scene, the number of inspiration points that each person 'digs' in the scene is also different.

Their unique intelligence, emotions, and behavior will cause different 'influences' from the original plot route in the originally fixed scene.

The greater the distortion of this 'influence', the more inspiration the audience will dig into.

Here it is.

At the same time, harvest and output are always relative.

While they distort the scene to dig out the inspiration, the scene is also distorting the 'audience' to gain more inspiration. Flash Dance

Here it is.

Of course, this distortion is not another distortion, and if you have to study it carefully, the so-called distortion is nothing more than the word change.

What both have in common is the drastic 'change'.

Han Baiyi spread out the two data and adjusted them into a linear chart, with the vertical axis being the amount of inspiration, where the red line and green line are the green lines, and the horizontal axis is the time in the scene.

Take this Liu Mang as an example.

Comparing the stereoscopic images with the charts, Liu Mang's growth was the largest at the moment he entered the world, and the green line zigzagged to reach the first peak, and then fell rapidly in a few seconds. ▲-八▲-八▲-Read▲-Book, ◇o≧

Obviously, he was greatly shocked by the change of scene in that moment, but he quickly calmed down.

The second peak of the green line is at the moment when Eina's mouth opens.

At this point, Han Baiyi was not sure about the reason, so he let it go for the time being.

The change in the amount of growth, that is, the first peak of the red line in the chart, was the moment when Liu Mang tore the buttocks of Ichiro with a dart.

Combined with stereoscopic images and charts, Han Baiyi can easily judge the connection between the audience's personal psychological changes, scene changes and spiritual incremental changes.

It is not a simple buying and selling transaction, but a real win-win situation, the audience earns, and Han Baiyi, who is responsible for the operation of the scene, also earns, and both parties are providing each other with 'differences' and 'changes', so as to make the cake called Lingji bigger, and finally get a win-win situation.

As for who lost?

Probably a twist vine.

However, even after understanding the relationship between spiritual power and 'change', Han Baiyi still didn't understand how this kind of thing was produced from the human body.

Is it because of the subjective initiative of human consciousness?

Or is it a space-time fluctuation caused by an offset of the fate line?

Or is it just the energy that overflows from the production of some emotion?

None of these may or may not be any.

After all, Han Baiyi is just an ordinary undergraduate, and he can make a whimsical connection with his open brain, if he really wants to find clues from the side to study and prove, then he must be right. Flash Dance

In addition, although the 'changes' in the scene will affect the increase of the Intelligence, not all of the 'Changes' can positively promote the increase of the Intelligence.

For example, a small fat house in these ten 'audience'.

This little fat house was unfortunately assigned to the Hirata retainers team of the Hirata Mansion at the beginning.

- It's the group of rookies who were bandits.

And because he happened to see the picture of Han Baiyi hiding the snake's head in the Pingtian mansion, and he himself was also stunned by the blood fountain in the snake's neck, the little fat house peed his pants instantly, and the spirit in his chart that was already growing hard instantly collapsed.

Han Baiyi can clearly see in the stereoscopic image and line chart that the red curve representing the small fat house project is the same as the waist chop, and it has fallen in half.

In the end, the little fat house only got a total of 3 points.

Compared with Mr. Liu Mang, a "perverted ahyan", it is simply a heaven and an earth.

It can be seen that it seems that only emotions, resourcefulness, and behaviors with 'positive feedback' under certain criteria can bring about the growth of intelligence.

However, Han Baiyi was not sure.

All this, after all, is just his personal speculation, and it can't be counted.

After probably clarifying his thoughts, Han Baiyi put aside his guess and turned his head to look at the system panel.

In addition to the short legs that caused the spiritual opportunity, Han Baiyi's biggest gain was obviously this.

Han Baiyi looked at this option for a moment, and asked the system: "Can the audience's contribution be used elsewhere?" Where can it be used? ”

Han Baiyi looked at the option and hesitated, his current spiritual point reserve was quite sufficient, and he also wanted to study what this thing was, so he nodded no on the option.

