Bad omen is no stranger to Feng Xue, or rather, since he became nothing, he has been dealing with bad omens a lot.

It's just that the bad omens he saw, without exception, were all living creatures, and no matter how bad they were, they were undead creatures such as stitching monsters and bone girls.

But the bad omen in front of me is a model of a house.

He pulled out the indescribable rod-shaped object, carefully and tentatively reached into the sand table made of confetti and fiddled with it a few times, and immediately felt a strange touch.

Pulling away the confetti, the roots of the thickness of eggs suddenly came into view.

These roots don't look like the shriveled roots of a plant, but rather plump and smooth like worms, but they don't have the vitality of an animal at all, and it doesn't react even when the inexplicable rod-like object pokes it back and forth.

"But that looks right, well, is it a rare plant-type bad omen? So what is this house model? Mimicry? Or is it similar to the shell of a hermit crab? ”

Feng Xue gently squeezed the indescribable stick-like object slightly, and after confirming this elasticity and touch, he poked the stick-like object towards the building above.

Although it looks like plastic or stone, it is as flexible and elastic as the roots underneath when touched, which reminds Feng Xue of the appearance of corpses and bones in the painting style of the underworld.

As if confirming something, Feng Xue looked up again at the mosaic above her head that was constantly avoiding because of the rolling stone piers, and her expression became more and more subtle.

This amount of mosaic, even if it is a super-large omen born from the death of a real person in Infinite City, is far inferior.

However, considering that there are probably more than thousands of players who have died in this level, this number does not seem to be so unacceptable.

But is this situation deliberate, or is it some kind of accident?

Feng Xue's eyes focused on the teaching building, and suddenly, a spot of light flickered, with his eyesight, it was naturally impossible to be dazzled, and immediately chased after the flashing spot, but in the teaching building, he saw a small, less than two millimeters of small figure, and in his hand, he was holding a flashlight smaller than the tip of a needle.

"This is a security guard on night patrol!"

Feng Xue only felt that her hairs stood on end at this moment, and she immediately turned her head to look at the side of the teaching building, and sure enough, she found the rusty iron door.

"Don't!" Feng Xue kept yelling in his heart, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all, and all kinds of materials were liberated from the packing cloth by him one by one, and then turned into a slender pinhole camera under the craftsmanship of [Ingenious Craftsmanship].

Associating the camera with the drone used for live broadcast as a phantom object, Feng Xue carefully sent the camera along the iron door, and the camera with night vision swept through the corridor that was the same as he had walked through, and saw the secret automatic door again.

"Hoo ......"

After taking several deep breaths in a row, Feng Xue finally calmed down, turned around, and came to the automatic door while holding the display port of the drone in one hand.

As the stone piers gurgled and rolled, the automatic door slowly opened, and the small door in the monitor also opened.

"Hoo ......"

Looking at the empty room in the picture, Feng Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief, there were no imaginary layers of nesting dolls, and there was no other self, and outside the folding door, there was no huge pinhole camera.

This made his depressed heart instantly liberated, if it weren't for the good concentration, he would definitely have to jump and laugh.

With the stone pier and back in front of the school model again, Feng Xue shifted her attention to the dormitory building.

Compared to the teaching building where there are few people at all, the dormitory building is obviously more lively, although there is no light, but with the help of night vision, he can still clearly see the sleeping figures in the windows.

No, there are not only those who are asleep, but also those who lie in front of the window and look out, and those who sit on the edge of the bed to attack and attack themselves (self-motivation), and so on, Feng Xue even found a lot of familiar figures in it, such as Lin Shu, who re-enrolled after being expelled without changing his vest, Da Zhuang, who was fooled by Yang Wei's words to the point that he no longer dared to play basketball at noon, and his tablemate who regarded money as dung.

But Feng Xue relied on her sensitivity to numbers and found the problem-

"The occupancy rate of these dormitories doesn't feel too high!"

Yes, there is a dormitory for men and women, and the number of students is about 400 to 500, which means that there should be more than 200 students in each dormitory, even if the teachers are not considered.

But the current situation is that many dormitories are in a state of disappointment, and the students in the two buildings together are in their early 300s.

At the same time, those ghosts that are similar to long-necked ghosts and should be seen everywhere have no corresponding mapping on this sand table, which makes Feng Xue's many previous associations linked together-

"The students who appeared on the sand table have completely merged with this bad omen? So the rest, are the players who are still alive and the ghosts who are dead but not fused? ”

Faced with this situation, Feng Xue's first reaction was actually nothing in Infinite City, but considering that they didn't have any labels or elements on them, he dispelled this idea.

But at the same time, another thought came to mind irrepressibly.

"Bad omens and strange tales can be transformed into each other, but what about phantoms? Can phantoms be transformed into weird stories? ”

As soon as this thought appeared, it continued to spread like a multiplying G, because he faintly grasped a key piece of information.

The essence of the illusion is the crystallization of fantasy, as long as there is a world where the rule of [cognition] exists, it can be generalized, and strange talk is the embodiment of cognition, but the source of power is only in the world of cognition.

From this point of view, the phantom object is undoubtedly more advanced than the strange story.

But here's the problem, in Feng Xue's Goldfinger analysis, phantom objects are composed of [elements], while strange stories are composed of [elements] to form [tags], and then [tags] condense [entries].

From this point of view, the strange talk is higher than the phantom object in terms of both the amount of information and the level.

On the contrary, it is a bad omen, which is essentially the product of a massive amount of dirty data mixed elements, although it does not look like each other, but it is indeed an intermediate state of fantasy and strange talk.

From the situation of the eldest lady of the Ke family, it can be known that under the wash of time, it is possible to reorganize and purify one's own cognition due to some accidents, and then become a strange story.

So is it possible for the phantom object, with a lot of dirty data, to turn into a higher-order phantom object composed of tags through the springboard of bad omens?

Or...... Directly ignite the fire of strange talk and turn it into strange talk?

If you can......

Thinking of this, Feng Xue's face suddenly became strange, because while this set of logic was straightened out, a name naturally appeared in his mind-

"Infinity City".

This pit should have been buried for a long time, and someone asked when I was the golden finger, but I didn't say it, and now I finally don't have to bear it.

(End of chapter)