The Trial Game of Life

What are the criteria for living?

Tang Cuo carefully looked at Bubble Qi's circle of friends and found nothing more than pictures of chicken soup and exquisite life. A good day starts in the morning, accompanied by coffee and light snacks with good looks, as well as exquisite dinners, and the occasional rich nightlife.

This seems to be a very lively person. Of course, Tang Cuo cannot determine whether it is true or not, and she is not sure whether she enjoys it.

Tang Cuo simply walked to the front and looked from the first one.

The first one is probably an office worker, and the phone interface is unfinished. t is about 2 future development prospects, the first few pages are still very carefully analyzed, the table is clear, the text is concise, but from the seventh page, the person who does t starts to be irritable, and the whole page is full of "go to death "Two words.

[Go to die to die to die to die to die...] Small red letters, densely packed, shocking.

The second is a takeaway, and the mobile phone displays the food delivery interface. The takeaway should be delivered at 12:30, the phone already displays 12:47, and six missed calls.

"Dingling bell--" The phone rang again.

Tang Cuo swipes to answer, and the phone is really connected. There is a slightly grumpy man's voice, "Hey? Why didn't you answer a few calls? Can't you take delivery? You have timed out. do you know!"

Tang Cuo "Sorry, the road is a bit blocked."

The man "has to be blocked, I'm hungry for a long time! I won't order takeaway if it rains outside, you hurry to send me, otherwise I will complain to you! My time is precious, you will never send I’m too late to eat!"

The voice fell and the phone was hung up immediately.

Tang Cuo wondered about the words "raining" and "too late to eat", and could not judge for a while, so he looked at the next one.

The next mobile phone screen is dark. Tang Cuo found a button on the side to light up and display the battery 26. The time is 1330 on June 25. On Tuesday, the lock screen saver is a selfie photo of a couple.

The photo has been processed, and a line has been added on the bottom right-June 12, 2019, the 100th day of recognition!

Without facial recognition and fingerprints, you can only use passwords. Going back from June 12th, the first day they met should be March 5th.

Password, 190305.

opened.

The interface opened is chat history, and the girl and her boyfriend have started to break up. The boys sent her countless messages to keep, sincerely, and whispered.

But he also revealed the fact that he was split.

An old topic.

Girls speak with no undue confusion. Although they seem to have affection for boys, they have a firm attitude and never look back. The last conversation between the two ended at 1159, two words spoken by the girl-no way.

The boy didn't keep it anymore, he gave up? Still didn't see it?

Tang Cuo went on to look at a few more. Their identities and genders varied, ranging from takeaways, express delivery, students to white-collar workers. All that can be found are trivial things in life, and it seems nothing special.

There are ninety-nine mobile phone tombstones, which seems to be a protracted battle.

At the same time, Jin Cheng and others walking on the lonely highway finally ushered in changes. A group of monsters suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, blocking everyone's path.

They are oddly shaped, covered with jagged teeth, horns on their heads, standing, walking on all fours, or large or small, whatever.

Leng Miao thought they looked familiar and frowned slightly.

Jin Cheng also saw it.

The monsters yelled at them, making a "ho-ho" sound in their throats, as if something was stuck, but they couldn't tell if they wanted to talk. Although they look different, they all have the same expression of pain and despair, with red eyes, mixed with a lot of anger and hatred.

The most important thing is their eyes, occasionally a trace of clarity in the chaos.

"Clearance procedures, special copy." Jin Cheng reached a conclusion.

Others, except Leng Miao, were stunned. What special copy of Qingye procedures? There is a very significant difference between the copy triggered in the prison in District G and the other places, that is, the personnel in each district are mixed and there is no mandatory zoning. There are cold eyes in area a, Jin Cheng in area e, and rookies in area f. They may not even know what the Qing Dynasty procedures are.

Jin Cheng explained to them a little bit, in short-the monsters here are those who committed suicide in Yongye City before the suicide ban was lifted.

They became monsters and were assigned to these special copies. They realized the pain of being killed over and over again in their soberness, but they could not express this pain as a person.

