Chapter 111 Narrating the Cage (8)
"The corn juice you want." Through the narrow opening of the baffle, Li Sheng threw a can of drink into the cell.
Huiyu, who was still reading the newspaper, didn’t even raise his head. He caught the can with one hand, which was still wet with condensation, opened it with a snap, took a big sip, and let out a pleasant "Ah~" sound.
"This is life." She shook her head and said, "What do you want to ask?"
Li Sheng had already prepared this question and immediately took out the pink children's schoolbag and crayon drawings, and asked: "Three questions, 1. Have you seen this schoolbag.
2. The specific conditions of each room.
3. Has anyone successfully jailbroken in the past? ”
The laser trap and gravity sensing floor in the reversal room are just enough to restrain the bat grapple gun. At the same time, the 5 ∑ coins in the child’s schoolbag are just enough to buy a bottle of corn juice that Hui Yu wants. It’s hard not to let people down. I wonder if it was generated temporarily for Li Sheng.
“First of all, I have never seen this schoolbag. Secondly, in addition to the warden's room, there are five rooms, flashback, continuity, reversal, misdirection, and protagonist effect. Both use the reality distortion engine and narrative ladder array technology to generate the traps and content in the room based on the life experiences of the escapees. "
Hui Yu sipped corn juice and said, "Among them, the effect of the flashback room is to jump to the past or future of the prison escapee. Including the past that the jailbreaker himself does not know.
Continuity - breaking narrative integrity and adding temporary settings. For example, a wall is temporarily refreshed and a bunch of monsters appear out of sight of the jailbreaker.
Misleading - literally using all means to induce and deceive jailbreakers. For example, set up a fake door or fake button.
Protagonist Effect - This is the most abstract room and the most difficult to understand and summarize. All kinds of strange and weird things encountered by the protagonists in literary and artistic works may happen. "
Mentioning this, Hui Yu paused and asked, "As for whether anyone has successfully escaped from here? Since the prison authorities and the Jingbi Residential Committee dare to write the instructions for escaping from prison on the wall, it proves that they have sufficient confidence in the security of the prison.
This is indeed the case - no jailbreaker can pass the five engine rooms on the first try, and every attempt will damage the narrative integrity of the jailbreaker himself.
Just like the protagonist of a novel, if his origin and the major life changes he encountered were deleted and modified, would he still be the same person? ”
This example is easy to understand. If the Waynes in Gotham City were not shot dead in an alley, then there would be one less Batman and one more playboy Bruce Wayne in the world.
The world will also lack many of Batman’s hell jokes.
For example, “What kind of thing walks on a trail and has holes in it?” “The Joker gave Batman a parent coupon, but it had expired. "Batman took out his camera and took a selfie to use as a family photo. "And so on.
"This is the insidious part of the Crystal Wall Residential Committee. Since many prisoners are both criminals and civilized heroes, if they survive until they are released from prison, they may become the planet's leaders that everyone expects. Therefore, You cannot simply break your hands or feet or freeze them under anesthesia.
Describing the design of the cage is equivalent to giving the prisoners a dilemma.
Either I stay in jail and don’t know when I will be released. Either try to jailbreak, and then lose yourself after failing again and again. "
Hui Yu said: "When I first came to this single cell half a year ago, the original owner of the cell, that is, Isaac, said that he had been imprisoned for ten years. I tried to escape from prison for the first time and almost forgot my name.
Three months ago they were shouting about ‘Give me freedom or give me death’, ‘The price of freedom is one generation, and the price of enslavement is one generation. ’
I tried jailbreaking for the last time and haven’t come back yet. Eighty percent of them are dead.
The prisoner in the cell in the lower right corner is older than Isaac, has escaped from prison more times, and has become completely demented. "
Li Sheng thought for a while and asked cautiously: "Have you ever tried to jailbreak? "
This question made Hui Yu pause. He covered his face with the newspaper in his hand and said calmly: "It's time for you to leave. The rule of the prison is that after starting the jailbreak process, if the engine room button is not pressed for too long, the entire cage system will be reset.
It can take as little as a few hours or as long as a day. ”
Li Sheng frowned and turned around to leave. Although he had obtained information from Hui Yu, when he thought about it carefully, there were even more doubts.
He walked to the vending machine. After the corn juice was bought, the next position was a white rabbit doll in a transparent plastic gift bag, priced at 10∑. The next spot is Piushuai brand men's clothing priced at 70∑.
