Chapter 72 Killing Game (2)
"As we all know, you are all guilty people, and you have fallen here because of your inappropriate behavior towards superiors"
"In order to regulate the world Lower class people in the world, our senior management has specially approved this variety show - The Killing Game"
“Throwing low-class people who behave inappropriately into the dangerous restricted area in batches and live broadcasting it in real time is said to help reduce the probability of low-class people committing crimes.”
“And I am this The host of a world-class variety show, you can call me Mr. Killing.”
Pink Shirt's smile became even brighter.
Gu Mian stared at his pale face, feeling like she had seen such a person somewhere.
At this time, the native next to Gu Mian shook violently. He seemed to be struggling to stand up from the chair, but his hands and feet were tightly cuffed to the chair and he could not move at all.
"As for the rules of the game - since it is a variety show game, of course everyone must try their best to please the audience"
"The audience does not like weak participants, they are more willing to see you try your best You are struggling to your death. If you perform well, you may get a chance to leave the forbidden area. Of course, the premise is that you are still alive."
"Ah, our photographer seems to have arrived. Then, I am here to announce that the 132nd issue of the killing game is about to begin...Please all participants be prepared." Something to use" - Gu Mian concluded in his heart.
After Mr. Killing finished speaking, he looked back at the unclosed carriage door.
At this time, another person walked in from outside the door. He also had a pale face and even his hair was slightly white, as if his whole head had been rolled in a flour vat.
Looking at the two pale people standing together, Gu Mian finally remembered where she had seen such people - albino patients in biology books.
Two people who appeared to be albinos stood together, muttering and discussing something.
Gu Mian's eyes moved around the two of them, and he guessed the difference between the upper-class people and the lower-class people in this copy.
The faces of the superior people looked like they had rolled around in a vat of flour.
The faces of inferior people come in a variety of colors.
For example, the chicken coop guy next to Gu Mian, he has a yellow belt and a black one, but he has started to turn green at this time. I don’t know if he is scared.
It can be seen that this host is different from the host of the previous copy.
In Gu Mian's mind, there are two types of dungeons. One is dungeons where NPC knows that he is an NPC, such as Crazy Word Guessing and Hearse Driver Testing Center.
The other is that the NPC does not know that it is a copy of the NPC.
Listening to the host’s description, they obviously belong to the second situation.
Completely unaware that the world he is in is a replica, he happily separates superior people from inferior people, creating this killing game for the entertainment of the superior people.
While Gu Mian was still thinking, the photographer suddenly took out an iron box and visually measured it to be about twenty centimeters long.
He opened the iron box, and then something like small insects flew out from inside. Gu Mian took a closer look and realized that these were not actually insects, but high-tech products.
"Mini tracking camera, 360-degree panoramic photography, can synchronize the game screen of each participant in real time." When Mr. Killing said this, he looked out the window: "It seems that we are not far from the forbidden area. Now, we have to say goodbye next, so..." Mr. Killing took a step back and opened his mouth slightly.
At this time, Gu Mian also heard the second half of Mr. Killer’s words. Although the voice was a little soft, he could still hear him clearly——
"Then welcome to the killing game, I wish you good luck."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole car suddenly fell into darkness, and then Gu Mian heard the screams of other people in the darkness.
Of course most people would scream when there is a sudden power outage in such a strange place.
Even if the player doesn't shout, the dungeon natives participating in this game will shout.
Gu Mian also said "Ahhh" twice and then stopped making any sound.
He originally thought about trying to open the handcuffs, but before he could put his idea into practice, more violent screams came from behind.
Those screams were coming here in waves like a tide. Before Gu Mian could understand what was happening, the chair under him suddenly grew taller.
“What the hell?” Gu Mian looked down, but he couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Not long after, he noticed that the floor of this carriage seemed to be tilted.
The floor behind them tilted. At this time, everyone was sitting on chairs and slowly sliding backwards, about to slide out of the car through the back door. This broken chair seemed not to be fixed.
The car was still moving quickly, and Gu Mian heard someone yelling, then a "pop" sound, and then there was no more sound.
Not long after, it was Gu Mian's turn to make a "pop" sound.
Gu Mian slipped out of the back door of the carriage with her chair and fell to pieces.
He lay on the ground and looked up, only to see that the car that had previously carried them had run away, leaving him with only the smoking butt of the car.
At this time, the handcuffs and leg irons on the chair have been loosened very humanely.
Gu Mian patted the dust on his body and stood up: "Are you using this method to disperse the players? It's really violent. Can't you get a plane and tie a parachute to us and throw it down?"
Directly from the car The back door slid out, and his coat was frayed.
Ignoring the ripped coat, Gu Mian raised her head and looked around.
It is dark now. I guess everyone thinks that watching variety shows in the middle of the night is interesting, so they are thrown in at this time.
Presumably everyone in this dungeon is looking at them like monkeys.
Gu Mian thought as she glanced at the mini tracking device following her.
Outside the forbidden area, Mr. Killing was facing a large camera: "Ah, the player followed by Tracker No. 9 is looking at the screen."
Thanks to the book ending in 2082 Friend, Fang Tian drew a halberd ted, drunk 15 reward. （づ￣3￣）づ╭～
(End of this chapter)