1.
Zhi Leng's disappearance was discovered a week later.
At first, no one bothered about it. It is normal for big shots to disappear for a few days. From time to time, they will indulge in a dark and erotic environment for a while, and then return to life, claiming that the city is too noisy and they need to find a different place. The place to find inspiration for a new round of passion and coolness.
It wasn't until a week later, when the third round kicked off, that he was discovered missing.
The police must have gone to the hotel to do some investigation, Xia Tian didn't know, no one asked him for questioning.
He goes to the free simulation platform provided by the organizer to do combat training every day, and lives off his old savings and theft, and he no longer goes hungry. He will never go hungry again.
He saw the police coming and going in and out of the hotel, neither asking around, nor discussing any related topics, keeping a low profile, and acting extraordinarily likable.
As for Bai Jing'an... From Xia Tian's point of view, after such a thing happened, their relationship would definitely become different, but this was obviously his illusion.
They never met each other after that, Bai Jingan only sent a text message afterwards, which densely listed the things he needed to train, and he really never forgot his job.
It wasn't until half a month later that they had conducted two cooperative training sessions on the virtual platform. Bai Jing'an didn't mention anything about the banquet. After this adventure, he seemed eager to keep a distance from Xia Tian. Even if he had to say a few words, his tone seemed to be trying to minimize the number of conversations.
It is difficult for Xia Tian to understand this kind of development. For him, interpersonal relationships have always been simple. If you share weal and woe, you will have a friendship, and you can go out for a drink.
—Of course, you also have to be ready to be betrayed at any time, but everyone is willing to have a drink.
And Bai Jing'an is obviously not that type, he is a fog hidden behind his teammates, uniforms and official responses, the only thing Xia Tian can be sure of is that that guy doesn't like him very much... Of course, this is quite understandable.
Maybe he had moments of high-spiritedness and innocence, but he couldn't catch up anyway. When he met, this guy had already been buried in the ground, no longer laughed or cried bitterly, just kept silent, and couldn't hook up with anyone for a drink.
Xia Tian has always stayed away from this type of competition, but... this is the Asaijin competition system. As a kind of competition where teammates are randomly determined by drawing lots, it emphasizes "collision of chance" and "bad luck and surprise together". You never know what kind of teammate you're going to run into, what abilities you're good at, and how you'll get along, so it's full of fucking "suspense" and shit. He is still not sure which type Bai Jingan belongs to.
It's just that no matter what the two of them think, it's obvious that they can't get rid of each other in a short time.
By the way, the police didn't find any clues about Zhi Leng's disappearance.
The law and order in the main city of Fujin has always been bad, and there are countless enemies of Zhi Leng. Whoever climbs to this position will not have blood on their hands.
And on a night like that, most people don't have a decent alibi.
Xia Tian didn't know how the police investigated, anyway, this topic was discussed on the Internet for a while, and it was quickly forgotten. This is the upper world, dead people are commonplace, keeping up with the trend is the key.
Georg, the general planner of Fujin Seven's "Hot Sky", and the master planner of Fujin's three "Perverted Laboratory" had a duel with each other. In the end, the former ascended to the throne, replacing Zhi Leng's position, and became the The overall boss of this team competition.
Hot Skies is a survival reality show — the kind where everyone wears very little on an island. Although many people died under Qiao Ge, he has never managed a show that is as crazy as the Asaijin Team Competition and represents the highest achievement of the reality show career.
As a new chief planner from the fashion circle, he is the type who likes to be unconventional and plan dramatic scenes. At this time, he is ambitious and ready to do a big job, and of course he has no interest in Zhi Leng's disappearance.
He didn't cooperate with the investigation, and he just wanted to start the game quickly. He asked the police to finish it quickly, and all personnel related to the reality show should be in place immediately, and enter the next round of competition, and not waste energy on messy things.
So the case was quickly closed, and the police randomly found someone to convict, and then killed him.
