Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

While Lin Huai was still working on the four buttons, the host issued an instruction: "The first one to appear is our first lucky winner - the eliminated No. 37."

The light was quickly cast to the position of No. 37, and the dark-skinned woman in the cage was tied to the seat, staring at the front in horror.

She wasn't pretty, she even looked bloated and ugly, maybe that's why she was eliminated.

At the same time as she was illuminated by the light, there was also Eva with silver hair and green eyes. In the strong contrast of that delicate beauty, the woman looks even more ugly and vulgar. The host grinned and continued: "Then next, ask Eva to press the button and choose her ultimate fate for this potential criminal—"

"Woo, woo!"

The gagged woman struggled uncomfortably. She bulged her eyes, and the belt that bound her sank deep into her flesh.

However, all her resistance was in vain for this rock-solid facility. However, the desire for life still drove her to make the biggest attempt. Seeing her ugly appearance, the audience seemed to be even more excited.

"The number of online viewers has exceeded 3 million!" The roommate inadvertently glanced at the number of viewers in the upper right corner and exclaimed.

In the ancient Earth era with a large population, this is really nothing. However, in an era of underground greenhouses that has seen countless wars and depopulations, it is indeed an astronomical figure. Countless people who were originally indifferent to this have entered the live broadcast room, watching every move in front of them with nervousness or curiosity.

They are either workers who follow the rules in daily life, or bored students wandering the streets, or decadent people who are addicted to the Internet and unable to extricate themselves, or aspiring young people who still care about the South and the news. It is hard to imagine that the warm and respectful greenhouse people would be interested in such a scene, or that, no matter how suppressed, curiosity about blood and violence is always part of human nature. It will not be cut down by the division of the definition of "potential offender", nor will it disappear due to the harsh environment.

"three!"

Eva looked down at the four buttons.

"two!"

The woman in the chair struggled frantically.

"one!"

The audience in front of the TV held their breath.

Before the last second reset, Eva pressed the slow-flashing blue button.

For a while, the venue was silent. The dark-skinned woman moved her teeth tremblingly, almost sighing with relief, finding that nothing happened to herself.

‘I… survived? ' she thought, half-a fluke.

However, the next moment the host's voice shattered her fluke like a hammer: "It seems that our No. 1 Eva chose blue, which is the color of the sky in mythology and the color of her eyes. , let's see what is the execution method corresponding to blue?" With that, he pretended to unfold a note.

He frowned and lowered his eyes, as if he saw some difficult-to-reach voice on the note. The audience under the stage forgot to speak for a while. They craned their necks, looked at the stage, and widened their eyes, as if this would allow them to see the contents of the note one step earlier.

For a while, there was only the sound of breathing and the sound of an uncontrollable heartbeat.

"The corresponding execution method... It turns out that the glass cabinet is filled with water!"

"Wow!"

There was a burst of cheers from the auditorium, and in such a cheerful atmosphere, the woman collapsed on the seat as if she had lost all her strength.

And in the greenhouse capital dozens of kilometers away, the thirteenth consul was eating his dinner at the dining table.

The secretary serving him routinely tuned the TV to the Star News Channel, but when the channel was changing, the thirteenth consul's voice came from behind her: "Stop."

She stopped for no apparent reason, and the place where the TV screen stopped was the bustling Starlight Entertainment Station. In the picture, it is a close-up of the glass cabinet. After struggling hard, the dark-skinned woman was finally paralyzed by the electrodes in the collar and gradually submerged by the water flow.

She frowned slightly, seeming to notice her movements, and the consul asked her casually, "What do you think?"

"I don't think it's a greenhouse." She considered her tone, and finally gave this answer.

As a woman who grew up in the upper class since childhood, she really didn't understand the meaning of such sideshows. However, the consul behind her shook his head with a chuckle.

"People's pressure needs an outlet. In places where there is no sunlight and sky, but an outlet for pressure is desperately needed, it is the best choice to divide people into three, six, and nine classes." He said lightly, "In extreme Under depression, there will be no potential offenders, and other people with similar functions will appear. And don’t you think they get happiness and satisfaction from it?”

"Happy and content?"

"The satisfaction of being better than others, the satisfaction of releasing pressure. It's a good thing to have something that can divert their attention and release the pressure with peace of mind." The consul simply smiled, "Keep watching."

