1.
The world is still singing and dancing, enjoying peace and joy.
Fujin TV's 199th Killing Show Asaijin Team Competition soon ushered in the first draw of the fourth round: new teammates.
Up to now, the teammates are not too bad, and those who survive have their own way. The organizer gave enough time for running-in, and arranged various interactive programs to film the sparks and collisions between different teammates.
The contestants sat awkwardly on the sofa in the training room or the program group, and had all kinds of weird interactions. When they tried to understand each other, the scene was often used as a joke, saying that it was like a blind date back then.
Some of them were pretty painful -- like the Douglas team. During the entire broadcast, Doug and Feng Dan sat at the farthest ends of the sofa, silent, with serious expressions, and the atmosphere in the whole area was oppressive and terrifying. The two guys who were drawn into the same team as them were very embarrassed and tried their best to find something to talk about, but it was just a conversation between the two. The look is sympathetic.
Therefore, the ratings remain high.
But this isn't a blind date, this is a killing show.
The first teammate that Xia Tian and Bai Jingan drew was actually Eric, it must be on purpose.
This person's registered occupation is a sniper, but judging by the way he is killing all directions with a rocket launcher, it is easy to be a soldier.
The second teammate is Wei Xi, a network support officer, only nineteen years old, and has stolen confidential information - 759 times! — came in.
It was his first time participating in a killing show, and he was clearly traumatized in the first few rounds, sitting in a corner in shock and not speaking unless necessary.
Xia Tian felt that he looked a little familiar, but couldn't remember at the moment, he must be a well-known figure in the network logistics.
As stars, their group has a special session, and the host makes gags to enliven the atmosphere. The program they participated in that day was called "Emotional Impact". One part of it was to show the "classic videos" of former teammates, so that everyone could "deepen their understanding".
It was Eric who they opened up first.
When commemorating Xiuli, Eric's team accidentally stepped into an area densely populated with mutated creatures. They could have escaped smoothly, but another group of people tricked them into a monster gathering area in order to increase the safety of their escape. Lock the door dead from the outside.
It was an extremely tragic death battle. All three of Eric's teammates confessed there. If one of his teammates hadn't finally blasted through the reinforced wall before he died, he would have died inside.
In order to "deepen the understanding", the program team showed the whole set of scenes of the destruction of Eric's team on the bright big screen.
They sat on the soft sofa and watched the scene of the downtown in the commemorative show spread out, and the details were revealed. A group of people from Eric's team walked towards the express station without knowing it. Some people were still joking. Their friendship very intimate.
Eric watched blankly. At this time, you have no other choice but to hide yourself desperately and not make fun for others.
That Wei Xi glanced at the scene, and suddenly opened a small holographic terminal without making a sound, and adjusted the operation mode of the virtual contact lens.
Within 20 seconds, there were already private floating screens in front of him, Bai Jingan asked for permission to cut in, Xia Tian looked at it for a while, and went over to join in the fun.
—The moment he saw the code, Xia Tian realized that this new teammate was in the backstage of the black program group, and he was very familiar with this kind of thing, and it was definitely not the first time he did it.
Bai Jing'an went to help, and Xia Tian also went to help.
The bloody holographic screen in front flickered for a moment, then suddenly shut down.
There was silence around, and one could imagine that the planning team was cursing. The host didn't know what happened, so he tried his best to make a joke.
After that, the screen struggled to flash twice, and several people quickly closed it.
But the video that appeared last time was extremely stubborn, and it is estimated that some expert was invited over. Xia Tian gloated and watched Wei Xi calmly abandon the backstage of the program group and change the direction of attack. This man is definitely a top-notch master of destruction.
Five minutes later, he switched off the TV of the program group.
The light in the room dimmed, and the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated into it. It was a piece of pure orange red, and the brightness seemed to seep blood. Wei Xi sat at the junction of shadow and light, with a murderous look on his handsome face. This is the world of cyber logistics.
"Uh, can I trouble you to stop for a while and finish the show?" the host said dryly.
Wei Xi glanced at him, stretched out his hand to adjust the screen, and put on a look of determined to confront the camera crew. From the beginning of his program, he looked like he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger.