They have only one choice-kill the player in front of them.

Hate?

Desperate?

Unable to break free and escape, those resentments will be turned into endless killing intentions, dragging other players into the abyss of pain. Under such circumstances, no one can remain rational.

Newcomers rookies, unbearable on the face. But the monsters didn't pay attention. They threw their blood basins at the players and slammed their faces at the same time. At the same time, people with sharp eyes could see the meat stuck in their teeth.

While everyone pulled out their weapons in a hurry, a line of flashing characters appeared in the void-the first pass was born.

"Fuck! Is it difficult to give birth?!"

"Doesn't require dozens of monsters to go together for dystocia, modern medicine is so developed!"

"Fuck you, can't you see the abortion?"

A girl with a long pony tail used a gun to hit the head of a monster ten meters away, temporarily ending the topic. But soon, a boy back-to-back with her said breathlessly, "So what do you girls do with so many abortions? Isn't it a sin?"

These two people seemed to be companions, but as soon as the words came out, the girl almost shot a gun to the back of his head, "Fuck your mother for a dog day, if you are in my stomach, the old lady will fall you first, shut me down Your mouth will force you down again!"

Perhaps the remarks were too fierce, the boys shut their mouths in fright, and there was no one around for a long time. The fact is that everyone has no time to speak. Fifty or sixty monsters threw together, even if there are 28 players on the scene, they are busy coping with it.

This is the result that Jin Cheng and Leng Miao blocked at least one third for them.

The people who choose to commit suicide in Yongye City are not more than 99 in strength, but they can be turned into monsters and destroyed by repeated copies over and over again. Their strength is no longer the same.

Strong, really strong.

The straight road did not have any obstructions or borrowing points. Jin Cheng then gave up his bow and arrow and chose to use a knife. The two scimitars are in his hands, the most powerful weapon.

The monster looks strangely shaped, and if it does not stab the heart with a single knife, then two knives. The right hand stabbed into it, and the left hand immediately made another one, sometimes three times. It was the most neat and painless way of death.

Jin Cheng's shot was like a flash of electricity, and his figure was flying, but the splashing blood did not touch his clothes.

Leng Miao is even more neat, because he is good at space magic, an air prisoner is shrouded, and the monster is killed remotely. After playing for a few minutes, no one could get close to him. His figure was like a ghost, and when he stepped out, he might have reached ten meters away and could not capture it at all.

The two barely cooperated, and each played their own, but it was quick. About a quarter of an hour later, the monster was finally wiped out, but before everyone could breathe, another group of monsters appeared.

"How come?" someone exclaimed.

"Abortion is just screening, modern medicine is so developed, there will still be accidents in production." Jin Cheng shook the wrist of the knife and moved the joints, waiting for the monster to attack and kill again.

Leng Miao is no nonsense, raising an air bomb to explode in the group of monsters, causing a circle of monsters to turn around.

The team continued to advance.

In addition to the two game levels of Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo, there is a third level-Human Information Transfer Company.

In a huge white room, there are no exits, no doors and windows, and fifty-five columns are arranged in sequence. A total of twenty-five players sit in front of the computer, wear headphones, and bang the keyboard crazy.

Looking closer, everyone's computer screen is full of dense dialog boxes. The two sides of the dialogue are divided into red and blue. The people in the two columns on the left are responsible for entering the blue side, and the person on the right is responsible for entering the red box.

The prompt of the conversation content is in the headset.

The room was so quiet that there was only the sound of typing on the keyboard, and the tone words that the player unconsciously uttered when he was anxious. After about twenty minutes, the sweat on the players' foreheads had slipped down the cheeks, and even the blue muscles burst, and red blood had appeared in the eyes.

I don’t know what they heard in the headphones. Someone tried to take off the headphones, but they couldn’t take it off. The more they couldn’t take it off, the more anxious it was. The crazy look was like a funny mime.

"Don't scold! Stop scolding!" He finally began to collapse, and his brain seemed to be under a strong mental attack.

