Ding Bao frowned.

She tried to sit up, but after struggling, she found that her hands and feet were imprisoned in a pure white gelatin, and no matter how hard she struggled, she was exhausted and fell back to her place.

Where is she?

Who is it that imprisons you?

Things were the same as she guessed.

I thought it was a world from a small life to a big one, but it was false.

The feeling that her words and deeds and even her heart were manipulated made her already doubt the authenticity of everything around her.

She began to shout loudly.

Only her own voice responded.

Ding Bao could clearly sense that she was imprisoned, and she could feel her tiredness, not physically, but the kind of tiredness that came from the depths of her heart.

She was so tired that she didn't have any strength after the struggle.

She felt like a wanderer who had been on the road for many years, never finding her way back, never finding a place to come, and reaching out to be a flood beast that could never stop.

Tired......

It's really tiring......

Even the soul is lamenting, wanting a moment of peace.

For a while, Ding Bao didn't even have the ability to think.

She closed her eyes and felt her body being pulled down by invisible hands.

She wanted to stop.

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"Boss, according to the feedback from the last task, the salesman is doubting the reality of the world, and she should have begun to guess that everything around her is an illusion a long time ago, so all her following actions are to confirm her conjecture."

"It's that the purpose of the trajectory you have formulated is too obvious, I said, to fill in the authenticity."

"There are many things that have been filled with authenticity, but in order to complete the task it is necessary to guide her to do something, and in order for her to lose herself, it is necessary to strike at some of her achievements, to make her realize her own insignificance and powerlessness, but these blows make her doubt......"

The average person doubts their own abilities.

But what Salesman No. 1 suspects is the world.

It's really hard.

Who else can be so confident in yourself?

"In the final analysis, it is still the psychology of the No. 1 salesman who is too strong, her willpower is very strong, and she is almost not affected by the outside world, we did some analysis and came to the conclusion that it is useless to rely on these alone, and you have to find out what she really fears or really loves, and fill it into the mission world to make her completely lost."

The man didn't speak, looking thoughtfully at the woman in the cabin.

He thought for a moment, then nodded.

"How many lists do you have?"

"Seven or eight, all of them are people who can't wake up normally, and some have been judged dead, the difficulty is very high, and the task is very heavy."

"It's all assigned to the No. 1 salesman, and you don't need to notify me when one task is over, and you can go directly to the next task."

"Boss, it's very risky to do this, she'll ......"

"Do you need me to repeat it to you again?"

The technician hurriedly bowed his head.

"No, no, I know."

As he spoke, he clicked on the computer screen, imported the basic information of the seven mission objectives, began to divide the task time according to the severity of his illness, and finally designed the task world and task content according to the actual situation.

No one can afford to span such a long task, nearly a thousand years of task time, for the salesman needs to rely on strong willpower to support.