1.
The planning team exploded again.
After an emergency meeting, they decided to cut off the clues of "Bai Lin". Fortunately, it was not played in real time, otherwise there would be nowhere to cry. It's a pity that they arranged a cool martyr story line for the "leader", and it's all over now.
Yakovsky thinks that clue is very good, it perfectly reflects the fantasy of Bai Lin in the upper city - of course it is not from the lower city, and it has nothing to do with the lower city. The creator can only create his own shadow, and the god of war at the pinnacle of the entertainment industry is naturally just a huge reflection created in the world for nearly ten years.
Right now, half of the planning team's energy was devoted to the summer route. This sudden sniper made the entire backstage panicky, and all staff worked overtime.
This is the most mentioned thing in the planned instant chat software, full of various interjections.
"What the hell is going on in his mind!"
"I don't understand, that's Bai Lin!"
"There is no sign! He is crazy!"
"What is he dissatisfied with—"
But no matter how you say it, you still have to work overtime. The clues of a star of Xia Tian's level are the highlight of the whole show. There are a lot of people watching every minute, and a huge amount of money is involved. No mistakes or omissions are allowed.
Yakovsky sat on his throne piled with screens, wine bottles and snack bags, watching Xia Tian's rapidly increasing number of fans, and the star he created shining brightly above the floating city, no one could ignore it.
Three hours ago, they found Xia Tian in the massacre in District N.
Through a large number of civilian lives secretly filmed by Fujin TV during the riots, with a little imagination and perfect editing, they spelled out the story.
Fujin TV broadcasted the highlight of this time.
The thirteen-year-old Xia Tian appeared in the carefully edited video, his hair was tied casually with a leather ring as old as now, his smile was bright, and he was obviously overactive.
He was helping out at a repair shop called United Family. Downtown, a boy his age had to earn money to support his family.
The repair shop owner's daughter is Xiao Xu, she likes to laugh, and she also likes to bring Xia Tian around to cause trouble. She was one year older than him, only fourteen.
Although people now talk about the massacre, they usually say "the entire N area", but this is not accurate.
After the Global Defense Department failed to suppress the riots, it outsourced the work of eliminating the rebels to Fujin TV Station. In the upper city, the government department has always been weak and marginal.
And the professional planners of Fujin Group came up with the most bloody, gimmick and rating-stimulating drama that they could think of overnight.
Jakovsky clearly remembered the situation at that time. The TV station initially judged that the "full encapsulation" was to be carried out from District 1 to District 17.
Later, the number of purchases soared, and they quietly added two more districts.
The whole thing went on for a month and thirteen days, until there was no one there.
Xia Tian and the United Family Repair Factory will be in the N19 area after that.
The massacre in District N started with a mutated mouse carrying a virus. Within three days, this large district of more than three million people was turned into a hell on earth.
From the twelfth hour, things started to get out of control. Xia Tian and the girl named Xiao Xu escaped from the repair shop. They even lived together for a while, but on the twenty-seventh day, she got infected.
What she became later on... It doesn't matter if I don't talk about it.
When Xia Tian killed her, his face was expressionless, very calm. He still looks very childish, but there is a kind of complete despair for the future in his eyes that only some adults have.
After he killed her, he stared at the body for two seconds, then turned and left. He was wounded and limping, with the cold, determined, exhausted gait of a battle-hardened soldier.
In addition, the planners also found a set of shots that had never been released to the public, and found that it was also summer.
He was sitting in a corner of a house, with his hands on his knees and his head bowed. They looked up the timing of this sequence... He just sat there for three hours and twenty minutes.
In the darkness, he maintained a motionless posture like this, and some people wondered if he was crying.
But then he finally looked up and didn't cry. He tidied his hair carefully and tied it up meticulously, with a serious expression, like an adult who decided to do a big thing, so he had to take care of his appearance.
Then he left the room, and the camera bug that followed him was attacked and could not be rebroadcasted. The planning team researched it and found that it was killed by him, but they didn't know how to do it.
Xia Tian passed through the city where monsters wandered like this. No one knew what he did after that, only that he finally escaped from the encapsulation area. After nearly ten years, he came to the killing show in the upper city because of the felony of serial murder.
Yakovsky glanced at the real-time data. The speed of this video in summer reached a terrifying peak. It can be said that everyone in the world was watching and discussing what happened at that time.
It was the massacre commemoration show in District N, and the heat of this topic burned the whole sky red. Even Georg called several times, and later came over in person to supervise the scene and praised him severely. After a while, he still didn't give him a holiday.
These are all expected by Jakovsky.
Of course, summer will be popular, this is a "resurrection" that is enough to envelop the glorious aura of the massacre.