The trademark of the Pishuai brand is a muscular man wearing a suit and tie, with a sinewy face and a single braid on his smooth bald head. He is obviously trying very hard to smile kindly, but his overall temperament remains the same. It exudes the air of a silly gangster.
“No matter how many times I’ve seen it, this brand still makes people want to complain.”
Li Sheng muttered, walked into the corridor where the misdirection room was, and pushed open the wooden door.
Like the Reversal Room, the Misdirection Room also has a second metal door.
He stood obediently on the gravity-sensitive floor, holding a 170 straight knife in his right hand, a bat grapple gun in his left hand, and the most powerful thunder horn currently attached to his waist, waiting for the metal door to slide open.
The door opens, and behind the door is a narrow concrete room with a red button on the ground.
"Mr. Xue, Ms. Li, please look at this form."
In the treatment room of the psychological counseling institution, the female doctor said softly: "Multiple personality disorder MPD and dissociative identity disorder DID are different. The personality that appears at a certain moment in the former determines the individual's behavior. The latter exists at least Two identities or personality states repeatedly control the patient's behavior.
Your son Li Isheng does not fit the above description and is more like a fantasy friend tulpa than MPD and DID."
"Fantasy friends?"
Li Zhao's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at the seven-year-old boy sitting in the corner of the treatment room, wearing thick glasses and holding a pen and paper in his hand to write and draw.
On the drawing paper on his knee, there is a clear depiction of a young man walking towards the red button in the concrete room.
“Fantasy friends is a term in child psychology. About 52% to 65% of children worldwide have phantom friends. It is a normal and common phenomenon, so don’t worry too much.”
The female doctor said: "As for your son Li Richeng, he has artistic talent and a sensitive mind far beyond his peers, and he will integrate the troubles he encounters in life into his own fantasies.
In order to cope with the loneliness after his parents went to work, he imagined a character named Li Sheng (actually a projection of him), and arranged for Li Sheng adoptive parents and cousins with whom he did not have a harmonious relationship.
In this environment, Li Sheng still grew into a young man with courage, wisdom and kindness, experiencing one adventure after another. It can be understood as a psychological defense mechanism for your son. "
Li Zhao quickly asked: "Then we should"
"pay close attention and let nature take its course. Most children will gradually forget their imaginary friends as they grow up, so there is no need to intervene too much. "
The female doctor paused and said with a smile: "But you two can consider enrolling him in an art class or something. With his drawing talent, he might become a cartoonist in the future. ”
"Cartoonist? That was my dream when I was a child."
At the International Film Festival, Li Il-sung, a young director in his twenties, looked at the camera and scratched his head shyly, "As a result, he was criticized by the teacher for drawing I was so bad at painting that I had to change my career."
The reporter asked enthusiastically: "Do you think your previous experience in comics will help you get into the directing industry?"
"Yes? "If it weren't for the imagination I cultivated at that time, I wouldn't have been able to film "The Lord of the Rings vs. Terminator 2: Saving the Shawshank Godfather"" My wrinkled fingers gently brushed the disc, wearing presbyopia. The famous director Li Il-sung sighed and put the disc that contained his glorious directorial years back on the bookshelf.
He was the only one left in the elegant and warm country house. His old wife passed away a few years ago, and his two children did not inherit his artistic legacy. They all devoted themselves to the aerospace industry of the Human Federation. They were busy at the space elevator space station at the equator all year round, and could not come back more than once a year.
He sat on the soft sofa and flipped through the latest newspaper.
The news title [Terrorists detonated a nuclear bomb in Proxima A District], the content is "A group of unidentified terrorists attacked the skyscraper where Junsaka Company is located in the downtown area of Proxima A District last night. Launching an armed attack. After causing casualties to thousands of company employees, military and police personnel, the desperate terrorists brazenly detonated a nuclear bomb with a yield of more than 500 kt. "
A long-lost memory suddenly occurred. When he woke up, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the next second his heart suddenly felt cramped, causing him to fall to the ground.
The cylindrical housekeeping robot that was watering the plants in the distance heard the noise and moved over quickly, opened its chest and took out the Jiuxin Jiuxin Pill, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Mr. Richeng, can you hear me? I've already An ambulance was called for you"
My eyes were staring at the ceiling of the country house, and my vision gradually blurred, as if I saw the cement house again.
His eyes suddenly widened, he stood up staggeringly, ignored the dissuasion of the housekeeping robot, threw himself on the bookshelf, tried his best to pull out a stack of old and yellowed drawing paper, and trembled with the pen in his palm. ground painting.