For some reason, when the secretary looked at the consul whom he had always admired, his fingertips became cold. In the interval between their discussions, the woman's struggle in the tank gradually weakened, and she finally pushed her knees up reluctantly, her hair floating in the water like seaweed.

The second Adam pressed the green button. After looking at the note, the host gave the penultimate punishment for overdose of carbon dioxide. After the penultimate runner died of suffocation, the camera not only showed the faces of the excited audience, but also the faces of the remaining potential criminals who were pale.

However, when the camera was shown on Lin Huai's face, the consul in front of the TV let out a "huh". He looked at the secretary next to him and said, "What is this person doing?"

The secretary was also slightly confused.

Under the stage, Dr. Lucier showed a complacent look. He stared at the glass cabinet on the stage, sitting on a chair with his head lowered, his eyes half-closed, and No. 81, who seemed to be extremely depressed, laughed and shook his head: "He looks very scared... But, he wants to escape. There's no way to escape. This cabinet is made of special materials, even a shotgun, so don't even think of punching a hole in it."

Thinking of this, he became more and more complacent: "So what if you can talk like that? Seeing the current scene, isn't it scary to pee your pants?"

And the audience in front of the TV was also amused by the eccentric behavior of No. 81, and they asked each other about the identity of No. 4.

"Who is this guy?"

"No. 81? Is that No. 81 who fights with Confucian scholars?"

"Hahaha, are you scared because of the death of the same kind? Look at how funny he looks like he is shrinking his head and shrinking his head."

"Ask for more shots, more shots!"

"Give more shots to No. 81." The executive reminded the broadcast, "It seems that the audience is looking forward to his reaction."

"I can't wait to see No. 81 pressing the button." Someone wrote in the barrage, "Fearing the death of the same kind, but having to be the executioner yourself, this is simply Shakespeare's dramatic tragic aesthetics. !"

During this discussion, No. 49 gradually died of suffocation. The screen turns to No. 13, who was scared to cry by the previous two deaths, and No. 72, who is still in the cage. I saw that No. 13 in the picture still had tears on his face, crying so much that I felt pity.

She seemed very reluctant to press the button, and looked at the host as if asking for help. The host reminded: "If you don't press the button, after the time is up, we will also randomly choose a method of execution!"

"It's better for you to press a button than to leave the disposal to us. At least, he still has a one-quarter chance of survival." The host suggested eagerly.

But how much of this eagerness is out of concern for a few people, and how much is out of the mentality of watching a good show? This is unknown.

After a lot of calls, No. 13 finally pressed the yellow button after biting his lip. After an exciting silence, the host lifted the note: "The little yellow light means—" he said regretfully, "released from the glass case."

As his voice sounded, there was a burst of boos from the audience. Along with the boos, the relieved expressions of No. 13 and No. 72 appeared.

After a tooth-crushing sound, the bottom of the glass case holding No. 72 opened, and No. 72, which was originally tied to the chair, was also released and fell.

The secretary in front of the TV saw this scene and showed a slightly happy look. When the consul saw this scene, he did not express any impression on her expression change, but said easily: "Wait a little longer."

At the same time, viewership on the web also fell sharply. Countless netizens scolded the program group and quit the live broadcast room.

"This..." The broadcaster looked at the person in charge at a loss.

In his heart, he also complained about the choice of No. 13. Compared with the release of No. 72, it seems that everyone prefers to watch the drama of killing. However, the person in charge showed a meaningful smile.

"Don't rush to a conclusion." She said with a smile, "the good ones are still to come."

In a dark tide, the light finally hit Lin Huai's direction.

"Okay, in the third round of fate decision, No. 13 successfully found the yellow button symbolizing 'release', presumably the choice of No. 81 will be the same." The host looked at No. 81 with an exaggerated expression of regret , "In the broadcast just now, we also noticed that No. 81 has always been very angry - now, let's interview him about his feelings? No. 81, are you happy to see your compatriots released?"

Saying that, he looked in the direction of No. 81. I saw that after the death of the second person, No. 81, who was still kicking the glass case violently, has quieted down. He seemed to be out of strength, sitting on a chair with his head down.

When the headlight came down, his entire face was shrouded in shadows hanging from his forehead.

- His shoulders are shaking, is it anger, sadness, or fear?

- Are you crying?

Because of this, many viewers have a strong and malicious expectation.