"You can use force to stop us." Xia Tian enthusiastically said to the host.
The other party looked at them helplessly for a while, lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, opened the program, and started playing games.
Opposite the sofa, several people in Xia Tian began to chat about the code of the program group in the professional language of network logistics, and they had a lot of experience in how to hack into it.
Eric watched them chat, and after a while, he also opened his mouth and joined in.
The program that day did not actually meet the original plan, but the ratings of this group reached an astonishing level. It may be that it is rare to see someone pinch with the production team when doing a "blind date show".
The TV station received a lot of money, smiling happily, everyone paid bonuses, and began to happily play the role of villain.
The spread of this drama is extremely wide, and it must have something to do with the star effect-you are a star, and if you broadcast it for breakfast, it will still have high ratings.
Moreover, although the program's "crying and crying" plan was not achieved, their team did have a full understanding of each other.
In this city of entertainment, reputation fermented extremely fast. The planners are desperately trying to make the popularity of the stars as ubiquitous as the sun, and that's all money.
Xia Tian found that he had already stood in the ranks of the first-line stars of the killing show, and his work became more and more busy. Everyone wanted to meet them, ask some questions, and listen to them.
And no matter what Xia Tian answers, fans will create something by themselves. Most of it makes him sound like a lunatic who is about to destroy the world.
Although Xia Tian didn't feel that he was mentally normal, those news creations were too exaggerated even for him.
They even made a premium paid information package called "The Rebellion Bible" based on his words, and sold it everywhere with pictures and videos!
Xia Tian complained to Haitian that he was a lunatic inside, and the sum of what he said was enough to sentence him to death a hundred times. Although some words are good, they really have nothing to do with him.
"That's what making a star is like," Haida said nonchalantly. "It makes you stand out from the crowd, thinking that you can get answers to some great questions from you, and seeing you will make you feel happy."
She fiddled with the manicure knife, looked at Xia Tian again, and said: "You don't need to worry about it, the company knows about it, it's part of the propaganda... But they can't show up, it's not 'rebellious' enough."
She hinted that the company will also take a cut from it, so rest assured that the Fujin Group will intervene in all the money-making matters in Shangcheng.
"In the final analysis, the upper world is a huge reality show scene." Haida said, "Your characters are heroes and rebels, and those excitements, theories, and anger are just a game."
"But these aren't all fake." Xia Tian said, "What I did in the lower city... I didn't do it in retrospect. There was nothing wrong with what he said, my sister is a bitch, and I'm a bastard... I'm just angry .But he's still dead."
He turned to look at the information pack on the screen, in which he was claiming that society is full of great pain and that everyone has the right to be angry. The pain never goes away, the alcohol just keeps the wound festering, so it's only normal to cause some damage.
"The money is real, but the anger that's being instigated is also real," he said.
2.
Xia Tian slept until midnight when the phone rang, completely ignoring the mute effect he had set.
He picked it up in a daze and looked at it, and found that the caller was Xiao Minkov. These rich people just have a way to invade other people's sleep time as a matter of course.
He connected it, and the young man on the opposite side said at the beginning of the sentence: "Have you guys been having a bit of an exciting life recently?"
"It's okay, I hung up the phone." Xia Tian said.
"No, I just want to congratulate you. The ratings are top-notch. On behalf of the shareholders of Fujin Group, I would like to express my gratitude to you." Xiao Minkov said, "To be honest, you guys have been a little unlucky recently. I asked you to participate, so I directly took down the name. Do you want me to say hello to the company and take care of you?"
Xia Tian immediately withdrew the hand on the "hang up" button.
"This is the best idea you've ever come up with." He said, as if he had never told Bai Jing'an how annoying the backstage guys in the killing show were, and they should all be killed.
"I also think that I am really a saint." Little Minkov said, "The saint has another good thing for you. Go and collect the list of Honey Pavilion. Then let's start."
He hung up the phone.
Summer is over, check out the roster. It's such a soothing thing to do, generosity is the next generation of Uptown's bigwigs.
There are not five people in Honey Pavilion, but seven in total. These men didn't always get the numbers together when they committed crimes, but each of them had a hand in those things.
