Chapter 90 The number of people who want money printing machines has increased
Chapter 90 More people want money printing machines
Not long after leaving the addict's tent, Feng Xue realized that it was absolutely impossible to go on like this. There were so many branch roads in the city's sewers that it was like a maze. Of course, Feng Xue was not worried about finding the exit, but he was
I was worried that after I pushed the manhole cover open, I would find myself in the backyard of Jeston's house.
Just as a light of fire appeared faintly in his field of vision, he looked for the light and soon saw a tent that looked a little shabby.
There was a dirty black man sitting in front of the tent. He was wearing badly worn but not so dirty clothes. When he saw Feng Xue coming, he even waved hello.
It was not the first time that Feng Xue had encountered this situation along the way. She finally gritted her teeth and forced herself to forget the fact that she was wearing an evening dress. She walked forward and spat out Colombian as fluently as possible.
Victorian accent:
"Hey buddy, where's the exit around here?"
When the black man heard Feng Xue's question, he didn't think there was anything strange about Feng Xue's evening dress appearing in the sewer. He just grinned, showing his white teeth, and pointed in one direction as if he was used to it:
"Go forward, turn left at the first intersection and you will see it."
"Thank you." Although it felt a bit weird, Feng Xue still thanked him and ran along the path he pointed out. After a few steps, ladders made of steel bars appeared on the wall - in the dark environment of the sewer.
If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.
"Thank you for asking for directions." Feng Xue shook his head, looking at the ladder that looked rusty red but seemed to have a layer of patina. He lowered his head and looked at his hands. Fortunately, the Phantom of the Opera's coat
It came with a pair of white gloves, which quickly helped him overcome his psychological burden.
The height of the ladder is not exaggerated. After passing the sewer dome, he climbed another ten meters and reached the manhole cover. Feng Xue listened carefully and could faintly hear the sound of vehicle engines and the noise of the street. After thinking for a moment,
He freed up his left hand and tugged on the shadow-like cloak behind him, and then pushed the manhole cover forcefully open.
call!
A refreshing wind with the smell of gasoline blew past Feng Xue's face, but here was a narrow alleyway located at the corner of the street, sandwiched between two buildings.
Turning his head and looking around, he could even see a wet "balloon" in the corner and the imprints of hands and feet that could make up many things based on their position.
He quickly drilled out of the wellhead, followed the basic moral principle of closing the door easily, and restored the manhole cover to its original position, then clapped his hands and waited until the stains on the soles of his shoes gradually faded, before walking out of the alleyway.
Then, Feng Xue finally realized the difference between "integrating into the environment" and "lowering existence".
If reducing the sense of presence directly makes it difficult to be noticed, which can be regarded as a different kind of invisibility, then blending into the environment makes you "it is natural for you to be here."
Just like in the forest, you don't care about the birds on the branches. In the desert, you don't pay attention to the yellow sand under your feet. In the sea, you don't count every drop of sea water. Feng Xue seems to be the one who should exist in this environment.
Things are normal, no matter where you are, there will be nothing out of the ordinary.
If he had changed into the previous assassin suit, no one would have noticed his presence at this time, but now, wearing a gorgeous and eye-catching classical dress, he is no matter whether he is walking in a dirty sewer or a modern saint.
On the streets of Luotan City, I did not receive any strange sights. Instead, I could see one or two passers-by from time to time, and they would habitually raise their hands to say hello. Of course, there should also be [Money Printing Machine] labels provided.
The influence of the treasure] element is just that.
"In general, it has its own merits in reducing the sense of presence." Feng Xue slightly adjusted the neckline to make the silk scarf less obstructive. Although in terms of concealment, this blending into the environment seems much worse, but for itself
As for Feng Xue, who has mastered the ability of "breath blocking", the overlapping ability is not as big as the improvement of blind filling.
However, compared to the increase brought by the new equipment, Feng Xue is more concerned about another thing——
[Money Printing Machine] The growth of labels that has stabilized seems to be improving again!