Georg was still talking on the phone about how to further build the summer, but Jakovsky felt that it was only a matter of time before he reached the top.
That was the halo of the massacre in the N area.
At the time of the massacre, Jakovsky was a marginal player on the broadcast.
Everyone participated, where they watched other people die tragically day after day, and found the right angle. All civilians, and so many children—
At that time, he thought to himself that they must pay a price for doing such a thing.
Uptown keeps saying "the whole thing ended up being entertaining," but it's not. They couldn't get over the carnage, which screamed in the subconscious of everyone Uptown, convincing people that it answered some important question, important enough to fill the colossal death toll.
So all interpretations are not strong enough.
So they persisted in asking, just as the ancients asked the corpse of the priest, thinking that they could find in it a great, mysterious answer to the most important question. Even if they don't even know what the problem is.
Yakovsky looked at the screen, and Xia Tian, who slowly stood up from the dark corner, carefully arranged his hair. He was only thirteen years old, but it was the eyes of an adult who was going to die with his heart ashamed.
If you have loved something deeply and then lost it, you will not be indifferent to such pain.
Audiences love this, but for reasons some sadists will never understand. For them, the killing show is a tortured game, and people like Xia Tian are the best material.
It's just... viewers keep claiming to like villains, but they don't.
As much as people like to pretend they're ruthless, that's just one of the far too many things Uptown's psychedelics cover up.
In fact, what people want to see is always emotion, to see humanity, to see love, struggle and victory, to see some kind of distilled experience and conclusion, to get an answer, to escape the present pain.
Now, countless frenzied and puzzled faces will turn to Xia Tian, open the mouth to inquire, and listen.
And this time, the subject of the question is still alive.
On the main screen, the video of Xia Tian killing the "leader", the muzzle fire flashed sharply, illuminating his face, his face was spattered with blood...
Yakovsky turned off the video. He watched it several times, but still felt as if his heart was being held by a murderous hand.
Summer is completely out of control. He suddenly thought, we have always treated him as a star, as if calling him that and making him smile at the camera meant that he was really obedient.
He was a bloody, angry outlaw who was now on his way to the top of the world's entertainment industry, and they didn't have a chain to hold him.
Jakovsky leaned back in his chair and picked up his glass again.
Really exciting, he likes this star.
Xia Tian turned around and decided to repair the extended off-road vehicle.
He happily told Bai Jing'an that he liked this car very much, and it was the first car he repaired when he was a child.
Bai Jing'an pulled him over and sat down, and applied medicine to the wound.
Tactic Planning's face was also splashed with blood, he only wiped it casually, and his hair was also messed up, looking a little embarrassed, Xia Tian felt that this look suits him quite well.
He raised his hand to smooth Bai Jingan's upturned hair, the man was treating the wound with a cold face, when he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.
There was something strange in his expression, which lit up the usual coldness and gloom, making him look a little strange at first glance. But it was familiar, the one who flashed past in the occasional killing.
The man finally appeared in front of him this time, looking him straight in the eyes.
Under the low-key and plain face is a soul with great anger. When staring at people, the whole garage becomes gloomy and cold. Xia Tian's back was tense, and there was an indistinct commotion in his body, which made him subconsciously want to take a gun and destroy something.
Then Bai Jingan smiled at him and said, "You really don't stop."
There was something sharp and dangerous about that smile, like a bloodstained blade, reflecting a cold white light under the fluorescent lights of the downtown.
Xia Tian unconsciously smiled at him, Bai Jing'an stood up and said, "Let's get started."
2.
Several Killing Show contestants got to know each other.
Wen Feng is indeed a native of Shangcheng, a sniper who got caught because of a large medical contract. Originally, there were only three people left in the team, and two of them died in one battle. If he survived, all of them would have to be drawn again in the next round. He knows nothing about repairing gasoline cars.
There is also a soldier named Lin Dong, from the L7 area, and his teammate also died, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face. He was seriously injured and couldn't help him for a while.
On the contrary, Feng Dan is an expert, and he prepares tools with Doug with a cold face.
Xia Tian started to repair the car with ease. The engine of this thing was terrible. Bai Jingan dragged an engine out from the scrap pile in the corner of the hall. It turned out to be the enhanced engine of the off-roader No. 7. There was nothing wrong with it. It should be the glorious remnant of the leader's main line .
Xia Tian held a wrench and said to Doug: "Let's talk about it first, I want the car to go to the Hellfire repair shop, you can do it yourself."
"What are you doing there?" Doug said.
Xia Tian smiled at him and said, "Look for someone."
Doug looked at him for a while with perverted eyes, then turned to discuss with Feng Dan. They don't speak unless necessary, but this kind of thing does need to be discussed.