These rapists are all well-born, free from lengthy contract debts, born to enjoy the sunshine of the world, and an endless supply of entertainment and drugs. And take it for granted that everyone else should be their slave.
Xia Tian was lying on the bed, thinking about the information he got, maybe he didn't need to be in a hurry, anyway, he knew everyone's names, so he could enjoy it slowly.
It's just... that kind of fun is not as strong as before. At that time, there was revenge, and killing offenders seemed to solve everything. But now... the whole world is suffocating.
He remembered Wei Xi's experience.
After these days of running-in programs with his comrades-in-arms, he has a very good understanding of this very troublesome network logistics.
He had indeed seen him on TV before, Wei Xi was a well-known hacker before, the first two rounds were very eye-catching - the third round had to stop all network logistics.
But half a month ago, "Perverted Laboratory" approached him.
It was an escape-style killing show known for its bizarre torture, where Wei Xi was gang-raped by a group of people.
I really don't know what Escape Show is doing to catch the network logistics. Wei Xi can be said to be powerless, unable to escape, and has no room to resist. It is not a battlefield for people like them.
They tied him to a bed and tortured him for a week, in a horrific way, and broke three fingers, five ribs, and a bunch of other traumas. However, after cutting the picture, there is only fragrance and excitement left.
Before the lottery ceremony, Wei Xi stayed in the treatment cabin.
They do this kind of thing... just purely for fun, perverted, brutal... boring.
It's not like downtown.
Everything seems simple there, oppression and betrayal are commonplace, but you always know who the opponent is.
But when he came to the bustling upper world, he found that this is a Colosseum with no exit, the gates are locked, and meaningless battles and atrocities can be seen everywhere. The audience is drunk and follows the crowd. If you are not happy, all you can do is go to the bar to buy a glass of fortified wine and get yourself drunk enough.
Xia Tian then recalled the information of several people in Honey Pavilion, they are just a microcosm of the corner of this lunatic asylum.
But...well, at least it's still an enjoyable amateur activity.
Xia Tian curled up in the blanket and continued to sleep, thinking that he had to report this matter to Bai Jing'an tomorrow morning.
He's used to having someone near him now and can always be trusted to feel like he's standing behind you no matter how bad the situation gets.
Although in his experience, this is never a good thing.
I don't like going to the world in summer. It's bustling and sunny, but it's cold and bloody inside. People here are still asking him all the time, asking him what he longs for, what kind of belonging he longs for, things like that.
But Xia Tian is not sensitive to this kind of matter.
The only things that can be accurately judged in his life are anger, hatred and pain. He is familiar with desire and passion, but has no concept of warmth.
He could chat up a lot of relevant topics with reporters from Uptown, as if he were a civilized newcomer, inspired by the good things about Uptown. But he has no feelings for this world, only boredom in his bones.
When they asked him what good things happened to him in the upper world, Xia Tian could only think of Bai Jing'an.
He remembered his panicked hand on his carotid artery, and the pain in those gray eyes.
The moonlight from the upper city fell on Xia Tian's face, as cold as ice. But, he thought, this kind of thing won't last long.
These days, their trust and friendship is nothing more than a priceless show to the world. Here, nothing lasts long except violence and death.
Before breakfast was finished the next day, Haida came to visit and said that the company was planning to make a movie about Xia Tian's incident in the lower city, and also gave him the script to ask his opinion.
Xia Tian doesn't think he can act in movies at all, but there are stipulations in the contract, if he wants to act, he can only act.
According to Haida, the film production team is amazing and can make a lot of money. Xia Tian thinks that they will probably lose money if they come up with the script and production team now. He will soon enter the fourth round, and in the killing show, no one can Don't know how many minutes you'll survive... and then it dawned on him, he'll survive.
They won't let him die.
As long as there are no accidents, the organizers will raise his reputation to a higher level, and participate in the filming of their films with stronger box office appeal.
Xia Tian felt a sense of safety with a chill, and didn't feel any more comfortable at all.
—By the way, Haida heard about Minkov, and showed them the happiest expression since he met them.
"I don't know how you guys know him, but he's the number one funder," she said. "It's said he doesn't watch the kill show much."
