My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 97 What are you going to do? Complain to the Emperor!
"cough."

As soon as Chen Mang finished speaking, Lao Zhu, who was standing beside him, clenched his fist and coughed lightly.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough your mother's head!"

Chen Mang turned to look at Lao Zhu and angrily scolded him, "I want to hear a true evaluation, not some flattering nonsense. Don't drop hints when you shouldn't."

"And next time, even if you want to hint, could you please not use such an old-fashioned method?"

"You think I'm deaf!"

Lao Zhu looked awkward and didn't dare to look directly into Mang Ye's eyes.

"Come!"

Chen Mang turned to look at the young boy again and frowned, "Tell me how you did it. I clearly designed many complicated intersections."

"Forehead"

The young man took a deep breath before mustering the courage to speak. "This is a relatively simple maze topology. This rectangular maze looks like it has winding paths, but it's actually just a straight line."

“The starting point and the end point are the two ends of this straight line.”

"And those forks in the road are just branches off that straight line."

"so."

The young boy took out a sharp stone from his arms, carefully followed the route of the maze, carved out all the routes, and then peeled the entire maze off the paper.

Then pinch the maze that was peeled off the paper with both hands, hold the two ends and pull slightly.

I saw the maze that seemed extremely complicated just now.

It immediately became a straight line, and the forks in the road he designed grew like branches on the trunk of a tree.

"We only need to extend this maze infinitely to quickly find the correct route."

"You didn't do that just now."

"I have a stronger sense of space, so I quickly simulated it in my mind. This way of presenting it is to make it easier to understand."

"."

Chen Mang remained expressionless for a long time before he spoke: "As a slave, how could you carry such a sharp stone?"

"what?"

The young man was slightly stunned, and his face immediately turned pale. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have exposed something because he was too involved. His voice trembled uncontrollably: "I don't want to be robbed again."

"There's a slave who steals one unit of iron ore from me every day and then turns it in at settlement. He's a level 1 slave, and I don't dare say anything."

"I don't want to be robbed anymore. How much iron ore I mine every day determines how long it takes me to get promoted. I want to get promoted to a level 2 slave as soon as possible."

"I prepared this thing, planning to rob me next time, and then we'll fight to the death."

Hearing this, Chen Mang frowned slightly and turned his head to look at Lao Zhu beside him.

Lao Zhu, who was standing aside, felt like cursing in his heart. Why couldn't you chat with him privately for such a trivial matter? What the hell were you going to do? Complain to him? Damn it!
Did you take it out accidentally, or did you take it out on purpose?
He looks so young, but how come he is such a scheming person?
Although he was cursing in his heart, his face showed anxiety and fear as he quickly bowed down.

"Master Mang, this is my negligence in work. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."

"Ah."

Chen Mang nodded and said casually, "Just fight a bit, don't waste a slave. Oh, and in that drawer are the train rules I drafted. Take them and announce them before work starts tomorrow morning. From now on, follow these rules."

After dealing with this little episode.

He closed his eyes again and leaned back in his chair, trying to stretch the maze he had just created in his mind. A minute later, he opened his eyes, took out a cigarette and threw it over: "I need to design a sufficiently complex maze."

"A maze that can trap at least one robot."

"That robot possesses extraordinary intelligence and the strength of an adult male. If I were to design it for you, what would you think?"

"Static or dynamic maze?"

"Static."

The young boy hurriedly and respectfully took the cigarette. He had no fire to light it, so he just held it in his hand, thought for a few seconds, and then spoke.

"Generally speaking, to create a sufficiently complex maze, you need to use some random algorithm software to generate irregular paths, but we don't have the conditions right now."

"But we can start with six steps."

"The first step is to divide the maze into different areas, such as ten areas. Each area is a separate maze, and the correct line passes through the maze in each area."

"The second step is to have at least three directions for each node, so that the proportion of dead ends reaches 3% to 60%. If possible, it is best to set up seven levels of path nesting."

"The third step is that if it's a 3D maze, you need to set up at least three layers of vertical connections."

