1.
The water surface of the Temple of War seems to be endless, but in fact it has a precise calculation—it is exactly the same as the water volume of Yingkong Lake.
Fans say that the beauty of that lake is also here. At first glance, the sun spreads out on the open water like broken gold, and the scenery is picturesque, and the bones under it are faintly visible like pebbles.
The police haven't found out who sank the lake, but they are a fringe organization, and they only take care of civilian affairs, and they don't have any role in matters related to the Fujin Group.
The Floating Void City has its own huge and dark background. Those people rule the order with bloody wrists, but this kind of rule has no laws and regulations, and no one knows the details of the punishment. A lot of money cuts off the light.
Bai Jing'an said in a low voice: "Xiao Minkov's phone has been disconnected."
Xia Tian nodded with a cold face, and said: "He has to suffer a lot this time."
They were silent for a while, and Xia Tian remembered that once at a banquet, he heard a person who seemed to be quite well-known talking to Mr. Minkoff.
—As usual, the banquet program is very pornographic and violent. Large pieces of human bodies are made into motionless sculptures, which is said to express some kind of materialization.
"He doesn't look sixteen," said the man.
Old Minkoff said, "I don't want him to grow too fast."
When he spoke, Little Minkov stood behind him, with his eyes downcast and expressionless. The meaning in his words... made Xia Tian's chills stand on end.
For a moment he wanted to ask Little Minkov, what could they do
But without asking, he realized, of course they could.
"This time," Bai Jing'an said, "no amount of sinking into the lake can comfort him anymore."
"What do you think Little Minkov wants to do?" Xia Tian said.
"What he wants has always been simple," Bai Jing'an said, "to destroy the world, or to destroy himself."
He thought for a while, and added: "Since he is the benefactor, we should try our best to ensure that the world is destroyed."
Xia Tian laughed.
The setting sun burned on the surface of the water, and even though it had turned into a body of water, the temple seemed to burn more violently, as if what Minkov sank was not water, but oil.
At this moment, a message was sent, and an orange-red icon jumped in the corner of the line of sight.
Xia Tian glanced at it, and the assistant sent it, saying that the treatment of Wei Xi and Eric had ended, they had to prepare, and returned from "death" to the bustling city of the world.
It also indicated his attire, the name of the new makeup artist, preparation questions and a preliminary outline of the image, and attached the next itinerary plan, densely packed, making people dizzy.
Bai Jing'an ignored him, and pressed the icon off in Xia Tian, thinking that he was a wounded person, how could he have such a tight schedule after he just came out of the treatment cabin.
The two stared at the surface of the water with depressed expressions, neither of them wanted to move. If it's so popular, it's probably no problem to play big names.
"What do you think?" Bai Jing'an said, and made a gesture towards the shimmering light in front of his eyes, "This."
Xia Tian was silent for a while.
He looked up at the statue, and even though he knew it had been here for less than a year—he just added heavy guns and half-body armor, he still felt that it had been standing for billions of years, would always be here, people would always find it, and it The number of corpses underfoot increases year by year.
He himself also had empty hands, and those people were going to make a ceremony to return the marshmallow and the scepter of the god of war to him in front of the camera.
He knew what the company wanted him to do. Just like when they first came here and they gave him a scorer to kill, now those people want him to be the god of war, standing at the top, gathering all the eyes, obsessions and money.
In the end, they will also give him another ending to maximize the benefits.
"They will kill me, won't they?" Xia Tian said.
Bai Jing'an didn't say anything for a while.
After a while, he said, "I won't let anything happen to you."
"How did you say that?" Xia Tian laughed, "This is an overly optimistic and unrealistic statement."
But Bai Jing'an didn't speak, and didn't answer a joke. Xia Tian turned to look at him, and Bai Jing'an also looked at him... It's hard for Xia Tian to describe the look in his eyes, just like when he was looking at his hometown. Suffocating darkness and murderous intent.
He couldn't speak for a moment, he just stretched out his hand and patted Bai Jing'an's arm. Their wounds have healed, the battle is over, but it feels like comforting a badly wounded comrade on the battlefield.
This is indeed on the battlefield.
