Doomsday Wonderland

"Why, why...?"

In the pub, a burst of cheers and screams, the robotic arm that transported the wine was shivering slightly by the sound of the sound. This slight sentence quickly melted into the noisy environment, probably only captured by the opposite man.

The man's face was hidden under the robes and covered by the shadows. He didn't answer immediately. He first listened to the crowd's crazy cheers, and then he snorted and his lips curled up.

"Because in their eyes, we are not human."

His low voice sounded and he took a blue cocktail.

The person sitting opposite him is a thin, dark-skinned man. It seems to be twenty or thirty years old. The eyes should be very flexible, but now I don’t know how to stay still.

His lips slammed and the sound seemed to be pale: "I don't understand... even if it's a different kind, it's too..."

"What's wrong?" The robe man smiled slightly. "When people are fighting cocks, bullfights, and fighting dogs, don't they have the same mentality? Just because we are almost the same in shape, they have those -"

Those things, he did not say anything.

Because when the thin man heard this, he slammed his mouth, and as the cold sweat came out, there was a "squeaky" sound when he tried to suppress the vomiting.

The light cast on the screen reflected his face suddenly and faintly, and the cheers of the crowd went down. The thin man turned his head and looked at it. It turned out that the content playback of the New Year Fighting Game was over, and it was replaced by the female anchor. .

He slammed a few big mouthfuls of wine. The face is still very ugly.

"I... I still don't understand." The thin man clung to his beer bottle, feeling that the pictures he had just seen, it was so uncomfortable that his soul was wrinkled.

The man hidden under the robes spoke slowly: "...the time of the formation of the Eden's doomsday world, no one has a precise concept, only knowing that it has been for decades. At that time, the residents here were technologically advanced and built this glass. The city has saved many ordinary people who have no potential value. Although people can't leave the protection of the radiation shield, they are not bound by the doomsday world reincarnation and have been proliferating in this city.

"How big do you know about this so-called 'Eden' city?" He suddenly asked.

The thin man shook his head. Did not dare to speak, afraid of gastric juice rushing out of the throat.

"If you walk, you can finish it in just three hours." The voice under the robe is still like a flowing water. "Can you imagine such a day? From the time of birth, you will live in one sight." In the end of the cage, you can't do without it. You know that you will do the work designated by the government. The children who give birth to the specified numbers die in a designated place. Outside, they are the evolutionary people who come and go and run freely. ......"

"Grandpa, are you excusing them?" The thin man slammed the beer bottle in his hand on the table. Repress the anger in the voice. "There is no reason to be able to -"

The robe man waved his hand and spoke: "I don't mean to excuse anyone. I just think their psychological changes are very interesting... occupational diseases only."

"What changes...?"

"This group. Maybe it was simply admiring the evolutionary people, hoping that one day they will be able to walk out of the glass city - until one day they found out. The original evolutionary person wanted to come in one more than one."

The thin man looks like a meal.

"Not only want to come in. We are eagerly awaiting the materials they produce: anti-radiation gummy candy, food, clothes, water... We have nothing to say, and even suffer from the reincarnation."

The man surnamed the palace smiled and said: "... In some doomsday worlds, the thought of the radical right of the mutant person is not a human being. There is an excellent soil for growth here. It takes no more than a few years. 'The mutant is not a human being, just a second time. The concept of humanoid creatures has been deeply rooted in people's minds. Under such conditions, coupled with their lack of entertainment and normal empathy education, the 'New Year Fighting Games' finally appeared."

The thin man looked stunned for a long time, and then he took this understatement to connect with the crowd who just cheered on the picture.

"Miyata..."

He just spoke, but was interrupted by another scream and whistle - he turned his head and saw that after the replay of the previous fighting game, there was a popular vote of the players. At this time, many high-profile players were listed on the screen, and the crowd in the pub was very excited and the sound was constant.

Every Eden resident has a small wristband on his wrist. After he opens it, he casts a light curtain. With a finger stroke, he can vote for the player. At present, the most popular one is a terrified dark-haired girl who looks like she is coming back to Chu Yan. Secondly, she is a 12-year-old and a 14-year-old girl. It is obviously winning at a young age.

