MTL - Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!-Chapter 38 Derivation

In the guide room of the Crowson show, the two instructors presided over the trainers who were aiming at the blue people's entertainment, and the barrage was full of joy.

The background of the overall monitoring of the drama suddenly looked at: "Coordinate (4,6) area, how is the camera broken?"

Immediately someone slammed the system self-test button: "The gun was broken, and the caliber is to strengthen Bartley. It is estimated that the moth is flying on the lens, the player did not pay attention. Did you buy insurance for the lens?"

The small drama immediately replied: "Buy! That is... I burned a few shots in the last round of the game. This time I estimated the troubles of the claim... and the lost player image..."

The leader of the crew waved a big hand: "If you lose it, you will lose it. You will take the entertainment of the Azure people. Before the people come in, they will give us money. This live broadcast must be given a half-hour shot!!"

"Oh, good!" The small drama was busy, and no longer explored the camera of the beggar.

Coordinate (4, 6) area.

The sorcerer looked silly and looked at the sniper/sniper/step/gun that was held in his arms and obviously did not belong to him.

First, the colorful butterfly, followed by the thin fire of the selfie stick, and then he followed the big cockroach, but also exaggerated and looked good...

狙 / hit / gun slammed into the ground.

When the sorcerer stayed, he panicked and screamed, and wiped the gun clean and gave it to the cockroach... It was like a rabbit that was caught in a radish.

In the dimly lit jungle, the man was skillfully taken over, and the eyes were lifted and the emotions could not be seen.

The sorcerer quickly defended: "Big brother! I, I just seemed to have a problem!"

The brain of the sorcerer is in chaos. If he is the kind of small machine that moves when he makes a clockwork, at this time, the whole clockwork card is about, and it is impossible to screw it up. All the parts are pitifully squeezed together.

Daxie brought himself here, and then it happened... It happened... The sorcerer’s expression was stunned, and it’s obviously not slowed down from the aftereffects.

The space behind the bunker was not big, and the sorcerer was caged under the shadow of the guardian. At this time, the effort was hard to explain: "It is a butterfly! The copy reminder is a hallucination! I didn't pay attention at first..."

When Wei Wei raised his eyebrows, he slowly said: "Remember what you just did?"

The sorcerer shook his head.

Wei Shi: "Look down."

The awkward amber eyes slowly and slowly swept down, seeing the map of the game on the knees - the back, the kind of lyrics written.

Muzzle of butterflies, red tomatoes.

Wu Yi: "!!!"

The paper is obviously his own handwriting, and the lyrics are terrible. However, what made him most embarrassed was that the melody of the lyrics almost blurted out, just like singing many times.

Witch: "I, I, I am not - I am not -"

Wei Shi sighed.

Just as the sorcerer sighed with relief, Daxie suddenly opened his mouth and glanced at his anti-tank/gram/gun.

"The guitar is playing well."

"..." Witch: "!!!"

At this time, the "叮咚" sounded up, and the four doors of the copy were open at the same time. The cool breeze on the corridor swept through.

The sorcerer suddenly reacted and stood up.

He is still in the second knockout.

The room at the location is now a grid coordinate in the arena. There is only one map of "State 14" on hand, and there is not enough information to crack the rules.

Caesar was also kept in a few copies away from the distance, he had to make up the time spent by his teammates to sacrifice -

There are only 166 survivors on the watch, and the live broadcast will end in a dozen hours. The final living conditions are necessarily related to the rules.

The cold cold wind finally awakened the nerves of the toxin paralysis, and the witch felt only a headache, and when it stood up, it was shaken uncontrollably -

The hand-wrapped palm suddenly fixed his shoulder.

The man was overwhelmed with a strong aggressive atmosphere. The arm of the sleeves was blazing with enthusiasm. He held the sorcerer who was about to plant it on the ground and held it down. When he looked down, his eyes flashed a light.

Bunny Jingba slammed into the body of Wei, and looked up.

The vision of the sorcerer finally focused on the face of Wei, and the small pain in the skull. Neurotoxins inhibit the otherwise active thinking, and the senses are magnified at this time.

Wei Shi was very close to him, and the man's angular features were like a knife, and most of them were even more furious in the shadows. The closer you are, the more you can smell the blood of Wei Shi, not only on the prey, but also in his bones - like a fierce beast, looking at him in the dim light.

For a moment, the sorcerer even thought that he was a moth on a birch tree.

The same prey that was locked by the big cockroach.

The instinct of the small animal suddenly woke up, and the sorcerer reacted and reacted, and stood upright: "Big Brother -"

"Neurotoxin sequelae." Wei Wei no expression, his arm stunned twice.

Seeing the rabbit stupid standing still, he opened again: "The sequelae last for three days. If you want to leave, there is a copy of the two units to the south to send you out."

The sorcerer shook his head quickly: "I... I want to continue."

Wei Shi sighed and said slowly: "But I will not be with you."

The sorcerer suddenly had a meal.

In this game, only Caesar, Zoe and Wenlin are his teammates. Wei Shi is also his opponent.

In the dim light, the young boy who was slightly weak because of the sequelae nodded and pulled himself out, for fear of adding trouble to the big man: "Okay, thank you big brother!"

Wei Wei raised his eyebrows and watched the witches quickly bend over to collect the supplies and carefully watched the only map.

When the left arm was put down, the man’s **** were slightly rubbed.

On the other side of the bunker, there are two shackles of the Guardian, a machine/gun, and a scorpion to identify the different maps.

Wei Shi did not doubt that as long as Witch took a map from him and had enough time to solve the rules of the entire game.

However, the sorcerer just glanced at it and panicked his eyes.

