After hearing that the so-called underground arena is for watching the competition, Wen Jin took DeWitt to buy a circle of delicious food from the surrounding stalls. He almost bought all the good ones, and then he was full Go in the direction of the underground arena.
During the buying process, many enthusiastic merchants would curiously ask DeWitt where they were going next when they saw that DeWitt was full of food.
When they got the answer that it was the underground arena, the expressions of several merchants were not quite right.
"Why do they all have this expression?" After walking away, Wen Jin turned to Devitt next to him, "Do you think I eat too much?"
He said, looking at the big and small bags in DeWitt's hand, he thought it was okay, there were only dozens of pieces of meat, dozens of pieces of toast and a few servings of ice cream. Already restrained enough.
"Very few." DeWitt said very against his will, "Maybe he felt the occasion was wrong."
"The occasion is wrong?" Wen Jin bit off a large bunch of tender roast beef, "Why is the occasion wrong?"
There is no need for DeWitt to answer this question. The next moment Wen Jin stepped into the gate of the underground arena, she understood the reason.
The only thing I saw was a long black corridor, which was very different from Wen Jin's former research institute or military headquarters. It is not clean, not clear, not bright, and there is a dirty feeling around it, as if something is stuck to the walls, and there is a bloody smell in the air.
Very light, very light, but it couldn't escape Wen Jin's nose.
The tip of his nose moved slightly, and his eyes couldn't help squinting. He doesn't hate the smell of blood. If the time is special, the appropriate smell of blood will make Wen Jin excited. This is the instinct of monsters. Will hate the smell of blood. However, the smell of blood mixed in the air here is different, not to mention the difference between the old and the new, it is also intertwined with a bunch of mixed smells, stench, muddy, heavy, and somewhat nauseating.
In particular, the people who opened this underground arena seemed to be deliberately creating some atmosphere, so they didn't deal with the smell very carefully, and Wen Jin's nose is more sensitive than ordinary people, so she stopped immediately and wanted to get a second one. The action of meat skewers.
"Uncomfortable?" DeWitt noticed Wen Jin's actions and frowned.
Wen Jin furrowed his eyebrows in response. When he ate the beef just now, he still thought it was delicious, but now with this taste, he suddenly felt disgusted. Even the meat in DeWitt's hand felt unpalatable. up.
"The smell is too bad." After wiping her mouth scribbled, Wen Jin sucked out some aura from the constant stone, made a small whirlwind with magic running under her nose, and performed a simple air freshening spell. The smell dissipated a lot in an instant, but Wen Jin still felt a little uncomfortable. He frowned and glanced at DeWitt, and suddenly stepped forward, burying the tip of his nose on the other's shoulder.
DeWitt's body froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect Wen Jin to pounce on him so suddenly.
Moreover, the height difference between the two was just right, and Wen Jin could touch DeWitt's shoulder as long as he lowered his head slightly.
After a pause, Devitt reached out and patted Wen Jin's waist.
They entered the arena halfway, and there were not many people coming and going, but they all noticed the two of them, and several of them turned their heads curiously. In an underground place like this, everyone wears some coverings on their faces, so they are called The scene where the eyes of this group of people meet is still a bit bleak.
However, DeWitt didn't seem to see it, "The smell inside may be stronger, otherwise I won't read it."
DeWitt's unique smell mixed into Wen Jin's mind, and the disgusting feeling just now subsided a lot in an instant. After recovering, Wen Jin shook his head, "No, I'd better go in and have a look."
There was a flash of light at the end of the corridor. Although there was still some distance, Wen Jin could faintly hear the cheers and shouts of some people.
"Two gentlemen." After walking through the long corridor for a while, they were stopped by a woman wearing a fox mask when they finally came to the door of the hall. invitation."
Wen Jin stared at the other party's fox mask for a while, and always felt that it was a bit weird for the white fox face to be on someone else's face. After a pause, she turned to look at DeWitt, not knowing what an invitation letter was.
As expected, DeWitt was ready for everything.
After receiving the invitation, the masked lady bent her eyes at them and reminded, "This show has reached the fifth session, but the excitement has just begun. I wish you two gentlemen a happy viewing."
After that, they stepped into the arena.
"What is an invitation letter?" Wen Jin asked curiously after walking in.
"Identity verification." DeWitt summed it up briefly. In fact, this kind of black market is semi-open. And all the players inside have signed voluntary contracts.
A black market like this usually only needs to buy tickets to enter, and it doesn't even avoid the inspection of the stability maintenance team. However, when he came in today, DeWitt didn't see any place selling tickets. He immediately asked someone to check and got two invitation letters.
"Whoever wants to come in?" Wen Jin asked.
"Well." Devitt nodded, "The invitation letter means that there will be a very special event today. Only old customers who have left their names before such an event will have the opportunity to accept the invitation and go to watch it."
Wen Jin nodded, she understood, and found a seat a little behind with DeWitt. At this moment, the referee had already held the hand of one of them on the stage.
Wen Jin looked at the ceremony with some curiosity, and continued to walk forward with DeWitt.
Wen Jin stuffed those foods into her own space. DeWitt’s space doesn’t have the effect of maintaining heat, but his can. Although Wen Jin felt a little disgusted at the time, after she calmed down a little, I still want to put things away and eat them when I get back.
However, just as they met in the corridor before, there were quite a few spectators who were late like them, or in other words, were waiting for this time.
One of the evidences is that not long after Wen Jin sat down, someone approached him. The man was wearing a grimace mask with a polite smile in his exposed eyes.
"Hey sir, is anyone with you?"