The higher the number of votes, the lower the order of appearance, so that it can become the finale for attracting attention and sponsors.

The player with the highest number of votes went all the way. After a long time, there was still no image of the 97th player.

After waiting for more than 50 people, Lin San’s face was cold and finally appeared on the screen. The reason for the popularity is actually “I want to see this arrogant, self-important female mutant. , suffered fiasco and humiliation on the field."

"Failure and shame..."

Lin Sanji looked at the screen and muttered a word, and his expression seemed to be calm and waveless.

But if the person who is familiar with her is approaching now, she will probably be surprised by the gloom of her indifference. This is the storm precursor that Lin Sanjiu is still enduring.

She never thought of her emotions, but she could be so fierce.

After reading the content of the fighting game, the words I have heard in the past are too soft. No one can accurately describe her complex feeling at the moment - is it shocking? nausea? fear?

After thinking about it, Lin Sanjiu felt that his mood at the moment was closer to "fury".

"Ah, you said that the female anchor of this year... Yes, I think she is quite good."

Behind him, the pink face host and the videographer’s chatter, the tone of voice, is obviously just the “previous content playback”, they are already commonplace.

“Have her father bid?” the cameraman asked.

"Exit, the price is quite high, but you may be able to try a rich family like you... oh, but I heard that she still wants to work after she has married."

The cameraman snorted disdainfully. "If she paid for her, what qualifications does she have to raise the conditions? Such a noisy woman, I am afraid no one will come to buy it."

"Haha, maybe when her father is in a hurry, the price will drop..."

"My cousin just bought one this year, that is, she had done it before marriage, so she reduced the price of the house..."

"Your cousin has bought a few, how to buy it..."

Lin San wine silently listened to the unscrupulous conversation behind him, and his mouth twitched coldly.

There was a sour smell in the air, because there were several female players who couldn’t control the nausea and spit on the ground. Under the infiltration of sweat, tears, snots and mouth sputum, the makeup has long been spent, some people cry unconsciously, and some eyes are ignorant.

She looked back at the pink face host, who still smiled and chatted with the cameraman.

"Hey, you." Lin San wine screamed softly, "I ask you something."

A pink face, a look at the companion, then lifted his chin and looked at her: "...what?"

“Who is this competition organized?”

"What do you ask this?" Pink face did not look over. Just in front of the camera, he was still a bit eager to dig a few words from Lin San's mouth. Now it seems that he must endure the disgust to speak to her. "You just have to participate in the competition, there is no need to manage other things."

Chu Yan, who was attracted by the conversation between the two, looked up and looked up. In the sound of whipping and vomiting, the voices of the two are not easily noticed, but she is clearly close to several of them.

The smile of Lin San wine can be called gentle. She looked at the pink face and was very kind. "I asked, you said. Don't make it ugly, you regret it."

Back to Chu Yan and two or three other people, I was shocked.

Looking at the pink face because of the stunned and sullen look, Lin Sanji smiled. Ever since she saw the content playback, she had a violent murderous desire that she couldn’t stop, and it was fiercely impacting her mind.

There are about thirty heavily armed soldiers in this room, as well as six men under the sand whales. Although the head was dead, they somehow did not leave, still monitoring the female players without relaxing.

From the body of the sand whale, in addition to retrieving her own [radio], she also found a special item of protective cover. If it is activated immediately, even if many people attack at the same time, it should be able to support her. Bound rope, activate Pygmalion collar...

The plan was not perfect, but after a quick pass in her mind, Lin Sanjiu did not want to think more, she decided to start.

Just when she was on the top of her head and was about to call out [a wolf business casual belt-type protective cover], she only heard a footstep of "squeaky" outside the door. It seems that many people are coming to this room, and then A high-pitched door shouted: "...all the players are ready to start, and start playing at 9 o'clock on Monday morning!" (To be continued)

Ps: Thank you for the red envelope that sumelagi gave me. (I won't be rewarded if I don't say it.) Thank you, the red envelope of Qinglan, thank you for your comments!

It’s so happy to see new readers. The book’s performance is not good. Everyone sees it, it’s a great encouragement to me, and it’s a great help to the results...

Today, this chapter is finished again. Welcome to catch the insects... Hey, the update of the day after tomorrow is really killing me...

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