—Unfortunately, a planner under the plot branch of the Asaijin team competition was not even at the party that day. But the plot he created last year killed a star of the killing show that the rich and powerful liked, so he became a scapegoat logically.
At the same time, the 199th Slaughter Show fee-paying event jointly organized by Fujin Jiutai has also entered the warm-up stage, and related topics are full of Internet headlines and hot search lists.
No matter how powerful Zhi Leng was and how he did whatever he wanted, when he died, Killing Show's chariot would crush his body mercilessly and roar away.
After all, wherever the killing show goes, everything has to make way for it.
Soon, the third round of the 199th Fujin TV Asaijin Group Competition killing show officially began.
The lottery ceremony was held at the Tiantianshi Square in the main city of Fujin. The scene was huge. First, the highlights of Fujin’s previous Asaijin team competitions were shown on the big screen, followed by the trailer. The music was majestic and provocative, calling on everyone Throw yourself into the great cause of The Killing Show, and test your wits and strength on this world-renowned stage.
Nearly 2,000 Killing Show contestants—criminals, perverts, and unlucky ghosts—were dressed in formal attire and stood off the stage like an army waiting for inspection.
Hundreds of cameras are facing every corner, recording their eager or worried expressions, and also recording their dreams to prove the disillusionment of the future and turn them into exciting conversations.
Xia Tian looked around absently.
Standing on his left is Bai Jing'an. This man is wearing a black dress. He is actually quite handsome, but his face is expressionless. He is always staring at a certain point in the air without squinting. He is immersed in his own world and does not want to have any kind of conflict with others. contact.
On the other side stood Latie, looking at the big screen intently, with a look full of dreams.
This person is the result of the first round of draws. Their team's lottery was mediocre, the first team drew three fighters and one tactical planner, so in the first two rounds Bai Jing'an had to be a network logistics player, and Xia Tian was a sniper.
There was also a guy on the team named Jian Kui who was an idiot like La Tie and died in the second round. Xia Tian really hoped that Latie was dead too, unfortunately not, so he was still doing some stupid things in the team.
He stood in the line of players, playing with the button of the puppy with one ear missing in his pocket, wondering why he hadn't lost it yet. He wouldn't like to take one of those things into battle, where all you have to bring is guns, ruthlessness, the will to die, and bloody hope.
But he still thought of his younger sister who was lost in his hometown. She was still a child, her life was a mess, and what she was good at in life was hiding, and she would become one of the countless tragic deaths in the lower city at any time.
When she left, she tugged at the corner of his clothes, asking him to promise that he would come back to pick her up. He promised her that he would come back rich and weave a super pretty wreath for her head, but how could that be—
Xia Tian felt the familiar nausea in his stomach that he could never get rid of, and there was a fire-like fear and anger in his internal organs, making him want to kill something, the more violent the better.
He suppresses the feeling, telling himself it's normal and nobody cares.
He looked around distractedly, and everyone had serious expressions, as if they were going to a jihad. He walked away from the neat team, and several people around him were staring at him, but he passed through without seeing it.
Before he had gone far, a staff member came over with a cold face, dressed in a ridiculous but serious battle armor uniform, and sternly asked him to return to his position.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Xia Tian said.
"But the ceremony is not over yet," said the other party.
"You don't want me to settle here."
"Until the end of the ceremony, the contestant phalanx must be in order—"
"Do you want to fight?"
The other party stared at him for a while, as if caught in a battle between heaven and man, finally gave in, stepped aside, and said, "Please hurry up."
Xia Tian happily went to the bathroom, and didn't want to vomit after torturing the staff. He dawdled around for a while, slipped a handful of candy into his pocket, and swaggered back to his original position. Bai Jing'an glanced at him, he responded with a bright smile and handed him a piece of candy.
Bai Jing'an shook his head to express that he would not eat, Xia Tian ate it himself, and threw the candy wrapper on the ground. Noticing that the staff just now were staring at him viciously, he also responded with a bright smile.
