While Lin Huai was still working on the four buttons, the host issued an order: "The first one to appear on the stage is our first lucky one—the eliminated No. 37."
The light quickly turned to the position of No. 37, and the dark-skinned woman in the cage was tied to the seat, staring at the front in horror.
She wasn't pretty, she even looked bloated and ugly, maybe that's why she was eliminated.
Eva with silver hair and green eyes was also illuminated by the light at the same time as her. In the strong contrast of that exquisite beauty, the woman looks even uglier and vulgar. The host grinned and continued: "Then, next, let Eva press the button and choose her ultimate fate for this potential criminal—"
"Woo, woo!"
The gagged woman struggled uneasily. Her eyes were protruding, and the straps that bound her were sunk deep into her flesh.
However, all her resistance was futile for this rock-solid facility. However, the desire for life still drove her to make the biggest attempt. Seeing her ugly appearance, the audience seemed even more excited.
"The number of online viewers has exceeded 3 million!" The roommate inadvertently glanced at the number of viewers in the upper right corner and exclaimed.
In the ancient earth era with a large population, this is really nothing. However, in the era of underground greenhouses that have experienced countless wars and population reductions, this is indeed an astronomical figure. Countless people who were originally indifferent to this entered the live broadcast room, watching every move in front of them with nervousness or curiosity.
They are either regular workers in daily life, or bored students wandering the streets, or decadent people who are addicted to the Internet, or aspiring young people who still care about the South and the news. It's hard to imagine that the warmhouse people, who are always gentle and polite, would be interested in this kind of scene, or that no matter how suppressed it is, curiosity about blood and violence is always part of human nature. It will not be curtailed by the division of the definition of "potential criminal", nor will it disappear due to a harsh environment.
"three!"
Eva looked down at the four buttons.
"two!"
The woman in the chair struggled frantically.
"one!"
The audience in front of the TV held their breath.
Eva hits the slow-flashing blue button before zeroing out at the last second.
For a while, the arena was silent. The dark-skinned woman moved her teeth tremblingly, and almost breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that nothing happened to her body.
'I... survived? ’ she thought half-fortunately.
However, at the next moment, the voice of the host shattered her fluke heart like a hammer: "It seems that our No. 1 Eva chose blue, blue is the color of the sky in mythology, and it is also the color of her eyes , let's see what is the execution method corresponding to the blue color?" As he spoke, he pretended to unfold a note.
He frowned and lowered his eyes, as if he saw something difficult to achieve on the note. The audience in the audience forgot to speak for a moment. They stretched their necks, looked towards the stage, and widened their eyes, as if this would allow them to see the content of the note one step earlier.
For a while, there were only the sound of breathing and the uncontrollable heartbeat in the venue.
"The corresponding method of execution... so it is, to fill the glass cabinet with water!"
"Wow!"
There was a burst of cheers from the auditorium, and amidst such joyous atmosphere, the woman collapsed on the seat as if she lost her strength.
In the greenhouse capital dozens of kilometers away, the Thirteenth Consul is eating his dinner at the dining table.
As usual, the secretary serving him switched the TV to the Starlight News Channel. While changing the channel, the voice of the Thirteenth Consul came from behind her: "Stop."
She stopped for no reason, and the place where the TV screen stopped was the bustling Starlight Entertainment Station. In the picture, there is a close-up of the glass cabinet. After struggling hard, the dark-skinned woman was paralyzed by the electrodes in the collar and gradually submerged by the water.
She frowned slightly, as if noticing her movements, the consul asked her casually, "What do you think?"
"I don't think it's too warm." She considered her tone and finally gave this answer.
As a woman who grew up in the upper class, she really didn't understand the significance of such sideshows. However, the consul behind her smiled lightly and shook his head.
"People's stress needs an outlet. In places where there is a lack of sunshine and sky, but where stress outlets are desperately needed, it is the best choice to divide people into three, six, and nine classes." He said lightly, "In extreme Under repression, there are no potential criminals, and there will be other people with similar functions. And don’t you think, they get happiness and satisfaction from it?”
"Happy and content?"
"It's better than others' satisfaction, the satisfaction of releasing pressure. It's a good thing to have something that allows them to divert their attention and relieve their pressure." The consul simply smiled, "Keep watching."
