In the tavern, there were louder and louder cheers, and the mechanical arm transporting the drinks was shaken slightly by the sound waves. Such a slight sentence quickly disappeared into the noisy environment, and was probably only heard by
The man opposite caught it.
The man's face was hidden under the hood of his robe, and was mostly obscured by shadows. He did not answer immediately. He first listened to the crazy cheers of the crowd, and then snorted softly, raising the corners of his lips.
"Because in their eyes, we are not human beings."
His deep voice rang out, and he immediately took a sip of the blue cocktail.
The person sitting opposite him was a thin, dark-skinned man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties. His eyes should have been very flexible, but now they were stagnant for some reason.
His lips opened and closed, and even his voice seemed pale: "I don't understand... Even for aliens, this is too..."
"What's wrong?" The man in the robe smiled slightly. "Don't people have the same mentality when fighting cocks, bulls, and dogs? It's just that we are almost the same as them in appearance, so we have those -
—”
He didn't say anything about that.
Because when the thin man heard this, he suddenly covered his mouth, broke out in a cold sweat, and made a sound of "um" as he tried his best to suppress the feeling of vomiting.
The light cast by the screen flickered his face, and the cheers of the crowd subsided. The thin man turned around and saw that the replay of the New Year Fighting Competition had ended, and the female anchor had been replaced.
.
He took a few big gulps of wine. His face was still very ugly.
"I...I still don't understand." The thin man clutched his beer bottle tightly, feeling that the scenes he just saw made his soul wrinkle up.
The man hidden under the robe spoke slowly: "...No one has an exact idea of when the Doomsday World of Eden was formed. They only know that it was probably a few decades ago. The residents here were technologically advanced at that time and built this glass
The city has preserved many ordinary people with no potential. Although people cannot leave the protection of the radiation shield, they are not bound by the reincarnation of the doomsday world and have continued to thrive in this city to this day."
"Do you know how big this so-called 'Garden of Eden' city is?" he suddenly asked.
The thin man shook his head. He did not dare to speak for fear of gastric juice rushing out of his throat.
"If you walk, it only takes three hours." The voice under the robe was still as slow and unhurried as running water: "Can you imagine such a day? From the moment you were born, you have lived in a place where you can see at a glance.
In the cage at the end, you can't live without it. You know that you will do the job designated by the government, give birth to a designated number of children, and die in a designated place. And outside, there are evolved humans coming and going, running freely.
…”
"Brother Gong, are you trying to excuse them?" The thin man slammed the beer bottle in his hand on the table. He suppressed the anger in his voice. "There is no reason to let-"
The man in the robe gently waved his hand and spoke: "I don't mean to excuse anyone. I just think their psychological changes are interesting...it's just an occupational disease."
"What changes...?"
"Perhaps this group originally simply envied the evolved people and hoped that one day they could get out of the glass city - until one day they discovered that the evolved people wanted to come in one by one."
The thin man looked stunned.
"It's not just that we want to come in. We eagerly long for the materials they produce: radiation-resistant gummy candies, food, clothes, water... We don't say anything, and we even have to suffer the pain of being displaced from reincarnation."
The man surnamed Gong smiled: "...In some apocalyptic worlds, the radical right-wing ideology that believes mutants are inhumane has an excellent breeding ground here. Within a few years, 'mutants are not humans, just a kind of sub-human beings'."
The concept of 'humanoid creatures' has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Under such conditions, coupled with their lack of entertainment and normal empathy education, the 'New Year Fighting Competition' finally appeared."
The thin man's eyes were blank, and it took him a long time to connect the understatement with the crowd cheering at that scene just now.
"Gong Da..."
He just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by another burst of screams and whistles - he turned around and saw that after the replay of previous fighting matches, a player's popularity vote appeared. At this time, the screen listed
There were many contestants who received a lot of attention, and the crowd in the tavern was extremely excited and noisy.
Every resident of the Garden of Eden wears a small wristband on their wrist. After clicking it, a light screen is projected. With a swipe of your finger, you can vote for the contestants. The most popular one at the moment is a frightened and pitiful one.
The black-haired girl seems to be called Hui Chu Yan; followed by a twelve-year-old and a fourteen-year-old girl, who are obviously more young than they are.
The contestants with higher votes will appear later in the order, so that they can become the finale that attracts attention and sponsors.
