You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

"Can't use it anymore?"

"Then this can only mean one thing."

The air seemed to grow heavier, the light in the entire room dimmed slightly, the shadows in the corners seemed to be quietly stretched, and the strange murals on the walls seemed to become a little more vivid.

The narrator's voice, with an indescribable shudder, said: "We... just like these fictional characters, have become prisoners of this world."

The boundary between reality and illusion

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes and glanced at the picture on the screen.

He could clearly feel—

This game has gone beyond the scope of ordinary video games.

Every detail of it exudes a strange sense of reality, even the dust in the air and the breeze outside the window are meticulously simulated.

——This can no longer be described as an “immersive experience”.

This is more like...something beyond reality.

The audience in the live broadcast room also noticed this, and the barrage of comments instantly became dense and crazy.

What is the world view of this game?!

Wait, is this implying that the player's reality might also be virtual?!

[Lao Ju, you're not really trapped in the game, are you?!]

However, at this moment, the narrator's voice sounded again, with a hint of low fear in his tone: "User..."

"We might have entered...another video game dimension."

Wang Laoju narrowed her eyes, licked her lips gently, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“…It’s getting more and more interesting.”

He slowly stretched out his hand, controlled the mouse, and prepared to click the magnifying glass icon on the screen.

However, just as the pointer was about to touch the icon—

"drop--!"

The entire screen suddenly went black.

……

"Do something! Anything!"

There was an unprecedented urgency in the narration's voice, like an AI that was forced into a desperate situation, frantically sending a distress signal to the player.

"Isn't this what you're best at?"

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes, licked his lips lightly, glanced across the screen, and used his fingers to exert a little force to slowly move the mouse.

——Is there anything I can use?
His eyes fixed, and he suddenly noticed a detail on the edge of the screen.

—A piece of glass from a cracked television screen.

It lay there quietly, reflecting faint light, like a forgotten fragment of code.

The audience in the live broadcast room was instantly excited.

[What the hell?! Can I even hold this glass?!]

[Lao Ju's gaming intuition is incredible! ]

[Planner: No, can I take this?!]

Wang Laoju manipulated the mouse without hesitation and clicked it lightly, as if reaching out to pick a piece of the crack between reality and virtuality from the screen.

“…Try it?”

He turned his wrist and swiped the glass directly towards the background board of an icon on the screen.

"Thorn-"

The texture of the background board was instantly cut, and the system UI was like a piece of paper that was forcibly torn open, revealing the core code hidden under the icon.

——A fist-shaped object quietly appeared in the air.

Wang Laoju's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Fuck, this is even possible?"

The narrator's voice suddenly exploded with disbelief and astonishment: "What are you doing this time? You got a game icon?!"

"What are you going to do with that fist?"

Wang Laoju smiled slightly, controlled the mouse, and slowly dragged the fist icon towards the window on the screen.

"What else to do? Of course... break it."

Breaking out of the window

"boom--!"

His fist smashed hard against the window, and the glass instantly shattered into pieces. The fragments flashed coldly in the air, as if time was frozen in the moment it was torn apart.

The light from the window suddenly poured in, spilling onto the floor with an unsettling sense of distortion.

There was a hint of helplessness in the narrator's voice: "I asked you to find a way out..."

He sighed, a hint of despair in his tone: "I asked you to find a way out of this dimension, not this room."

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

【Hahahahaha, the narrator is going crazy! 】

[Lao Ju: You didn't explain clearly. Of course I broke the window physically!]

[Planner: No, can you play the game according to normal logic?!]

Wang Laoju shrugged, manipulated the mouse, and turned the view back towards the TV.

The Secret of Stamps

The TV still stood there quietly, with occasional flashes of snow on the screen, like a forgotten relic of an old era.

However, Wang Laoju's eyes fell on the postcard note.

——In its corner, a stamp was quietly stuck, with the edges slightly curled, as if it would fall off at any time.

He turned his wrist, picked up the piece of glass again, and gently ran it across the edge of the stamp.

"Thorn-"

The stamp was cut off intact and lay quietly in the center of the screen, like some kind of hidden prop.

