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The altar has been cleaned up, the blood on it is almost black under the firelight, and there is a smell of excrement in the air that the audience in front of the TV station can't smell.
"It's the first time I came to the scene, and the smell is too bad. It's better to use the virtual terminal." Fusen said, "This thing must be on "Into Hell"... It is said that the players are all VIPs. seats, but the air quality here is also too bad. After the end, I have to tell the guys that it’s better to stay on the boat and watch the 3D modeling, so as not to be overwhelmed by curiosity.”
Fang Youtian looked at him with an expression of awe.
Fusen doesn't belong here and can leave at any time, they can see that temperament at a glance.
"Wow, you have a ship." Xia Tian said.
"Yes, I have a boat," said Fussen. "Barque, I guess you don't know what that is, but your family has a pretty good imagination anyway."
"Use bones." Bai Jing'an said.
Everyone turned to look at him. He stood in front of the crack in the floor without looking up, and said, "The hardness of the bone can pry this thing up."
Someone asked weakly from behind: "Tactical planning?"
"Excellent." Fusen turned to look at the injured man and said, "Will someone please end this guy's suffering?"
The man opened his eyes wide in horror and called, "Wait a minute, I just got a little injury—"
No one paid attention to it, Huo Hao had no right to speak in this kind of discussion.
Xia Tian didn't even look at him, he stared at Fusen and said, "Do you think you are the boss here or something?"
Fu Sen raised his eyebrows, stood up straight, and took a step towards Xia Tian threateningly. Everyone around them backed away a bit, everyone knew what the situation was, a typical prison struggle for control.
"If you want to change someone, your tactical plan is good." Fusen said.
He glanced at Bai Jing'an, the latter was dirty, the cuffs and the hem of his clothes were stained with blood, which was made when he died of pulling iron.
Xia Tian was still staring at him, and Fu Sen looked at the injured again, wanting to say a few more words to show that he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Players do that all the time, and you can't be weak in this kind of place.
Xia Tian suddenly took a step forward and walked in front of Fusen.
His expression was relaxed, not unlike the face of any young man looking for trouble.
Fusen subconsciously stretched out his hand to block. This seemed to be the beginning of a common prison fight. There were many such fights in the killing show, and he was confident that his skills were not bad.
Xia Tian blocked his hand, suddenly grabbed his neck, and what in his hand passed between his neck.
He moved extremely fast and very concealed, then he quickly let go of his hand and took two steps back.
Fusen stood blankly, everyone was looking at him. He reached out to touch his neck and looked at his hands, which were covered in blood.
Xia Tian stood two steps away and looked at him coldly, the edge of the metal piece in his hand was dripping blood downwards, the coin was a little blunt, but if the force was strong enough, it would be enough to kill a person.
Blood gushed out of the arteries frantically, and Fusen finally realized that he had been attacked. He didn't quite understand why it happened... He rushed towards Xia Tian, who took a step back deftly and smiled at him.
The smile reminded him of some wild animal he had killed, beautiful but pure hostility. The animal looked at him with horrifying malice, seeing him panicking and desperate to do something.
Fusen didn't know what to do. He stumbled forward, dragging blood on the stone slab. Everyone avoided him, and most of them looked familiar.
No, they stood in a circle, watching his death.
Fusen is still not sure what happened. He has entered the final moments of the third round, and he is sure that with his performance, he is already well-known outside.
Everyone knows that the stars of The Slaughter Show are the coolest stars these days, walking sideways everywhere, throwing away money as they like, falling in love with whoever they fall in love with, and everyone will make way for you. Because you are a real villain.
He is also familiar with The Killing Show, and even worked as an intern on TV station, planning for a while. He knows all the rules, his simulation training scores are always high, he knows the wonders and dangers of this world, he doesn't understand...
He turned around in the cell for two more times before he finally couldn't move anymore. He knelt down, then slowly fell to the ground, and finally couldn't figure out what happened.
The people around him gathered around, watching the blood gushing out of his body, the light in his eyes disappeared. Then he died.
The wounded man who thought he was going to die before looked at this scene, unable to react.
Xia Tian looked around at the people, tossed the coin in his hand, and said, "Is there a bone now?"
Jakovsky stared dumbfounded at the latest developments on the screen, and he guessed that there were also shocked faces outside, not sure what the situation was.
Several thoughts were chaotically crashing into his alcohol-poisoned mind, and one was particularly loud: Good boy, I knew you were a pervert, and the ratings were a big hit, so fucking dare to do it!
The call icon at the bottom of the screen keeps flashing. The Fusen family is a shareholder of Fujin TV, and it must be a call asking him to get rid of that little bastard as soon as possible in the most tragic way, but there are too many shareholders of Fujin TV. That phone call is pointless.
Xia Tian is already in the killing show, how can it be miserable
A little psychedelic drink would solve their problems, Jakovsky thought, just a dead son.