"How do you even know what programs he watches?" Xia Tian said.
"They're... well, the kind of people on the top of Mount Olympus, of course they have to know a little bit." Haida said, "You are very famous now, and when you are popular to a certain extent, you need to have some connections at the top. Otherwise, everyone Anyone who wants to get involved in your life can hurt you."
Xia Tian nodded, Haitian was very straightforward when he said such things, and he also knew that what she said was true.
She didn't ask the little Minkov who didn't watch the killing show why he did this. It seemed that as a powerful class, he could do whatever he wanted, without a doubt, as long as he provided services.
And at this point, they have entered the end of the battle and reached the pinnacle of meaning.
For people like them, fate is within reach, and this is the end.
So far, Xia Tian has learned a lot about the dark lives of the world's powerful and powerful.
As he stepped into the top palace, the number of private banquets that cannot be rejected is still considerable, but the specifications have all been changed.
Different from the large-scale carnival party, at the private banquet of the rich and powerful in the upper city, Xia Tian saw a bunch of pornographic and perverted things that he couldn't think of when he was most fantasizing about the life of the Killing Show star.
Bai Jing'an didn't come to a show at the dinner that day, but Xia Tian is very used to such occasions, knows how to follow the rules, don't make mistakes, and act like a local.
That banquet was very high-standard, it is said that it was a traditional banquet in the small circle in the upper city, it was hard for Xia Tian to imagine how such a "tradition" could exist.
The waiters at the banquet are all naked, and occasionally there are some accessories on their bodies, which are just to stand out rather than cover them. There will also be some physical performances.
The point of these kinds of gatherings is that you can't stare. You can glance at it as you would a flower, but you must never react, touch it, and act as if you are not interested in it at all, or it would be too vulgar.
When it's dessert time, you can order from certain people, and they'll crawl under the table and... serve you. You can also not, just eat.
The food is really good, but there is always a lot left, and no one is allowed to take it home.
Summer focuses on the meal program as much as possible, and each dish has a specific way to eat. Haida has repeatedly warned that there must be no mistakes in etiquette at this kind of banquet.
The nude people next to them were extremely involved in the performance, and they must have been injected with drugs, which was in stark contrast to the indifference of the guests. This is also a special requirement.
Xia Tian didn't understand the significance of this kind of procedure, it seemed that it was just to show that he had the right to let some beautiful naked men and women move around.
According to Haida, participating in such a gathering means that he is slowly entering the life circle of the elites in the upper city.
Summer saw Mr. Minkoff at the party, the first time he had met Jr. Minkoff's father. He was a tall, haughty-looking man, and Minkoff Jr. looked like him, probably genetically modified.
People who saw Mr. Minkoff for the first time hardly noticed his appearance. He had a temperament that was used to giving orders and would not tolerate any resistance. When you see him, you realize that you're better off just keeping your head down around someone like this, and just listening to him, nodding in agreement now and then.
Little Minkov, dressed in an extremely expensive but conservative formal suit, followed his father, his eyes downcast and his face expressionless. Compared to how he looked at the party, he seemed out of thin air, looking thin, distant, and submissive, like a small ball of tightly huddled flames. At this kind of grown-up party, he was a little abruptly young.
When his father spoke to him, he would say, "Yes, sir."
He sat diagonally across from Xia Tian, and he didn't look up at him from the beginning to the end, like a stranger. He had perfect dining etiquette, no curiosity at all, and sometimes his father would speak to him and he would just answer "yes, sir" or "no, sir".
The twenty-three dishes were finally served, the waiter took away the plates and handed tea, the host said a few words politely, then everyone stood up and walked around the well-decorated banquet hall, enjoying snacks, drinks and chatting, Appreciate or receive service.
Naked men and women perform hard, and the rich and powerful always use "please" or "may I trouble you..." when they speak, they are well-bred.
Xia Tian saw Xiao Minkov walking in the hall behind his father, and the other party explained to him some of the things in the pictures. They were all extremely pornographic and novelty-seeking paintings. Learn something weird.
For a moment, he saw Mr. Minkoff's hand resting on his son's shoulder, making the latter look even thinner, the man's thumb resting on the nape of his neck, rubbing lightly.