Looking down from the player with the highest number of votes, after a long time, there is still no image of player No. 97.
After waiting for more than 50 people, Lin Sanjiu's indifferent look finally appeared on the screen. The reason for her popularity was actually - "I want to see this female mutant with an arrogant look on her face and thinks she is great."
, was defeated and humiliated on the field."
"What a disastrous defeat and humiliation..."
Lin Sanjiu looked at the screen and muttered something again, her expression still seemed calm.
But if someone who knew her well were approaching at this moment, they would probably be secretly shocked by the uncertain look in her eyes - this was a hint of the storm that Lin Sanjiu tried his best to endure.
She never thought that her emotions could be so intense.
After watching the replay of the fighting match, the words she had heard in the past seemed too soft, and none of them could accurately describe her complex feelings at the moment - was it shock? Disgust? Fear?
After thinking about it, Lin Sanjiu felt that her mood at the moment was closer to "furious".
"Ah, you're talking about this year's female anchor... yes, I think she's pretty good too."
Behind them, the pink-faced host and the cameraman could be heard chatting in a leisurely tone. It was obvious that they were used to the "replay of past highlights" just now.
"Did her father bid?" the cameraman asked.
"It's out. The price is quite high, but for a rich family like you, maybe you can give it a try... Oh, but I heard that she wants to continue working after she gets married."
The cameraman immediately sneered disdainfully, "If I paid to buy her, what qualifications does she have to ask for conditions? I'm afraid no one will come to buy such a nonsense woman."
"Haha, maybe when her father gets anxious, the price will drop..."
"My cousin just bought one this year. She had sex with someone before marriage, so her family lowered the price..."
"Your cousin has already bought a few, why are you still buying..."
Lin Sanjiu silently listened to the unbridled conversation behind her, and twitched the corner of her mouth coldly.
There was a sour smell in the air, because several female contestants couldn't control their nausea and vomited all over the floor. The makeup was soaked with sweat, tears, nasal mucus and saliva, and all the makeup had been spent long ago. Some of them were unconsciously
The ground was crying, and some people had dull eyes.
She looked back at the pink-faced host, who was still chatting with the cameraman with a smile on his face.
"Hey, you." Lin Sanjiu called him softly, "Let me ask you something."
The pink face was startled, and she looked at her companion, then raised her chin and looked at her: "...What's the matter?"
"Who organizes this competition?"
"Why are you asking this?" The pink-faced man looked away. Just now in front of the camera, he looked like he wished he could get a few more words out of Lin Sanjiu's mouth, but now he seemed to have to endure his disgust.
As if talking to her, "You just need to participate in the competition, there is no need to worry about other things."
Hui Chu Yan, who was attracted by the conversation between the two, looked up blankly. Among the sounds of sobbing and vomiting, it was not easy for others to notice their voices, but she was close to several people.
Yes, I heard everything clearly.
Lin Sanjiu's smile could be called gentle. She looked at the pink face with a very kind attitude: "If I ask, just say it. Don't make it look ugly in a while, or you will regret it later."
When Chu Yan and two or three other people came back, they were shocked.
Seeing the pink face froze in shock and anger, Lin Sanjiu smiled. Ever since she watched the playback of the content, she felt an unstoppable desire to kill, and it was fierce and ferocious.
The ground shocked her sanity.
There were about thirty heavily armed soldiers and six men under the Sand Whale in this room. Although the leader was dead, they somehow did not leave and were still monitoring the female contestants.
In addition to recovering her [radio] from the body of the sand whale, she also found a special protective shield. If activated immediately, even if multiple people attack at the same time, it should be able to sustain her until she recovers.
Lift the binding rope and activate the Pygmalion collar...
The plan was not perfect, but after running it through her mind quickly, Lin Sanjiu didn't want to think about it any more and decided to take action.
Just when her blood was boiling and she was about to call out "A Wolf Business Casual Belt Type Protective Cover", she suddenly heard a "click-click" sound of footsteps outside the door. It seemed that many people were rushing towards this room, and then
A loud voice shouted: "...Send all the players to prepare, and the game will start on time at nine o'clock next Monday morning!" (To be continued)
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I am so happy to see new readers. This book has poor grades. Every time one more person reads it, it is a great encouragement to me and a great help to my grades...
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