During the drawing of lots, there was one other trifle worth mentioning.
The advertisement on the big screen was too long, and Xia Tian was looking around happily. At this moment, he saw a lock of Bai Jingan's hair curling up in the breeze, so he stretched out his hand and pressed it down.
Bai Jing'an waved his hand away, Xia Tian said: "It's up."
The other party gave him a warning look, but said nothing.
After a while, the hair curled up again, and Xia Tian pressed it down again, and stroked it to keep it in place. Bai Jing'an took a breath, as if telling himself to calm down, and endured him.
Afterwards, the hair curled up three more times, each time Xia Tian pressed it back seriously, Bai Jing'an didn't resist anymore, and put on a patient expression.
This is just a boring episode in the ceremony, because the advertisement is too long, and Xia Tian has always been short-handed. But this video was captured by the camera and posted on the official website in the category of "What are the interesting newcomers this year?" Some people complained about Xia Tian's "how old are you?", and some people said "So cute", and then several people discussed it His performance in the qualifiers called Bai Jing'an "that boring-looking person".
These people also formed a discussion group later, concerned about Xia Tian's performance on the Killing Show. This kind of group will appear in every killing show, some for a long time, some for a short time, like the bubbles in the juice, nothing out of the ordinary.
No one has noticed this matter, but this is the first time Xia Tian has his own fans, and this group will continue to expand in the future, until it becomes a monster and shakes the huge foundation of the floating city.
2.
The long commercials and trailers were finally over, the lottery began, and their team ushered in new teammates for the next round.
——The new teammate is a doctor, and the signing luck is really not very good.
This kind of competition is said to be doctors, but in fact they can only do some basic bandaging and nursing, and basic bandaging and nursing people who engage in killing shows are good at it, which can be regarded as one of the most useless professions.
Organizers often confuse the public in this way, causing confusion and increasing the death toll. When Xia Tian got the lottery, he cursed, and a guy next to him told him with a bitter face that he should be glad that he didn't get a cook or a tailor.
Now, the main hall of Fujin TV's Asaijin team competition program building is full of contestants who are resting and eating. Male hormones are everywhere. The whole building is like a powder keg, and fights can be seen everywhere.
A table of people from the summer group sat on a sofa in Hall 3, drinking free alcoholic beverages. This kind of thing makes the players relax, and it is easier to lose control, which makes the TV station do a gimmick.
A guy at the next table broke down and was screaming "It's a black box operation!" or something - their team was a sniper, a cook, and now they had tailors and cleaners, it was a farce scene.
This person dropped his wine glass and began to cry in the middle of the hall without any image. A teammate tried to persuade him, but he also drank too much, and ended up hugging and crying bitterly.
The lobby is bright and clean, decorated with a battlefield theme, everyone is drinking, talking and yelling, indifferent to this, and some people are gloating, but no one persuades them anyway. The TV station likes this kind of scene, and some people cry and pass out on the spot.
Ratie kills the twelfth alcoholic drink, shouting that they should have killed the doctor first after entering the arena, it would be easier to do and save resources. Everyone does it.
Xia Tian felt that he should cry with the next table, because everyone's signing luck was too bad, and what this guy said was so stupid that people didn't know how to answer it.
"Killing teammates is considered murder, and the organizer has regulations!" He said.
"But he's in the way!" Latie said.
"Of course he's in the way, otherwise what are you doing here?"
"I don't understand why the organizers want to make such a mess. The killing show is about courage and the glory of fighting. Can't we just start the fight?"
Xia Tian sighed, and decided not to say a word to him, if he continued speaking, his intelligence would definitely be affected, who knows if mental retardation is contagious.
—La Tie looks scary, fully meeting the needs of "scary-looking killers" in the killing show. He was tall, and his head seemed to have been chopped into five or six pieces, and then put back together in a very unprofessional way. Sometime in his life, something extremely brutal must have happened. This cruelty is still in the skin, bones and expression, which makes him always look a little uncoordinated, and his brain can't keep up with ordinary people's thinking.