After Han Baiyi vetoed this option, there was one more option below the big category.

Next to this option, there is also a small print marked.

Han Baiyi looked at the options that suddenly appeared in this line and muttered for a while.

It seems that the system itself is not perfect, or rather, it does not open all permissions to him.

Everything needs to be explored by him.

Han Baiyi was pondering, and suddenly a doorbell rang outside the door.

Yang Xiaoyu and Comrade Li Yuelu were both cooking in the kitchen, and Han Baiyi got up to open the door.

After opening the door, a young man in a gray courier uniform stood outside the door, holding a large box in his hand.

"Hello, is it Mr. Han Baiyi?"

The brim of the courier brother's hat was lowered, and his voice was slightly hoarse, and he couldn't hear the original sound.

Han Baiyi looked at the box in his hand and frowned.

He hasn't bought anything these days, and no one should send him a courier.

Strangely, Yang Xiaoyu slipped out of the kitchen with a lollipop on her lamb slippers.

"Baiyi, you don't seem to have bought anything these days, right?"

Yang Xiaoyu looked up at him twice,

"Is it for my 3385th day couple's anniversary snack pack?"

Han Baiyi ignored her, but frowned and looked at the courier brother in front of her, instinctively feeling something wrong in her heart, reaching out to suppress Yang Xiaoyu and motioning her to go back to the house.

"I'm sorry, let's see if it's wrong, I haven't bought anything recently."

Han Baiyi's voice was slightly low.

The courier brother in front of him suddenly made him feel a feeling that after returning to modern society, it seemed familiar and unfamiliar.

Dangerous.

The courier brother nodded, bowed politely, put the box at the door, and took the initiative to take a step back.

Han Baiyi was still staring at him closely.

Although there is no reason or origin, many times, he prefers to trust his feelings.

The little brother raised the brim of his hat, revealing a swarthy face in his early thirties.

The eyes were full of red bloodshots, and even the pupils disappeared, and the whites of the eyes were all gone.

The corners of the two sides of the mouth are strangely raised, as if they have been cut open by a knife, and the cheekbones are touched, and the whole face seems to be tangled in one place.

It wasn't until he raised his head that the huge gap between his chin and Adam's apple was revealed.

It was a bloody hollow.

There is an eye inlaid inside.

Han Baiyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he roughly pushed Yang Xiaoyu into the house, kicked the package with a very fast foot, broke out of the security door with a bang, grasped the strange face in front of him, and strode forward.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them instantly crashed into the balcony of the corridor from the door, and with a swipe of Han Baiyi's palm, he smashed the man in front of him into the wall of the balcony, and he was stuck in it, and he couldn't buckle it.

The lime walls on both sides were brought up by Han Baiyi's ultra-high speed beyond the limits of the human body, and a burst of flying dust and ash was filled with the corridors on both sides, and the flying packages were grabbed by Han Baiyi with one hand, and they were swept along the balcony of the corridor to the sky outside.

In the body of the courier with a strange face, a clear male voice that did not match him at all came out.

"Come on."

"Kill me."

The gaze is calm and eerie.

Boom –

Bao o sound is deafening.

The package that was thrown outside by Han Baiyi exploded in an instant, and a brilliant spark bloomed in mid-air, and the huge shock wave shattered the glass of several high-rise buildings around it, and there were screams of astonishment in the ears.

Han Baiyi's face was almost hideous.

"Who are you?"

"Puff"

An irrepressible strange laugh came from the courier's body, as if Han Baiyi's reaction had been expected for a long time.

His head slowly twisted to the left, twisting little by little, until he pointed the back of his head against Han Baiyi.

But the body was motionless.

Tear pull.

A black mouth split between his short thick black hair.

The same weird smile.

"Guess what."

Han Baiyi's pupils constricted suddenly.

As soon as the words fell, a strange sound came from my ears.

Click.

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