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Chapter 169 The Inspector's Melancholy

Huge, translucent, unknown objects floating in the air—

It looks like an equilateral rhombus. If you carefully distinguish it, you will find that it is composed of countless geometric cubes.

The sun shines on it, like passing through colorless glass, but at a certain moment, it will reflect a wonderful light.

Inside it, there are also countless cubes everywhere.

One of the cubes suddenly had a pure white light, and the 2.78-meter-tall inspector walked out of it, and then the white light disappeared, and the inspector faced the cube and did not move.

It seems to have done nothing, but in fact its thinking is connecting with the system to repair the data inside the cube.

A ball rolled over from its feet.

I stopped when I passed by and said gloatingly: "Hahaha! Is your game malfunctioning?"

The inspector lowered his eyes and glanced at the ball at his feet with expressionless expression, "Or?"

Qiu said: "My frog is also broken. Since I have sewned my belly once, I always tend to squeeze my belly when laying eggs.

"That's because there are too many players who swallow it?" The inspector was speechless.

——Frog, of course, is not a real frog. Players will not digest it after being swallowed, but will wrap it in a layer of egg skin, turn into frog eggs, and then hatch tadpoles.

Qiu asked: "What's wrong with your game? Tsk tsk... Friends' party No. 2112, isn't this your proud work?"

The inspector replied: "The scene was destroyed by the player with props, and it was necessary to repair the original to continue to be put into use."

"What kind of player are you meeting? You're so brave!" The ball was surprised and continued to laugh after being surprised, "So I said, your game is too gentle! What kind of friends games, friends gatherings, what's fun about it? You should make a big monster out! Just like my frog and tadpole!"

The ball bounced in place, jumping to the same height as the 2.78-meter surveillance officer, and then slung in the air, showing off: "My game format is the simplest, but the amount of data provided is the most among all the surveillance officers!"

A plain and gentle female voice came not far away: "Although you have the most data, the data type is also the singlest. Friends' gatherings contain three sets of different forms of games, and the data richness provided to the system is ten times that of yours. You have to find ways to improve your games in the future."

The ball was unhappy and fell to the ground all of a sudden, rolled to the feet of the speaker, complaining: "How come it's so much different from ten times..."

What I just spoke was an inspector with a rabbit head, who had just come out of the glowing cube.

"Is there a ten times difference? You can tell if you go and check it out yourself." The Rabbit Head Inspector continued to move forward, "The player is hiding and seeking at No. 3014, I'm leaving."

"Wait." The 2.78-meter october stopped it and asked with a frown, "According to the rules of the game, it is a violation of the player's attack on the october. The october can punish it, right?"

The rabbit-headed inspector said lightly, looking at it, "Is there any problem?"

"Why not count verbal attacks?" it asked.

The rabbit-headed inspector was surprised: "Why do you think so?"

The ball jumped up in shock, "Language is the most direct reaction of players in the game. If you block the attack language, you will lose a lot of data. The system will not let you do this!"

"But... what value can data such as insulting the inspector have?"

The Rabbit Head Inspector said: "Insults, ill words, and swear words are another form of human crying. They can vent their emotions and release stress. This is particularly obvious in players trapped in the depressed environment. You don't have to care too much."

“…”

"Is there any problem?"

"……there is none left."

The Rabbit Head Inspector stood in front of it and calmly said after a moment: "I know that you will join the third game of friends' gatherings. You should not participate in the game yourself in the future. You seem to be a little affected."

“…probably.”

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Chapter completed!
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