Wen Jin raised her head, glanced at the other party, shook her head casually, and looked away after she was done, looking at the surrounding environment little by little.
But what he didn't notice was that when he turned his head away, the man who had hit on him just now still had his eyes fixed on his mask, his eyes staring straight.
Although Wen Jin's face is covered with a full-face mask chosen by DeWitt, his eyes are still exposed, and anyone who has seen his face knows how attractive Wen Jin's eyes are.
So the man stood there for a few seconds, and waited until his companion came up to take pictures of him before he came back to his senses, and when he came back to his senses and subconsciously glanced at the seat next to Wen Jin, he couldn't help it. Can't stop.
Sitting next to Wen Jin was a tall man with a dark mask, his eyes were staring at him oppressively.
"Hey, Fei... I found a place with a better view below, let's go there?" The man's companion shouted from a distance and saw that there was no response, so he got closer and moved closer to him.
The man subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he was forced back by DeWitt's eyes.
"Okay, come." The man finally replied, before leaving, he still stared at Wen Jin reluctantly for a long time, and finally chose the seat two rows below him.
"Didn't he ask if there is anyone here?" Wen Jin glanced at the man's back, his eyes showing a bit of curiosity, "Here, did you mean to sit here by asking if there is anyone?"
DeWitt didn't change his face, "No, just ask."
Wen Jin raised her eyebrows, "This greeting is really strange."
"Yes." DeWitt responded calmly, and then used the same method during the next ten minutes or so to drive away countless people who tried to sit next to Wen Jin.
Until the end of the fifth session, a kid who was not too old came in bouncingly and asked Wen Jin the same sentence.
At this time, Wen Jin didn't want to talk to these "just asking" people anymore, and the child was not very interested in responding. When the child saw that he asked Wen Jin, he ignored him and looked around. It seemed that there was really no better seat than this, so he simply sat down.
Wen Jin didn't feel it when the child was standing, but he could already feel it when he sat down. With this kind of chair, the child couldn't even touch the ground after sitting down.
This age is really quite young.
And such a place is really not like a place where children would come in Wen Jin's memory.
"Is this... also your custom?" Wen Jin blinked and asked DeWitt curiously.
"No." DeWitt shook his head.
Just when Wen Jin got the answer and stared at the child curiously, there was a burst of cheers from the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the first five sessions of this fantasy arena have just ended!" Wen Jin saw a woman standing on the stage wearing a fox mask from a distance. The lady who stopped them at the door was exactly the same.
Wen Jin snorted immediately.
"It's the staff." DeWitt introduced, "The staff here all use uniform masks."
Wen Jin paused, nodded to show she knew, but felt a little strange, "Why is it a fox's?"
DeWitt also felt quite puzzled about this, but he didn't come to such occasions often in the past, and his understanding of the arena was basically started after he returned to the inland, so he couldn't give Wen Jin an answer.
"Because a famous fox appeared in Assyria recently, don't you know?" At this moment, the little boy sitting next to Wen Jin suddenly spoke.
Wen Jin turned her head and looked at the little boy sitting next to her. The moment he said it, Wen Jin actually understood who the other party was talking about, but she still asked with a look of interest, " I don’t know, isn’t the fox so famous, so handsome?”
The boy seemed to hesitate for a moment, and turned his eyes to look at Wen Jin with some curiosity, as if he didn't understand why he didn't know why this incident happened on this occasion, but after a pause, the little boy still I spoke.
"Not handsome, it is said that it is the latest secret weapon developed by the scientific research institute. It looks so ugly, with three heads, six arms, and eight eyes!" The little boy stretched out his hands exaggeratedly while talking.
Wen Jin's smile gradually disappeared from his face, and he suddenly remembered the rumors he saw on the Internet after that day. He never expected that those rumors would actually spread in the end? And everyone really... believe it
While they were talking, the lady on the stage seemed to announce something, which caused a burst of carnival from the audience.
Seeing the intense reaction from the audience, Miss Mask blinked his eyes with exaggerated make-up, "Then, next, please pay attention to the sixth match of Fantasy Arena!"
Accompanied by her crisp voice and the echoing voice of the audience, a boxer that Wen Jin had seen not long ago appeared on the stage, and a four-legged monster similar in shape to the Tiger King appeared on the stage.
Wen Jin was taken aback.
"As the sixth special welfare game in this game, all spectators' bets will eventually be returned, and the amount earned by the winner will be borne by the arena. It should be noted in advance that this game does not use any weapons. ---Civilized fighting."
The lady's playful and intentionally lengthened ending sound drew booing from the audience.
"Whoa, it's been so many times that I still don't know your pee sex, get off, get off! Let them do it!"
"I crush Sisi, Sisi is the most heroic man in the arena, he can definitely beat that beast to the ground---"
"Sissi! Sisi! Sisi!"
Accompanied by cheers, Wen Jin narrowed his eyes.
He sensed the Qi beast, and something seemed wrong.
"What is civilized fighting?" Before the opening, Wen Jin turned her head and asked DeWitt the last question.
The lights in the arena were very dim, and the place where they were sitting was relatively remote. There was very little light on DeWitt's face, and Wen Jin couldn't see the other party's expression clearly. If one of the parties dies, the game will not stop."
Wen Jin paused, and then, he saw a group of people approaching the gate they had just entered.
It was a group of people, a large number, at least eight to ten people, and centered on the one with the lowest height in the middle. As soon as they came in, they were invited into the cubicle of the VIP private room on the second floor.
Wen Jin looked over and smelled a very familiar scent. Before he could remember who it was, a whistle sounded and the game officially started.