The narrator's voice had a tone of self-abandonment: "Go ahead and tear everything down."

"You've already started anyway."

The audience in the live broadcast room were laughing like crazy.

[Hahahaha, the narrator has completely given up resistance! ]

[Why does it feel like Lao Ju has turned this game into a demolition simulator?!]

[Planner: Please, don't tear it down, it will really collapse! ]

However, the narrator's voice then added a hint of sarcasm: "So what are you going to do with that stamp? Are you going to stamp it on the email?"

Wang Laoju snorted, manipulated the mouse, put the stamp aside temporarily, and slowly turned his view to the dial on the other side of the TV.

【Three-digit password】

The dial is still quietly embedded in the side of the TV. The surface is a little worn, but it can still be seen clearly——

Three number balls: 1, 7, 8.

"This should be after the picture is found...we can get a three-digit code."

Wang Laoju murmured softly, tapping the table with his fingers, thinking about what to do next.

“I can’t use it yet.”

However, just as he was about to switch perspectives, the snowflakes on the screen suddenly flickered violently, as if disturbed by some unknown force, and the entire screen shook violently!
The narrator's voice suddenly became anxious: "User...what on earth did you do?!"

The corners of Wang Laoju's mouth slowly rose, revealing a meaningful smile.

He slowly reached out, manipulated the mouse, and prepared to try to rotate the dial.

However, just as he was about to touch the dial—

The screen suddenly went black.

"Shh! It's those characters!"

The narrator's voice suddenly lowered, with a hint of nervousness and excitement, as if he was afraid of being heard by some being outside.

Wang Laoju manipulated the mouse and slowly pushed open the door. The perspective switched and the world outside the screen suddenly unfolded.

This is a typical Victorian neighborhood. The cobblestone roads are shrouded in fog, and the dim street lights barely cast a weak light, outlining the contours of the old buildings.

Not far away, an apartment with Gothic decorations stood quietly, with the doorplate reading:

William M. Stanford

In front of the door, two familiar figures were standing there talking. Holmes was wearing his signature dark windbreaker, his monocle slightly reflecting the light of the street lamp, and he was twirling his pipe in his hand, his expression calm and focused.

Watson stood beside him, his arms folded across his chest, a look of helplessness on his face.

Holmes raised his hand and knocked gently on the door, his tone calm and firm: "Mr. William, open the door, I am your neighbor, Sherlock Holmes."

The live broadcast room exploded instantly——

[??? The real Sherlock Holmes appears?!]

[How outrageous is this game's worldview?!]

So, who is William M. Stanford?!

However, there was no response from behind the door, only silence.

Watson sighed, spread his hands, and said with obvious helplessness: "It's useless, Holmes."

He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, his eyes swept across the closed door lock, and his tone was calm and rational: "What we need is a key."

"A key that can open the door?"

Holmes raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, and slowly turned his head to look at Watson, his eyes full of disappointment: "You disappoint me, my friend."

He shook his head slightly, a meaningful smile on his lips: "Can you be a little creative?"

“Dare to associate.”

“Especially using four-dimensional thinking.”

Watson frowned, crossed his arms, and there was a hint of hesitation in his voice: "You mean like you... think?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room has gone completely crazy.

[Four-dimensional thinking?! Holmes, are you hinting at a BUG operation?!]

[Could this game really use an "alternative" method to solve puzzles?]

[Laoju, try breaking the routine! ]

Wang Laoju snorted lightly, controlled the mouse, slowly turned the view, swept his eyes across the street, and finally fell on the ground beneath his feet.

【Miracle of Fist】

"...Four-dimensional thinking, huh? Okay."

Wang Laoju raised the corner of his mouth slightly, reached out to control the mouse, and punched the screen hard.

"boom!!"

A crisp sound of metal collision was heard, and then a penny bounced out from an unknown corner, drew an elegant parabola, and finally fell to the ground with a crisp impact sound.

Watson's eyes lit up slightly. He bent down to pick up the coin, turned it over in his hand, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Today is really a lucky day."

He flipped the coin gently and jokingly said, "Looks like it's enough for you to pay your share of the rent."

