The girl shook her head desperately, "I don't know, I don't know anything, I, sob..."
The other eight people traveling with her all knew each other and had good relationships. The thought of others being silently swapped and dying in some corner, just like Ninth Brother, made her both scared and sad, and she could only cry.
Nan Bei had no choice but to explain, "Did you also go to the basement? Did you see the mirror in room 004?"
"How did you know?"
"Because we went there too." Nan Bei maneuvered his cards forward, saying, "Let's go together, we can share information."
The three of them didn't know what to do now. It was better to follow them than to rush around like headless flies.
The move Zhu Huan had just made was enough to awe them.
"Okay."
Zhu Huan led the way, while Jian Yan clung to her arm tightly, occasionally nuzzling against it, finding Zhu Huan's aura very comforting.
Zhu Huan pretended not to notice, maintaining a cool demeanor.
Behind them, Nan Bei was explaining the matter of doppelgangers to the others.
Qin Lu, listening and crying, finally stopped but was still sobbing, "I, I remember, the person earlier asked us if we had seen the mirror, she, she..."
Nan Bei glanced at the people in front, "She suspected it long ago, but we hadn't encountered this situation then, and she wasn't sure. Plus, your team members had a bad attitude, so she didn't say anything."
"Why didn't she say anything? She had the chance to save others."
Hearing this, Shen Yu immediately became displeased, "Then she had opportunities to save many people, could she save everyone? Was she capable of handling it? And would they have believed her at the time? It's good enough that she could save you, what kind of attitude is that?"
The person who had just spoken suddenly felt a flush of embarrassment and shut up.
Another, more composed man asked, "Then what did you mean just now? She couldn't be killed, why?"
He actually wanted to ask about points directly.
But that not only concerned how much property they could obtain but also their lives, so no one would ask each other.
The rule was that everyone could leave the game world with two points. It wasn't impossible to have more than two points.
Having been a lingerer, Nan Bei understood the rules better than them. "The more points you have in hand, the higher the probability of death. Therefore, two points are the safest. Killing a person or a doppelganger here grants one point."
This game was set up by capitalists, with the aim of eliminating the poor who competed for resources with them. Of course, they wouldn't give them money, but the profit was too low and the risk too high, so it couldn't attract people.
Thus, they calculated this point, then gave infinite restrictions. Those who broke through the restrictions were dealt with by all means. It didn't matter if they ultimately survived; after all, there was the real world.
Many years ago in the real world, there was a demolition wave.
The poor who owned land use rights gained a lot of money due to the demolition wave. Casinos in those big cities would find people to entice them into gambling.
The money those people had wouldn't last long, and they would become destitute again, returning to the countryside to farm diligently.
This tactic, now used against those who became rich overnight in the game, was equally effective.
Moreover, after those people experienced the benefits of wealth, they would venture into the game again, seeking more money, going to higher-level games, and eventually dying there.
He explained it clearly enough that the three of them quickly understood. Qin Lu asked, "Then, if everyone can distinguish doppelgangers and kill them all, can everyone leave successfully?"
In the game, everyone had a doppelganger, and the total number of individuals was double the original population. Under no errors, everyone could survive.
Nan Bei smiled and said, "Theoretically, yes."
But they couldn't even perform the most basic identification, let alone kill those who had perfectly replicated their abilities and actions.
Including Nan Bei.
He felt that without Zhu Huan, this group of them wouldn't even know how they died.
Qin Lu lowered her head, "Yes, they are already dead."
The person holding Zhu Huan's arm whispered enticingly, "Killing more people earns money. One person is one million, it sounds so worth it."
"Are you short on money?"
"Ah?" Jian Yan saw that she had been ignoring him and was somewhat doubting if he had heard her answer correctly when she finally replied.
"Are you very short on money?"
"Yes!" His voice carried an indescribable softness. Even when he was speaking normally, it always made Zhu Huan feel like he was seducing her.
If you're going to talk, why rub against her arm?
She unceremoniously reached out and ruffled his hair, "Then I'll kill them all, and give you all the money I earn, okay?"
This coaxing tone made Jian Yan's body stiffen.
It felt a bit familiar.
But who dared to speak to him like that?
Did they not want to live?
He asked somewhat awkwardly, "Really? Why are you so good to me?"
Zhu Huan's tone remained as usual, "I like you, can't you tell?"