The assistant sent another message, but Xia Tian ignored it. He stared at a box of cream-covered strawberry treats on his lap, an unimaginable thing downtown, and there were plenty of treats he'd never heard of.
"When I signed the contract, the person in charge told me that I would be the property of the Fujin Group from now on." Xia Tian said, "Sen Lan was right next to him, yelling at his father that I belonged to him, and he couldn't Giving it away without permission."
He unconsciously touched the back of his neck.
"I came uptown... the Sugar Court people, the planners and the producers, those porn commercials... a lot of people said things like that," he said, "I never felt like something about who I was, but there was always that Many people want to put me on a chain."
He suddenly laughed.
"You know, on the last day, Sen Lan came to see me. He said a lot of shit every day, what he ate, who he slept with, as if someone really cared, and then he suddenly asked me if I would like to be with him Go to bed... I was hurt and in so much pain, I couldn't stop laughing."
He seemed to think it was very funny.
"He's mad, I know he'll be mad, he'll kill me," Xia Tian said, "but I'm still laughing."
The burning light on the water surface reflected in his eyes, full of murderous aura.
"During the first year back to Shangcheng, I killed about three people." Bai Jing'an said.
Xia Tian turned to look at him, and he said: "It's all by chance, one of the planners during the massacre in District N has been calling it the 'studio below', saying that Bai Lin is a gold medal star, and that the simultaneous pornography service It was his idea... that is, you know the one, and the whole script and the plot, he's choreographing those people..."
He stared at the water for a moment before continuing, "Looks like we're pets in a backyard cage! It's been talking about that all over the place, I know we should keep it low-key, but—"
He laughed at himself when he first said it, but in the end he began to ooze murderous intent from his bones, and he couldn't even organize the sentences clearly. The hatred never receded.
"It's done very quickly, and I haven't heard any wind." Xia Tian said.
"It's not difficult." Bai Jing'an said.
He turned his head to look at Xia Tian, and said again: "I won't let you have trouble."
Xia Tian nodded, smiled at him, and smoothed his hair.
Bai Jing'an always felt that Xia Tian's habit of doing nothing was very childish, but he was indeed comforted, as if the wound had finally begun to heal, and he was himself again.
He stood there, Ren Xia messed up his hair, looking up at the statue.
In the Temple of War God, the burning lake spread out on the bones, beautiful and magnificent, like hell.
But this isn't hell, it's just the Floating Gold Group, the Floating Void City, and a website.
Haitian said that Xia Tian couldn't see Didi now, and had to meet in the medical hall, where there was a full set of shooting team and scene planning.
Wei Xi stood beside him wearing a light-colored dress and sick makeup, and said, "It's back to the circus."
He looked so weak that it almost made people suspect that the medical department had cut corners when treating him. However, the assistant explained to Xia Tian that he looked good originally, but the propaganda department felt that he should not be too lively when he appeared in front of the camera, he needs to be a little more vulnerable and helpless, so that the audience will feel cordial.
He was indeed very lively, and he provoked the camera twice along the way-turned off the camera, saying that he didn't like that model. There was also a fight with the publicity assistant.
Their network logistics staff died once, but when they came back, they didn't have the silence and depression before, and they were completely nineteen-year-old young people. The kind that wants to cause trouble.
"I can't believe I missed the final scene." He said to Xia Tian, "There must be bigger scenes in the future to make up for this regret."
"There should be." Xia Tian said.
"I wasn't expecting much," Eric said.
While talking, they came to the medical hall.
When they walked in, everyone suddenly stopped talking and stared at Xia Tian.
This eerie silence lasted for a while, as if people still didn't know how to face him, how to talk to him. Then all of a sudden, human voices sounded at the same time, and the cameras all focused, as if a big wave rushed to drown them.
"Do you know how many 'executions' there have been?"
"Most of them died without guilt. No one has ever really acted before. You gave people the courage to resist—"
"Will you make some kind of declaration? Is the Yingkong Lake incident a declaration of war on the resource monopoly of the rich and unkind?"
"Is there anyone else you want to kill?"
"Will you date An Xiaoyin again?"
"Do you have a sexual relationship with Bai Jing'an?"