"The fourth step is to use sound and light effects to create visual deception, such as mirrors, sound, light and shadow, and misleading guide lights, so that the mirror area accounts for about 15%."

"The fifth step is to increase the repetition rate of the maze in these ten areas to 40%. A high repetition rate will confuse people's memories as they try to find the route, and they will begin to doubt whether they have ever walked this path before. This is commonly known as the "ghost wall"."

"Step 6: Create a progressively scaled path to create the illusion of distance."

"In this way, the number of path backtracking can basically be guaranteed to be greater than 30% of the total number of steps, and the necessary nodes can be accounted for."

"All right."

Chen Mang interrupted the young man's statement, stood up from his chair, and personally lit a cigarette for him before patting him on the shoulder and saying, "He's a talented person, very professional."

"Old Pig, from now on this kid will enjoy the treatment of a Level 1 slave on the Star Train."

"After we find the slave who stole this kid."

"Let this kid fight back on his own."

"What is your name."

"I"

The young man at this moment was completely different from the one who had just been eloquently expounding on his thoughts. He just held the cigarette between his lips with a bit of trepidation and said, "Mr. Mangmang, my name is Li Shiji."

"Good name."

Chen Mang breathed a sigh of relief. "Each of those refrigerators on the train has 100 square meters of space. I want you to use 100 refrigerators to create a sufficiently complex maze. It must meet the requirements I just mentioned, so that the robot cannot successfully pass it in half an hour."

"If you need any support, just tell me."

"We can add more refrigerators, but the maximum will be around 130. Go back and think about it tonight, and report to me tomorrow morning. We'll discuss it then."

"If this matter is done beautifully."

"Big reward."

"Thank you, Master Mang. Thank you, Master Mang."

A hint of excitement and excitement flashed in Li Shishi's eyes, and he hurriedly bowed to express his gratitude.

at this time.

In the cave outside the train, all the slaves had finished their dinner, but today they did not immediately return to their seats in the train to sleep. Instead, they gathered together to watch the fun.

In the middle of the crowd.

There was a slave kneeling on the ground with a look of fear on his face. He was not tied up at all, but he did not dare to struggle at all.

A group of armed thugs surrounded the inner circle to maintain order.

And behind this slave.

Li Shiji weighed the baton in his hand before leaning down and putting his head close to the slave kneeling on the ground and whispering.

"Is my iron ore comfortable to hold?"

"It's not that I don't want to retaliate, but the time has not come yet." "Remember."

"My name is Li Shiji."

next moment--

Li Shishi's eyes were filled with anger as he swung his arm with greater force than when he was mining, and hit the slave kneeling on the ground heavily on the back with a baton. He didn't swear a word, but just gritted his teeth.

Like a storm, there was no stopping, one stick after another.

No holding back at all.

It looks like the kind that's going to smash something to death.

"Uncle Li."

Among the crowd of slaves watching the excitement, a young boy looked at this scene and whispered in Uncle Li's ear, "Look at him, he got ahead so easily, and he's just a level 3 slave who just joined the train."

"You've been on the train since early this morning. You're considered an old man, so you're enjoying the treatment of a Level 1 slave."

"Why haven't you made any progress yet?"

"Have you come up with a new plan?"

"Can you shut the fuck up!"

Uncle Li turned his head in anger and looked at the young man next to him: "You are so stressed out. Can you please stop pressuring me every day? I am also under a lot of pressure, okay?"

"Aren't you expecting me to become a dragon a little too much?"

"Well, I can't just rely on myself. I'm obviously unreliable."

"Shut up! I'll find a way!"

"Of course, I have always believed in this, Uncle Li."

Inside the crowd.

Biaozi, with his arms folded across his chest and a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the scene with a smile on his face: "Captain Pig, I guarantee you, this kid is definitely complaining to the emperor on purpose."

"nonsense."

Old Pig said with a somewhat grim expression, "You need to tell me, can't I fucking see it? This kid is so cunning, I don't like him."

"Mr. Mang seems to like it very much."

"Of course I like him. Even though I don't like this guy, he does have talent."

