Chapter 401 Probability of being logged in
If Feng Ling had known the content of the Nuchao Team's conversation, she might have chosen a relatively private place and time, or she would not have looked for Lin Pengpeng at all, but would have found a translation software to translate after returning to Qingjiang City.
But Feng Ling is used to being casual, and she is not a perfect character.
When in the maze, her heart strings were tense, and her mind was full of golden eggs. She wanted to kill tomatoes and take eggs. She did not stay in the cramped cabin and repeated the work of picking beans and splitting beans thousands of times.
Now that the golden egg has been found, all the difficulties and dangers in the maze have gone away. She lazily collapsed in the car, handing Huangfu Miaomiao a look very casually, asking Huangfu Miaomiao to play the recording in her watch to Lin Pengpeng-
Life always surprises people.
The sound quality of the watch is poor and full of noise, so Lin Pengpeng had to lift the watch to his ears to hear the conversation clearly.
When I listened to it for the first time, Lin Pengpeng's expression was a little confused.
After listening to the second time, her face became a little ugly and she straightened her back.
Then listen to the third time, the fourth time... the fifth time... the fifth time... the
She pursed her lips, her eyes drooping, as if she was confirming something, and she listened over and over again.
When the recording was played to the eleventh time, Feng Ling couldn't help but look back at Lin Pengpeng, "Hey? If it's too sleepy, forget it."
She thought Lin Pengpeng was sleepy.
Lin Pengpeng suddenly came back to his senses, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ling, his eyes blankly.
Feng Ling frowned slightly, feeling that Lin Pengpeng was a little strange.
Wang Xunmei sat next to Lin Pengpeng and asked with concern: "Is the vocabulary a little difficult to understand? Listening to the recording is definitely different from in-person communication. You can see the other person's mouth shape and expression when you are face to face. Even if you hear unusual words, you can guess it."
Lin Pengpeng's eyes wandered, sweeping through Wang Xunmei, Feng Ling and Huangfu Miaomiao's faces one by one, and then landed on the back of the driver in front.
She finally withdrew her gaze and returned the watch to Huangfu Miaomiao a little stiffly, and whispered, "There are a few words I don't understand, I'll take my phone to check it."
Then she took out her phone and really put on a pose to look up the words.
Huangfu Miaomiao muttered in a low voice: "If you want to check words, it's better to translate it online by myself."
As long as the network signal is stable, you can use the computer to flip the Internet. However, flip is always a bit stiff and it is easy to make mistakes when encountering polysynonyms or slang.
The car was quiet.
Lin Pengpeng held his cell phone to check words, Huangfu Miaomiao flipped through the Internet research machine, and Li Yu, who was sitting in the back row, fell asleep and snored slightly.
Feng Ling closed her eyelids and was ready to close her eyes and rest.
After about ten minutes, she almost forgot to translate. Suddenly she heard Lin Pengpeng behind her say, "May I ask... can you stop when you pass by Hanshui City? I want to get off in Hanshui City."
The driver in front heard it and raised his hand to scratch the car navigation screen and replied, "Okay, I'll call you when it's almost there."
Zhang Lu asked Lin Pengpeng in confusion: "Shouldn't we go to the foundation branch to wait for Lu Boyi to come back first, and then go together?"
"Me, I suddenly remembered that something was happening at home and wanted to go back." Lin Pengpeng whispered, "You see Lu Boyi, explain it for me."
"Okay." Zhang Lu nodded, although he felt strange, he did not continue to ask. Feng Ling guessed in her heart that Lin Pengpeng's abnormality might be related to that recording. At this time, Huangfu Miaomiao handed over the watch and said to her with a little tone: "I translated it out. I have translated it several versions. You can see it. Some parts are really difficult to understand. What does the scarecrow mean?"
Feng Ling took a rough look.
The eyes stayed on the words and sentences such as "Scarecrow", "2 million square meters range", "Resource run", etc. for a few more seconds, and then looked at it again.
She returned the watch to Huangfu Miaomiao quietly, yawned, and continued to close her eyes to rest.
When Huangfu Miaomiao saw this, she stopped talking to avoid disturbing Feng Ling.
The car is quiet.
But it wasn't quiet for too long.
Within after driving for half an hour, Lin Pengpeng suddenly asked the driver to stop, then opened the car door and rushed to the side of the road, and vomited!
The few sleepy people in the car woke up.
When everyone saw Lin Pengpeng vomiting, they thought she was just motion sickness and didn't think much about it.
Wang Xunmei took a bottle of mineral water from the car, got out of the car and handed it to Lin Pengpeng, and hurried back to the car to get tissue for Lin Pengpeng.
Feng Ling saw Lin Pengpeng's figure constantly retching through the car window and sighed quietly.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
I heard that some people will experience physiological vomiting when they are under excessive psychological pressure. I wonder if Lin Pengpeng is considered this type of person. "I'll go down and see her and get some breathing." Feng Ling said, taking the paper bag from Wang Xunmei, opening the car door and getting out of the car.
She came to Lin Pengpeng, patted the other person's back gently, and then pulled out a few pieces of paper and handed it over.
Lin Pengpeng's eyes were red when he vomited, and he was in a very embarrassed state.
Finally stopped vomiting, I took the tissue and wiped it, and found that the person around me was Feng Ling. Lin Pengpeng couldn't help but ask her: "Did you know the scarecrow long ago?"
Feng Ling pulled the corner of her mouth helplessly, "It's not too early, I just found out half an hour ago."
"Then why can you be so calm?!" Lin Pengpeng took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions. "Do you really understand the meaning of the scarecrow?"
"It should be that meaning..." Feng Ling thought for a while, "The role of the scarecrow is to put it in the farmland to prevent the crops from being ruined by birds. In this context, it should be to prevent people from being logged in by alien species. The alien species claims to be a game player. This login mechanism does conform to the logic of the game. If a new player logs into the game, the system must of course ensure that the environment is absolutely safe, and there are no monsters nearby, just like a novice village..."
Feng Ling said, frowned slightly and muttered, "This is very reasonable, and it is easy to think about why I have never thought about this before? No one talks about this on the Internet, it's so strange..."
Even Huangfu Miaomiao and Li Qing never told her these things. "I don't care about this," Lin Pengpeng felt very uncomfortable and didn't know how to express it.
She lowered her eyes and stared at her hands and said weakly: "What I care about is... no one knows how to stop logging. Everyone lives in panic. Everyone can only hope for the hunter, hoping that we can kill all the alien species to end this disaster. So after I signed the contract with Star Hunting Group, my family was proud of me, but it turned out...it turned out that as long as I stayed by my family, they would not be logged in..."
Lin Pengpeng's hands trembled slightly, and she was extremely confused, "I want to go home...I can't imagine how much I would hate myself if my parents were logged in by alien species!"
"Actually you don't have to be too nervous," said Feng Ling. "I have followed the number of people online in alien species, basically hovering around 100,000, and at the peak, it has not exceeded 140,000. The global population is 8 billion. On average, the probability of everyone being logged in is very small."
"No, you are wrong..." Lin Pengpeng slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Ling with a wry smile. "For every individual, the probability of being logged in is 50%, just like a playing card, either being drawn or not being drawn. If the alien species' game does not end, the probability of being drawn can even be...100%. "