The successful conclusion of the game exhibition marks another step up for Fangcheng Studio.

The topic of game shows has been a hot topic on various platforms for a while, and game-related stocks have ushered in a sharp rise in the past few days, giving life to A-shares, which have been half-dead.

Fangcheng Studio has also been working on MOD optimization recently, and this project has become a cash cow in the studio, even if they quit the game industry in the future, they can rely on MOD dividends to become the top of the game industry.

Because this time is too busy, the employees in the studio are completely burned out, and even the work can't make them interested, and even the three meows at the door are lazy.

When the mirror was finally upgraded back, what he saw was this strange sight.

Seeing that Huang Ping actually yawned during working hours, he shouted in surprise: "Huang Ping, you actually yawn?" Don't you usually say that yawning is a waste of time, so you all play at home? ”

"There's no way, I was too tired some time ago, and I haven't eased up yet." Huang Ping yawned and said, "By the way, who are you?" ”

"Xuanjing, have you forgotten me?"

Looking at Xuanjing, Huang Ping remembered that there was such a number one person for a long time, and said abruptly: "I'm sorry, it's too hard at work, I forgot that there is a number one person like you." ”

"You're working overtime?" Xuanjing was even more surprised.

"No, normal work, but I use my brain too hard at work, and now I seem to have a layer of brain fog in my head. By the way, where have you been all this time? ”

"I went out for further study. Mom, I'm just a little tired of learning things in that place. But fortunately, I was smart and clever, and I finally came back from school. Let me tell you, I'm cooking very good right now, and I'll show you my hand next time. ”

"yes, okay."

Walking around the studio, Xuanjing found that everyone here was lazy, it seemed that the things of some time ago were really tiring.

The only thing that is not tired is Fang Cheng.

He sat at his workstation, looking like he was thinking about something, but Xuanjing could see at a glance that the boss in front of him was not a person, but a spell left by the boss.

He may not have known this before, but this trip to the God of Food, he got the inheritance of the Sumeru Illusion in it, his strength has been greatly improved, and he even survived a thunderstorm by the way, and it can be said to be an immortal weapon in the cultivation world.

As soon as he thought that he could reach the immortal level so quickly, Xuanjing was full of confidence and sighed that he was really a genius.

Following the traces left by Fang Cheng, he kept shuttling through mirrors, and it didn't take long to find the location of Fang Cheng.

He just wanted to show off his current strength to Fang Cheng, but then he found that Fang Cheng seemed to be fishing in the void.

Sitting beside Fang Cheng, he asked suspiciously, "Boss, are you fishing?" ”

Nodding slightly at Xuanjing, Fang Cheng said, "Well, I'm going to make a game where ignorance is happiness." Because I feel that these players are too smart, I want them to know that people are happier when they are ignorant. ”

The fishing rod in Fang Cheng's hand is an ordinary child's toy, the market price is nine yuan and nine is also free shipping, and there is a ball of mana hanging on it as bait, which does not seem to be anything special.

Watching the fish float up and down in the void, Xuanjing asked curiously, "What does making games have to do with fishing?" Actually, I've always wanted to ask, boss, you often pinch planets when making games, is it okay to do this? ”

"Other people make games that are also electronic transportation, which is not much different from mine."

Xuanjing thought about it and felt that what his boss said made sense.

If someone feels that what the boss says is unreasonable, then reason with the boss yourself.

Solving one of his own questions, Xuanjing continued to ask, "Then what are you fishing?" ”

"Strange Immortals."

"So what?"

In the Sumeru fantasy realm of "God of Food", Xuanjing saw a lot of knowledge that he didn't know before, and also learned a lot of interesting inside information in the cultivation world, and now he is no longer an ordinary machine spirit.

However, he thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't find any records about the Tricky Immortal, and he couldn't help but suspect that this concept was made up by Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng didn't explain, just quietly fished in the void, silently waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Suddenly, he felt a slight flick of his hook, and a faint fluctuation came from the end of the line, letting him know that what he wanted had been hooked.

When the hook was pulled up, Xuanjing looked at the empty hook and asked, "Unhooked?" ”

"No, I got it, it's just that this is not what I wanted."

