Different Dimension Game

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With the huge "glutton" away, Smith stood beside him and spoke again: "Zhao, I just counted the remaining food and water."

"How to say?"

"We're running out of supplies, and we're not hungry yet, but soon, we'll be facing food shortages."

Wang Hao nodded.

In his briefcase, there are also four Snickers bars.

However, he did not contribute.

After all, there are more monks and less porridge, and this energy bar is not useful for so many people.

He thought for a while, then said slowly: "It's best not to eat the rest of the food and keep it for life. In case it's discovered by weirdness..."

"As long as you have food in your hands, there is still a chance to save your life."

Smith exhaled from his lungs: "I think so too, most people's mobile phones are turned off, saving power, waiting for rescue from headquarters."

The moment of desperation has not yet passed, and after going through everything just now, even C-level investigators feel mentally exhausted...

"Everyone, the outside world will definitely come to save us. Without any food supplements, the human body can support it for a month. Please try not to exercise and reduce energy consumption."

The investigator from the Mystery Bureau doesn't seem to have any extra ideas. He just wants to hide here and wait for outside rescue.

Wang Hao couldn't help shaking his head, somewhat disapprovingly.

The life and death of ordinary people has nothing to do with him, and he does not have the Virgin to want to save everyone in the game.

But the number of civilians surviving may involve the issue of "game completion". He has to be a little careful and save as many as he can.

On the contrary, the staff of this official organization have a serious lack of subjective initiative!

"Waiting for rescue? You've all gone to a parallel world, how can you wait for rescue?"

It is not a problem for a person to persist for a week without food, but it seems a bit difficult to persist for a month. With the low blood sugar and electrolyte imbalance, it will lead to a coma.

Without water, it can only last for two or three days.

Under long-term starvation and dehydration, it is impossible to run or jump at all.

What is the difference between waiting for death and waiting for death?

What's more, he couldn't stay here all the time when he was playing a game, that would be too boring.

Some people want to make some suggestions, "Police officer, is there really a headquarters... Is there Spider-Man, Batman, Iron Man, Captain America? The story of the Marvel Universe, is it real?"

"God, your problem is like a sewer bug!" Smith said with a sullen face and a bad tone, "Now I tell you, they don't exist! Batman doesn't exist! Iron Man doesn't exist, and Superman is fake. …”

Smith wanted to scold someone, but he held back abruptly after listening to the footsteps in the distance.

He himself was suspicious.

The rescue from the headquarters does not exist at all, so he said angrily: "Shut up, you don't want to be discovered by monsters, shut up your stinky mouth!"

"Whether there is rescue or not, we can only hide in this ghost place! Be your sewer rat and stop asking questions, OK?!"

No one speaks now.

After all, it is extremely lucky to be alive, and people who are not smart enough have been eaten by weirdness.

These concrete pipes are about one meter in diameter, and everyone is squatting in the stinky ditch. The stinky water is not too much, only a few centimeters deep, and it is still decreasing.

But for these civilians, the mental torture is far greater than the physical exhaustion.

Having seen such a terrifying scene, everyone was faintly frightened, some people trembled all over, and even developed a high fever.

From now on, they will have nothing to eat but drink from the stinky ditch. There are some smart people who put plastic wrap over the pipes, and the dew that re-condenses after the water evaporates may be a little cleaner.

The water evaporated at this point is consumed in a short enough time so as not to be dehydrated.

"Don't be irritable, Smith, use your brain. Have you found these weird contradictions?"

Wang Hao thought for a while, and asked again: "These 'gluttons', let's call them gluttons, their behavior rules shouldn't be difficult."

Smith was stunned for a moment and said in a low voice: "According to existing observations, they use sight, smell and hearing to find targets. Smell occupies a large proportion, but it cannot rule out the rest of the perception ability."

"When they find their target, they beg for food like beggars, and as long as they repeat a sentence like 'I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry' three times, they will attack and swallow the opponent whole."

Wang Hao nodded and said, "That's right, so we have to go out and find some supplies."

"If the outside world still doesn't come to rescue when the physical strength is exhausted, wouldn't it be over?"

"go out?"

"It's not a good thing to leave fate in the hands of others." Having said that, Wang Hao lowered his voice, "Do you really think that the headquarters has enough capacity to rescue us?"

