"What you said makes perfect sense..." Director Baima nodded.
If after this game is over, all players will lose their memory of the game, then why are the people who made the game making such a fuss?
Since you will forget everything about the game, what's the point of playing games with these players?
Since it is a screening, there must be people who pass and people who fail.
Those who pass keep their memories, and those who fail have their memories erased.
Those who pass can also take advantage of this to hide among players who have lost their memory.
"But... Xiuzhi, you actually failed?" Director Baima was a little unbelievable.
Tsushima Shuji fell silent.
"Do you think the people behind the game will let us pass?" The black-haired boy said in an equally unbelievable tone.
They sneaked in and wanted to take down the game, no normal person would let them pass, right?
Because I don’t want them to discover the truth of the game, especially... they are all detectives.
He is a famous detective who can follow the clues to find out all the truth, not a pseudo-detective who only has a reputation.
The best way is of course to erase their memories.
Or kill them directly.
"Ahem, that's true." Director Baima cleared his throat and said awkwardly.
If the purpose of making the game is to screen certain people, if it is to screen future companions, they will never let a few of them pass.
"In this case, we won't disturb you. You have a good rest. I will say hello to Memu. Please don't bother you in the nearest situation." Director Baima said.
He left Tsushima House with Hattori Heizo.
Shuji Tsushima collapsed on the bed, like a cat that turned into liquid.
"How many people will be caught by the police?" he murmured to himself.
One figure after another flashed through Tsushima Shuji's mind.
"You have to work hard and don't get caught." He laughed softly.
…
"Secretly monitor the survivors who wake up, and test them one by one to see if anyone is hiding any clues." After Director Hakuba left, he immediately called Shio Morohoshi and gave instructions.
"I understand." Morohoshi Toshio said.
Then the orders began to be conveyed layer by layer.
The police started taking action.
"Senior Beichuan, do you think this is okay?" the nurse asked the man on the bed while fiddling with the sling bottle.
"Well, you did a great job." The blond man wore gold-rimmed glasses and smiled politely.
"I didn't expect that Senior Beichuan could also play games, and encountered such a game..." The nurse looked scared.
Osamu Kitagawa is her senior, a senior.
He was a famous genius when he was in school. He was so famous that 80% of the people in the school knew about him, and even heard his name even if they had never met him.
It is precisely because he is very famous that the nurse can recognize him.
After Kitagawa Murakami graduated, many top hospitals offered him olive branches.
Unfortunately, he disappeared without a trace after graduation. No one knows which hospital he accepted.
Unexpectedly, when we met this time, the other person turned out to be one of the victims of the forbidden life game.
"I was just curious and wanted to try the game. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing." The blond man looked gentle and elegant.
"The game invitation suddenly appeared on my computer interface. I was curious about who made it, so I agreed."
"I didn't expect it to end like this, lying in the hospital for a month..." Kitagawa Murakami tried to make a fist.
"I feel like my body no longer obeys my orders." He sighed.
"I heard that all the players who woke up have lost their memories of the game. It sounds like they have been artificially erased. It's so scary." The nurse had a look of fear on her face.
"Is this really true? Senior Kitagawa, can you tell me how you feel?" But then the nurse showed a curious expression.
"How I feel..." The blond man stretched out his fingers to hold up his glasses.
"It's really about everything in the game. I don't remember anything. In my memory, I just received the courier with the login device, and then put on the login device. Then it was as if I fell asleep and opened my eyes again.
, I have been lying in the hospital for a month." He spoke softly about his feelings.
"This experience is actually quite interesting. I can write a paper based on this experience..." He said in a tone of academic master.
The figure outside the door gradually left.
An x was drawn after Osamu Kitagawa's name on the register.
In the ward, the blond man smiled calmly, his eyes darkened when he lowered his head.
In another ward.
"It's really a rare experience. It's a pity that I don't remember anything, otherwise I could tell others how I survived in this game." A man wearing a uniform hospital uniform was lying on the bed, his face full of confusion.
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"You guys think that if I told others that I survived the game by relying on my wisdom, would anyone believe it?" He quickly showed an excited expression.
"Will it add a special halo to me? During the social gathering, more women will be attracted to me, right?" he said in an excited tone.
The blond boy raised his eyes and glanced at the man who spoke. He looked ordinary. Even after lying down for a month, his figure was still a little round and bloated, and he didn't look like he had any merit.
The young man lowered his eyes, contempt and ridicule flashing in his eyes.
Unless this guy dies and is reincarnated, this kind of thing will never happen in this life.
"Being trapped in a game and losing memory is a light plot no matter how you look at it! Survivors like us are the protagonists no matter how you look at it!" The ordinary man continued to speak confidently.
"Don't you think you should be more in line with the script of reincarnation in another world? You are nearly thirty, have accomplished nothing, and are an ordinary-looking dead man..." Another person on the hospital bed also spoke, his tone full of joking.
"Maybe after reincarnation, you might become a good-looking lolita or a young lady, are you right?" The man with the evil face mocked.
Ordinary dead nerds have anger and frustration in their eyes, but when they see the other person's face, they choose to be patient.
At first glance, the other person is not a good person, has a bad temper, and is definitely not easy to mess with.
Maybe he will actually hit someone.
So he lay on the hospital bed, covered his head with a quilt, and stopped talking.
The ward suddenly became much quieter, only some patients with beds close to each other were whispering.
Others were secretly observing the people around them.
The blond boy was also observing the other people in the ward calmly, and even raised his ears to try to eavesdrop on the whispers of others.
He has only one idea.
In this ward...
Has anyone received the same invitation letter as him?