Looking at his fishing hook with a frown, Fang Cheng sighed, then threw what Xuanjing couldn't see into the void, and then sat down and continued fishing.

The whole process was inexplicable, and he could only see Fang Cheng repeatedly pulling the hook, and repeatedly throwing back what he couldn't see.

And no matter how he perceived it, he didn't know what Fang Cheng was fishing, as if Fang Cheng was just performing a mime performance, which made him completely incomprehensible.

Just when he thought that something was wrong with his boss, an extremely faint ripple came from the void, making him instantly discover that there was really something on Fang Cheng's fishhook.

It was something that was hard to understand, it came out of nothing, but it was imperceptible. It's just that there seems to be a desirable avenue in it, and people can't help but want to continue to explore.

It's just that the more you dig deeper, the stronger the inexplicable feeling becomes, until people are permanently immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

Finding that Fang Cheng had thrown this thing back into the void, Xuanjing subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab it, but Fang Cheng had already grabbed Xuanjing and didn't let him continue.

Xuanjing realized that he seemed to be in love.

Realizing that he didn't understand when he looked at it, Xuanjing immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and his confidence when he broke through before was shattered by this strange scene, and the whole person immediately quieted down.

Calming down, Xuanjing couldn't help but ask, "That is the Strange Immortal?" ”

"Yes. The Tao of all things, and the fragments of some of the Great Dao can also be. These fragments have no mind, but they just fit into some exercises, and then they can continue to practice in an unconscious process, and finally become immortals. ”

"Can you attain the Tao without a mind?" Xuanjing shouted in surprise.

Fang Cheng glanced at Xuanjing strangely: "You were still born from an item, are you so surprised that you don't have a mind to become enlightened?" Probably, the appearance of your machine spirits is a little rarer. ”

Xuanjing just wanted to say that the birth of machine spirits is not so scarce, and then he thought backwards and came up with an answer: "You mean, there are actually quite a lot of strange immortals in this world?" ”

"It's a lot, but the fairy is like a sea spider in the sea, there will be no harm if you put it there, but if you study it carefully, there will be problems. Therefore, in order not to let people delve into the existence of the Tricky Immortals, this part of the knowledge has basically been sealed, and only Tianzun and a few people know about it. ”

"What are the consequences of digging deeper?"

"It's just a little bit of trouble, it's not too much of a problem."

Fang Cheng's calm made Xuanjing feel a little relieved, but then he realized a problem.

His boss said that it would be a little troublesome, so the actual situation may be more troublesome than he imagined.

After figuring it out, he immediately wanted to leave here and stay away from Fang Cheng, who was fishing for tricky immortals.

However, he couldn't help but want to know more about the Tricky Immortal, so he still sat beside Fang Cheng and watched in horror as Fang Cheng continued to fish for the Tricky Immortal.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Cheng's fishing rod bent sharply, and a big guy was finally caught, which made Fang Cheng, who had always been quiet, also show a smile.

Unlike the quiet Tricky Immortal before, this invisible big guy struggled very hard, and the surrounding void rippled because of his struggle, which also made Xuanjing feel that something was wrong.

Looking at Fang Cheng, who was satisfied, Xuanjing asked curiously: "Boss, this thing is struggling quite hard." ”

"yes, it's scared."

"Isn't it true that the fairy has no mind and will not be afraid?"

"It wasn't before it met me, but after it met me, it was there."

At this moment, Xuanjing finally knew that his boss was an even more incredible existence than the Strange Immortal.

After getting the Trick Immortal, Fang Cheng took the Xuanjing to a planet, and then released the Trick Immortal he had just captured.

The invisible Trick Immortal immediately covered the planet, and under Fang Cheng's indoctrination, the planet became no different from the earth, and there was no difference between it.

Pedestrians are walking, white-collar workers in office buildings are working hard, and employees on the assembly line in factories are working tirelessly, everything looks like an ordinary and gentle world.

However, after knowing that this world is actually the product of the immortals, Xuanjing found that everything here does not seem to be so Putuo again.

