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

He stood in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by complex mechanical devices, the walls were covered with ancient gears and pipes, and the air was filled with a faint smell of motor oil.

There was a huge machine placed on the ground, its surface covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it had not been started for a long time.

However, just as he was about to approach, the narrator's voice suddenly sounded, with a clear warning in his tone: "Don't touch that machine. It doesn't look like it's plugged in anyway."

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

【??? What's wrong with the narration's tone?!】

Wait, why does it specifically emphasize "doesn't look like it's plugged in"?

[Lao Ju, please, don't touch it. The mechanisms in this game are unreasonable!]

However, Wang Laoju just licked his lips lightly, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"...Oh? Why does it sound like you're hinting at me giving it a try?"

He controlled the mouse and slowly stretched out his hand, ready to press a button on the machine.

However, just as my fingertip was about to touch the button——

The picture on the screen suddenly went black.

……

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes, manipulated the mouse to slowly move the viewing angle, and turned the screen to the back of the scene.

The light here was dimmer than elsewhere, as if it were a deliberately hidden corner. The mottled, dark texture of the walls resembled wrinkled, old skin, revealing the erosion of time. The floor was covered with heavy wooden planks, and every step brought a dull echo. The air was filled with a faint dust, like a relic long untouched, forgotten in the cracks of time.

Wang Laoju controlled the character to explore around, his eyes scanning the details, and finally found something unusual in an inconspicuous corner - a screw, nailed alone on a piece of yellowed paper, like some kind of hasty but deliberate seal.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"Oh? There's something hidden in a place like this?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly scrolled up——

[Fuck, Lao Ju's gaming instincts kicked in again!]

[This screw has a very strong presence! ]

[Planner, come out! Is this a deliberate Easter egg?!]

Wang Laoju snorted lightly, controlled the mouse, and slowly moved the cursor to the screw.

The narration on the screen suddenly jumped out, the tone was hurried, and even revealed a hint of anxiety -

"User, stop messing around. We should go back to the room we started from."

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry for me to go back?" Wang Laoju said in a long voice, with a hint of teasing in her eyes, "You say that as if I really listen to you."

He clicked the screw without hesitation.

"Click——"

A crisp sound of loosening metal rang out amidst the game sound effects, and the yellow paper swayed slightly, as if it had finally broken free from its restraints, revealing the contents underneath a corner.

However, at this moment, a clear and strange bell sound suddenly rang out, as if a long-dormant mechanism was triggered, and the atmosphere of the entire scene froze in an instant.

Holmes appeared on the other side of the screen. He frowned slightly, his deep gaze sweeping around, and his deep voice carried a hint of inquiry: "What's that bell-like sound?"

His voice echoed in the silent space, like some invisible warning, reminding everyone present that something had changed.

Watson stood beside him, swallowing uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on an ancient device in the center of the room. His brow furrowed, a hint of unease in his voice: "I think the sound is coming from this strange device."

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded instantly——

[Holy crap! Did I trigger a hidden plot?!]

[There is definitely something wrong with this device! ]

[Bell sound + unknown mechanism = horror game law]

Wang Laoju licked his lips and slowly moved the mouse closer to the device.

The device in the center of the image resembles an antique communication device, its outer shell made of brass and ebony, covered in delicate carvings, exuding a rich Victorian style. A series of blurred numbers are engraved on the central dial, and an old receiver hangs quietly on its side, as if waiting for an unknown call.

Holmes raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes fixed on the device, and a thoughtful smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, yes, Mr. William told me. That is the prototype of Antonio Meucci's telephone."

He gently stroked the edge of the device, his tone filled with appreciation and inquiry: "This way you can chat instantly with people far away."

Watson narrowed his eyes slightly, examining the device carefully, his tone revealing a hint of disbelief and surprise: "Wow! How many devices like this are there?"

Holmes shrugged his shoulders and said briskly and casually, "That's it."

Watson was silent for a moment, then spread out his hands and shook his head helplessly: "Then it's useless."

