The death of No. 1133 stopped the lower class people in the square for a moment, but maybe it was the continuous deaths that made them feel numb, or maybe it was the long-term dictatorship of the upper class that made them just obey.
No one questioned this game in which key information was deliberately withheld.
They just think 1133 is too unlucky and pray in panic that their luck won't be like him.
They kept climbing up, as if eager to prove that they would be the lucky ones to get the permit.
The sound of falling kept ringing in the square. Some people fell accidentally while climbing the ladder, and some people unfortunately picked the skull representing death in the envelope.
Mr. Killer is the passionate host, and every time someone falls behind, he will make a false cry of regret.
"Ah, another warrior has left us, but this means that there is one less competitor, and the chances of everyone here to get the license have increased! The sacrifice of the victim is not without gain, everyone can see
, there are more spectators present.”
007 turned around and looked towards the outside of the square.
I saw scattered high-class people coming here one after another. The big screen on the stage was live broadcast on the TV station. It was obvious that the program planned by Kororo-sensei was very popular. The high-class people who saw the live broadcast on TV were all excited.
Can't wait to come to the scene to watch.
"I heard that the programs hosted by Paradise Island and Joy City next door are the most boring. They just let the lower class people take turns to give speeches. The audience there heard that our place is not only interesting but also fiercely competitive, so they all came to our place.
It's over." A gentleman next to 007 was talking to the person sitting with him.
The Paradise Island and the City of Joy he mentioned are the names of areas where the upper classes live.
007 noticed that the superior person speaking was holding something similar to a mobile phone on Earth in his hand. It seemed that they used this kind of thing to communicate.
"Sebastian, you are here." At this time, a new gentleman from outside came to the auditorium. He was greeting a gentleman sitting in front of 007, as if he was an old acquaintance.
"Lian, weren't you watching a show in Shangcun? Why did you come to the City of Joy?" The man named Sebastian asked the new gentleman to sit down and asked him.
"Stop talking about it. It's said that there was an accident at an important place a few days ago. The original host of Uemura went to deal with the matter and was replaced by Leng Tou Qing. The program hosted by Leng Tou Qing was very disappointing.
We have no desire to watch at all. We heard that the programs here are very exciting, so we came over to have a look."
As he spoke, he looked up at the glass shed above his head.
At this time, there were many corpses lying on it. He whistled happily: "It seems to be very passionate."
There are more and more new high-class people arriving, and they all come here because of its reputation.
Most of the votes in their hands were not cast. At this time, a small group of people were milling around in front of the outer ballot box, seemingly wanting to vote.
"There are more and more viewers, which means that our contestants here can get more votes than other areas! Maybe we can account for most of the top fifty. This is the glory created by everyone!" Killing
The teacher's face was filled with an unconcealable smile.
His words were like a stimulant, greatly boosting the morale of the contestants. They were eager to express themselves, and wanted to quickly get a permit to speak on stage so that the upper class would focus on them.
They climbed up panting, almost forgetting fatigue and danger.
The consequence of forgetting the danger is that more and more accidents will happen.
More people fell off the ladder, and now only half of the lower-class people on the field were able to move.
007 saw a superior man standing in front of a ballot box, which was the ballot box No. 1129. The superior man stared at the ballot box No. 1129 with interest for a while, and then cast two votes in.
But 1129 died, not long ago.
When he was climbing a ladder hanging from a heart-shaped hot air balloon, he failed to step on the ladder beam and fell. There were several tracking cameras surrounding him at the time, so the tragic appearance of his landing was immediately captured.
Perhaps these two votes were given by the superior person to reward him for contributing such an eye-catching corpse.
Gu Mian still stood behind the ballot box and did not climb the ladder.
But he is like a hook, and when a gentleman sees him, he cannot help but want to take the bait.
"Why don't you climb the ladder?" At this time, a gentleman stood in front of Gu Mian and asked him condescendingly.
"I'm afraid of death." Gu Mian opened her eyes wide, looking scared.
The superior man snorted coldly: "What a coward."
He doesn't like low-class people, let alone cowardly low-class people. Normally, he should have no interest in the people in front of him now, and then turn around and leave to continue watching the wonderful performances in the square.
But at this moment, he felt that the person in front of him was becoming more and more unpleasant to his eyes, and a vicious thought came into his mind.
I really want to see what such a timid and useless person would look like if he advanced to the second stage. He would probably be so scared that he would call his mother on the spot.
Thinking of it, a cheerful smile appeared on his face, and he threw all the two votes in his hands into Gu Mian's ballot box like a man possessed.
"Well, his appeal is still very attractive to the upper-class people." 007 in the audience had a panoramic view of this scene. In a short time, several upper-class people passing by had already voted for Gu Mian.
But after all calculations, Gu Mian only had a dozen or so votes now, and the remaining twenty votes were completely incomparable to the more than a thousand votes for the first place on the screen.
"If he can't successfully squeeze into the top 50 and enter the second stage of the variety show, should we think of another plan to save him?" 007 has already begun to think about what will happen after Gu Mian fails to advance.
Although there are many viewers coming to Happy World, most of them have not voted yet.
Everyone is still watching the wonderful ladder climbing show. So far, no one has successfully obtained a permit to speak on stage. Those who reached the top all drew skulls, and then fell down with expressions of unwillingness and fear.
"Did the host really put the permit in the basket of the hot air balloon?" 007 couldn't help but ask. ()