The Trial Game of Life

Zheng Yingying's copy is cool, and Mr. Crow fell in love with it at first sight.

It happily jumped on the neon lights with red and blue colors, criss-cross wires and billboards of various sizes cut the space into countless irregular geometric pieces.For Mr. Crow, it was like coming to a Fun amusement park. Looking up, there are high-tech buildings in the distance. There are no stars in the thick clouds, but the lights of the aircraft flicker, intertwining a man-made bright starry sky.

Mr. Crow jumped and jumped happily, and the sky suddenly began to drizzle. He looked up for a few times, and a drop of rain fell in his eye sockets, making him scream and hiding under the eaves.

Above the eaves hung the electronic plaque of the small clinic. When it rained, the dark alley smelled from the dark alley next to the clinic. The floors here are not high, crowded together, like a stack of iron cages, gray and inexplicable, as if all the light was swept away by the neon lights everywhere.

Several youths in hoodies ran across the puddles on the ground. They were carrying baseball bats and were chasing down a cat lost in the steel jungle.

The noble Mr. Crow stretched his neck to watch the play. He had a hunch that these little lambs would be unlucky.

Sure enough, the young men kicked over the trash can and broke into the dark alley in front of them, and there were several muffled noises from there. In the darkness, the sound was broken by the raindrops, and it was not very clear to hear, but Mr. Crow could see the dark red blood flowing out of the alleyway, under the rain, and into the underground pipes.

After a while, several bodies were dragged out and thrown into the trash bin that was kicked over. The corpse handlers wore peaked caps and black masks, and were familiar with the movements, which did not seem to be the first time.

No matter which group of people, they have an electronic bracelet on their wrists. The black bracelet is simple in shape, with large or small numbers displayed on the screen, and suddenly jumps when the body is thrown into the trash can.

Mr. Crow shook his head, and suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and looked up to one of the iron cages in front of him. The window was lit, the thick curtains were pulled apart, and a red figure standing behind the window was vaguely visible.

Zheng Yingying, staring at everything outside.

"City of Eden", this is the name of the copy she and Jianghe triggered this time. Against the background of a future society with a strict hierarchy and a wide gap between the rich and the poor, a dystopian virtual world is constructed.

She also has the electronic bracelets of those people just now. The numbers recorded on the screen are the virtual currency of this world.

In this Garden of Eden, there is a basic rule that everything can be sold.

From ordinary commodities, to human organs, to life, as long as you are willing to pay, you can trade. If there is any place where there is a so-called civilization, it is the "Noah" located in the center of the city of Eden, that is, the high-tech buildings that were seen by Mr. Crow from a distance.

"Noah" is an area where rich people live. People here follow another set of laws. As for people outside "Noah", they are all commodities.

Duplicate customs clearance conditions, and save one million in 30 days.

In the house, the river was tinkering with weapons from the black market. Although the city of Eden is a future society, its weapon style is high-tech and low-end.

Fantasy lightsabers are displayed in the window, but ordinary pistols, guns and knives are still in use. In addition, there are some weird things with some imagination, which have to be carefully considered before they can be used smoothly.

In the words of Jiang He: "This copy takes up to one month. If the third movement is destined to be obtained by you, it should be here."

Yanye did divination for her, only saying that she would get the No. 3 movement, but it is not certain which copy and when, whether she could not divination or deliberately conceal, it is not certain anyway.

This is the seventh day they came here, and Zheng Yingying's current deposit is 9658. She had saved some, but it was soon spent by the river and replaced by the pile of weapons on the ground.

Strictly speaking, it is broken copper and iron. Zheng Yingying doesn't know what other flowers he can play with them.

"What time is it?" Jiang He asked suddenly.

"Six-thirty." Zheng Yingying glanced at the clock on the wall.

Jiang He stopped the movement at hand, stood up and went to the bathroom to do a little tidying. After a while, he put on a mask similar to the v-shaped vendetta.

The two did not say much, and went out silently as they did a few days ago.

