Doomsday Wonderland

"W-why...?"

Amidst the cheers and applause in the tavern, the mechanical arm transporting drinks trembled slightly from the sound. Such a slight sentence quickly disappeared into the noisy environment, and was probably only captured by the man opposite.

The man's face was hidden under the hood of his robe, mostly obscured by shadows. He didn't answer immediately. He first listened to the crazy cheers of the crowd, then snorted softly and raised the corners of his lips.

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

His deep voice rang out, and he took a sip of the blue cocktail.

The person sitting opposite him was a thin, dark-skinned man who looked to be no more than 20 or 30 years old. 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 there is almost no difference between us and 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 swigs 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. I didn't dare to speak for fear of gastric juice rushing out of my 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 are born, you live 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. Suppressing the anger in his voice. "There's no reason why--"

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...?"

"This group. Maybe they were simply envious of the evolved people, hoping that one day they could get out of the glass city - until one day they discovered. It turns out 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 replays of previous fighting matches had finished, a popularity vote for a player appeared. At this time, many contestants with high attention were listed on the screen, which made the crowd in the tavern extremely excited and noisy.

Every resident 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 contestant. The most popular one at the moment is a frightened and pitiful black-haired girl, who seems to be named Hui Chu Yan; followed by a twelve-year-old and a fourteen-year-old girl, who are obviously better because of their young age.

The contestants with higher votes will be ranked lower in the order of appearance, so that they can become the finale that attracts attention and sponsors.

Looking from the player with the highest number of votes all the way, after a long time, there is still no image of player No. 97.

After waiting for more than 50 people, Lin Sanjiu finally appeared on the screen with a cold look on his face. The reason for his popularity was actually - "I want to see this arrogant female mutant who thinks she is great." , was defeated and humiliated on the field."

"A miserable defeat and humiliation..."

Lin Sanjiu looked at the screen and muttered again, his expression still 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, but still showed faintly.

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? nausea? 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 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 getting 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. He 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 unscrupulous conversations 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, snot, and saliva. Some people were crying unconsciously, and some 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 organized this competition?"

"Why do you ask this?" The pink face looked away. Just now in front of the camera, he looked like he was eager to get a few more words out of Lin Sanjiu's mouth, but now he seemed to have to endure his disgust before he could talk to her. "You just need to participate in the game, 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 whimpering and vomiting, it was not easy for others to notice their voices, but she and a few people who were close could hear them 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. Don't make it look ugly in a while, or you will regret it again."

Hui Chu Yan and two or three other people were shocked.

Seeing the pink face stunned with shock and anger, Lin Sanjiu smiled. Ever since she watched the replay, she felt an unstoppable violent desire to kill, which was violently attacking her sanity.

There were about thirty armed soldiers in this room, as well as six of Sand Whale's men. Although the leader was dead, they somehow did not leave and were still monitoring the female contestants without relaxing at all.

And from the body of the sand whale, UU read www.uukanshu.net In addition to recovering her [radio], she also found a special protective shield item. If activated immediately, even if multiple people attack at the same time, It should be able to support her until she puts away the binding rope and activates 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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