At this point, Lao Zhu paused and hesitated, "This kid can stretch an extremely complex rectangular maze into an infinite straight line in his mind. Can you do it? I just tried for a long time and my head is about to explode. It feels like countless lines are floating in front of my eyes when I close my eyes."

"I'm almost hallucinating, but I can't figure it out."

"I'm a warrior, Captain Pig. If I had this ability, would I have become a guerrilla foreman?"

"You're only good enough to be a foreman. You'll be dumbfounded if you don't get paid."

"I'm a warrior, Pig Cart Captain."

"What happened to Wu Fu?"

Biaozi winked and laughed: "Martial artists are experts in collecting debts. There is no debt that I cannot collect. Otherwise, why do you think I was able to become the boss in the past?"

The old pig snorted disdainfully.

"Come on, you almost got killed by Black Mouse, so stop showing off. By the way, you used to be a Level 2 train conductor. Do you know of any situation that would require a giant maze to trap robots?"

"do not know."

Biaozi shook his head and said seriously, "Is this what Master Mang is looking for this guy for?"

"Don't look at me. I really don't know. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but my old train and Mr. Mang's train are completely different. To say there's a world of difference is an understatement."

"but."

"I have to advise you, Master Mang didn't ask you to beat him to death. That kid hit him without mercy. The slave looked like he was about to die."

"Also, don't get angry with this little guy. I used him to build a maze, and he'll be useless in the future."

"You're the second-in-command on the train, and you're still a pig. Don't make a scene. You'll definitely lose."

"Of course I know that."

The old pig sighed softly, "I'm definitely not stupid enough to get angry with him. I'm just a little mad because it's my first time being sued. He didn't tell me but told Master Mang instead. I wonder what Master Mang will think. He'll think I'm always bullying the slaves, so much so that they don't dare to tell me when they have problems."

"It's okay. This is indeed your fault for failing to do your job. Exposing the problem is the only way to solve it. Relax."

Lao Zhu didn't say anything else, but just took a step forward and spoke in a deep voice.

"enough."

Then he looked at the half-dead slave lying on the ground and said, "Take him to the train to heal his wounds."

"Pig Captain."

Seeing Lao Zhu coming, Li Shiji immediately handed over the baton in his hand and whispered.

"Ah."

Old Pig took the baton expressionlessly and then looked at the slaves watching around him, pointing to the iron ore area not far away. "Everyone, go back to the train and sleep. If you're not sleepy, you can go over there and continue mining with Doba."

The slaves subconsciously turned around and looked at the more than one hundred goblin slaves who were still mining in the iron ore area not far away. They shuddered all over and rushed towards the carriage.

Those goblins.

Simply. Simply crazy!
In the past few days, they have witnessed the madness of these goblins. They were all asleep but the goblins were still digging. They had just woken up but the goblins were still digging, as if they didn't need to rest at all.

It's like a cold-blooded machine working non-stop 24 hours a day.

Especially Nadopa.

It has been at the top of the list of the largest daily mining volume for many days in a row, and no one has ever surpassed it. It is simply invincible.

Originally they were looking forward to the daily mining rankings.

Later, after that group of goblins occupied the top 100 every day, they were too lazy to pay attention to the daily mining rankings. It was too competitive, so competitive that they were afraid. They were simply a group of supermen.

At the beginning.

Many people saw goblins for the first time and found them very curious. When they had some free time while mining, they would go up to them and tentatively say hello.

But after being scolded several times as stupid humans for disturbing the great goblins' mining, no one came over to pay attention anymore.

"It seems like this Doba has spent his entire life proving his own greatness."

As the slaves swarmed towards the carriage, the old pig, standing still, looked at Doba, who was mining with a determined look on his face not far away, and sighed with emotion, "To be fair, this guy is really strong."

"Yeah, it's pretty strong."

Biaozi nodded, then looked at the giant woman among a group of short goblins with a strange expression: "But that woman is also very strong. It seems that she is determined to fight these goblins to the death."

"I remember this female giant went to talk to Doba today and got scolded."

"They seemed very angry, and then they had to fight to the death to see who could dig better."

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