Zheng Yingying was still dressed in a red cloak, and the missing eye was covered with a black blindfold, and her slender arm seemed to break when it was folded. Jianghe held up a transparent umbrella. The material of the umbrella was unknown. It was like an electronic display that showed the weather.

Today's light rain, 23℃, humidity 70%

Mr. Crow followed them from far away, walked through the dark alleys, and finally came to an iron gate that seemed to be the entrance of a black Internet cafe. A fierce sturdy man with a bald head opened the door for them. The steps inside were downstairs, and entering was another world.

The noisy crowd, the smell of tobacco and alcohol everywhere, the exposed bunny girl and the tattooed man are together**, and the primitive killing is being staged on the center stage.

This is the underground fighting ground, which is controlled by Noah's big consortium and the fastest place to get money.

Zheng Yingying held the blade of no name and eagerly tried.

Jiang He reminded her again: "The purpose of bringing you here is not to make you surrender to the killing. Your goal is on the second floor, remember, in addition, restrain yourself, do not be controlled by a dagger, nor be Anyone controls, sticks to their heart, and don’t just shoot at others."

The second floor is full of VIPs, and the way the river chooses to clear customs is assassination.

In the copy of Yongye City, the killing is inevitable, and they just got such a copy. Jianghe didn't want Zheng Yingying to become the second crimson, but also took what Rong Yi reminded them to heart. There is a curse attached to the Unknown Blade, which may destroy Zheng Yingying, but asking Zheng Yingying to give it up at this moment is tantamount to telling dreams.

Jiang He has some regrets about the act of taking her to the fantasy unlimited market, but there is no regret medicine in this world. He can only hope to be the rein to hold Zheng Yingying so that she will not get lost.

Zheng Yingying didn't speak. Her eyes glanced at a tall yellow-skinned man across the stage. The man was also a player, and yesterday he lost all his money and had to sell a kidney.

The city of Eden has good medical technology, and now you can get out of bed after surgery.

There are a total of twelve players in the copy, which are generally not mixed well. But there are exceptions. For example, if someone walks away from the wing, Noah's VIP is caught on one face.

Others rely on a new kind of potion brought from Yongye City to open up the black market to make huge profits. The gameplay is different.

Thinking this way, Zheng Yingying felt a little excited for no reason. The nameless blade seems to also feel the emotions of the owner, and the unpretentious blade reveals a restrained cold light.

Suddenly, a big warm hand pressed gently on Zheng Yingying's shoulder.

Zheng Yingying awakened from this strange state, looked up at Shangjianghe's eyes for a while, and said, "I know."

Jianghe touched her head through the cloak, "Don't worry, I'm here."

At the same time, Leng Miao also came to the copy. This great magician, known for his coldness, is looking murderous at the moment. When the eyes are glared, you can stop the children from crying at night.

Opposite him, an 18-year-old youth invincible beautiful boy dyed with granny and apples was crying to him in tears: "I can’t help it! He said he would invite me to eat cookies. I ate a small piece. Who knew that I would get fat when I took a bite of biscuits, but that cookie was really delicious, and I couldn’t help it. It’s really terrible...”

A copy of the "National Star-making Movement", a hundred contestants, after a week of pk, ten people were finally selected into a group. Of course, players are not contestants, but their agents.

The way to clear customs is also very simple, just make sure your players are in the top ten.

Leng Miao, a doctor before his death, and a magician after his death, never thought that he could develop a third career as an agent of a little **** boy with no hair.

This little fart boy not only can eat and cry, but also talks about tuberculosis. Lengmiao wants to call him to death on the spot within ten minutes.

"To shut up."

"You even told me to shut up, I just ate a small biscuit, what's wrong with the small biscuit...you said you would always support me to accompany me on the way, and you said I was you Cute, if the flowers haven't bloomed yet, you will shut me up!"

"..."

"Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo a aye hoo aing my cookies, my flowers-"

Fuck.

Leng Miao couldn't hold back a word of curse in his heart. The small biscuits and flowers full of his brain were almost brainwashed. But for this moment, this "little cutie" has become fatter like a balloon.