Little Minkov stood motionless beside him with his head bowed.
This action is very subtle, but Xia Tian smells the toxin and bloody smell under the seriousness, and he will never make a mistake in this kind of thing.
He watched for two seconds, quite sure that something nasty had happened in the Minkoffs' house. He looked away, the playful rubbing of that thumb against Minkoff's neck was unbearable... and then he realized that he didn't know how to react.
Xia Tian has never encountered such a problem in his life. He can always respond the fastest, and he may think about plans, but he knows what he wants.
But now, he knew there was nothing he could do.
Up to now, Xia Tian already knows what the essence of the upper city is, some people you just can't kill, and you also know that even if he does something, it will not be of any help to the countless disasters in this huge cloud hell.
He shouldn't even ask Little Minkov "did he do something to you", he can't help you, it's just embarrassing him.
He never wanted to leave a place so much and go home... although it was actually Bai Jing'an's house. It's suffocating here.
"You know," said a voice behind him, "this chair is made of human skin."
Xia Tian stood up abruptly.
Little Minkov stood behind him, laughed when he saw his movements, and said, "I tricked you."
There is still a little bit of brilliance in the smile, but it is fleeting, like a fire in dark water. Xia Tian glanced back at his father, Mr. Minkoff was discussing something with a group of people in the corner, he seemed to sneak over here.
"But there are such chairs," said Little Minkoff.
"What?" Xia Tian said.
"Chairs made of people," said the other party. "There is a whole room of furniture that transforms people into something extreme that only they can use. This is their way of possession and destruction. It has been developed so far Very professional."
"Then what you said is not completely a lie, is it?" Xia Tian said.
Little Minkoff smiled at him, still dark and unreal, like a speck of light on the distant surface of the water. But he straightened his back and stood in front of him with a normal look.
"There won't be any big problems in the fourth round, but the network has been a little too fond of you lately, so be careful," he said.
"Even the meaning of 'like' in the upper city is different from that in the lower city." Xia Tian said.
"Many things above are different from those below." The boy said, "This place has been developing in an anti-human direction for a long time. It is a dark and strange world."
Then he took a quick glance in Old Minkov's direction, took a step back, bowed like a polite young man, and returned to his father, standing on the edge with his head bowed, like a well-behaved good boy.
He put his hands behind his back and clenched tightly.
Xia Tian has not said this matter with anyone.
What else can you do with this kind of thing except keep it in your heart and let it mold and twist? It's as if the whole of Uptown has a rotten dark interior beneath its shiny exterior.
Round four is about to start, and it doesn't look scary anymore.
Even the world in Killing Show is more normal than this messy uptown.
3.
Xia Tian sat in the dining room drinking the milk made by Didi with a look of lack of sleep. He had a nightmare in the middle of the night and woke up before dawn.
The kitchen was filled with the smell of food, Bai Jing'an had just fried the eggs, and was saying that he had a bad stomach and that he shouldn't drink even if he couldn't sleep.
Xia Tian said that in comparison, Bai Jing'an is the one who needs to worry about his body. He saw him mix rum into herbal tea yesterday, isn't he a character who doesn't drink alcohol
Bai Jing'an ignored him with a look of "too lazy to argue with you", Didi looked at Xia Tian with a reproachful face, and Xia Tian looked back innocently.
It feels a lot like having another brother... It's not just about tactics and games and complicity anymore, it's mostly about what to eat or who does the chores.
Xia Tian once had other brothers and sisters, knowing that it is not easy to have such a place these days.
Although those people always say that he is a first-line star in the world, Xia Tian remembers where he is. The warmth here is like a flash of fire in a cold night, even if you are very careful, it is difficult to keep anything.
His sleep deprivation was due to nightmares.
He dreamed of the basement during the massacre, a monster with a wolf's head took a blood-stained chessboard and said he wanted to play a game with him.
Xia Tian knew very well that the game was a dead end, but he didn't know what to do. He wanted to find a knife, but there was nothing around.
This kind of dream may be related to the video he saw on the "blind date show".
It is said that this film has a very high purchase rate, and the location is in the small room in the lower city. The object is a mutant creature with a heavy taste like a werewolf, playing his boy chained to a concrete pillar—what is this group of people with? What is the strength of the chain!
