If you become a monster, you will succeed

Feng Xue actually didn't pay attention to those test papers piled up in bundles in the photocopying room, or he had seen these things once during the day.

What really concerned him was how these test papers were produced.

After all, in his golden finger's field of view, apart from the test papers, there is not even a single element in this room, whether it is a computer, a desk or a photocopier, let alone an illusion.

"It's really surprising that items that don't involve elements at all can produce phantoms in batches."

Feng Xue narrowed her eyes, chose a table with a photocopier and a computer at the same time, took some photocopier paper, and then took out Santa's wrapping cloth from her pocket, and covered him and the table.

Standing inside the package, Feng Xue carefully compacted the corners to make sure that no light would leak out, and then fumbled to turn on the computer.

The interior of the computer in 2001 was very simple, or it can be said to be streamlined. After all, there was no 360, and there were no various rogue software bound and installed (in fact, the computer at that time could not accommodate so many things), although the screen resolution and the use of the mouse It sounds a little uncomfortable, but the experience is actually quite smooth.

Of course, there are no fancy browsers and all kinds of games.

"Uh, there is Diablo 2? According to the timeline of this dungeon, it should have only been out for a year?"

Feng Xue, who was casually checking the computer, saw a familiar icon, his eyes lit up immediately, but relying on perseverance, he suppressed the urge to brush for a few hours, quickly opened the printer option, called up the test paper library and started printing the test papers.

Then, within reason, something unexpected happened.

A piece of plain white paper was entered, and a piece of phantom test paper was born!

"Damn it!"

Feng Xue stared dumbfounded at the papers that were spit out one by one, and she was completely dumbfounded, because there was no element involved in the whole process.

If you insist on a metaphor, it's probably as outrageous as discovering that as long as you disassemble the props in a computer game, the computer host will spit out physical gold.

Stopping the printing behavior, Feng Xue immediately began to eliminate interference items. Fortunately, he has a lot of powers in his hands. First, use the two powers of [Ingenious Craftsmanship] and [Qiaoqiao Linglong] to analyze the relevant structures of printers and computers, and draw design drawings. Then use the power of [Find out by picture] to make a one-to-one replica with the coffin board.

When he connected this extremely outrageous wooden printer to the computer and started working, the white paper was transformed into a phantom scroll again.

Next, Feng Xue used the same method to make a computer, a desk, and even later tried not to use the school's power supply, but to connect her own phantom switch externally, but the result was the same, as long as the paper was printed , even if you set the question yourself, it will definitely become an illusion.

"Yao, what is the principle of this?"

Feng Xue spent most of the night in the photocopying room. Seeing that it was almost five o'clock, he finally stopped his futile operations and used the wooden table, wooden computer, and wooden printer he rubbed with his hands as test objects. The various test papers produced were packed together, and they quickly left the teaching building, which was changing from the painting style of the underworld to the normal painting style.

...

Back in the dormitory, the more Feng Xue thought about it, the more something was wrong. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was outrageous. She simply took out the printer and computer again, connected the switch and started printing, but this time, what came out was an extremely ordinary test paper.

"It doesn't make sense! Is it because it's dawn?"

Feng Xue looked out the window, looked at the white belly in the distance, but shook her head again, and turned her gaze to the direction of the teaching building——

Perhaps the key to the problem is not time, but location.

"The slogans in the class will become illusions, and the test papers printed in the photocopying room will also become illusions. Maybe I have preconceived them. The generation of these illusions may not be a theory of Infinite City."

Feng Xue repacked the printer and computer, and sat on the bed in a daze. There was some inspiration in his mind, but he couldn't catch it for a long time.

"I was stimulated by the phantoms that filled the room tonight. I spent all my time in the photocopying room. I didn't explore other places. Now there are not enough samples, and there is not enough to continue the analysis."

Feng Xue secretly introspected, but on second thought, if he hadn't built a complete set of printing equipment in the photocopying room, he might not have been able to discover this peculiar mechanism.

Seeing that the underworld skin adorned with dense white bones had faded away from the teaching building, Feng Xue started to think about what to do today.

Apart from the mystery of the birth of phantoms, he discovered another problem——

Where will those phantom scrolls end up?

This question seems meaningless, but when you think about it carefully, it will make people frown, because the basic characteristics of phantoms are the characteristics that are difficult to destroy in the non-special attack state.

Not to mention damage, even dirt and damage will be automatically repaired.

So here comes the question, given that this school produces at least a few thousand test papers every week, so many phantoms, how to deal with them in the end?

Although the fact that real things can produce phantoms is a bit outrageous, it is not incomprehensible. After all, even in the garbage dump in Infinite City, a few natural phantoms from other worlds can occasionally fall down.

But if ordinary objects can destroy phantom objects, then it is not a matter of understanding or incomprehension, and it will directly destroy the basic operating principle of the ghost talk system!

Guaidan is a collection of cognitions, and phantoms are the crystallization of fantasy. It is impossible to destroy fantasy with ordinary items in reality. If you can, then it is definitely not an ordinary item!

Feng Xue felt that he had vaguely grasped the core of the problem, and at the same time, the direction of his next investigation also surfaced——

Follow up on the whereabouts of test papers in this school.

"It's fine if there is a phantom in this school that can destroy phantoms, but..."

Thinking of this, Feng Xue couldn't help shaking his head, because with his mere few years of ghost talk career, he couldn't imagine what kind of situation would cause the destruction of phantom objects without special attacks.

"And in the final analysis, the existence of phantoms in test papers is very strange. Although it is not considered a one-off thing, such a tasteless thing that is produced in such a large batch can't be just to trick people who add up to less than 20 people. Player?"

Feng Xue almost scratched her hair into a bird's nest, but she couldn't figure out why. Even a guy with a creation-like golden finger like him would not create hundreds of copies of the same phantom.

Leaving aside the issue of consumption, it's unnecessary, okay?

"According to the speed of grading papers, the scores will be out on Wednesday. If this school is completely modeled on real colleges and universities, then the papers will be sent down for explanation, and then we can track the whereabouts of the papers."

Feng Xue made up her mind, and then she took out her pocket watch and glanced at it. At this time, it was already six o'clock.

He tidied up his appearance a little, then left the dormitory——

Today is Monday, but also to participate in the flag-raising ceremony!

I checked the computer from the beginning to the end, and found no problems. Finally, I forced the 360 ​​to shut down, and it stopped freezing, which is outrageous.