Several people worriedly studied the situation, and finally decided to go the same way with Xia Tian.
——If they are really in the lower city, they can judge the situation according to the situation, such as avoiding dangerous people like Xia Tian. But this is an artificial world. What you need to consider most is not monsters and situations, but the hobbies of planners.
The planners wouldn't like that they were separated from Xia Tian now, it was illogical. And parting ways during the summer "finding someone" will make them look like a bunch of traitors, the kind of people that never end well on a kill show.
There are no accidents in the show, every minute here is costly, countless plans are closely monitored, and occasional accidents are quickly incorporated into the story line.
At this time, they can only hope that Xia Tian will have a bit of a star halo... Although he just killed the organizer's biochemical star. Everyone knows that the star halo on the killing show is basically a bloody halo, and they will receive "special care" wherever they go.
There's no better way to go on a kill show, and there's no other option but to take a risk.
Bai Jing'an rolled up his sleeves to repair the car, an old wound was faintly visible on his arm, extending into the sleeve, it must have been deep before, I don't know how long it was.
Xia Tian glanced at it, then picked up the wrench and got under the car, this thing needs to be tuned up.
There should be no monsters for the time being, and the planners are probably resetting his plot line.
Doug and the others found an extended jeep for repairs. While handing the screwdriver to Feng Dan, he said to Xia Tian, "So, you really know how to cook?"
Xia Tian slid out from under the car, Bai Jingan threw him a hexagonal wrench, lowered his head and continued to tinker with the engine. Xia Tian glanced at Doug and said, "You go to my house after the show, and I'll make it for you to eat."
"Uh, I don't need it." Doug said cautiously, "I just saw your family interview in "Sky Viewpoint".
"They gave a very thoughtful reminder screen with lace."
"So will you do it?"
"Cook some noodles, fry an egg or something."
"Where did you get that big meal?"
"The crew brought it themselves."
"Looks good," Doug said. "Every time the camera turns to you, there's less bacon on your plate."
Xia Tian ignored him.
"Then you didn't cook for Xiaobai every day?" Doug said.
"Xiaobai is your name?" Xia Tian said.
Doug wants to remind him that this is not an exclusive title, but thinking about how Xia Tian shot "Bai Lin" in the head just now, he decided to forget it.
"Okay," he said, "Have you really cooked for Bai Jing'an?"
"Sometimes." Xia Tian said, "Why do you ask this?"
"I'm trying to imagine you cooking," Doug said, "to make you look less kinky."
Xia Tian got out from under the car, squinted at Doug, his face was stained with oil, his hair was messed up, and he looked like a skilled mechanic.
Then he jumped onto the driver's seat, and Bai Jing'an made a gesture. He tried to start the engine.
Xia Tian and Bai Jing'an are both experts in repairing fuel vehicles, and quickly finished the off-road vehicle. Not long after, Doug's extended jeep was also completed.
The white monster outside was still lingering, making a dull whistle-like cry, unable to break in for a while.
Xia Tian started the engine and checked the situation on the dashboard. Everything was normal and ready to go on the road at any time.
"You should sleep for a while." Bai Jing'an said to him, "We still have more than ten hours to work."
They haven't had a chance to sleep since the promotion of the event, Bai Jing'an can still find time to take a nap, Xia Tian is so busy that he doesn't even have time to drink water. He hadn't slept in about thirty hours, and there were no refreshments here.
"I'll keep an eye on it for you," he said.
Xia Tian nodded, turned off the engine, hugged the newly found gun, leaned against the window of the driver's seat, and closed his eyes.
Bai Jing'an looked at him sideways, Xia Tian's face was stained with motor oil, he stretched out his hand to wipe it off without even thinking about it.
He could feel Xia Tian's body tense instantly, the fingers holding the gun retracted, but he didn't move, he just opened his eyes and looked at him.
He just sat quietly by the window, letting Bai Jingan wipe off the oil with his sleeve, and then closed his eyes again.
It's been a smooth journey.
Bai Jing'an drove the car, Xia Tian was in charge of shooting, and even picked up two Killing Show contestants.
When crossing a main street, they saw a tall man wearing a "bloody style" distressed gray canvas jacket, holding a gun in one hand, and holding his belly with the other hand, walking forward step by step.
He walked slowly, but with certainty.
Xia Tian turned his head, and could see that the blood had soaked his shirt, and a one-meter-long steel bar was deeply embedded, almost piercing him.
He obviously knew how to deal with serious injuries, he didn't pull out the murder weapon, Xia Tian knew this style. This man doesn't mind dying, he needs time.
That made Xia Tian take a few more glances, and then found that he still knew him. His name is Eric, he is a soldier by profession, and he is from District N like him. He talked at a party a few days ago and smiled happily.