The audience in the live broadcast room has been laughing like crazy——

[Watson's logic is so clear! ]

[Hahahaha, the standalone version of WeChat is unusable! ]

Holmes: This is the pinnacle of technology! Watson: If it can't be used, it's garbage!

However, the narration on the screen once again jumped out impatiently, with a strong sense of unease in his tone——

"User, stop messing around. We should go back to the room we started from."

"We might be able to find a way out."

"Don't mess with everything you come across."

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a meaningful smile.

“…I’ll touch it, I’ll touch it.”

He finished speaking, and without hesitation, the mouse clicked the receiver on the device.

--"drop--"

In an instant, the entire screen suddenly went dark, as if all the light was instantly sucked away, and the picture turned into a deep darkness.

Then, a low humming sound slowly sounded, as if some long-lost electromagnetic wave signal was reconnected. Immediately afterwards, a faint electrical noise came from the receiver, as if something was trying to establish contact with the world.

Holmes' eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly reached out, picked up the receiver, and put it to his ear.

He listened quietly for a few seconds, the smile on his face gradually faded, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes were so deep as if he saw some unspeakable truth.

Watson keenly noticed his abnormality and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? What did you hear?"

Holmes slowly put down the receiver, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. His eyes swept around the room and finally landed in Wang Laoju's direction. His tone was calm but revealed a hint of inexplicable meaning: "...someone is talking to us."

The live broadcast room fell into a brief silence.

Then--

【? ? ? ? ? 】

[Holy crap, Holmes heard us?!]

[Game planner, come out here! What the hell is going on?!]

Wang Laoju's pupils shrank slightly, and he manipulated the mouse to adjust the viewing angle. The image on the screen slowly lit up again, but the light in the entire room became even weirder.

The shadows on the wall seemed to grow thicker, as if something was quietly moving within. A faint whisper filled the air, as if being silently observed by some unknown being.

The narrator's voice sounded again, and this time, its tone was filled with obvious fear and panic.

"User...what did you do?"

Wang Laoju licked his lips, his eyes flashing with excitement, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a playful smile.

“…This time, it seems like things are going too far.”

"You'll let them find us!"

The narrator's voice suddenly exploded, with obvious fear and anxiety.

Wang Laoju manipulated the mouse and continued to adjust the viewing angle, a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Hey, what, are you starting to get scared?"

The image on the screen trembled slightly, as if the entire game code was instinctively resisting his manipulation. "Besides, it's just a mess of pixelated porridge!"

"Besides, I don't have a magnifying glass with me!"

Wang Laoju narrowed her eyes slightly and keenly caught a key word in the narration - magnifying glass.

"Oh?" He scoffed, a meaningful smile on his face, "You shouldn't have reminded me."

The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly scrolled up——

[Hahahaha, the narrator gave away the clue again! ]

[Lao Ju: If you hadn't mentioned it, I really hadn't noticed it. Now that you mentioned it, I'm definitely going to look for it!]

The planning team cried: "How many times has the narration screwed itself over?!"

Wang Laoju quickly switched scenes, and the picture changed, entering another unfamiliar space.

The light here was even dimmer than before, and the air was filled with a faint damp smell, like an old warehouse forgotten in the cracks of time. The wooden beams were covered with thick dust, and occasionally a few strands of spider silk drifted down.

He looked around carefully and finally found an old window in a corner. A huge moon was hanging outside the window, and its silvery-white light was shining on the ground, like a dream.

However, under the moonlight, a familiar object could be vaguely seen—

magnifier.

But it was completely hidden in the shadows, as if it was suppressed by the moon and could not be touched.

Wang Laoju licked her lips lightly, her eyes narrowed slightly. "...Okay, you're playing this kind of trick, right?"

He walked to the control panel without hesitation, and with a light tap of his finger, started the ancient machine.

"Om-"

A dull mechanical roar sounded, and the old gears slowly turned, as if some sleeping giant beast was awakened.