Xia Tian didn't dare to finish watching. He ran to the training ground to fight zombies and got the highest score. When he came back, Wei Xi had already hacked into the background and turned off the video. "Although we didn't see the end," Wei Xi comforted him, "but your character seems to have escaped in the end."
"However, I'm not optimistic about his situation after he escapes." Bai Jing'an said, "There is another film behind this film, and the third film is already ready to start shooting."
Everyone in the room responded with sympathetic silence to Xia Tian. Although everyone's situation is not much better as far as pornographic resources are concerned, his is the bloodiest one.
In short, Xia Tian woke up from a nightmare and couldn't sleep anymore, so he climbed to the roof to watch the sunrise with a bottle of wine in his arms.
In the upper city, the vast starry sky is so close that you can touch it with your hands. At dawn, the sky is blue-gray, the east is slightly white, and the light is soft pink... In the lower city, you will never know that the sun will rise How beautiful the sky was.
At night, he still thought that it would be better to go down to the city, but when he saw the sunrise, he found that he didn't want to leave here at all. The sky belongs to everyone, and there is no reason why some people should curl up in the ground, and all they can see when they look up are only dim lights.
He sat on the slope of the roof with a beautiful view, but he felt unreasonably angry.
This feeling was like those personal grievances in the past, only this time it was so huge, it was anger at the entire city that covered the sky.
It almost comforted him, comfort he knew would be fatal, but it also allowed him to survive with as much dignity as possible... a dignity that was extraordinarily meager and a little tragic, but it was his.
When Xia Tian finished the last sip of milk, the portable terminal suddenly rang, and when he picked it up, he found that it was Xiao Minkov calling.
As a benefactor, Little Minkov has no sense of existence—except that last week he gave him the sailboats of Fusen and Honey Pavilion based on some mentality, and laughed on the phone as if he had succeeded in a prank. When Xia Tian connected the phone, he found that there was no image, only sound, and he said, "Little Minkov?"
There was silence on the other side, no one spoke, but he could hear his breathing.
"What's wrong?" Xia Tian said.
There was another moment of silence, and then the person on the phone said, "This city will have its retribution."
His voice was not right, as if he had been crying.
"What's wrong?" Xia Tian said.
"It will destroy itself, because it is too depraved, no god, it will destroy itself." The person on the other side of the phone spoke quickly, as if he had to speed up, so as not to be overtaken and destroyed by some horrible thing , "We made a god ourselves, created for the kill show, a new god, less than a century old. But its appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and we sacrifice countless lives every day to this greedy 'god'— "
He stopped abruptly, and Xia Tian heard a small choked sob.
"But the killing in the paddock can't satisfy it for a long time...Even if it was created by man, gods still need blood to sacrifice." He continued, "I've been thinking...I've been thinking about what you said, this place is rooted from the root. It's corrupt, everything in Uptown just creates pain, and the ghosts, there are too many ghosts here, and the power of the ghosts is enormous—"
Xia Tian wanted to say that he did not say this, but decided to forget it. God knows who said these words, it sounds so sincere, it's almost tears of blood.
And it was true, only more poetic and provocative than he expressed it. This city occupies the glorious sun and sky, but it has created a corrupt and sinful world.
Little Minkov fell silent again, Xia Tian thought for a moment that he would cry, but he didn't cry, but laughed nervously.
He said: "I'm going to make a bigger sacrifice for it."
"What do you want?" Xia Tian said.
"Still thinking about it," Minkov said, "Keep your passion and sit firmly in your 'seat'."
Xia Tian wanted to ask what he meant, but then the phone over there hung up.
Xia Tian turned to look at Bai Jingan, who looked at him questioningly.
"I think he wants to find some trouble." Xia Tian said.
"I still want to make trouble." Bai Jing'an said.
He put the plate on the table and sat down beside him. Didi on the opposite side was watching the morning news, Xia Tian glanced at it, seeing Bai Jingan's interview from this angle. Shangcheng now feels that he is an authoritative figure and asks for his opinion on everything.
