Chapter 1819 Survival Game 70
Almost all the audience outside the venue gave their votes to No. 166. The number of votes next to the live broadcast was growing rapidly, and the gap shown above was also approaching the end: "16%; 16.5%; 17%..."
Xining stood still, waiting for the number to move toward 20%. As soon as it reached 20%, the game would be over.
Looking at it in just half a minute, it has already reached 18%. Waiting any longer will lead to death. No. 133 hesitated again and again, and finally made a decision.
He squeezed the knife in his hand, stood up suddenly, and rushed over.
The stabbing he just received was completely accidental and was caused by him underestimating the enemy. In addition, I didn't have a good rest in the past two days, and I also suffered a huge psychological blow. In addition, when ordinary people are attacked, they will either be frightened or react faster than usual. It must be like this, it must be!
So go over and kill her now, and you can win!
Xining saw No. 133 rushing towards him and ran away immediately. She didn't say she had to squat in this place and couldn't get out. She spotted a place and rushed over, suddenly opening the heavy curtain.
The dazzling sunlight outside suddenly hit No. 133's face, and his eyes were so bright that he had to close them. Even after the curtains were lowered, everything in front of me was still white.
Unable to wait for his eyes to adjust, he reached out and opened the curtain again, blocked the light in front of him with one hand, and walked out. It took several seconds to see the front clearly.
In front is a public area with a swimming pool, but there seems to be no one around.
He looked around and still didn't see anyone. Where did this girl go?
There were several staff members standing on the corridor beside the door. When he looked over, those staff members were all looking at his toes or the ground in front of him. For the game, they will not participate and will not give any tips.
"Buzz buzz~" Several drones with cameras flew up and down in the entire yard. One of them flew next to him and was filming him. Since it is a live broadcast, it is natural to follow and shoot.
No. 133 tried to determine where the planes were taking pictures based on their orientation.
There was one that looked like it was facing the edge of the swimming pool. It was a blind spot. Standing here, he couldn't see if there was anyone hiding in the water over there. So he quickly rushed over, holding the knife... But after running over, there was nothing in the water, and the "buzzing" engine sound of the boxy plane seemed to be mocking him. .
He was so angry that he ran to the side, put down his knife, grabbed a recliner and threw it towards the plane.
The plane immediately dodged to the side and avoided the attack. And all the other planes flew over, taking a clear picture of his furious look from a 360-degree angle.
"Come out, come out!" No. 133 yelled angrily. Once again, I felt that I would rather die on the battlefield at that time and die with my comrades.
At this time, Xining was still in her original position. After she opened the curtain, she immediately hid in a dark place nearby. There was a load-bearing pillar there. She hid behind it until No. 133 thought she had escaped and chased her. After going out, I slowly returned to the original game position.
Looking at No. 133 as a killer who can't find a target to murder, ferocious and violent, originally No. 133 could still get a few votes, but now all the votes have been cast for No. 166.
Xining clasped her hands together and put them under her lips, solemnly and piously, but she was not worshiping gods but the audience, who controlled her life and death.
"Please vote for me. I will definitely fulfill my promise and work hard to continue living for the poor and people in need of help in this world. Please!"
There was darkness all around, and all the faint light was concentrated on this ordinary girl, creating a faint halo of light around her, sacred and gentle.
The votes continue to soar and have reached 19%. At this rate, it will reach 20% in another minute.
Many viewers who had voted went crazy on the pop-up screen to express their support, and many left direct messages, frankly telling 133 to die quickly. The character of No. 133 has completely collapsed. No matter how much honor he received or how completely he destroyed these honors, at the last moment, in order to survive, he picked up a knife and pointed it at a weak woman, which represents his true nature.
No. 133 looked at the deserted area except for the drones. Even the original staff members didn’t know when they left.
Although you will be shot if you kill a staff member, a contestant who is doomed to failure and has gone crazy may be tempted to take advantage of others, so it is better to avoid it.
Those square-shaped drones with cameras circled around him, pulling the camera towards him, rising and falling like dragonflies, making a buzzing sound.
He seemed to have thought of something, turned around, and cast his gaze towards the hall from which he came out... and then ran towards the hall suddenly.
It has never come out, it has always been inside. You should have thought of this cunning guy!
He opened the curtain and rushed in. The sunlight from outside suddenly shone in again, and I saw a figure standing in the front and center. The curtain fell, and the hall suddenly fell into darkness again.
Even if there is light in front of the eyes, due to the huge contrast, a lingering halo is formed under the retina.
No matter what, if you go down any further, you will die. No. 133, holding a knife, rushed over and slashed at the spot where No. 166 was standing just now.
When Xining saw the light behind him, he knew that No. 133 was back. When the curtain fell again, she stepped aside.
So I stood aside, as if watching a clown's performance, watching No. 133 holding a table knife and using a very standard slashing attack posture towards the place where she was standing - which is now the air, slashing at random.
Barrage: "666..." "At such a critical moment, I burst out laughing" "133 is crazy? Let him die quickly, die early and go to hell early" "hahaha" "666"...
Voting has been going on, and the number of votes for No. 166 is about to be reached...
No. 133's eyes finally adapted. Although there was still a little dizziness in front of him, he could see clearly that there was no one in front of him.
He turned around suddenly and saw No. 166 standing about ten steps in front of him. It was dark there, and only vague figures could be seen beyond the scope of the light.
Be quick, otherwise it will be too late... He pounced like a tiger...
Suddenly, a red laser was pointed at him, and there was a "bang" sound. He suddenly stopped and looked down at himself. A stream of blood came out from the left side of his chest and his heart.
He turned to look at the live projection next to him in a daze... The ratio on the tall digital column lit up in red, with "20%" and "20%" lighting up one after another.
Voting has been stopped and the results are in.
The entire hall was lit up. Considering that the hall was always dark, only one-third of the lights were turned on, but this allowed all viewers in the live broadcast room to see clearly what was going on in the hall.
(End of chapter)