Why did he point it out?
Just as Doctor Chen finished his sentence, some people dropped their pens and some quickly withdrew their hands from the paper. However, after the initial shock subsided, all of them showed similar puzzled expressions.
If the hotel was Doctor Chen's home ground, the pen and paper were his media, and the collaboration was his message, then Lin Sanjiu was confident that there would be more than four people who would become Doctor Chen's mouthpieces. He was about to win the game.
However, he chose to remind them to be careful of the message before they started writing and when the pen and paper were still on the table.
"Why is everyone looking at me like that?"
The fair-skinned, amiable-looking middle-aged doctor was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He sighed, "Ah, I know … It's really hard to guard against it. The hotel isn't my home ground … If this was my scenario, why didn't I say this in the hotel? After all, in my home ground, the credibility of my words is doubled. Do you still remember? "
If he didn't mention it, most of them would have forgotten about it. After all, there were too many rules in a pocket dimension.
"If you are worried, you can find a piece of paper and write it down. Or, you can return the pen and paper to me after you finish writing. I just want to remind everyone to be careful of the hidden message. This way, the recording system can ensure our safety, "Doctor Chen said as he tapped the paper on the table.
Currently, the items that everyone had were pen, paper and mineral water. Even the food was not the same. Lin Sanjiu noticed that other than the three items mentioned above, none of the items were taken by all four of them at the same time. Excluding the food and water, which were unlikely to be from the media, the only risk was the pen and paper.
Even though Doctor Chen had pointed out that his home ground might not be the hotel, out of caution, no one touched the pen and paper on the table.
Everyone was silent for a few seconds. The good-looking but rat-like man was the first to raise his hands and said, "I won't participate in this recording system. What if this is really your message and you purposely said it to make me lower my guard — "
Jiang Tian obviously couldn't stand stupid people. She rolled her eyes. "You didn't get any media anyway. What do you have to be afraid of?"
"Did someone ask for your opinion?" The man seemed to have a bad temper. He immediately turned to Lin Sanjiu and scolded, "Do you think you're so great? How did you know that there wasn't any media in my bag? "
Jiang Tian stared at him for a few seconds, and her anger slowly turned into a smile. "You're right." She encouraged him gently, "Then throw everything away. It's best if you don't participate in the recording system."
"But, this …" Doctor Chen was obviously anxious. He was interrupted by Jiang Tian.
"If a few people don't want to participate, it's actually a good thing for the rest of the people who are participating in the recording system." She didn't even look at the rat-faced man and said to the crowd, "That's all I have to say. Those who understand will naturally understand."
Without giving the others a chance to ask questions, she stood up from the table and said, "I'm going to look for a pen and paper." Then, she turned around and walked toward the rows of shops on the beach.
"Why is it better for us if someone doesn't participate?" Henna looked around the table, but no one answered her.
Rat Face looked doubtful, worried and uncomfortable, but he still refused to join the recording system. Lin Sanjiu sighed inwardly when she saw this.
Regardless of whether they were posthumans or ordinary people, there were always fewer outstanding people and more mediocre people. It wasn't just a matter of intelligence. Even if she explained the risks to Rat Face — "Those who don't participate in the recording system will become the prey of others" — he wouldn't be able to overcome his paranoia and fear. He might even think that Lin Sanjiu was trying to harm him by persuading him to join the recording system.
In the end, there were three people who didn't participate in the recording system: Rat Face, the thin and muddle-headed woman, Guan Nan, and the man who looked like a caveman.
"I'm also going to look for a pen and paper," Roab pushed his chair away expressionlessly, "Before the recording system starts, don't talk to me."
Other than the three people who didn't participate, the rest of the people left the table and scattered on the beach.
Walking on the long white beach, Lin Sanjiu felt like she was walking into a distant summer holiday. The beach was covered with beach towels, and there were many iced drinks under the umbrellas. Bags and handbags were scattered on the white sand, and there were pairs of shoes beside them. In the distance, there were rows of shops selling snacks and drinks, tourist souvenirs, swimwear and goggles, and all kinds of equipment rental equipment. There were also all kinds of restaurants and bars … The only thing that was removed from the scene was the people.
When she crossed the beach and walked toward the restaurant, she heard the conversation behind her from the sea breeze.
"You're smart. Tell me, what did Jiang Tian mean?" With Henna's loud and clear voice, she didn't need the help of the sea breeze. Lin Sanjiu didn't turn around. She pricked up her ears and heard Duck Down's voice through the wind.
