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"As we all know, you are guilty, and you have fallen to this point because of misconduct committed against the superiors."

"In order to regulate the inferior people around the world, our senior management specially approved this variety show - Killing Game"

"Putting improperly acted inferior people into the dangerous restricted area in batches and conducting live broadcasts in real time is said to help reduce the chances of crime among inferior people."

"And I am the host of this world-class variety show, and you can call me Killer Teacher."

The pink shirt smiled brighter.

Gu Mian stared at his pale face and always felt that he had seen such a person somewhere.

At this time, the native next to Gu Mian shook violently. He struggled as if he wanted to stand up from the chair, but his hands and feet were tightly clamped on the chair and could not move at all.

"As for the rules of the game - since it is a variety show game, then of course everyone should try to please the audience."

"The audience does not like weak participants. They are more willing to see you struggling to death with all your might. If you perform well, you may get the chance to leave the forbidden area, of course, if you are still alive."

"Ah, our photographer seems to have arrived, so I'll announce here that the 132nd Killing Game is about to begin... Please prepare for all participants."

"Anyway, it was Balabala who said it was useless" - Gu Mian summarized in her heart.

After saying that, Mr. Killing looked back at the unclosed car door.

At this time, someone came in from outside the door, with a pale face and even his hair was slightly white, as if he had put his whole head in a flour jar and rolled it around.

Seeing two white people standing together, Gu Mian finally remembered where he had seen such people - albino patients in the book of biology.

Two people suspected of albinism stood together, muttering and discussing something.

Gu Mian's eyes circled around the two of them, and he guessed what the superior and inferior people in this dungeon were different.

The best-selling people's faces were rolling around in a flour jar.

The colors of the lower-class people's faces are varied.

For example, the guy next to Gu Mian is the one with a yellow belt and black, but he has already started to turn green at this time, and I don’t know if he is scared.

It can be seen that this host is different from the host in the previous copy.

In Gu Mian's mind, there are two types of dungeons. One is that NPC knows that they are NPC's dungeons, such as Crazy Guessing Words and the Listen Driver Examination Center.

The other is that the NPC does not know that it is a copy of the NPC.

And after the host's description, they obviously belong to the second situation.

I had no idea that the world I was in was a copy, and I was happy to divide the superior and inferior people into this killing game for the superior people to have fun.

Gu Mian was still thinking, but the photographer suddenly took out an iron box and measured about 20 centimeters long.

He opened the iron box, and then something like a little bug flew out from it. Gu Mian looked closely and found that these were not actually bugs, but high-tech products.

"Mini follower, 360-degree panoramic photography, can synchronize the game scenes of each participant in real time." Mr. Killing looked out the window when he said this: "It seems that we are not far from the forbidden area, and we will separate next, then..."

Mr. Kill took a step back and opened his mouth slightly.

At this time, Gu Mian also heard Mr. Killing the second half of the words. Although his voice was a little small, he could still hear it clearly-

"Then welcome to the Killing Game, good luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole car suddenly fell into darkness, and then Gu Mian heard the screams of others in the darkness.

Of course, most people would call it when the power suddenly broke out in such a strange place.

Even if the player doesn't call him, the natives who participate in the game will call him.

Gu Mian also followed "ah ah" twice and stopped making any movement.

He originally thought about whether he could open the handcuffs, but before he could put his ideas into practice, even more violent screams came from behind.

The screams were like a tide, rising towards this side. Before Gu Mian could understand what was going on, the chair under him suddenly rose up.

"What's the matter?" Gu Mian looked down, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness.

Not long after, he realized that the floor of the carriage seemed to be tilted.

The floor behind them tilted down, and at this time everyone was sitting on the chairs slowly sliding backwards, about to slide out of the carriage from the rear door, and the broken chair seemed not fixed.

The car was still moving forward rapidly. Gu Mian heard someone screaming, then made a "pop", and then there was no sound.

Not long after, it was Gu Mian's turn to make a "bang".

Gu Mian and his chair slid out from the back door of the carriage and fell to eat shit.

He lay on the ground and looked up, and saw that the car carrying them had run away, leaving him with only a cigarette butt.

At this time, the handcuffs on the chair had been released very humanely.

Gu Mian patted the gray on his body and stood up: "Do you disperse the players in this way? It's really violent enough, so you can't get a plane and tie a parachute and throw it down?"

He slid directly out of the back door of the car, and his jacket was worn out.

Ignoring the big cracked jacket, Gu Mian looked up at the surroundings.

It's dark now, and I guess everyone thinks it's interesting to watch variety shows in the middle of the night, so they throw them in at this time.

I guess the people in this copy are watching them like monkeys.

Gu Mian thought about it while looking at his mini follower.

Outside the forbidden area, Mr. Killing was facing a large camera: "Ah, the player who follows the No. 9 metronome is looking at the screen."