These injuries come from his experience in the arena in the lower city, and Xia Tian also wandered there for a while, a three-foot-long scar is still deeply entrenched in the back, that was really not a sweet and good time.
"Thanks, I, I won't hold you back." The doctor stammered, "I've been exercising lately, I have a degree from Fujin Third Medical University, I never thought I'd be on a killing show , but something went wrong at work recently... "
Holding a glass of alcoholic drink, he smiled tentatively at Xia Tian, wanting to ignite a little flame of friendship, but Xia Tian ignored him.
Compared with Latie's appearance as a glorious soldier, this doctor curled up in the corner is another version of tragedy.
His name was Xu Peiwen. He had neatly trimmed black hair, a thin body, and was as fragile as a tender stalk, which would break if poked with a finger.
He's here because of the riders under the loan contract.
Uptown contracts like this can be found all over the place, attached to the rules of lending, guardianship, immigration, criminal law enforcement, etc., to ensure that the killing show process is bloody and rich.
They're the other kind of sinner in the city, failing at work, money, competition, and life itself, relegated to the ring and never crawled out again.
Xia Tian took another plate of dim sum with a cold face, and concentrated on solving it. Other tables had only wine glasses, but theirs was filled with brightly colored snacks.
He wanted the guy to shut up, but the other guy kept saying, "They're going to take the house back, saying that if the riders aren't enforced, my wife and daughter will go down town and they won't be able to live there Mr. Li... My contract executor, he said that I only need to play ten games, and if more than that is excessive compensation, I can sue them, as long as I survive ten games, I can keep the house... "
His tone sounded like he had calculated carefully and found that his situation was not too bad, the organizer's contract was fairly lenient, and the future was quite bright.
Xia Tian is very sure that he won't survive the first two games of the paid competition, and the person who negotiated the contract with him must also know. But he is not going to say anything, just like the person who negotiated the contract with him must have said nothing, and he may still encourage this dream with a smile.
Dr. Xu continued to chatter, while the next table was discussing how to kill the newly drawn tailor, which would not violate the rules and be agile enough—the person under discussion huddled in a corner and said nothing.
The third round is a survival match. A hundred or so random teams enter different arenas, and the resources inside are enough for people to live for six or seven days, but the end of the event is fifteen days.
Only then will the gates be opened, and the rich sunshine of the Upper City will shine into it, where the victors can eat, drink and play, and the losers' bones will rot in it.
This year is the year of the men's event-the killing show originally held three mixed competitions, but it was called off because the scene was too abnormal. Now team competitions are held separately for men and women, but it doesn't help much to ban things like rape and sexual abuse. Gender was never an obstacle for the outlaws.
It's going to be hell.
Beside him, Bai Jing'an was writing something in a small notebook, as if he was filling out a boring user survey list. He was still neatly dressed in a formal dress, with a lock of hair hanging down, making his face a little childish. But it was a frozen face, knowing early on not to expect anything.
If he's planning to kill—of course he's planning to kill, that's what tactical planning is for—he's definitely the most frustrated and boring schemer Xia Tian has ever seen.
Xia Tian asked the waiter for a glass of wine again. The doctor was still talking, and Latie chatted with the people at the next table, asking about the gossip about the game—the number of deaths in the last round, dead stars, dead ordinary people, dead NPCs , all things that die.
Xia Tian and Bai Jing'an lived separately at the two ends of the sofa, one with a book in his hand, and the other with a snack plate in his hand, silent and gloomy. Wait for the killing to begin.
But when the match type lottery ended, Xia Tian began to feel that the doctor was not so bad.
The type of game in the Asaijin competition system is also determined by lottery, so it may be survival in the last days, guns and guns, or it may be a strange intrigue in a big house, or a sword and sword in the era of cold weapons.
