Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation

Chapter 165: Survival on a Deserted Island (Twenty-Two) Survival

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The hospitals of this era were also white.

This was Song Que's first reaction after opening his eyes, and this reaction indeed seemed a bit heartless.

Everything that happened when he was in a coma was still in his mind, and he didn't lose his memory terribly. He just had a headache and couldn't think about what it meant.

After he woke up, the chief planner quickly rushed to his ward, holding something like a contract agreement in his hand. It seems that this era is still very similar to the era he lived in before. The more advanced technology and the Internet are, the more important contracts must be signed using primitive methods.

He knew that the chief planner was here to sign a contract with him. Although he had a headache and couldn't think, it was only for a difficult problem that even confused him. Analysis like this was almost subconscious, almost as natural as breathing, without using his poor brain at all.

The chief planner is a bearded man, short and fat, with a big belly. Different from the various bloody plots he planned in previous years of "Desert Island Survival", he looks very amiable.

Even though he wanted to get straight to the point, he didn't forget to take care of Song Que's body first. This hypocritical concern was not completely useless, at least Song learned that the hospital's diagnosis for him was hypoglycemia.

Of course Song Que's fainting was not because of the damn hypoglycemia. His headache was about to explode, which was completely different from the symptoms of hypoglycemia. Since the level of science and technology in this era is higher, the level of medicine will not be much worse. The doctor who came to this conclusion either didn't study hard when he was in school, or he couldn't find out what caused Song Que to faint, so he speculated on the most likely cause of hypoglycemia. After all, this is a great excuse for sudden dizziness.

Even after he fainted and woke up, Song Que's headache was not relieved at all. The annoying chief planner was still the same as before he fainted, as if he had become a character on a color TV. From time to time, the picture turned into black and white, and even flickered. Fan. The pain made him become irritable unconsciously. The more the chief planner spoke, the more irritated he became, and he even wanted to punch him in the face.

This desire for violence is very familiar, but Song has restrained it for decades. There is no reason why he would fall here. He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and looked at the chief planner's face that looked more and more like he needed to be beaten, and then he managed to calm down a little.

Song said directly: "I don't want to sign any contract with you for the time being."

The chief planner hadn't said anything yet, but Song refused as soon as he opened his mouth, which made his face change slightly. After the whole program, he also saw how powerful Song Que was. Naturally, he would not think that Song Que refused because he didn't know what he wanted to say, but he still wanted to struggle again.

Song successfully blocked him before he could speak: "Of course, don't worry, I won't sign such a contract with any other company. So please don't fight for this moment. Can you give me some time? I'm a little dizzy." It hurts and I want to see a doctor.”

To be honest, the chief planner didn't really care whether Song Que's head hurt or whether he wanted to see a doctor. After all, the doctor said that he was just a little hypoglycemic, and this disease did not affect Song Que's commercial value at all. Things that do not affect commercial value are difficult for businessmen to take notice of.

But he was sensitive to the subtlety of Song Que's choice of words. Song Que said that he did not want to cooperate with them for the time being. As for invitations from other companies, he reassured him and directly said that he would not sign contracts with them.

The chief planner realized that this was a hint given to him by Song Que, both to reassure him and to give him some performance. After the chief planner got to this point, he was no longer so tense and could talk a lot. When he saw that Song wanted to see a doctor, he immediately invited a doctor for him.

In fact, Song knew that it would be useless to seek help from a doctor, but it was fine to say that he did not believe in evil, or that he would not look back until he hit the wall.

The doctor is a middle-aged uncle. It is when he has rich experience and sufficient physical strength. It can be said to be the golden period of the doctor's profession.

Song said to him: "Hello, doctor, I have a severe headache. It's a tearing, persistent pain. I had this kind of pain before I fainted, and I still had the same feeling when I woke up. Do not you know why?"

The doctor did all the tests on him and found no problem at all, so he could only test him for hypoglycemia.

This doctor has a headache. Although he is not a fan of Song Que, he has also taken the time to watch a few episodes of "Desert Island Survival". Who would have thought that this most popular contestant would be sent to him to let him Healing—He hadn't yet seen what the disease was.

The doctor was even more puzzled after hearing Song Que's description. He examined Song Que for various common symptoms that could cause headaches, but none of the test results were correct. The diagnosis of hypoglycemia seemed hasty, but it was actually the most reasonable explanation he could think of. But once Song Que's description is added, it becomes impossible. Doctors have begun to wonder if the headache may be caused by some more tortuous disease.

Song Que added: "And when I look at people or the entire world, there are phantoms."

The tone of Song Que's words already made the doctor feel a little weird, and when he heard the content, he frowned.

"What kind of apparition?"