"Let's not talk about the black-clothed guard, does the mysterious bureau you're in have enough ability? He doesn't! You should know this, right? We can only save ourselves!"

In fact, Wang Hao is not very clear about the real strength of the official human beings in the game settings.

He doesn't even know how many supernatural organizations there are.

However, it is impossible to think that it is too strong. If humans can easily crush the weird, then the setting of the whole game will collapse!

Does the player still need to exist? No need!

Game makers can't be so stupid.

Sure enough, unsurprisingly, Smith hesitated, a look of frustration on his face.

Is the headquarters really capable of rescuing them? He was also suspicious.

What the spirit of "Saving Private Ryan", "the heart of a brave man full of benevolence and fraternity", those who believe in these slogans are either naive or fools!

Decision-making at headquarters has always been ruthless, and human lives are just numbers.

Tram missing eucalyptus is not once or twice, but dozens of times!

Not a single car was rescued!

Smith is well aware of this.

There is a high probability that the headquarters will continue to observe and test carefully to obtain more information.

Seeing his silent expression, Wang Hao guessed most of it in his heart: "So, we have to go out."

"It's not inevitable to encounter this kind of weirdness. What are you afraid of... We just throw away a little food and walk them like a dog, and we can escape."

"In such a big shopping mall, there must be supplies that they haven't found."

"It's okay for these civilians to hide here. Do you have to hide here passively and wait to die?"

Anthony Smith was in a dilemma when he said this, and he bit the bullet: "Zhao, are you really confident?"

Wang Hao said: "If you don't want to go out, I'll be fine by myself. Anyway, these weird rules have been figured out. What are you afraid of?"

As an investigator of the Mystery Bureau, Smith doesn't really care much about the lives of ordinary people.

These civilians can be saved if they can be saved, but they cannot be pulled down. After all, in their beliefs, their own lives are the most important, and there is no such thing as fighting to the death for the people.

But passively waiting for death is really not a wise choice...

However, he is too weak.

There is no powerful strange object in his hand, only a talisman, how can he run out to search for supplies?

When he thought of those terrifying weirdness, he had no bottom in his mind.

Anthony Smith couldn't help but admire the middle-aged man in front of him. He found a safe place, and actually wanted to run out to investigate. This psychological quality is not comparable to ordinary people...

He hesitated in his heart, should he continue to hold this thigh? If the supplies are really found, and this guy doesn't come back, what should they do with this group of people?

Who doesn't want to own supplies? !

Well, Wang Hao, who is playing games happily, his way of thinking is different from that of ordinary people.

What he wants is a higher degree of completion, exploring more plots, and there will be no more plots if he stays here.

"... This guy doesn't want to run out with me. I have to search by myself, and the efficiency of action has dropped a lot."

What puzzled him was the behavioral rules of these "gluttons", which seemed to have their own territorial divisions and would not have too much contact with each other.

This is very strange!

Seems to be available?

Wang Hao suddenly thought of a very strange idea: "I have a big question~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Can these gluttons tell what food is?"

"They will swallow human food, even kitchen waste. But they don't eat the street lights, plants and the like that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. You see there is a pile of **** on the roadside, and no gluttony has eaten it yet. Eat this shit."

He showed what he had photographed. It was a bit thick and golden in color. It was probably pulled by a big dog. There were a lot of flies flying about it.

Smith was stunned for a moment, glanced at the big dung in the photo, and cursed in his heart: "oh, shit!"

"It means that they don't eat everything, but they have a certain ability to distinguish. Why?"

To this question, Smith thought for a moment and replied: "I'm not sure. According to the current theoretical research, weirdness is generally unintelligent. But there may be some instinctive rules for eating."

"These instincts should be superficial animal rules."

Wang Hao asked again: "What they eat now is different from ordinary animal food. The food in the packaging bag does not have any smell."

"They can tell that lollipops and sausages are edible. If they were wild animals, they would not have thought that they were food when they found these things."

"Do they have human minds?"

"Impossible, weirdness can't have human thinking and rationality." Anthony Smith struggled to analyze, "because human beings are low-entropy bodies, while weirdness is idealistic beings. Only low-entropy bodies can give birth to souls and possess thinking."

"Even if it's a monster at the level of the Heretic God, it doesn't have a mind of its own."

His eyes suddenly lit up: "Unless..."