He raised his head and drank the wine in the bottle, stared at the screen for a few seconds, and then switched the broadcast rights to his own terminal.
This episode will be broadcast in ten minutes, and he has already found an entry point for this killing.
He cut the camera to Bai Jingan.
Bai Jing'an didn't react to the surprise attack, his attention was always on the stone floor.
But that's okay, if you close him up, the shot itself represents the reaction. Viewers will interpret it in their own way.
And if you slow down the camera, you can always capture something in this kind of scene.
Yakovsky looked at Bai Jing'an, he was good-looking, but it was a pity that he and the camera obviously didn't call. At least he himself didn't want to call.
Wise man, it's a pity to come here, there's no way you can escape the cameras.
He slowed down the scene, and saw that in slow motion, when Xia Tian killed Fu Sen, Bai Jing'an showed an expression of "Oh my god, here it is again".
Yakovsky continued to stare at the screen. When Fusen was seriously injured and rushed towards Bai Jing'an, Xia Tian raised his hand, gave him a little help, and pushed him away from Fusen's forward route.
He gave a smile, that's all he wanted.
The point is, you have to have a reason. The audience needs to know your motives.
Yakovsky didn't know why Xia Tian killed Fu Sen, maybe he was just a fucking crazy boy, there are too many crazy people these days. But that's okay, he'll find one for him.
After a moment of silence in the cell, Xi Cheng said, "Uh, which bone is better to use? I suggest ribs, legs or arm bones are too... hard to handle."
Others agreed one after another. If Fusen's teammates were here, no one would express or raise objections. And no one looked directly into Xia Tian's eyes.
Five minutes later, the situation became a bit bloody, which belongs to the kind that requires money to see the full version.
The criminals provided some hidden weapons, and Xie Cao actually got a pair of pliers and half a knife. A group of people cut open the skin of the corpse, took out the bones, and two more people in the middle vomited, but it was finished anyway.
Looking at the handsome face of the corpse, Xia Tian revealed a contented smile, almost gentle, but full of malice and cruelty.
— This smile later became one of Xia Tian's most famous expressions.
When Jakovsky saw this scene, he knew that this was what he wanted.
It was a face suppressing great anger, hiding endless darkness, but also dazzlingly bright, disturbing.
And this kind of expression, which is simply perverted, is especially suitable for his motive: to protect a person.
Of course, Yakovsky didn't know if Xia Tian wanted to protect Bai Jing'an, maybe he wanted to, maybe he didn't care at all. He didn't know what Bai Jing'an was thinking, even with slow motion, the expression on that person's face was still hard to read.
But he doesn't care.
This is The Killing Show, and what it is, at its core, is—it’s an art of fiction.
In the prison, Xicheng said to Xia Tian: "Do you know what his background is?"
"He came from a rich man." Xia Tian said, "Do you know how well he sails?"
The other party glanced at him, and Xie Cao said: "Probably not bad. He said that he belongs to the Yingkong Lake Sailing Club, and he was only three hulls away from Georg in the competition last season."
"He can no longer go boating on the lake, what a pity." Xia Tian said.
"Can the conversation not be so perverted?" Someone next to him said.
They finished their work in an almost brisk atmosphere, and no one discussed Fusen's matter, as if his death was a matter of course, which came from a tacit understanding shared by everyone.
The desperadoes quickly finished their work, stuffed the bones into the crevices of the stone, and worked hard together to pry open the stone slab.
A burst of water vapor rushed towards the face from the darkness below, Xia Tian was the first to jump down, and fell into a body of water, the water flow was icy cold, reaching the ankles, feeling very wide.
He raised his head, Bai Jingan also jumped down, and he gave him a hand.
Then came Xicheng, the man looked around and said, "Sewer?"
It is indeed a sewer, although it is a particularly rough one, which seems to be temporarily built according to the terrain.
The surroundings are not completely dark. Moss is crawling on the stone walls on both sides, emitting a blue cold light, making the whole space cold and strange, as if in a different world.
Xia Tian leaned over to check, and there were faintly visible strange patterns on the walls, which were of the same system as those on the altar. Before the castle was built, there seemed to be an older and weirder structure underneath, and they stood in its subterranean area.
As soon as the sixteen-year-old teenage sniper was down below, he threw the bone into the water and tried nervously to wash his hands.
Xicheng glanced at him and said, "You'd better pick it up."
Fang Youtian looked up at him uncertainly, Xicheng said: "We don't have any weapons, we don't know what we will encounter."
The child stood there for two seconds, silently picking up the bone from the water. You don't have a right to be disgusted in this line of work.
The injured number finally jumped down, and his mobility seemed to be okay.
Several people discussed and determined the direction of the gate, hoping to go there and leave this place through the sewer system.
It seemed unlikely that they were prey in the maze, and it was impossible to leave without experiencing some major stimulation. But there is no other way.
After all, the choice is never in their hands.