This is the game, he has the bottom line that must be adhered to.

The sorcerer regained the good materials, because the sequelae eroded the nerve endings and could not stop the inhalation. When leaving, he waved his hand to Wei Shi: "Big brother goodbye!"

Wei nodded and suddenly opened his eyes: "Come here."

The sorcerer's eyes lit up, standing in front of the big brother, and then suddenly rounded his eyes -

Small curls... was smashed.

The same technique as the big brother and the rabbit.

When Wu Yiran looked at Wei, the other person’s expression was as usual, as if it was just his own illusion.

On the face where Wei has never had any emotions, there is a moment of satisfaction, and the next second is hidden in the shadow of the backlight: "Singing well, come on."

The witches suddenly blushed: "I...I actually..."

Wei Shi waved his hand and took the machine gun and turned around.

The sorcerer stared at the direction in which he disappeared and looked at it for a while, then quickly picked up the gun and stepped into the corridor in the opposite direction.

After the two left, a copy of the scene of the birch forest was quickly closed, and it slowly descended because of the ladder.

The sorcerer marked the map and resolutely opened the door at the end of the corridor.

Ten minutes later, he wrapped the leaves and rolled out of the door. It was a great fortune that the neurotoxin paralyzed his senses—the scene inside the copy was numb even if he recalled it.

At this point, there are only 7 distance units left in the middle of the map. When I explored it again, Wu Hao was lucky to hit the safe area. However, even if his physical strength was exhausted, he did not immediately close his eyes and rested, but quickly took out the map calculation.

The field is changing, the map is static - if there is a rule, each frame must be the premise of the next frame.

There are not many known conditions at present, and the sorcerer quickly spreads the derivation information on paper.

The room exhibits vertical motion, and it is inferred from the mechanical echo that the ladder well is not too deep—that is, the key to controlling change in the arena has nothing to do with height. The entire labyrinth has only two dimensions, x and y.

The sorcerer endured the pain in his mind, and the nib quickly swept away the huge cube field envisioned in the draft, leaving only the only plane.

When the copy rises, it is connected to the corridor. When it sinks, it becomes a safe area. Corresponding to the two signs of pattern and blank in the map—meaning that there are only two states in each separate ladder well.

The sorcerer’s fixed view of the map, echoed in the mind is the inexplicable “social psychology”.

"We are the individual of life... If there are no friends, we will disappear in loneliness. If the space is too narrow, we will disappear in the crowd..."

His hand holding the tip of the pen suddenly trembled.

Numerous pieces of information burst in the mind, the line of sight is slightly blackened by the invasion of toxins, and the grid on the map seems to have life, rapidly aggregate, split, and multiply in the line of sight—

Zoe once thought that the "life" in the prompt refers to the players, but after the detachment, there is still no trigger rule.

If "life" does not mean the player -

There is only one other living creature left in the arena.

Lepidoptera!

"叮咚", the tone sounded in silence, urging the witch to move to the next copy. He is holding the map, and the amber eyes shine in the darkness.

So lonely, crowded, multiplied, dead, the corresponding difference is -

The tip of the pen rustled, and the sorcerer almost took out the speed of the college entrance examination to essay, and quickly verified it on the side of the map.

Model - right!

parameter--

The known conditions are far from enough to guess the parameters. All he can solve is the state of the two directions. Seeing that the corridor is about to close, the witch does not hesitate to rush out of the map.

At this point, it is already very close to the center of the stadium, and the difficulty of the copy is dramatically increased.

Among the two directions derived, one hundred percent is a safe zone, but it cannot give more information to the witch.

The other 2 unknown rooms may be s-level copies, or they may be deadlocks that cannot be folded back -

The witches opened their eyes again and they made a choice.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

He picked up the gun and rushed in the direction of the unknown.

The door leaf at the end of the corridor emits a strange blue light, and the sorcerer prompts the envelope.

"Clear and translucent."

The fingertips paused slightly on the doorknob and then pulled away.

In the thin, cold air, butterflies with thin wings like transparent dance on the glacier.

What the sorcerer associates with, a slap in the face.

Transparent.

The grid in the middle of the map, with a grayish background, represents the transparent layer in industrial design – that is, the only special grid in the arena, most likely transparent and omnidirectional.

The sorcerer almost screamed with excitement, and could not wait to immediately make a **** road, so as to rush to the center of the map to complete the final model derivation.

However, at this time, the gunshots suddenly sounded.

The sorcerer’s look stayed and slid to the side. There is more than one person in the current copy!

The laser red point of the sniper aiming quickly pointed at his neck again, and the sorcerer’s mind suddenly turned, if the gun had no chance of winning, but if-

On the side of the glacier, the sorcerer quickly lifted the map out of his pocket and lifted it up.

On the opposite side of the gunshot, it seems that two people whispered and said: "The map is left, people can go."

The sorcerer glanced at it and looked ahead.

Two tall trainees saw him without a gun and walked out of the bunker.

Zhuoma Entertainment, which has occupied three giants in the top ten of the Crowson show so far.

The sorcerer is quick and in the memory, the same as a class a trainee, and also nods in class -

The sorcerer said dryly: "The door is closed and you can't go."

The two men negotiated again and came to a conclusion for a long time: "Would you like to leave the map, we will give you a execution?"

Wu Yi: "..."

One of the trainees who seemed to be honest and apologized immediately apologized: "Sorry, ha, that, we don't, it's useless to keep you..."

The smashing/striking/gun was set up again, and the vulture hole shrank.

The other party finally gave a smile of apology, did not hesitate to pull the trigger, the bullets fluttered in a blazing arc, reflecting the murderous shadow in the pupil of the three!

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