At the same time, this live broadcast was also broadcast in the southern border headquarters.
"Dr. Joe. The Admiral is inside alone..."
"He's been inside for a day." Dr. Qiao asked curiously, "What did he do?"
As he spoke, he heard extremely fast keyboard tapping from inside. After the continuous sound of the keyboard, the man inside seemed to be done. He pressed the "enter" key and stretched himself.
"At the critical moment, I still have to rely on the power of my technology..." the man sighed.
Dr. Joe: …
He thought for a while, and after his voice was completely quiet, he pushed open the admiral's door.
… He felt dazzled.
In the empty command room, the ruthless general was putting his feet up on the table, watching the live broadcast on the table with his chin resting on one hand, and holding a lollipop in the other. Before he had time to react to the information received by his eyes, he only felt that there was another flower in front of him.
The next moment, what he saw was the general sitting upright with a white thing in his mouth, looking intently at the screen in front of him.
"this is… "
"This cigarette tastes very good." The other party said coldly.
Dr. Joe: …
He had some doubts that the other party was lying, but his admiration for his friend made him quickly dispel this idea. After seeing the person on the screen, he said "Huh?"
"You actually watch the live broadcast of Xingguang Channel." He said.
As soon as the words fell, he felt that he was talking nonsense again. It's self-evident who the general is looking at! With hatred, he looked at the twitching shoulders on the screen, and said gloatingly, "Sure enough, he's still a potential criminal who won't be on the stage, so emotional..."
"what?"
"I'm so excited after witnessing a few deaths." Dr. Qiao shrugged. "Considering the effect of the program, the program team chose the most bloodless treatment method. This can all be... psychological fragility..."
Then, he heard the other party's voice.
"It's quite exciting." The man said, "Look at how happy he is smiling, tsk tsk."
"what?"
It was already half an hour before Dr. Qiao remembered the purpose of his trip - to report on the increasingly rampant and miraculous attacks of the Southern Freedom Army. Before that, let's zoom back to the museum.
The question "Did No. 81 be scared to cry" echoed in the hearts of the host and many viewers. The host signaled the director to give Lin Huai a close-up, and said, "It seems that our No. 81 is emotionally unstable, so let's proceed—"
At the next moment, his voice stopped abruptly, like a dying chicken being choked by Huanong.
What he had expected was a face terrified, angry, tired and pained by the death of his compatriots. However, to his surprise, what appeared in the camera and was zoomed in without dead ends in order to appreciate all the details of his negative emotions—
It's a face with a happy smile!
The draft that was originally prepared disappeared at this moment. Looking at the face in front of him, the host found it difficult to describe himself in words. In that smile, there is no trace of sympathy, fear, hesitation, anger, or even the joy that is almost like a survivor—
It was pure joy, joy without a trace of impurities.
That kind of joy is not like the joy caused by seeing the rest of the lives of our compatriots, let alone the haze that witnessing many brutal deaths should have. Just happy, completely happy, he looked at the third empty cabinet, his gaze briefly swept over the cabinet where the brutal death occurred, and finally, his gaze stopped at the shivering teenager in the fourth cabinet.
—Is he not frightened, nor angry
The host finally continued according to his script: "No. 81, when you executed No. 72 and others just now, you seemed very angry. What made you so angry? Is it the death of the same kind, or What about the cover-up of fear of one's own situation?"
"fear?"
"Isn't it worth fearing to see one's own kind die without dignity?"
"Hehe, hehe..." Lin Huai shook his shoulders and laughed, then, he glanced at the audience lightly, with a bit of pleasant contempt in his eyes, "Actually, I thought this show was very boring before. People want to sleep—"
"It's very common to kill people for excitement. But this way of seeing neither blood nor hearing screams is too boring." He shrugged, "I almost fell asleep watching it. I teach You guys have a way - if you want to pursue excitement, why not install an iron propeller on the top, turn it while going down - (the content after that is manually mosaiced by the author), or pump out the atmosphere... "
Under his vivid description, the audience's faces were livid, and even a few audience members with indigestion began to retch. Lin Huai looked at the people in the audience and said in surprise, "Oh? Isn't the pursuit of excitement what you want? Are you more civilized than me?"
"This No. 81 is really a villain through and through..." someone murmured.