Song looked at the doctor who was talking. He was like a chief planner. As he spoke, his whole body turned black and white, and then horizontal stripes appeared, as if he couldn't receive the signal.

Song Qi paused and calmly described what he saw.

The doctor stopped recording the symptoms, but Song could tell from his expression that he began to suspect that he had a mental illness.

Song couldn't control himself, sneered, suddenly lay down, pulled the quilt over his head, and hid his whole body in the small darkness. He only wanted to let him go and make him feel better because he had a headache.

The doctor outside looked at the chief planner at a loss, and the chief planner pulled him out of the door, leaving a quiet environment for Song Que.

Song Ke was not crazy when he had a perverted brain, so he didn't necessarily become inexplicably mentally ill as soon as he set foot in this world. Since the doctor couldn't give him a physiological explanation, his inference could only go in another direction.

The confusion and fear are all due to expectations. Once there is no way out, Song is calmer than anyone else.

When the chief planner came to see Song Que again, he had become the strongest player with terrifying sanity again.

The chief planner wanted to sign Song Que to his banner, but Song Que just wanted to use him to understand the world. He desperately wants to know, what is different about this world? What is true? What is fake again

Song Que seems to be very rational now, but in fact he is the most irrational at the moment. He had a premonition that he was very close to the truth. This premonition prevented him from truly calming down, which was why he seemed so urgent.

The chief planner was not an unsuspecting person, but what Song Que wanted to know was not really a secret to him, so he was easily led to reveal a lot of information.

Song Que was not mentally prepared for what the chief planner told Song Que and showed him. But after watching it, he returned to the hospital and locked himself on the rooftop in silence.

He walked to the railing of the rooftop and looked down. As expected, medical resources are somewhat tight no matter what era they are in. The hospital's building is really high.

Song was not afraid of heights, even though the height was enough to wipe out a person's body, let alone a glance, he was not afraid even if he stared at it for ten days and a half.

He remembered that he once played a role, and the final outcome was to jump from the rooftop. The character smoked a cigarette before jumping.

Song Qing never smoked, but he did smoke one when he was acting, but he was not addicted and never tried it again. But at this moment, he actually wanted to smoke one and puff up the smoke, not knowing what it would feel like.

The entertainment industry in this world is quite developed, to an almost dangerous level. This danger refers to two aspects. On the one hand, it is their attitude that everything can be entertained. It is like Song Que and the others, who are obviously humans from the same origin as them, but are treated as second-class citizens and arranged to participate in bloody and cruel competitions. for their amusement. On the other hand, it is the technology in their cultural industry. Advanced things are always dangerous, and dangerous things are precisely advanced.

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Before Song Que came out, the ratings of "Desert Island Survival" had been declining year after year. In the past few years, the number one reality show has been a program called "Journey to Another World".

"Journey to Another World" is the same as "Desert Island Survival". It selects unsuspecting players from the experimental area, sets a virtual world view for them, randomly pulls in an auxiliary existence such as a system, and lets them work with the staff. guide to complete the task, so that the variety show itself has enough plot to edit wonderful conflicts and contradictions.

All this is really too coincidental, as if someone pointed at his nose and said to him: "The adventures and gifts in your eyes are just a wonderful show in the eyes of others. The fate you have encountered is just a period of time." The program has been set long ago. The reality in your eyes is all illusion. You seem to be confident, but in my eyes it is just a joke."

Song Qi laughed, not knowing what he was laughing at.

When the chief planner took him to see those things, he didn't show anything strange. It wasn't like he was sitting in front of the camera and watching their expressions of condescension subconsciously. At this moment, he seemed to be in the same world as him. people.

But just a second ago, he showed him how much like a real person those "people" can behave after setting the program. How could he be sure that the general planner in front of him, who seemed like a normal person, was not a projection from another level

Song looked at the ground that seemed far away under the rooftop. If he jumped from here, would he die

In the virtual world shown by the general planner, the scenes those people are in are all real. Their technological level greatly reduces the time it takes them to build such a building, and at the same time reduces the construction cost. The only expensive thing is manpower. , so the supporting characters in all worlds are artificial intelligence, wearing a layer of fake skin to play humans.

If this is the case, the people he saw and communicated with were not real people. Only the high platform he stood on was real and could bring him death.

Song climbed up the railing and sat firmly on the railing with his own sense of balance.

This would be a very dangerous scene in the eyes of others, as if a gust of wind could blow Song Que down.

The system, which had been silent for a long time, finally spoke: "Tell me, what is the truth of the world in your eyes? What are you? Who are those people you have met? And who am I?"

The moment the system appears is too subtle, as if everything is rolling inexorably toward that conclusion.