The task has been completed.

Beatrix had to admit, when he saw this text appear on the screen, he did feel a sigh of relief.

The feeling of entering this game was truly extraordinary, compared to any game he had played before, which was completely different. He felt it wasn't just because it was possible to realistically use computer simulations and modeling, not just because the player in the quest was super free, but not just because of the music, the visuals, and the special effects of these.

No, there are some other reasons. There was something he felt he couldn't say, but somehow made him feel as though things felt like magic.

But anyway now the level is over. The game screen left the monstrous conference room, switched to the payment interface, and compiled statistics such as the number of enemies, the fluency of moves, the efficiency of the task, and the time spent in this mission of Beatrix.

Beatrix's nerves felt the tension finally relax. At this time, he was surprised to discover that he was more urgent in the process of playing the game than he had imagined.

But looking back now, the game is still quite enjoyable. Batman's moves are clearly more variable than before, Beatrix can't even see what Bat's moves are.

There are also richer auxiliary props than ever before, a high choice of mission completion methods, a lot of details make him feel this game is especially fresh and interesting.

Game adaptation is very abstract. Ten bad movie adaptations, this is in the gaming world for many years normally.

Having a religion is a person is rice, iron is steel, feelings are not hungry to panic. There are some game adaptations born with the basic meaning that the company does not want to see a good IP dumped in the warehouse accumulating ash and mold, but really wants to take it out as an adaptation to make a game but regret the money.

Thus was born a game that did not hide, using its simple lines and models as if it had learned three years of rough animation to slap the player's slap, like putting a bunch of emotional art in the player's mouth, while arrogantly pretending that your love is not real.

However, with the advent of representative quality works of representative Spider-Man franchises like DC's Batman and Marvel's House, stereotypes about game adaptations have been erased over the years. IP adaptation in the gaming world seems to be moving in a healthy direction.

But even so, Beatrix made such a good game adaptation, it is true that it was the first time that he did not see it, even though in his previous life, he was familiar with the entire game world, it was a work of breakthrough progress.

It is this main content that makes him feel a little headless, the first door that goes through he does not understand where this building is, why Batman has to sneak into this place and what is the situation that drives people crazy.

Beatrix was indeed a little looking forward to what the final story would be like, but she picked up her cell phone and looked at the time, and immediately dismissed this idea from her mind.

Tomorrow is Monday, 8:20 am to go to class, really can not continue to play.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

He is currently in his second year of college, not a newcomer to the country, nor has he evolved to live in a dormitory, and has not left the house, in the kind of state where he has never met anyone in his life.

Looking at the four years of college overall, he had roughly fallen into such a magical state, but he hadn't fully entered it yet.

Most of the time he still went to school honestly, only when his enthusiasm was high, he would occasionally shy away from a class or two.

If you change it to something else, it's fine, it's not too big of a problem to turn it up once in a while. But the problem is that tomorrow morning the first class is linear algebra, the online teacher is the typical type "if you don't take attendance, you will die", once you don't take attendance, you will be depressed.

The style of drawing this game wasn't what Beatrix expected, he instinctively felt it might not be that simple, and then couldn't say where. Moreover, after hitting, the fatigue is unbearable, the gears of the brain seem to be stuck and cannot be rotated, and the thoughts are like broken.

So Beatrix gathered up the mood to leave the game, turn off the computer, crawl back to bed.

For some reason, it was clear that just playing the game all day made him unexpectedly tired. He closed his eyelids, his head sank into the soft white pillow, and soon fell asleep.

At the other end of the city.

Blockade lines were pulled up to isolate towering skyscrapers, uniformed soldiers scattered around.

The black car was parked outside the warning line and a woman got out. She strode through the guardrails, soldiers standing guard as she passed in a flurry of salutes.

To be fair, she has a rather tall face, beautiful white skin, and is extremely temperamental. If you change into a sophisticated suit, dress or something, it is estimated that it will automatically be the image of a female elite in the army.

However, it's not. On the contrary, she wore a baggy black windbreaker, long slender legs, and a long skirt like a black cloak. Under the windbreaker a black outfit refines the curves of the body, especially the tense chest position, further highlighting an E aura.

Honestly, this face makes her a little condescending. Because if in return it is a face with beauty value as others claim, it will make people deeply impressed, but the problem is that even this face is not equal to her stature, compared to the front and back, it makes people more difficult to forget.

The long-legged woman broke through the guardrail, and the soldiers saluted her. She entered the elevator in the hall and went straight to the conference room on the top floor of the building.

She frowned slightly as she entered the conference room, thinking that perhaps there was no worse place in the world. One by one, bodies were lying on the floor of the room, blood mixed with impurities flowing into rivers, some parts were dried and frozen.

There was a puddle of vomit in the entrance hallway, believed to have been discovered by cleaners at the scene.

"At the time of the incident, everyone on the board was in the meeting room, there were no survivors."

A bald man tacitly a cigarette walked up to her side. He spit out a circle of smoke and said.

"But all of them are infected."

"Killed by people"? The woman asked.

"No. They were attacked by someone, but the assailants didn't kill people." The man said, "They were infected beyond the body's tolerance limit, blowing themselves up."

The Woman has something to think about. Her gaze swept across the confused room, her gaze quickly landing on the open dark room with broken rocks everywhere.

"The examiner said it must have been a statue, speculating it could be the source of the infection. The man said, "It's also possible that the attackers blew up the statue."

The woman pondered for a moment, then said, "So, someone did our job and finished it very cleanly."

"Surely that's not true."

"So do we have a clue about this mysterious friend?" "

The man on duty spit out another ring of smoke, showing a reluctant expression.

"The surveillance camera was paralyzed, unable to record the enemy's movements. We asked the company's staff and there was only one witness. Only the clues he could provide were very vague."

"I want to see him." The woman said.

So a few minutes later, the woman came in front of an unlucky security guard.

The other guard seemed to have fainted before, but now he still had an ice pack on his head. Without waiting for the questioner to finish, he quickly couldn't help but open his mouth, seemingly unable to control his desire to present tonight's experience.

"I was on regular patrol at the time, and the thing ran out—quickly a. I was careless, my eyes went black and I fainted, then Heike saw me in the hallway. And it was Heike our security team.

I woke up only to hear that something big had happened."

"You just said 'that'," the woman interrupted him, "isn't human?" "

The security guard definitely shook his head, exuding a hint of fear.

"I couldn't see him too quickly at the time, but he was definitely not human. It had very pointed ears, huge black wings, and sharp claws. Yes, it also seems to have fangs, teeth like the vampire in the movie, extraordinary.

And it's so big, I feel like it should be more than two meters, when it comes in it looks like, like, a bat!

Honestly, I'm a little scared, I've never seen such a strange monster in my life!

When the woman finished the question, her expression was slightly worried.

The man on duty still had a cigarette in his mouth —— at first glance, he had changed a new one.

"What do you think?" "

The woman pondered for a moment.

"I do not know."