For some reason, when the secretary looked at the consul whom he had always admired, his fingertips felt cold. During the gap between their conversations, the struggle of the woman in the water tank gradually weakened, and she finally pushed her knees up unwillingly, her hair floating in the water like seaweed.
The second Adam pressed the green button. After checking the note, the moderator gave the second-to-last penalty for introducing excessive carbon dioxide. After the penultimate person died of suffocation, the camera not only showed the faces of the excited audience, but also showed the faces of the remaining few potential criminals with pale faces.
However, when the camera was shown on Lin Huai's face, the consul in front of the TV let out a "huh", and he looked at the secretary next to him and said, "What is this man doing?"
The secretary was also slightly puzzled.
Dr. Lucier in the audience showed a complacent look. He stared at the glass cabinet on the stage, sat on a chair with his head lowered, his eyes half closed, as if No. 81 was extremely depressed, and shook his head mockingly: "He looks very scared... But, he can't escape if he wants to escape." There is no way to escape. This cabinet is made of special materials, even if it is a shotgun, don’t even think about punching a hole in it.”
Thinking of this, he became more and more proud: "So what if you can talk so much? After seeing the current scene, aren't you scared to pee your pants?"
And the viewers in front of the TV were also aroused by the weird behavior of No. 81, and they asked each other about the identity of the No. 4.
"Who is this guy?"
"No. 81? Is that the No. 81 who fought against the Confucians?"
"Hahaha, are you scared because of the death of the same kind? Look how funny he is shrinking his head."
"More shots, more shots!"
"Give No. 81 more shots." The executive prompted the broadcast, "It seems that the audience is looking forward to his reaction."
"I can't wait to see how No. 81 presses the button." Someone wrote eloquently in the bullet screen, "Fearing the death of the same kind, but having to be the executioner yourself, this is simply the tragic aesthetics of Shakespeare's drama. !"
In this burst of discussion, No. 49 gradually died of suffocation. The scene turned to No. 13 who was frightened and crying by the previous two deaths, and No. 72 who was still in the cage. I saw that No. 13 in the picture still had tears on his face, crying so much that I felt sorry for him.
She didn't seem to want to press the button very much, and looked at the host for help. The host reminded: "If you don't press the button, we will randomly choose a method of execution after the time is over!"
"Instead of giving us the right to dispose of it, it's better for you to press a button. At least, he still has a quarter chance of surviving." The host eagerly suggested.
But how much of this eagerness is out of concern for a few people, and how much is out of the mentality of watching a good show? This is unknown.
After all the calls, No. 13 finally bit his lip and pressed the yellow button. After an exhilarating silence, the host unveiled the note: "The little yellow light represents—" he said regretfully, "released from the glass case."
As his voice sounded, there was a burst of boos from the audience. At the same time as the boos, there were expressions of relief on the 13th and 72nd.
After a tooth-piercing sound, the bottom of the glass cabinet containing No. 72 was opened, and No. 72, which was originally tied to the chair, was also loosened and fell down.
Seeing this scene, the secretary in front of the TV showed a slightly happy look. When the consul saw this scene, he didn't feel anything about the change in her expression, but said relaxedly, "Just wait a little longer."
At the same time, the network's viewership has plummeted. Countless netizens scolded the program group and quit the live broadcast room.
"This..." The relay looked at the person in charge in bewilderment.
In the bottom of his heart, he also complained about the choice of No. 13. Compared with the release of No. 72, it seemed that everyone preferred to watch the killing scene. However, the person in charge showed a meaningful smile.
"Don't jump to conclusions." She said with a smile, "The good ones are yet to come."
Amid a surge of dark tide, the light finally hit the direction of Lin Huai.
"Okay, in the third round of fate choice, number 13 successfully found the yellow button that symbolizes 'release', presumably the choice of number 81 will be exactly the same." The host looked at number 81 with an exaggerated expression of regret , "In the broadcast just now, we also noticed that No. 81 has been very angry—now, let's interview him about his feelings? No. 81, are you happy to see your compatriots released?"
As he spoke, he looked in the direction of number 81. I saw that after the second person died, No. 81, who was still kicking the glass cabinet fiercely, had quieted down. He seemed to be out of strength, sitting on a chair with his head down.
When the headlights came down, his entire face was shrouded in the shadow of the drooping hair on his forehead.
—His shoulders trembled. Was it anger, sadness, or fear
—Could it be that you were crying
Because of this, many viewers have strong malicious expectations.