"It's disgusting, how can you say such disgusting and cruel words."
"He should be executed! How can such a person stay, of course he should be executed!"
Those who left the comment, because they did not manually participate in the execution of the potential prisoner, spoke with peace of mind and loudly called for the death of another person. But the demon in the center of their discussion laughed "hehe". He covered his face and laughed louder: "Originally, I thought you guys were really boring. This way of executing people randomly is really a routine that has been played enough years ago. Until just now, I found out A secret is revealed, and this secret is the most subtle and creative part of this game."
"Here, I have to pay tribute to the planner of this show, you are really very creative." He looked at everyone with bright eyes, "Do you want to know what this idea is?"
"Do you want to cut off the broadcast?" Someone asked.
"No," the person in charge stopped him, "let's look at number 81, what else can we say next."
Next, No. 81 said something surprising: "What is the current number of viewers?"
"what?"
After the host reported the number of viewers, he shook his head with some regret: "It's only a few million viewers, forget it, let's treat it as a big reward for the opening."
"Before revealing the truth, I will also make my verdict on the fate of No. 91." Lin Huai said, looking at the red-haired girl in the opposite glass cabinet, "I saved you once before, and now you are in the same place again." Here, it's really fate... By the way, I'll ask you a question."
The red-haired girl looked at him in bewilderment.
"How long can you hold your breath?"
After saying this, he laughed and pressed the blue button under the watchful eyes of everyone.
A transparent stream of water began to slowly pour into the glass cabinet from the top. In order to enjoy the fear of the prisoners, the speed of the water flow was strictly controlled, and it took about five minutes to submerge the girl's nose.
Humans can hold their breath for three minutes. There are still eight minutes before the girl dies.
After witnessing Lin Huai's abnormal behavior, the originally weak ratings instantly rose to the highest point at that moment! Countless greenhouse citizens who had quit the live broadcast room and switched channels all poured into the live broadcast room at that moment. They wrote long paragraphs of question marks and exclamation marks, and everyone was asking the same few questions.
"He's crazy?"
"Is he killing someone on purpose?"
"Why did number 81 do this?"
Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Lin Huai smiled happily. He laughed out loud like a kid getting his favorite toy.
"You..." The host was dumbfounded.
He was completely stunned by the scene before him. According to his vision, Lin Huai would definitely press the yellow button and release the potential criminals as before. Then at the end of the show, they'll reveal the truth about what "gets the inmate out" and appreciate the greater desperation of the would-be inmates, all while watching the ratings climax.
But, but.
But this person doesn't play cards according to common sense!
He actually wanted to kill someone!
"You, you." The host was stunned, "Why did you kill someone?"
Lin Huai looked at him leisurely: "Didn't you, the program team, and the greenhouse give this to me? I am the fourth, and I have the right to kill the corresponding prisoner."
"But… "
"But what?" He walked towards the glass step by step, meeting the host's eyes. Those eyes were dark and gloomy, making it difficult to see the thoughts inside, but the corners of the mouth turned up, looked gloomy and terrifying, "Oh, I see—"
He prolongs his tone on purpose.
"You don't want to kill people, you don't want to punish sinners. The source of your stimulation is not their death." He said softly, "What you really want to do is to dominate our whole body, soul, and dignity."
"What you want to satisfy is just your superior desire to dominate."
After saying this, he laughed again. At the same time, the water had already submerged to the girl's calf.
But the girl didn't struggle, not even a painful expression. She looked at the young man in the glass cage opposite with firm eyes.
— It was as if she had decided something.
"This play is really good." Su Li heard the voice of his roommate, "Is No. 81 crazy? Want to kill his compatriots on purpose?"
"What is this? I would rather die freely than live on my last breath?"
"What are you thinking about so much? I think number 81 is so frightened that he has a nervous breakdown, lost his mind and went crazy!"
"this… "
In the Southern Command, Dr. Qiao's brain froze as he watched everything in front of him.
He couldn't understand Lin Huai's actions at all. The only explanation was that this person was a villain who took revenge on society, but the general sitting next to him raised his lips at that moment.
At that moment, Lin Huai's behavior almost filled the world's hatred. Fatty Wang and Lu Xiaotian, who were originally in the glass cell, also looked at each other in amazement at that moment.