Xia Tian parted his lips twice in the middle, but he didn't get into the conversation, but he seized the time to say "no" to Bai Jing'an's question—anyway, these people kept asking questions, so don't worry about the silence, he just needs to listen.
"Do you know what Ang did at 175? Did you kill him because of that?" a reporter said.
Of course Xia Tian didn't know, but at this moment he knew that it didn't matter what he thought or said.
In the midst of this chaos, he stared at the door, counting the time.
At that exact moment, everyone made a gap, and Didi stood at the end of the frenetic crowd.
She was wearing an expensive designer suit, dressed like an exquisite cake at a banquet. Miss Qianju led her, holding Xia Tian's gun in her hand.
Xia Tian thought, the scene looked chaotic, but actually it was very logical.
—What a clear symbol, telling you that they will give you enough force to kill people, but no one lives in a vacuum.
He belongs to this world, and the upper world has its rules, so he must play his role well.
He gave Dee Dee a big smile, no matter how big the trouble was, he didn't reflect it in the slightest.
The girl took a deep breath, smiled at him, and walked over quickly.
Xia Tian is familiar with her expression, she will do it when there is a big trouble at home. He was sure she wanted to cry, and she would definitely cry when she got home...but now she smiled cutely, and walked steadily as she walked, as if every step had to be calculated so that things wouldn't worsen.
Xia Tian squatted down, opened her arms towards Didi, and in the last two steps, she rushed over uncontrollably and hugged him forcefully. She is shaking.
"Okay, okay, I'm back." Xia Tian said.
She choked up a little, so low that only he could hear, and immediately acted as if nothing happened.
"I saw that Yingkong Lake sank, and I thought it was an earthquake." She said to him, "Haida took me to see the ruins, it's so beautiful!"
"Give it to me." Xia Tian said.
"I want too."
"Wait until you grow up."
Xia Tian kissed her hair, and everyone was busy taking pictures of this touching scene and sharing it in the public space.
Miss Qianju came over with a sweet smile, holding a dark tray with his gun inside. Gold and black are placed opposite each other, the beast of doom is like a black hole in the metal, but the scepter of the god of war is like a piece of falling sunlight.
Xia Tian held Didi in one hand, stretched out his hand, and picked up the gun.
2.
Stepping into the street outside the medical hall in summer, the sun and cheers come like waves. He squinted his eyes, and the whole world was like a pot of porridge, full of money, noise and desire.
A stretched luxury car was parked on the side of the road, its body was pitch black, like a monster lying on the ground, it was his car for the final banquet. Surprisingly, there are vehicles clearing the way at the front and back, resembling armored vehicles, and it looks like a large group of people is preparing to start a war.
"For you." Haida said.
Xia Tian looked at this convoy in shock, Haitian stood behind him, and added: "It's all of them."
Eric said something behind: "Damn!"
Lin Lie, the host of Floating Gold 1, said with a smile on his face, "This is the latest product of Fortress' 'Crazy Beast' series. There are three different models to choose from—"
He advertised it eloquently, and it sounded like the car was built to fight wars and shouldn't be driven on the street at all. However, the Fortress company obviously thinks that Xia Tian should drive this car more often, even the driver is ready-looking capable, vicious, ready to charge into battle at any time.
Every time he came out of the arena, Xia Tian felt very divided, his life and will suddenly seemed to be very important, countless people came for him, a group of people rushed to serve, as if all the hope in life lay in this.
Haida told him that he didn't need to think that taking things for nothing, and advertisers are not stupid, of course they give things because they are sure to get more benefits.
The big-name host next to him finished the advertisement, and a group of people stared at Xia Tian.
"I like it very much." Xia Tian said dryly.
"Excellent." Haida said, "Get in the car."
The driver opened the car door with a solemn expression, and Xia Tian got in.
The carriage is covered with a dark red carpet, leather sofas, temperature-controlled wine cabinets, bar counters and other things are placed in random places, and the lights are hidden in the corners, like a fire burning in a dark night corner.
Diddy got into the car and jumped to the window to look outside.
The car slid silently into the street.
The stars' first stop was the finale banquet.