Although there is still a long way to go to make up for his daily consumption, the feeling of having fresh [knowledge] flowing in every moment cannot be faked.
"Is it because I escaped from prison, so people who were originally unable to snatch people from Jeston, but who knew about my existence, started to have ideas?"
The corners of Feng Xue's mouth rose slightly. He was not surprised but happy about this situation. He wished that there were more people who wanted to benefit from him. If there were 1,800 people, he would not have to think about returning to Infinite City at all.
Just find a way to sneak to Yan Country.
It's a pity that there are not so many such people.
Based on the current level of knowledge, it would take him about ten days to gather the [knowledge] needed to survive in reality for a day. It doesn’t sound like much, but it is an income of 10,000 towers a day!
However, as soon as he thought that the high-end resources of Infinite City were basically monopolized by residential areas, and even if he had money, there was nowhere to spend it, Feng Xue's excitement about this income became much less.
"With all my calculations, I can survive for a little more than five days at most in reality."
Feng Xue felt the speed at which his [knowledge] passed, and unconsciously quickened his pace. In five days, he would either find a way to return to that door and re-enter the Infinite City to accumulate strength, or, in this short period of time, he
, create more big news and let more people remember themselves.
At this moment, Feng Xue suddenly felt that she understood a little bit about those who were violent towards people in the real world. After all, the birth of the label required too high cognitive intensity - Chen Xiyao had only had moments of emotional outbursts for so long.
He was given a [Chef] label, and now he was sure that the number of people looking for him would definitely be no less than three figures, but no one among them had even given him a new label.
It can be seen that the birth of labels is relatively independent for each cognizer. If there is a progress bar for the aggregation of labels, as long as no one reaches 100%, then even hundreds of millions of people will reach 99%.
, the label will still not be provided.
And when will a person have a strong enough cognition?
At least it has to be when the emotions are the most intense, right?
When do people feel the most intense?
On the brink of death, in despair and pain, in extreme sadness... Of course, being very happy should also work, but the problem is that compared to making people happy and excited enough to gather labels, creating pain is obviously more time-consuming and labor-saving.
As long as you crazily torture a person in the real world, you will most likely get a label such as [violator] or [enemy]. If you put him back into the modern era, more people of the same kind will have the same cognitive enhancement to this label. How is this?
Making money?
But on the other hand, even if the favorability of people in this world is increased until death, she still has an unforgettable love for herself, and even generated the label "Beloved", so the only one who can provide recognition for this label is this beloved.
one person.
After all, it is easy for people to regard the enemies of relatives and friends as enemies, even if the two parties have never met, but conversely, it is difficult to regard a person who has never met as a friend, even if he and his relatives and friends will remain loyal until death.
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"It's hard to be a good person, especially for Wu." Recognizing the contagion mechanism of [label], Feng Xue couldn't help but sigh, and then began to look around, looking for the general words that every urban protagonist is indispensable for.
Cash machine...
ps1: Regarding the difference between early burnout and late burnout.
Let's put it this way, you are surrounded by dozens of armed men. Even if you have an RPG or even a Gatling gun in your hand, do you dare to use it? Even if you are wiped out, the remaining people are enough to kill you.
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And they didn’t know that they would be imprisoned next. They only knew that they were knocked down by rubber bullets. And because they were from Infinite City, they knew a little about firearms. They understood that if the opponent could use rubber bullets, they must have real bullets. This kind of
Under such circumstances, knowing that the other party wants to capture it, as veterans (those who can survive in Infinite City are veterans), will they die directly, or wait and see?
In fact, as a matter of fact, escaping from a prison is easier than escaping from dozens of armed men. After all, you take the initiative in escaping, while you are the passive one in the latter.
ps2: Regarding what kind of situation can be judged as a prison, can it be a prison if you think it is a prison... Of course this is not possible. The basis of illusions is elements, so to trigger illusions, it is naturally based on elements.
In other words, Shawshank's spoon can only be triggered if you are within a range that has the element of [prison] (whether real or fake or phantom).