forever lv.0

第8章 最新更新:2016-09-25 07:54:26 晋江文学城

Kudo Shinichi realizes that something is wrong with his reality.

He thinks that he has excellent self-control ability and can clearly distinguish what is reality and what is a game. He always suddenly comes back to his senses at a certain moment, and in the process of distracting his mind, everything he experienced in the game takes over. all his thoughts.After switching the map, the battle-style BGM interweaves and becomes the main theme of thinking, and the battle scenes that are obviously not amazing in terms of art but still full of shocks also flash back in my mind from time to time.Of course, what he couldn't help but care about the most was the role of "Black Feather".

If the characters in the game are also part of guiding players to explore in depth to obtain a richer game experience... "GeminiWar" obviously can lead a series of new topics only by relying on the character interaction system.It should be said that the entire gameplay of this game is almost all in the interaction between the player and the control character, while the combat part and the plot, which are the core of RPG, are relatively weak, and even seem a bit old-fashioned because of too much emotion.

Who is doing the character design?Why has this system close to real-time interaction not attracted widespread attention so far?There are endless problems.

Kudo could have chosen to browse other players' new sharing on game-related forums, but the rigor and persistence of the detective did not allow him to do so.He doesn't want to be spoiled prematurely, and he doesn't want to have heated discussions with other players like a normal person.Before the game is cleared, the strategy should be an independent process, and you should never cheat until you are desperate.

What's more, he didn't want to see other people's evaluation of the "Black Feather" they controlled.

That "one of a kind" sense of accomplishment quickly fades away.

Finally cleared his mind, when the class bell rang, Kudo tried his best to concentrate his thoughts on the class.For the first 10 minutes, he did it.When the ideological construction is done well, the concentration of the human spirit can even reach several times the usual level.Chewing every word the teacher explained, even the course that was so boring that it could be compared to the soup that forgot to add salt seemed to become interesting.

Sighing in his heart that he had never noticed the reality around him and never lacked color, Kudo spread out his notes and planned to jot down a few strokes seriously.

Immediately, he noticed something was wrong.

His right hand can't hold the pen well.

The weight of a ballpoint pen is almost negligible, but at this moment Kudo felt that his right wrist was under tremendous pressure.The tip of the pen on the paper trembled and could not write smoothly, so he put down the pen without much trial.

Continuous use of the keyboard has such a big impact on the wrist?The ball pen that was put down rolled on the table twice and then stopped. At this time, Kudo no longer made any efforts to "be a good student both in action and in spirit", and began to diverge his thinking.

It wasn't until the end of the half-day class that he realized that he had spent too much energy on seemingly "insignificant" aspects.Generally speaking, the period of freshness that a game can bring to players should have passed by this time, but after these few days of exploration, for Kudo, the purpose of this game is still hidden in the fog, making it hard for him to see clearly .

Is this... completely driven by the rhythm of the game?Shaking his head and pulling the corners of his mouth helplessly, Kudo habitually looked at the surrounding space.Mao Lilan and a group of classmates ran out of the classroom holding their mobile phones, saying that they had discovered a new prey with super high CP.Yawning indifferently, Kudo believed that no matter how addicted he was to the game, he would not be interested in joining them.

Obviously, in terms of the degree of obsession, he was still far behind them... Feeling the powerlessness from his wrist again, Kudo chose to hang his arm down to relax his wrist joint.

Why does the game have a greater impact on me than them?

When faced with external stimuli, people who are accustomed to thinking first rather than exclaiming are more likely to fall into a dead end of thinking.

Meditating "Let's pause for a while tonight to let go of my thoughts", Kudo made up his mind not to touch the computer tonight.According to the usual procedure, he put his schoolbag in the porch after entering the house, and then habitually went to the kitchen to boil some hot water.

The next thing he found himself was sitting in front of the newly started computer with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Looking at the retro icon on the clean computer desktop amusedly, Kudo was about to click the mouse to shut down and changed direction.

If it's just a few words, it probably can't be regarded as playing a game... After finding a way for himself psychologically, Kudo stared at the loading interface of the game with peace of mind.

"...Are you finally here?" Kuroba seemed to have wandered around in the current map for a long time, and responded as soon as Kudo successfully logged in. "How many maps are you going to break through today?"

"Today I..." Kudo stopped typing.It seems that at this time, the soreness in the wrist cannot be felt. "Not going to play the game anymore."

"..." Kuroba didn't speak.

"This way you can also get a rest." Knowing that such words could not be used as an excuse at all, and even suspected of subverting logic, Kudo still typed like this.

"..."

"Sure enough, you're only 3 minutes hot, detective."

3 minutes of heat?

As a detective whose patience and concentration are different from ordinary people, Kudo does not think that his idea of ​​"wanting to get out of the game" is the result of fading curiosity.

"Your world must be much more interesting than here." The statement rather than the rhetorical statement showed that Kuroba was terribly calm at the moment. "Anyway, you are all thinking that the world in the game will not change, even if you leave it there, it will not disappear, so in the end you all gave up, and you have to defend yourself, this is just to return to reality."

"When you have fresh prey, hunt it down. After the freshness wears off, you will turn to find stronger prey... Don't you think so?"

Kudo didn't argue, but just stared at the words on the screen.To some extent, he felt that what Kuroba said was right.If I don't touch the game anymore, it only takes two or three days to completely get out of the influence of the short-term addiction.Conflicts, cases... His reality is by no means lacking in excitement, nor in drama.

Do you want to continue?

He asked himself that in his heart.

"The moment you hesitate, you've already lost, detective." I don't know whether it was for provocation or to attract attention, but Kuroba, who didn't get a response, suddenly gave such a line.

Obviously aggressive method.Kudo knew this well, but readily accepted the fact without much thought.

Detectives don't lose.

After stumbling through the next map again with residual blood, he began to seriously doubt whether this game was a trial given to him by reality after 17 years of life that was too smooth.

"No matter how long you've practiced, you still haven't made any progress, Detective," the HP frame had already turned red, and Kuroba was clearly on the verge of being unable to fight.

"Do you want the game to end that much?"