Until now, the games in other arenas are still not over. The third field set a series of records - the chaos of the audience, the weakness of the planning team and the low death toll.
The killing show has never lacked various records, but after seeing that kind of struggle and the powerlessness of the planning team, fans seem to have almost no taste for anything else.
The actions of this group made the commonplace of documentation, pain and defiance meaningful, radiant and exciting.
Lin Lie sat down, adjusted the camera, turned to Xia Tian and asked, "Were you really an important figure in the rebel army before?"
"What?" Xia Tian said.
"There is such a rumor that you were in the encapsulation area at that time because you were a member of the rebel army." Lin Lie said, "After all, all the young people in N area were related to the riots at that time."
After a moment of silence in the car, Eric said, "Have you watched too many movies?"
"No, the movies are all based on reality, and we have clear evidence—" the host said, spouting out a bunch of data, Xia Tian didn't understand what he was talking about, but it felt very convincing.
He sat up straight, showing a smile that he used to get into when he got into trouble in the downtown, which was very good-looking. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," he said.
"What you're talking about is just chance, and there's no proof of death." Eric said, as another person from District N, he has a strong sense of crisis in such things.
"Everyone knows that 'the young men of N' are dead," he said. "Not a single one is alive."
"Please don't be nervous, we don't mean to judge, we just want to know the truth of the year." Lin Lie said, "And it's not too strict to say 'the young people in District N are dead', is it? After all, Mr. Xia lived from Came out of the massacre."
"He has nothing to say about this," Eric said firmly, "and he was not considered a young man in District N at the time, only a child in District N."
Outside the car window, a holographic billboard welcoming Xia Tian "returning to the human world from the Shura field again" came oncoming. The whole body was depressing black and red, with bones everywhere, only his position had a little light.
The billboards on both sides of the road are full of his welcome propaganda.
"But in such a world, childhood is very short, Mr. Eric." Lin Lie said softly, "Thirteen years old is enough to understand what death, despair, oppression and resistance are all about!"
Eric couldn't find a word to refute for a moment, and the tone of the gold medal host was more rebel than the rebels.
To be honest, the riots in District N initially affected only a few large districts nearby, but after the failure, the impact began to become stronger year by year. In the upper city, it is even more radiant.
Something radiated from that dark, brutal rebellion, and it only intensified.
Xia Tian can understand the influence of the incident in the N area in the lower city, but he doesn't understand how those who were killed because of the rebellion became heroes in the upper city after a few years.
According to Haida, because "upejo likes this type of hero, and here is a world where consumption is paramount."
"Here, merchants try their best to study the desires of consumers. Whether it is warmth and inspiration or destruction of the world, we try our best to amplify it, fan the flames, and then set a good price. If you want to sell something, you have to do this." She said, "On The city is a cruel place, but here, you can always buy what you want."
While speaking, the young image planner looked at this gigantic city in the sky, piled up with buildings, vehicles, commodities and endless advertisements.
She shrugged and said, "This is our choice."
The car moved forward and passed smoothly.
Xia Tian looked out of the window and couldn't close the baffle, even if he was God of War, he had to follow the company's regulations.
"Didn't the news say there was a traffic jam everywhere?" he said.
"Yes, it's blocked." Haida said, smiling at him. The sun shone on her face, her expression was brisk, her pupils dilated, obviously due to the effect of drugs, and it was the background color of remoteness and restlessness in the carnival.
"The company cleared Sky Avenue for you to walk. How could the God of War block the road?" She continued, "It's the first time in my life that I saw a celebrity go out, and it needs to be cleared on a large scale."
Only then did Xia Tian realize that the street under their feet was full of cars—I don't know if it was intentional, but the road he was on was the highest. Countless people looked in this direction, waved and shouted at him. They couldn't even see him, it was just the car.
Around them, the entire city was bathed in sunlight, exquisite and complicated, with countless walls, doors, windows and billboards reflecting light, as if it was in high heat and would burn at any time.
At this moment, Xia Tian's private mobile phone rang, and he glanced at it, it was an unknown number. But not everyone can call this number.
He answered the phone, and a voice came from the opposite side, saying, "You guys are in trouble."
Little Minkov's voice.
