Chapter 313 The Purpose of the Performance

Zheng Xun knew exactly what was wrong, but he couldn't tell Xu Guanming.

Now it seems that Xu Guan didn't discover the "fake Zheng Xun" thing, he was questioning the authenticity of the entire copy.

Zheng Xun silently ate chicken wings, thinking about how to tell Xu Guan.

"If you feel it's hard to say, don't force yourself to tell me, and don't lie."

Just when he was struggling, Xu Guan spoke first.

"I haven't started to lie yet, how do you know I want to lie to you."

"You're rolling your eyes, you don't have good intentions."

"..."

"Just tell me the conclusion."

Xu Guan took a sip of soda, this guy can drink soda and taste the temperament of tea.

"You are right, after entering the copy, what we experienced and what you saw can't be said to be exactly the same, we can only say that there are indeed a few inconsistencies."

"Well, it's true."

"But what's the point of Baita doing this? Although there are differences, they are almost the same overall. Isn't this a waste of effort?"

Zheng Xun was a little full, and the speed of eating slowed down.

"If it doesn't want the audience to find something, it can just cut off the live signal."

"I was also confused about this matter at first," Xu Guan wiped his hands and threw away the clutter on the table to make it easier for someone to eat the second round, "It took me a long time to figure it out."

"What did you think of?"

"If the White Tower intends to cover up something that is inconvenient to show, just make the live broadcast room black throughout the whole process, as you said.

But it went to great lengths and even created an identical team to replace you, because it wants to make money."

"...Ah?"

Zheng Xun almost dropped the chicken wing in his mouth.

"You didn't manage the guild well, so you don't know how much profit margin there will be when the S-level or higher dungeons are combined with star players. Moreover, even if the dungeon is over, there is still room for making money.

A four-moth dungeon is enough for the relevant stakeholders to make a lot of money."

Xu Guan gave Zheng Xun a seemingly irrelevant but unexpectedly convincing reason.

"I seem to be convinced, but I feel that it's absurd..."

"Eat chicken wings. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it." Xu Guan pushed his untouched box in front of Zheng Xun and carefully tore off the lid of the paper box.

"Oh."

Zheng Xun ate another chicken wing.

As he gnawed, he seemed to be confused again.

"I still feel it's wrong. Shouldn't the White Tower be an enemy of the players! If it, or the mastermind behind it, is for the purpose of making money, then..."

"That makes more sense."

Xu Guan continued.

"I've always thought that since the White Tower has the ability to make an entire area disappear, it should also be able to make all humans disappear.

But it didn't do that. It allowed humans to get weapon rewards, have the ability to fight against the White Tower boss, develop a live broadcast platform, commercialize everything, and even have a thriving trend. Why is that?

You've also downloaded several copies. Do you have a sense of crisis that the end of the world is coming?"

"...Really not."

"It's not just you. We, the White Tower players, are the people who are most closely connected to the tower. Excluding us, the world outside the tower is still the same. Shopping malls are operating normally, the streets are busy, and convenient services such as takeaway delivery are available. There was no interruption either. "

"But... my first battle was in District 1089. The situation there was quite difficult."

"Well, that's what I want to add. The White Tower seems to be deliberately sending out this signal. If the sense of urgency is not maintained, the entire district will be dragged into the abyss, which will also allow it to always be above everything and always occupy the most focused attention of mankind. "

"In this way... it can always maintain this mode and allow money to flow in continuously? "

"Not only money, but also people. This may be suspected of boasting, but those who can become professional players in the White Tower can be regarded as the elite among humans. "

Xu Guan's words made Zheng Xun think, and he slowly took a bite of fried chicken.

They talked for a long time, and the fried chicken became cold. Zheng Xun didn't want to eat it after taking a bite, so he put it back.

Xu Guan's conclusion sounded quite explosive at first.

But after his explanation, it actually made people feel reasonable.

That's right, the White Tower obviously has a powerful force that can make a district disappear, so why is it still accompanying humans to "play games"?

It doesn't seem to want to kill people, but just want to gain benefits.

"You said..." Zheng Xun proposed a more explosive view, "Is it possible that we are the NPCs in the copy, and there is another real world outside of us?"

"Matryoshka?"

"No, I'm serious!"

"Then they should see that you secretly put the fried chicken back into the box after taking a bite."

"..."

Zheng Xun hugged the box in front of him.

"Okay, this box is all mine."

Xu Guan ignored his childish behavior and continued the topic just now.

"The conjecture you put forward has some truth. But I still think that the sense of control over a real world is far from comparable to the virtual world."

"That's true," Zheng Xun nodded, "and no matter what the world under our feet looks like, for us, what we rely on for survival is reality."

So we can only break through this reality, there is no choice.

After eating, the two of them cleared the table and threw the trash downstairs.

Xu Guan was the one who took out the trash. Zheng Xun stayed alone at his house, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his eyes wandering aimlessly.

It floated and landed on a side cabinet placed in the corner of the living room.

There is a plain white vase with a plum blossom in it and a photo frame next to it.

Zheng Xun stood up and walked over, bending down.

There are three people in the frame. Xu Guan and Luo Mingxuan are standing on both sides. They still look like teenagers and look to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

And among them was a young man of similar age. He is very tall, probably over 1.9 meters tall. He has a bright smile and a naive air that has never been beaten by the world. He is posing for the camera.

The door opened and closed behind him, and Xu Guan came back.

"Looking at photos?"

The owner of the photo asked calmly as he didn't seem to mind people prying into his past.

"I saw it accidentally. Is this your friend?"

Zheng Xun asked the man in the middle.

"Well, he should be Qinglan's first captain."

Xu Guan put the key on top of the shoe cabinet, changed his shoes, and placed them neatly next to the shoe cabinet.

Then he went to wash his hands.

His complement came faintly from the bathroom.

"If he's not dead."

"ah……"

Zheng Xun didn't know how to answer this sentence. Being able to keep the photo for several years, the person in it must be of extraordinary significance to Xu Guan.

"Don't bother trying to comfort me. You're not good at this, I know."

Xu Guan drained the water from his hands and walked out.

He returned to the living room and subconsciously bent over to the coffee table to get a cigarette.

But he stopped midway, picked up the teapot on the coffee table, and poured two cups for himself and Zheng Xun.

Zheng Xun's eyes followed his figure, and somehow he thought of what another Zheng Xun asked him at the end of the book.

"Captain Xu, if you had the ability to close the White Tower, would you close it?"

"I can."

Xu Guan answered without any hesitation.

"Although the White Tower has given me generous rewards, by occupying this position, I will continue to gain considerable benefits...

But if I could shut it down, I would do so without hesitation.

This way, I won't have any more insomnia. "