Chapter 492： Hyundai God Stick 20 ┃ Deciphering Game (1/2)

Xuan Ming came to Zhuang Li's side at the fastest speed, kicked away the corpse that was lying on its back, and hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

He pulled the person into his arms and looked at it carefully, his thick brows were furrowed, his face was always resolute and cold, but at this moment he showed a rare look of fear.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Zhuang Li heard Xuan Ming's rapid heartbeat, so he gently patted his chest.

Xiaodao and Huang Mao worked together to move the corpse aside and place it side by side with the corpses of Ouyang Yu and others.

Seeing the dead face of the boss, they always felt strange.

Huang Mao adjusted the order of the corpses according to the height ratio, placing Xuan Ming first, Snake Girl second, Ouyang Yu third, Hu San fourth, and Doll fifth , then pointed to the decreasing height, and asked suddenly, "Does it look like a cell phone signal?"

Xiaodao: "...What time is it, you are still thinking about this? You are such a genius!"

Huang Mao grinned.

At this moment, a huge "Fuck" came from the corridor, it was Ziwei who was one step too late.

"What happened? Why are there two underworld gods?" He strode over and looked at Xuan Ming who was hugging Zhuang Li, and then at Xuan Ming who was lying on the ground, his eyes were almost out of his sockets. .

Xiaodao and Huangmao shrugged together, then looked at Zhuang Li.

He was the one who committed the murder, and without any hesitation, he definitely knew something.

This time, Zhuang Li didn't sell the game anymore. He looked at the task manager and said, "I found that the points have surpassed, and the other team members will come back immediately. When everyone arrives, I will tell you how to clear the level. "

Are you finally going to say it? Xiaodao, Huangmao, Ziwei, and Dalong all sighed in unison.

Right now, Xuan Ming couldn't think about anything, so he could only hold Zhuang Li tightly in his arms and patted his back lightly. He seemed to be comforting the other party, but he was actually comforting himself more. He needs to use real touch to confirm that the person in his arms is still alive.

Zhuang Li hugged Xuan Ming and patted his broad back gently, comforting him softly: "Don't be afraid, it's alright. I'm fine, I'm safe now."

Xuan Ming wrapped his arms around him tightly, as if to vent the panic in his heart, his clenched teeth could not be loosened.

He was really frightened. Fuck, he must break through this copy!

Sure enough, after a few minutes, everyone who found that the points surpassed them came back one after another.

Zhuang Li looked at them one by one, his eyes sharp as a knife.

Zhao Feng was seen sweating coldly and his scalp tingling. He couldn't help asking in a trembling voice, "Do we have any problems?"

Shouldn't this murderer be thinking about destroying their entire group?

Xu Yingying and others also had this idea, so they all took their weapons in their hands.

When the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, Zhuang Li calmed down and said, "Everything I say next, you must listen carefully. This is about whether you can walk out of this copy alive or not."

Zhao Feng also relaxed, and bowed his head respectfully and agreed: "Okay, please say it!" He unknowingly used honorifics.

The weakest weak chicken in the audience has become the boss who controls everything invisibly. This is really unreasonable! However, the people in this situation did not raise any objection at all, or gave birth to the idea of ​​resistance. Although fear of Xuanming was part of the reason, it was more due to Zhuang Li's natural and powerful commanding power.

He can make anyone listen to him.

"These five people on the ground are not the five who first stepped into the dungeon with us. They are fake." Zhuang Li said slowly.

"What?" The crowd exclaimed in unison, their expressions horrified.

There are two Xuan Ming on the scene, this is a living example. Although everyone thought it was absurd, they had to believe Zhuang Li's conclusion.

Zhuang Li deliberately paused for a few seconds before saying, "More precisely, they are not fake, but replicas." He looked down at the five corpses, and said slowly, "Everyone's body is a It is composed of various data, such as height, three court and five eyes, body proportion, hand length, leg length, waist circumference, bust circumference, hip circumference, leg circumference, etc. Wait, these complex data constitute unique people. You should be able to understand these words, right?"

Everyone nodded in unison, but the doubts in their eyes were even stronger.

What does human data have to do with this copy?

Zhuang Li squatted down, looked down at the corpses, and explained further: "Every person's data is unique and not completely symmetrical. Some people have high left eyebrows and low right eyebrows, and some people have a big left face and a small right face. , this asymmetry, no matter how subtle, can evolve into precise data. And my eyes—"

He pointed to his pupils and said slowly: "It just happens to have the ability to calculate all foreign objects into accurate data. Even if your left eyebrow is only one micron lower than your right eyebrow, such a gap will be clearly displayed. In my brain. You are not an individual in my eyes, but a set of data. When this string of data changes, my brain will act like a computer and immediately find the wrong part."