After the third round, his squad was still full. Now it looks like he's the only one.
Bai Jingan slowed down, Xia Tian whistled at him.
"Hitchhiking?" he said.
The man looked up at him slowly, as if he had lost his ability to respond.
After a while, he opened his lower lip and said, "I'm going to the... courier station in front, and I have to kill a few people."
Xia Tian raised his chin towards the car, indicating that he could take it for a ride.
Eric glanced at him again, walked over silently, and Bai Jingan stopped the car.
He was covered in blood, and he slipped and climbed into the car, but Wen Feng didn't let Wen Feng help him. The sniper brought him a few medical kits, thanks to the leader group's well-stocked supplies.
However, in the lower city, this kind of thing is always rough, and it can stop bleeding and relieve pain, and promote cell growth. Don't count on wound healing.
Eric looked at the medical kit, made a judgment, and pulled out the steel bar inserted into the lower abdomen.
With a horrible expression on his face, Wen Feng immediately tore off the bandage and handed it over.
Eric took it and pressed it on the wound. The blood quickly soaked the bandage, but it slowly stopped spreading. Then he looked up at Xia Tian, and said: "The four of you have given us a hard time."
His eyes were cold, his words were clear, and he was not going to explain in detail.
Xia Tian showed him a smile, bent down to pick up the seized weapon on the seat, and said: "At this time, you need the 'Doomsday Destroyer' commemorative rocket launcher."
Eric raised his hand, took it silently, and searched for an energy gun of the same model and two spherical bombs in the back seat.
The courier station stood far ahead, with only two floors, and someone painted graffiti of a huge fire-breathing monster on the outer wall. This is a house remodeled from the previous surface era, and most of the buildings are underground.
Bai Jing'an stepped on the brakes, and Eric got out of the car with a bunch of weapons. The wound had stopped bleeding, and it probably didn't hurt anymore, but the injury was still serious, and it was a long way from being able to kill.
Eric stretched out his hand towards Xia Tian and said, "Twenty minutes."
Xia Tian stretched out his hand and shook hands with him, the man turned and walked into the gloomy building, carrying not many weapons, under the street scene full of ghosts and shadows, there was a kind of heroism that would never return.
Doug's car ran into a few mutant rats at the back, bombarded them for a while, and then followed up, and said to Xia Tian and the two, "What's wrong?"
Xia Tian made a gesture to him. Wen Feng watched curiously, Xia Tian made a murderous move, but not all.
However, a few people from the lower city stopped asking after reading it, as if they understood enough.
"What's that?" Wen Feng said.
"What?" Xia Tian said, while opening the locker, he dug out the snacks he found in the garage before and began to eat.
Bai Jing'an looked at the building of the courier station for a while, moved the car back a little, found a safe place, and took food from Xia Tian's hand.
"That gesture." Wen Feng said, "What does it mean?"
Xia Tian looked at him inexplicably, Wen Feng made the gesture again.
"That's an action, it probably means..." Xia Tian said, thinking for a while.
"Downtown has shaky laws and vengeance is common," he said, disposing of the chocolate cake.
At the same time, a huge explosion was heard from the building on the side, glass was shattered everywhere, and then there was a fierce firefight.
"If someone offends you, you have to deal with it yourself." Xia Tian continued, "You decide what price to pay and how far you can go, because only you know what you lost and how painful it is. Others may persuade you, But the decision is yours to make.
"In the lower city, if we approve of this revenge, we will help you free of charge. You can provide guns and information, and you can also follow. After the other party solves the problem, return the weapon if you can. If you can't come back, then admit."
"Like Bai Lin back then?" Wen Feng said.
"Ah... yes." Xia Tian said, "You know what they did to you, then go get it back yourself."
"This is like a civil contract in the lower city, the principle of revenge."
"You can say that if you want."
Xia Tian ate another piece of marshmallow, Wen Feng glanced at him, secretly suspecting that the planning team put the snacks according to his taste.
This man came in because of the same thing, a merciless revenge. These people took their vengeance to the upper world without the slightest restraint.
This is also understandable, after all, Upper City is also a place where there is no law to rely on.
Five minutes later, Eric walked back from the burning building.
He was limping, half of his body was covered in blood, but with the weapons Xia Tian gave, he also seized three energy guns and a medical kit.
He threw his things into the car, crawled in slowly, and curled up in a corner. Wen Feng looked at his injuries in bewilderment, not sure if he would just curl up and die like this.
Bai Jing'an stepped on the accelerator and left the building that was burning with revenge.
In the back seat, Eric began to treat the wound slowly, looking tired and sad, he was the only one left in the full team.