"Hello? Dad?! We are back to see you, please open the door!"
The doorbell rang outside the house, as well as the calls of his son, daughter, and grandchildren.
But he ignored it and struggled to draw the last picture - the young man holding a heavy machete in his right hand and a bat grapple gun in his left hand officially pressed the red button.
"Hiss!"
Li Sheng suddenly came back to his senses, his pupils trembled violently, and his palms trembled.
It was like having an extremely long and extremely real dream. A large number of vague memories and emotions, both real and illusory, poured into my mind.
Even though the brain has been trained for a long time by the multi-line brain method, it is still overloaded and painful.
What's worse is that the feeling of difficulty in movement of a slumbering old man has come to reality and spread to his hands, feet and limbs, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
He dropped the button as if he was electrocuted, rushed out of the room with staggering steps, and leaned against the partition between the wooden door and the metal door, breathing heavily.
Squeak——
The wooden door opened, and Hui Yu appeared outside. He grabbed Li Sheng, pulled him out of the compartment, and dragged him into the corridor.
When he came to the corridor, the feeling of drowning and suffocation immediately subsided a lot. Li Sheng stood up slowly with his forehead in hand and said hoarsely to Hui Yu: "Thank you."
He looked at it Judging from the time displayed on the vending machine, it was only over sixty minutes since he entered the misdirection room, but it felt as if more than sixty years had passed.
"As a newcomer, it's not bad to be able to pass two levels in a row."
Hui Yu crossed his hands in front of him and asked with squinted eyes: "What did you encounter inside?"
>"It's hard to describe in words."
Li Sheng rubbed his brows, and his trance-like vision gradually became clear.
From the moment he stepped into the misdirection room, the so-called reality distortion engine and narrative ladder array began to work.
His existence was stripped away at the narrative level and replaced with a higher-dimensional "Li Il-sheng".
"Li Richeng" has lived a relatively happy life. His parents are loving and willing to pay attention to his psychological problems so that he can grow up healthily. After graduation, his career will be smooth and his family will be harmonious.
If he hadn't noticed the anomaly through the newspaper,
he would have been perfectly "misled" into thinking that he was Li Il-sung, and the so-called "Li Sheng" was just the latter's childhood fantasy fictional characters/virtual friends that come out.
“Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. It’s so shady.”
The shackles on his feet disappeared on their own. Li Sheng murmured to himself and looked down at the palm of his right hand.
He was originally holding the 170 straight knife, but after leaving the misdirection room, there was something extra in his palm.
The fragments of the newspaper [Terrorists detonated nuclear bombs in Proxima Centauri A].
It was this newspaper that made him suddenly recall his identity in a misleading way, causing the room system to temporarily give him angina pectoris in an emergency.
“Things in pure illusion can actually be brought back to reality.”
Li Sheng took a deep breath and placed this newspaper fragment on the ground side by side with the [Food Poisoning Cases in Proxima District A Urban School] newspaper that he had previously obtained from the vending machine.
The layout, font size, and writing style of the two newspapers are different, but they both mentioned the same keyword "Proxima Centauri A District".
Li Sheng is very sure that in the false worldview created by the Misleading Room, the background is almost 2070. At that time, the Human Federation had just been established and was still busy colonizing the solar system, far from going to the near-Earth star system. extent.
In other words, this newspaper is illegal and the real source is elsewhere.
“Do you know the so-called Proxima Centauri Area A?” Li Sheng asked.
".I don't know." Hui Yu shook his head in denial. Seeing him standing up, he asked doubtfully: "What do you want to do?"
"Go to the next room." Li Sheng went straight to the protagonist's effect room without looking back. .
"Are you crazy?" Hui Yu said in disbelief: "You don't want to take a break?"
After entering and exiting the misdirection room once, the spiritual power value did not drop much, but the sanity value dropped from 240 , effectively reduced to 159.
If the next room is of this type, there is no guarantee that it will burn out your sanity and make life worse than death.
Li Sheng strode through the corridor, "One, there is not enough time. Two, there is not enough time."
After starting the jailbreak process, if the engine room button is not pressed for too long, the entire cage system will be reset. And each breach compromises Prison Breaker’s narrative integrity. Until you become a fool, like the one in the cell in the lower right corner.
Players have one and only one chance.
What's more
Li Sheng silently put away the newspaper fragments and opened the door of the protagonist's effect room expressionlessly.
He vaguely caught the pattern of this script mission.
(End of this chapter)