This time, they drew the medieval lottery.
That is to say, there are no guns, cannons, or explosives in this show, and airplanes and cars are out of the question. Everyone has to go back to the cold weapon era of knives, guns, arrows and halberds.
Looking at the notification on the big screen, Xia Tian gloated and said, "I really want to see the expressions of those teams who got the network logistics."
Bai Jingan said without raising his head: "Warming up before the show will be filmed for you."
Xia Tian laughed, Bai Jing'an was talking about a warm-up program before the show, read the expressions of the contestants when watching the notice, and then selected interesting ones to make a special episode, to find some fun from tormenting the contestants. You just have no idea how boring these people can be.
He goes around the room again, and the pre-game scene is buzzing, but he's always jittery, overwrought, his stomach clenched.
He wanted to watch something to distract his attention, so he looked up at the screen in the preparation area, which had been broadcasting the killing show advertisements continuously, and now it was broadcasting a wide shot of the massacre in Area N. The disaster was vast and spectacular, endless as far as the eye could see.
Xia Tian felt a chill, he stood up abruptly, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited hard.
No matter what lens he uses, he can recognize the images in that disaster, and some things can never be erased from his soul after he has experienced them.
When he came out of the bathroom with wet hair and a gloomy face, the map had already been handed out. Bai Jing'an was turning over a page of the paper map - probably to echo the theme of the Middle Ages - with a cold face. He is a tactical planner, he has to memorize all the routes in his mind within half an hour, and then come up with a rough plan.
However, the map may also be wrong. It is said that it is because it is a medieval map, and the fallacy is inevitable. It depends on your luck.
It's just that although it tends to be misleading, the official map will still mark one or two resource supply points, so everyone still has to remember it hard.
Latie walked up and down the room, anxious and restless. The doctor sat in the corner, calling his family, as if he couldn't live without talking. At the beginning, he was still talking about common problems before he died, and then he actually started talking about the new TV series.
Xia Tian sat in the corner biting his nails, and after a while, said: "I still want to vomit."
"The bathroom is on the right." Bai Jing'an said coldly.
Xia Tian went to the bathroom again with a gloomy expression, and the voice of the doctor chatting about the drama could still be heard here. Xia Tian really knows about this movie, a nightmarish series about the relationship between the leader of the Lower City Rebel Army Bai Lin and the daughter of an upper city rich man, how he filled her hurt heart and so on. Why is there something good down there, and everyone in the upper city wants to get involved.
Distraught, he sat on the toilet seat, staring at the tiles. The doctor's tone was urgent and trilled, as if if he stopped chatting, he would collapse into a pile of dregs.
Xia Tian tossed again and came out of the bathroom, feeling like a stray dog waiting to be slaughtered, with an insane appearance of falling into the jaws of a tiger. Bai Jing'an glanced at him irritably, but he couldn't even smile back.
He sat down in the corner melancholy, he couldn't eat after throwing up just now, so he picked up the race schedule and flipped through it, knowing that they would then enter a large forest, each of them had nothing but a short knife and a pot of drinking water No. Want to start a fire? Drill wood to make fire.
There is almost no prey in the woods. You may catch a hare, take it apart, and find that there are sophisticated electronic instruments inside. You can't even find a shred of meat. You have to pay three times the official damages.
In other words, they must select a resource point and get something out of it.
Judging from the published information, there are three resource points in total, and the participating teams will gather here. In the killing show, this section is commonly known as the "opening ceremony". A large number of players will die in this battle, sometimes up to hundreds of people, just like a meat grinder.
He raised his head, and saw the back of Bai Jing'an's head, the lock of hair had risen again, it was really annoying.
Xia Tian stood up, walked up to him, pushed down the lock of hair annoyedly, and smoothed it out again, making sure it stayed in place.
Bai Jing'an took a breath and didn't say anything, probably telling himself to be patient.