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he controlled the mouse. Before the coin was about to enter the UI icon of the game, he quickly picked up the glass piece, accurately cut the background board, and peeled the coin off the icon!
"Ding!"

The system prompt sounded and the coin fell into the player's inventory.

The narrator's voice suddenly exploded: "Oh my God! User! Stop cheating!"

The audience in the live broadcast room has gone completely crazy.

【Hahahaha, the narration collapsed! 】

[This isn't just a "different kind of puzzle" anymore! Lao Ju is actually dismantling the game system!]

[Planner: Please, stop playing with bugs!!!]

However, while Wang Laoju was still thinking about how to use the coin, Watson frowned slightly, his eyes swept around, and his expression gradually became serious.

He spoke slowly, a hint of caution in his tone: "Holmes? I seem to hear someone talking secretly around me."

Holmes raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes darting around like a knife, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. "Some voice, with a Russian accent."

The live broadcast room exploded instantly.

Russian accent?!

[Fuck, this isn't the narration?!]

[Wait, Holmes actually "heard" us?!]

However, Holmes just sighed softly, put the pipe to his lips, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

“But I’m not Russian.”

Wang Laoju: "..."

Studio:"……"

【hahahahahahahahahahaha】

[Planners, what on earth are you doing!!!]

[The narrator is crazy! Holmes is crazy too!]

Wang Laoju touched his chin gently, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“…It’s a bit interesting.”

He manipulated the mouse and slowly put the coin into his pocket. He turned his view slightly and his eyes fell on the door lock.

……

There was a strange quietness in the air.

The fog slowly drifted across the streets, like a thin curtain, vaguely separating reality from the unknown.

Watson suddenly stopped, frowned slightly, and glanced around vigilantly. He said in a low and cautious tone: "There, do you hear it?"

His voice seemed to create a ripple in the night, but was quickly swallowed up.

Holmes stood beside him, his head slightly tilted, his deep gaze sweeping over everything around him, a thoughtful smile curling up at the corner of his mouth: "I only hear the soft rustling of the wind."

He paused, and uttered an extremely unusual judgment—

"With a Russian accent."

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

[??? The wind can even have a Russian accent?!]

[Holmes, are you really not talking to the narrator?!]

[What the hell is going on with this game's worldview?!]

However, Wang Laoju didn't say much, but just licked his lips lightly, his eyes slightly focused, and he controlled the mouse to slowly turn the view back to the corner of the room.

His eyes fell on the back of the TV.

[Disassembling a TV]

The back of the TV is covered with old screws, which are quietly embedded in the casing, like some kind of seal, preventing players from peeking into its internal structure.

Wang Laoju smiled slightly, reached out and took out the coin he had just stolen from the inventory, turned his wrist, aimed it at the screw, and gently twisted it -

"Click——"

The first screw fell off and rolled to the floor with a crisp metallic clang.

Without pausing, he continued to spin the coin in one smooth motion, and soon—

The second, third, and fourth screws were all removed!

"Ding--"

The moment the last screw fell to the ground, the entire back panel of the TV suddenly loosened, revealing its internal structure.

However, what appeared before Wang Laoju's eyes were not normal electronic components, but...

A false setting.

There is no circuit inside it, no circuit board, not even a cable, only a background board printed with a fake circuit pattern, like a prop from a stage play, deliberately placed there in an attempt to deceive anyone who tries to spy on its secrets.

The narrator's voice suddenly exploded, with an unconcealable surprise and uneasiness in his tone: "Where is the circuit of the display?"

"It looks like a game set."

"So this is what the back of it looks like."

The audience in the live broadcast room also exploded instantly.

[Holy crap?! This TV is fake?!]

[It's not an electronic device at all, it's a set?!]

[So, is this world "real"?!]

However, Wang Laoju just smiled slightly, controlled the mouse, slowly slid the view angle, and fixed his eyes on the gap in the background board.

"...Hey, I know what you're going to do!"

The narrator's voice suddenly became hurried, as if he had finally noticed something was wrong. His tone was filled with obvious anger: "How dare you help them...!" (End of this chapter)