He said: "You two are on the list of this year's guest show."
Seeing Xia Tian's expression, Bai Jing'an immediately realized that something had happened, and reached out to cut into the call authority.
"I can't help, he doesn't like me being influenced by others, and my attention will only make you more trouble." Xiao Minkov said.
He seemed inconvenient to speak, and his voice was very low.
"Your gun is good, Shuri will definitely ban it. It's a game of cat and mouse, they want to 'get to know' you before committing to a big job. It's going to be very—"
He stopped, and there was a dead silence at the end of the radio wave, revealing a gloomy and bloody atmosphere.
At the same time, the huge shadow of the Fujin Group headquarters was cast, and the crimson light of the billboard lit up, coating the car with blood.
Xiao Minkov didn't finish that sentence, he continued: "The positioning of the guest show is a 'boutique game', generally it will not last more than a week, and it will not affect the publicity and the next round of competition. The technology in the show is higher than real-time For science and technology, I will send the commonly used product parameters, and you can look at the data."
After he finished speaking, he was about to hang up the phone, Xia Tian said: "How are you... how?"
The people on the opposite side fell silent again, and the brilliance and noise of the city subsided, leaving only a bloody and oppressive silence.
Then, Minkov said in a gloomy tone: "It's all right."
The phone hangs up.
Xia Tian and Bai Jing'an exchanged glances, but did not speak again.
On the billboards in the street, Xia Tian can see countless pieces of his own face. Lin Lie was talking to Huitian, saying that there are very few people who can take this kind of photos with the momentum of Xia Tian, who is completely an invincible god.
It seems that as long as you follow, you can get the ultimate answer.
Twenty minutes before Xia Tian came to the final banquet, he immediately realized that the trick of blending into the crowd would no longer work.
At that time, he found a corner and checked the current status of several players he knew—most of them were dead, and those who were not dead were dying soon.
Somehow, a group fight started in the venue.
As a place for carnival after the game, there are a lot of desperadoes and alcohol, and there is no reason to fight. At the finale banquet, people die every time. Even when these players are off the field, they often make life look like a kill show.
At that time, there were not two sides fighting, there were at least three different forces, and there were a few free-for-alls.
The fight spread to the corner where Xia Tian was, and he glanced at it, ignoring it. At this moment, a bald head met his gaze.
The man threw the kid in his hand onto the table, just like throwing away the stolen goods when the police came, while solemnly nodding towards Xia Tian.
The person who fought with him was Fan Ning, whom Xia Tian knew, and he gave the Doomsday Destroyer a rocket launcher when he opened the arsenal last round. This person was about to pounce on him, but when he found that Xia Tian was watching, he immediately stopped, pulled his clothes, and nodded to him.
Within seconds, everyone stopped fighting and greeted him one after another.
Xia Tian reflexively returned a smile and said, "You guys continue."
A group of people all smiled at him, Xia Tian turned and walked away, and immediately started again.
Bai Jing'an had been standing in a hidden corner, and now he came out and said, "We should get some food first, find a more secluded room, and read what Xiao Minkov sent over."
Xia Tian nodded in agreement, and the two discussed what kind of food to store, and they had various ideas about it.
While acting separately, Xia Tian heard someone calling his name from behind. He turned his head, and two dudes in suits came up to him through the crowd, and one of them shook his ID and said, "Police."
Xia Tian subconsciously stood up straight, making an innocent look.
Although the police in the upper city have no power, they only have a sense of presence in novels or strip parties, but wearing uniforms is still quite intimidating. Since the clothes are quite similar to those of the security team in the lower city, at least for criminals like Xia Tian People are like this.
The two came over, introduced themselves politely, and showed him the document that Fujin Group allowed to investigate internal employees.
The leader was handsome and had a friendly smile. He said, "It's like this. We are investigating a murder case and hope to get your assistance."
Xia Tian expressed his cooperation with a smile on his face.
"If you could tell us where you were between ten o'clock in the evening and three o'clock in the morning on the seventeenth of May," said the man, "we would be very grateful."
Xia Tian was tense all over.
Of course he knew where he was. He's in the cold bedroom, smashing the guy's head into the carpet.