The moon on the screen actually moved slowly as the machine operated, and was slowly pulled back from its original position, revealing the magnifying glass that was blocked by it.

The narrator's voice suddenly exploded, with obvious frustration and helplessness——

"Did you really just... pull the moon back?"

Wang Laoju scoffed, "What else? Should we wait for it to move away on its own?"

The audience in the live broadcast room has been laughing like crazy——

【Hahahaha, Moon: I'm just passing by, don't pull me! 】

[The planning team is really crazy, how did they make this game?! ]

[Lao Ju's actions are beyond the comprehension of the game planners! ]

Wang Laoju ignored the narrator's protests and controlled the mouse to return to the previous scene.

At this moment, in the room, Holmes was standing in front of an old instrument, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes scanning the interior of the device sharply.

Watson stood beside him, a helpless expression on his face: "It looks like the fuse is blown."

Holmes sighed, a hint of impatience in his eyes: "Think of a solution quickly, my dear Watson. I haven't finished my investigation yet."

Wang Laoju glanced at the screen and had a plan in mind. He went around to another scene and saw the magnifying glass that had been blocked before.

however--

It still cannot be picked up directly.

"...Are you going to do something else?" Wang Laoju tapped the table lightly, thinking about what to do next.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed a detail——

If you drag the eyeball icon on the screen to the three primary colors of paper on the wall, the color of the eyeball will actually change!

Wang Laoju narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose, revealing a playful smile: "...Interesting."

He quickly tried it, dragging the eyeball icon to the yellow area.

In an instant, the eyeball turned into a bright yellow sphere, like a magic prop dyed with color.

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded instantly——

【??? What kind of magical interaction mechanism is this?!】

[Eyeballs can change color?! What the hell is the setting of this game?!]

[Laoju, let's see if we can do something with this yellow ball!]

Wang Laoju didn't hesitate and quickly dragged the yellow ball back to the railroad scene.

Sure enough, he found that the railroad track was missing an H-shaped wooden board and could not be completely spliced ​​together.

"……oh?"

Wang Laoju raised his eyebrows slightly, then quickly switched back to the previous room, his eyes falling on Mr. William lying on the ground.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a dangerous smile: "...It seems that we can only use the old method."

Without hesitation, he took out the fist icon from the inventory and pointed it at Mr. William——

Then, output like crazy!
"Bang! Bang! Bang—!"

Mr. William's screams echoed in the room, the sound was shrill and desperate.

Watson's face turned ugly in an instant. He covered his ears with a painful expression: "I can't stand his screaming."

He turned to look at Holmes, his tone almost pleading: "Use your Barton technique to kill him, Holmes."

The narrator's voice exploded instantly, with obvious anger and fear—

"How dare you steal letters from William's scream?! Put that H back!"

"You have no right to use this letter H!"

Wang Laoju laughed and manipulated the mouse to drag the H he had just "plucked" onto the railroad tracks.

"Click——"

Perfect fit.

The narrator's voice was completely broken: "You just... repaired the railroad tracks with the letters of an onomatopoeia?!"

"But that doesn't make any sense!"

"You might as well... uh... use a monkey to operate the hydraulic pliers... how stupid!"

"But what really frustrates me is..."

"That's really helpful..."

The barrage in the live broadcast room has exploded——

【Hahahaha, the narrator has given up thinking! 】

[Using letters to repair the railroad tracks, Lao Ju's logic is completely out of control! ]

[Planning Team: Please, don't do this anymore. We really haven't written this kind of interaction before! ! ! ]

Wang Laoju snorted lightly, manipulated the mouse, and pushed the car on the track to the side.

As expected, the ground that was originally blocked was revealed——

A screw sat quietly there, as if waiting to be discovered.

Wang Laoju used a coin to turn the screw without hesitation, and the picture trembled slightly.

By the time the perspective switched back to the original scene, the magnifying glass had been successfully removed.

He narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up, revealing a satisfied smile: "Okay, the puzzle is solved." (End of this chapter)