"The people who participated in the recording system … will definitely target those who didn't participate …" Duck Down's words were intermittent, but Lin Sanjiu could understand what she was trying to say.
"I don't get it," Henna said gruffly, "Isn't the purpose of the recording system to let people know that someone is repeating the message 'Dead Baa Orange' to others?"
"It's Message …"
"If there are three people who didn't participate," Henna didn't take Duck Down's correction to heart and continued, "For example, if you want to find a mouthpiece, you can say 'Dead Baa Orange' to each of the three people who didn't participate. Then, you can say it to another person in the recording system. But, in the recording system, your 'Dead Baa Orange' only appeared once. There is no repetition. How can I tell? Isn't this worse for those of us who participated in the recording system? "
Duck Down didn't answer for a moment. This was indeed not a nice thing to say.
Even though Doctor Chen's plan to keep everyone in a "stalemate" with the pocket dimension had convinced quite a number of people, it was certain that there were still people who wanted to win the game and leave the pocket dimension.
Just as Henna said, if there were three people who didn't participate in the recording system, then one of the people who participated in the recording system would be exposed to the risk. However, from another perspective, the risk of being exposed to the recording system was only 10%, but it gave them a way to win the game and leave the pocket dimension.
"If someone does not want to cooperate with the instance dungeon, they will think that they have a way out …" Duck Down's voice was tinged with embarrassment. "That way, they would not have to attack the recording system itself and put everyone in danger … that is equivalent to releasing the risk."
In other words, in a situation where they couldn't guarantee that everyone would work together, the current situation was to sacrifice a few people to ensure the safety of the majority.
When Lin Sanjiu approached the restaurant, she turned around and realized that the two people had already disappeared. She had no idea where they went.
Initially, she thought that everyone would think of the restaurant first because there were pen and paper used by the waiters to take notes. However, she realized that she was the only person in front of the restaurant.
After all, ordinary people in the Twelve Worlds Centrum probably didn't have the chance to visit a real restaurant.
Lin Sanjiu found a ballpoint pen and a small notebook clipped to a board at the cashier's counter. She sat alone in the empty restaurant and thought for a while.
She still hadn't forgotten who sent her to this factory. Now, she couldn't figure it out. What benefit did the old lady and the Palace of Shadows gain by sending ordinary people into the pocket dimension one after another?
She looked around the dining room. Did the Palace of Shadows spend so much effort to turn Fanjia City upside down just for this?
Ever since she was sent to the factory, she hadn't had the chance to contact Cyrus. Now that no one was around, she patiently called his communicator a few dozen times. Finally, she summoned the communicator that Cyrus had given her. When she tried it, she found that it was as silent as a rock in the pocket dimension.
Lin Sanjiu sighed. She tried the communicator a few dozen more times. Before she walked out of the restaurant, she hesitated for a while and summoned the [Power of Description]. This time, she tried it for three minutes without stopping.
Doctor Chen's plan was exactly what she wanted. When the mastermind behind the factory was forced out, it would be the perfect opportunity for her to remove her [Facial Hair] and attack the factory. In other words, she had to do her best to ensure the smooth operation of this plan, even if Doctor Chen had any ulterior motives.
Although she had not figured out what the [Power of Description] could do for her,
However, as soon as she held the Special Item in her hand, she immediately felt a little more confident.
When Lin Sanjiu returned to the beach, she realized that most of the people had returned as well. Everyone had a different kind of pen and paper in their hands. Some of them had an A4-sized piece of paper, while some of them could only write on the blank space of the "Motorboat Rental Registration Form". Some of them used ballpoint pens, while others used eyeliner pens that they found in their women's bags.
Ten Thousand Volts did not even use pen and paper: he had found a tape recorder on the beach and, recognizing it, had carried it back and recorded everything he needed to.
When everyone had almost finished recording the information, the thirty minutes were almost up.
"The master of the beach scenario didn't do anything," Wen Ya, who had thin eyebrows and thin eyes, looked at everyone and said, "It seems like the system is working. The master of the scenario can't do anything …"
When he said that, everyone was still standing on the beach. When he finished his sentence, the sunlight had completely disappeared.
It wasn't just the sunlight that had disappeared. All the light from the sky had been erased from the pocket dimension. After the thirteen of them stood in the pitch-black darkness for a few minutes, they finally confirmed in their panic that there was only darkness in the third scenario.
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