Chapter 712 The Moment of Eating (Twenty-Six)

Haha...hehe...

Fu Qian's answer successfully stunned Patch for a moment, but then he let out a series of obscene laughter.

"You want to say that I asked you to destroy my work, kill my horse's legs, and then sit here chatting with me?"

"Horse Legs refers to Gao Ya and the others? I have to say that this title is quite interesting."

Fu Qian sighed in admiration, remembering the name of the item he wanted to collect this time, and pointed around.

"As for your question, you have such a classic welcome ceremony. Wouldn't it be too disrespectful for me not to come?"

"interesting!"

Patch finally looked a little surprised.

"I have to say, you, the scavenger, are a little different."

Is this an admission?

After hearing what the scavenger said, Fu Qian could basically confirm that his guess was correct.

Is this really a ceremony?

The test on Ming Ju is just an external performance. In essence, it is to pose and invite you to enter the urn, and finally harvest the san value.

"What's different? I didn't expect him to be a demigod?"

Fu Qian asked while thinking.

"I didn't expect him to be such a powerful demigod."

Patch's tone sounded a bit funny.

"Oh? Then what other demigods have you seen who are not powerful?"

Fu Qian didn't mind this at all, and even asked questions with a spirit of curiosity.

"I'll give you a suggestion. If you want to make this conversation more meaningful, the only way is to show your sincerity instead of playing tricks."

"Trust me, that won't do you any good."

While Patch smiled sinisterly, he actually squatted down on the seat, with his hands hanging on both sides of his knees. At first glance, he looked like a village old man.

"Let me think."

His warning made Fu Qian thoughtful for a moment.

"You want to tell me that coercion is useless? Can I know something? The credibility of the answer depends entirely on your mood? It seems that you are very confident that I can't cause you any real harm."

"How come there's no harm?"

Patch's laughter grew louder and he pointed at the ceiling above his head.

Under the devastation just now, a big hole filled with violent aesthetics was left there.

"It's quite sad for such a good toy to be destroyed in your hands."

"So the current situation is that you have hurt me. In this case, if you want me to answer questions, don't you need to be more sincere?"

"It makes sense."

Fu Qian nodded seriously.

"How can I be sincere about the question, or can I create another horse for you?"

"No, Mingju is just a symbolic gathering. You have swallowed it for so long, and the horse's braying is still going on, right?"

Patch pointed to his head.

"Besides, you don't need to worry too much. It will be soon. I will leave by myself when the time is up. I won't delay your work."

"Essentially, there are no irreconcilable conflicts between us."

"you sure?"

Fu Qian looked shocked.

"How do I calculate my previous losses?"

"Then I can only apologize. And before this game is over, I don't know how much loss you have ahead of you."

Patch's laugh was treacherous, but it sounded inexplicably sincere.

"Actually, this is the interesting thing about toys. Before you open the dice cup, you never know what number is underneath. The unknown is the source of all the fun."

"Many times, I will look at each number and think about what kind of interactions I may have had with the scavengers."

"Believe me, that's much better than the made-up story."

interesting!

In other words, at this moment, Patch doesn't know how many times he has failed in his attempt to contain him?

You don’t even know how much san value you harvested?

Although Patch spoke vaguely, Fu Qian heard something interesting from it.

It sounds like only when the mission is completely completed can he take stock of the harvest at once.

In fact, this is closer to Fu Qian’s guess.

The Pachi in front of him, even if he is not at the level of a god, is probably about the same.

And it is almost certain that he knows something about the warehouse, its characteristics, and the rules of warehouse operations.

Only in this way can we set up a trap and take advantage of it.

But even so, the core of the game is actually provided by the warehouse - the ability to reset indefinitely until containment is successful.

As for the warehouse's ability and authority in this regard, Fu Qian has previously confirmed that even some real gods are not immune.

Patch is probably not special in this regard either.

Therefore, every time the warehouse attempts to contain it, Patch will most likely be reset simultaneously.

When he faces himself or his predecessors, he will not retain the memory and cognition from the last time.

Until the poor seniors' sanity value reaches zero and is completely eaten up, or the sanity value does not return to zero but the employees run away with buckets, and the warehouse is forced to accept a failure as a reality, then he can get his loot at once. While retaining the last experience.

Of course, this is the same even if the warehouse is successful.

If Patch didn't lie, he just threw a toy and ran away. At the same time, the memory of the entire failure process would be retained, and the sanity gained would only be a little less.

The only unlucky ones are the horses' legs.

They will be pinned to death in the persona they set for themselves in a perfect posture of self-deception.

"I have to say, it is indeed an interesting game!"

Fu Qian has always been pragmatic and did not hesitate to praise the game's exquisite structure.

"Hehehe... I've seen it a long time ago, you are different."

Patch's tone even sounded like he was meeting a close friend.

"Things like justice and morality are meaningless to you. In essence, you and I are more like the same person."

"Excellent, so the manufacturing process of this toy should be given to the horses and legs by you?"

Fu Qian is open-minded and eager to learn.

"With the opportunity of forty-eight hours a year, if you play a perfect test, you may have a special murderous intention from the sky. If you succeed, you will get a huge amount of feedback, but if you fail, you will die?"

"I have to say, this reminds me of some kind of concept of overcoming a tribulation."

"Overcoming the tribulation, this is quite interesting, hehe..."

Patch continued with a wicked smile.

"Of these four horse legs, Gao Ya should be the first one—"

Fu Qian's next question was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

It wasn't Patch, it was similar to the chirping of crickets, and it sounded completely made by a mechanical structure.

The next moment, Fu Qian reached out and took off a golden watch from his chest.

That's what he hung on it just now.

At this moment, the chirping of crickets came from inside.

It was the watch's alarm that went off.

Seven fifty.

Fu Qian looked at the time on it and said nothing for a while.

He set the alarm clock himself, he was very sure of it.

The question is, why would I set such an alarm?

Finally returned, this article will end tomorrow, I will try to update as early as possible.