Pedestrians always have a faint smile on their faces, even if they are on the edge of the building in front of them, they will not hesitate to walk over, and the smile on their faces never fades.

The white-collar workers at work did not turn on the computer at all, they just worked seriously in the face of the blank computer, but their attitude was extremely religious.

The items on the assembly line are not tools, but human beings, who are assembled like machines, filled with internal organs, limbs, and heads, and then changed into clothes and sent to gift boxes, and finally sent to families.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this, but when you dig deeper, it's all about problems.

And these questions have a peculiar beauty, obviously breaking the logic and then reorganizing, and finally integrating it into an outrageous thing, but it is distorted and there is a very wonderful atmosphere, which makes people can't help but want to delve into it.

After looking at it for a long time, Xuanjing felt that he was going to be abnormal.

Grabbing the Xuanjing that was buzzing in his brain, Fang Cheng said, "The Strange Immortal is such a strange existence, all you see are illusions made by the Strange Immortal based on my feedback. Okay, the basic prototype is done, it's time to hand it over to Huang Ping and them to perfect. ”

Looking down in a daze, Xuanjing suddenly said to Fang Cheng: "Boss." ”

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"I'm so scared."

Looking at the Xuanjing who sincerely apologized, Fang Cheng understood the other party's thoughts, nodded with a smile and said, "It's okay." ”

When Fang Cheng went back and handed over his new work to Huang Ping, Huang Ping's performance was still lazy.

He lazily turned up the USB flash drive, lazily installed the game, and then after playing for a while, his eyes widened, and his body sat up involuntarily.

According to Fang Cheng's vision, players will take on a random role here, and then go through their day peacefully.

Trying to choose an ordinary office worker, Huang Ping felt that this game was quite normal and average at first.

There are many games that play a role, and the Sims series is one of the best, and the content that players can think of can basically be experienced in that game.

Players who often kill people can also experience the gameplay of killing their neighbors in a fancy way, and the operation of pumping ladders in the swimming pool is a basic exercise, and the perverts disdain to use it.

But this game is different.

In the demo, players also have their own values, and they will also be thirsty and hungry, want to be entertained, and want to make friends, at first glance it is just an ordinary simulation operation, but there are many details in it that make people think about it very scary.

A lot of the game is very realistic, and things like going to work and squeezing the subway are done.

But some places are so real, and some places are so unorthodox that something feels wrong in those parts.

Why does writing "1+1=2" on the blackboard attract applause from their superiors, and writing "2+2=4" makes them extremely angry?

Why is there always a door in the toilet that doesn't open and there are cries coming from inside from time to time?

Why does the boss stand at the door and bow one by one to let the employee leave when he gets off work, but if he wants to bow back, it will make the other party angry?

The accumulation of strange details made Huang Ping feel that this game was not normal.

"Uncle Liu, what are you playing, so devoted?"

"Wow!"

Huang Ping let out a ghost scream, like a third meow that had been stepped on by the tail, and jumped up directly from his workstation.

Next to him, the monkey looked at Huang Ping in astonishment, wondering what he had seen.

Huang Ping raised his chair in a daze, apologized embarrassedly, and then continued the game.

The monkey's voice just now made him furry even now.

Moreover, he soon realized that he was invisibly affected by the game.

These details were originally indifferent, but because the effect of the game is very realistic, these ordinary points are also infinitely magnified, which makes him start to scare himself.

But what made him feel even more weird was that he found himself actually a little addicted.

The previous fatigue has been dispelled by the feelings brought by the game, and he wants to continue to explore the truth behind each detail.

But the more he explored, the more mysteries he found unsolvable, and he slowly got lost in these mysteries one by one, unable to come out at all.

He even picked up a notebook and began to record the mysteries he encountered.

But when he found that he had recorded dozens of mysteries, but the original one had not yet been solved, he put down his pen and let out a long sigh:

"It would be nice if we didn't dig deeper."

Looking at the tangled Huang Ping, Fang Cheng knew that he was in the right direction.

Ignorance is a joy, and Huang Ping has begun to appreciate this.

(End of chapter)