The next second, his head exploded suddenly, and the red and yellow plasma mixed into the cell where he was, even splashing into the face of the player next to him.

The player widened his eyes and looked at the miserable face unbelievably. After a few seconds, he suddenly woke up, trembling his fingertips, and turned back to continue the crazy input.

fast!

No matter how fast!

After entering a dialog box, the words "bo!" sprayed with colored ribbons appeared on the screen, and then turned into a cool and soothing sea of ​​tingling spirit.

"Please be careful, this level is a mental attack! Every sentence is! If the intelligence points are not enough, pay special attention!" A loud reminder of the player came from the position near the corner, regardless of whether the other players could hear it with headphones , Continue to shout—

"Unable to take the medicine immediately, conceive your martial arts in your mind and try to turn them into a mental attack to resist the sound in the headphones!"

And the player's headshot fell into the plasma and was stained with dirty headphones. At this moment, there were still sounds. Full of purely malicious insults, curses, and sometimes these gloating, arrogant, sharp-edged swords.

"your mother died."

"Isn't it ridiculous to dress like this? Which serious girl dresses like this? Deserves it."

"Greek and disgusting."

"I'm dying and dying early, who will be here to seduce you? If you have the ability, you really go to die! Go to die! Are you not dying? You shout!"

"The most disgusting thing is that you brain powder, your mother didn't give you a brain when you were born, right? Mouth spraying dung. Do you idols know you, you bark here, it's really cheap."

"..."

Different voices, different intonations, men and women, young and old, unbridled.

In addition to the third level, there is the fourth level, "The World Is a Mental Hospital".

The little girl in the red cloak sat on the red cross hanging on the outer wall of the hospital, swaying her two slender legs, and humming strange and unbalanced songs in her mouth. She looked down at the restless crowd in the back garden of the hospital. At the end, she muttered to herself, "I'm back..."

The system announcement sounded.

"Welcome players to stay in psychiatric hospitals, please all players immediately return to their respective wards and wait for doctors to check the room. During this period, please do not move around at will, and offenders will be severely punished."

The players looked at each other, how could they be kept in a mental hospital? Listening to this rule, there will be doctor rounds when staying in the ward, and punishment if not staying in the ward, whichever is bad?

"How to do?"

"Are you going back?"

"In the end, how did we trigger the task, shouldn't we figure this out first??"

There were many opinions, some people saw the figure walking through the corridor through the window on the second floor and immediately raised their hands and exclaimed, "Is that a doctor?"

Others also looked up and looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a few monsters that were exactly the same as those encountered by Jin Cheng. It's just that the monsters here are wearing white coats, with stethoscopes around their necks, and huge salute syringes in their hands.

The syringe refracted the cold light, so that everyone could not help but shivered, feeling that the afternoon sun was much colder.

Going back or not, this is a question.

Zheng Yingying stood up from the red cross, and the wind blew up her red cloak, revealing her one-eye covered by a black blindfold. She slowly and slowly lifted her hands to touch the black goggles. The other intact eyes showed self-pity and a touch of sadness, but then she was overwhelmed by the decision.

A crow stood on the opposite roof and peered away. It carried its wings behind its back and proudly raised its head, but could not conceal its love and appreciation for the peeping object.

"Kill it, kill it as you like, without too much mercy, kill..." it whispered like this.

The four levels have different contents, but they share the same set of customs rules. Ninety-six players in total, either stay for six hours or six people are left.

Current death toll 1

Tang Cuo was completely unaware of the other situations. He walked alone in the deserted cemetery to investigate his grave. "Dingdong, Dingdong" information prompt sounds continuously, ninety-nine mobile phone tombstones have been lighted up seventy-seven.

One of them has shut down automatically because of insufficient power.

"Bang--" The moment the power was exhausted, the grave suddenly exploded. The rock and dust patted Tang Cuo, and if it was not for him, he was always vigilant, and his skill was flexible. I am afraid he would be buried in the grave on the spot.

The health value suddenly dropped to 44, which is really an unlucky number.