Can a small cookie have this power?

Leng Miao couldn't bear it, directly carrying the little cute back collar, carrying him to the electronic scales and weighing. Little cute looked down, 58kg, almost fainted on the spot.

He completely collapsed and squatted down on the electronic scales with his head covered, "I should go to Transformers instead of participating in the draft. I became a big fat man. If I were 120 pounds fat, I still have a face Here. Even if I am really a fairy, I will be too miserable to fall from the sky because I am too fat. My little cookies and my flowers—"

Leng Miao resolutely plugged his mouth with a macaron.

He understood the routine of this copy.

The biscuits should be added, and they will gain weight when eaten, which may lead to direct exit. These contestants are fighting openly. Today may be a small biscuit with ingredients. Tomorrow may be a drink mixed with poison, or even clothes and shoes stuffed with needles. If you want to ensure that your players are in the top ten, you can't rely on talent alone.

"Who gave you the cookies?" Leng Miao wanted to understand, and asked her to bow her head. As a result, the fairy who claimed to fall from the sky after one hundred and two had already eaten up the entire macarons.

Leng Miao directly took him off the scale, picked it up again, and weighed it again. The number stopped at the thrilling-59.9kg.

The little cute was so frightened that he held his breath, and the little pull above his head didn't dare to shake it easily.

Leng Miao wished to carry him to the toilet to wash away, but in order to clear customs, he could only bear. Yu Guang swept to a treadmill in the lounge. He immediately sent someone to run for a workout, and he picked up the profile of the player on the coffee table again and began to read it.

Name: Lin Occasionally

Sex: Male

Height: 178cm (net height 171cm, heel 3cm, insole 2cm, hairstyle increase 2cm)

Specialty: Launching lovely light waves

Secret technique: After eating a whole hairy crab, you can use the shell to restore the hairy crab

Primary ranking: 88

I declare you eliminated immediately.

Rong Yi, who finally entered the copy, came to a single copy.

The copy of the g area, the door opened by the governor himself, will naturally not have other players, but there are many npcs here.

"Suicide Permit", in a life where everything depends on the certificate, suicide also requires a permit. The method of customs clearance is very simple. There is no time limit for when to obtain a pass and when to pass.

But the most absurd point of this copy is that if you want to commit suicide, you must first verify it. But in the process of textual research, you have to avoid all kinds of killing opportunities and live desperately to get the card and then commit suicide.

In the bustling office and certification hall, Rong Yi sat on a bench in the waiting area and held his number plate to think about life. In front of him is a middle-aged woman, wearing very ordinary clothes and carrying a very ordinary cottage bag, with semi-permanent eyebrows, holding 80% of the new domestic machine, and adding about 88 middle-aged and elderly chat groups.

Behind him is a young boy, with about four words written on his face-no strangers.

After waiting for a long time, the staff finally called Rong Yi's number, "No. 44!"

Rong Yi stepped forward, followed by the poor-looking staff to leave the hall and walked through a long corridor. There are no windows in this corridor, the light is very dark, only a few small wall lamps on the walls on both sides, barely illuminate the road ahead.

There are many slogans on the wall.

[Death also has to die a little bit farther, not to cause trouble to others]

[Suicides are selfish ghosts]

[She clearly has a good life, what can’t think about it, she must commit suicide]

[He is just too mentally bearable]

[Good death does not block]

[If you have any questions, you should see a doctor]

【Sympathy】

【burden】

[Think about your parents]

【cowardly】

【timid】

[You are not afraid of death, are you still alive, it’s strange]

...

Perhaps the light was too dim, and the large black slogan was like a ghost, inexplicably infiltrating people. Rong Yi did not squint, and walked leisurely through this corridor that seemed to have no end, and finally saw the light.

At the end of the corridor is a black sea, and a small boat is quietly moored by the black sea. The staff pointed at the boat and said: "Go up, row the boat to the opposite bank and pass it."

Very close to the other side, the shadowy silhouette can be seen across the water mist.

The other side is far away because it is on the other side of the fog.