The location of the interview seemed to be the second hall of Fujin Qitai. Several guys kept asking him why porn derivative resources were so popular recently, and then someone mentioned the attack of carnivorous dinosaurs a while ago.
——Staying in the upper city until now, Xia Tian has no doubts that the "mistake" of the gene studio has something to do with the TV station, and this kind of thing is broadcasted because of the purchase rate.
They may have scheduled a large-scale urban disaster film, but because of Bai Jing'an's presence, the scale, time and number of deaths were all halved. Fortunately, the ratings were good.
When a reporter asked him what he thought of the attack, Bai Jing'an said, "Anyway, I won't pay."
Someone beside him laughed, Xia Tian found that Bai Jing'an's appearance was different from the first time he saw him.
Bai Jing'an never said this kind of thing before, his speech is always the safest, his gaze refuses all exploration.
But now, there is a certain sharpness on his body, like the reflection of a sword that has just been pulled out. Although it is still as light and thin as a ghost, Xia Tian can feel the sharpness hidden in it.
It was the faint light of the old anger, new after all this time, never fading, as if it would burst out again at any moment.
He always said that he couldn't remember what he looked like during the massacre, but Xia Tian felt that he didn't need to recall, he was just like that.
Three days later in the summer, I found out that Xiao Minkov finally blew up his house. It is said that the blew up was so thorough that nothing was left. He's very talented for this kind of thing.
He didn't see him for a long time after that, and it was said that the confinement would definitely not be easy, but he also knew that this would not end.
The darkness in Minkoff's eyes won't be quelled by a house any more than the pain won't be quelled by an exciting game or a glass of wine, and God knows what he's going to do next.
And in the nightless Uptown, the second draw for the fourth round of the Killing Show began.
The second drawing ceremony of the fourth round of the Killing Show was held in Skystone Square, and the scene was like a luxurious large-scale reception.
Engineers worked overnight to bring in the water, so that the clear water can be seen everywhere. The ceremony began at nightfall, with countless lights reflecting the water, making it difficult to distinguish between heaven and earth at first glance.
Statues glorifying The Kill Show stand in the river, abstract representations of some of the classic battle scenes that will be remembered by the entertainment industry for their deaths.
Countless anti-gravity screens surround the square like stars, spinning gently like orbiting satellites. When the lottery results came out, these screens merged together to form a majestic large screen, showing how the organizers planned to kill them in the next game.
In this round, they drew the Horror Game.
garden system.
In this system, there will be six sub-courts in the fourth round, all of which conform to the theme of "isolated gardens".
There are gardens in aerial versions, those trapped by heavy rain or snow, and those on isolated islands, and so on, but each has a reason for being isolated.
The same goes for the players. Some of them received a letter, and when they came to a certain place, they found that the vehicle was damaged; some seemed to meet by chance, but were trapped by the weather; and some happened to attend the same banquet.
Xia Tian and Bai Jing'an's team drew the third match, an isolated garden on an island.
Even in this weird setting, the setting of the third stage is quite strange: they are the heirs chosen by a rich man, and they all have such a relationship with him. Now, the rich man who was known for his cruelty and aloofness has passed away. His lawyer has sent more than a hundred letters, saying that he made a will before his death, asking these people to come here. Whoever can pass the test in accordance with the requirements in his will will inherit a business empire that is incomparably wealthy.
Each of the players still has their own identities, reasons for lack of money, or ambitious settings. Anyway, the most annoying thing about this round of competition is, in Eric's words, "You still have to act".
You have to speak for who you are, and act at least basically in line with the character set. The group of Xia Tian and Bai Jing'an used to be classmates from a famous university. They used to be rich and used to spending money freely, but now they are in decline. They need enough money to repay debts and squander. It happened that they received an invitation at this time, so they came to the floating empty island.
None of their team would fit in with that setup, but Uptown had always been good at building castles in the air anyway, and their job was to follow orders.
That night, the higher-ups obviously felt that the situation was not exciting enough, so they temporarily sent an address that was said to be the "secret hall" and asked them to go there. Judging from the decoration of the "secret hall", it was obvious that it had been planned for a long time. After arriving, everyone knew that it was the third lottery draw.
Draw jokers.