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

At the same time, this live broadcast was also being broadcast in the headquarters of the Southern Region.

"Dr. Joe. The Admiral is alone inside..."

"He's been in there for a day." Dr. Qiao asked curiously, "What did he do?"

As he spoke, he heard extremely fast keyboard taps coming from inside. After the continuous sound of the keyboard, the man inside seemed to be done. He pressed the "enter" key and stretched.

"The critical moment depends on the power of my technology..." The man sighed.

Dr. Joe: ...?

He thought for a while, and after the voice was completely silent, he pushed open the admiral's door.

...he felt dazzled.

In the empty command room, the ruthless admiral was leaning his feet on the table, resting his chin in one hand to watch the live broadcast on the table, and holding a lollipop in the other. Before he had time to react to the information his eyes were receiving, he just felt that there was another flower in front of him.

The next moment, what he saw was the general sitting upright, with a white thing in his mouth, and his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

"This is……"

"This cigarette tastes very good." The other party said coldly.

Dr. Joe:  …

He had some suspicions that the other party was lying, but his old admiration for his friend made him quickly dismiss the idea. After seeing the person on the screen, he said "Huh?"

"You actually watch the live broadcast of Starlight," he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he was talking nonsense again. Who the admiral is looking at is self-evident! With hatred and hatred, he looked at the person on the screen with his shoulders twitching, and said with a bit of gloating: "Sure enough, he is still a potential criminal who can't stand on the stage, and he is so emotional..."

"what?"

"I'm so excited after witnessing a few deaths." Dr. Qiao shrugged, "Considering the effect of the show, the show team chose the most bloodless way to deal with it. This can be... It's psychologically fragile..."

Then, he heard the other party's voice.

"It's quite exciting," the man said. "Look how happy he is laughing, tsk tsk."

"what?"

It was half an hour later when Dr. Qiao remembered the purpose of his trip—reporting the increasingly rampant and divinely-assisted attacks of the Southern Frontier Free Army. Until then, let's pull the camera back to the museum.

The question "Was the No. 81 scared to cry?" echoed in the hearts of the host and many viewers. The host motioned for the director to give Lin Huai a close-up, and said, "It seems that our No. 81 is emotionally unstable, so let's--"

In the next moment, his voice came to an abrupt end, like a chicken being choked by Huanong.

What he had expected was a face of fear, anger, fatigue and pain at the death of his fellow man. However, to his surprise, what appeared in the camera and was magnified without dead ends in order to appreciate all his negative emotional details——

It's a face with a happy smile!

The originally prepared belly draft disappeared at this moment. Looking at the face in front of him, the host found it difficult to describe in words. In that smile, there was no trace of sympathy, fear, hesitation, anger, or even the joy of the rest of your life—

It was pure joy, joy without any impurities.

That kind of joy is not like the joy of seeing the rest of the life of my fellow man, let alone the gloom of witnessing multiple brutal deaths. Just happy, completely happy, he looked at the third empty cabinet, his eyes simply swept over the cabinet where the brutal death occurred, and finally, his eyes stopped at the shivering teenager in the fourth cabinet.

—Is he not afraid or angry?

The host finally continued according to his belly draft: "No. 81, when you were executing No. 72 and others just now, you seemed to be very angry, what made you so angry? Is it the death of the same kind, or What about the disguise of fear of one's own situation?"

"fear?"

"Isn't it worth fear to see one's own kind die without dignity?"

"Hehe, hehe..." Lin Huai shook his shoulders and laughed, then, he swept towards the audience lightly, with a bit of pleasant contempt in his eyes, "Actually, I originally thought this show was very boring, so boring. Makes you want to sleep-"

"It's common to kill people for excitement. But this way of seeing no blood or hearing screams is so boring." He shrugged, "I almost fell asleep. I taught You have a way - if you want to pursue excitement, it is better to install an iron propeller at the top, while turning, while going down - (the later content is manually mosaicked by the author), or remove the atmosphere..."

Under his vivid description, the audience's faces were blue, and a few audience members who were indigestible began to retching. Lin Huai looked at the people in the audience and said in surprise, "Oh? Pursuing excitement, isn't it what you want? Are you more civilized than me?"

"This No. 81 is a complete villain..." someone murmured.

"It's disgusting, how can you say such disgusting and cruel words."

"He should be executed! How can such a person stay, of course he should be executed!"

Those who left the comments, because they were not manually involved in the execution of the would-be criminals, spoke with peace of mind, calling out for another person's death. And the demon at the center of their discussion laughed "hehe". He covered his face and laughed louder: "Originally, I thought you guys were really boring, this way of randomly killing people is really a routine that has been played enough years ago. Until just now, I found out A secret, this secret, is the most subtle and creative part of this game."

"Here, I have to pay tribute to the planners of this show, you are really creative." He brightened his eyes and looked at everyone, "Want to know what this idea is?"

"Do you want to cut off the broadcast?" someone asked.

"No," the person in charge stopped him, "let's see this No. 81, what else can we say next."

Next, No. 81 said something surprising: "How many people are watching now?"

"what?"

After the host reported the number of viewers, he shook his head regretfully: "It's only a few million people. Forget it, it's a grand opening ceremony."

"Before revealing the truth, I also have to make my judgment on the fate of No. 91." Lin Huai said, looking at the red-haired girl in the glass cabinet opposite, "I saved you once before, and now you are here again. Here, it's really fate... By the way, let me ask you a question."

The red-haired girl looked at him in confusion.

"How long can you hold your breath?"

After saying this, he laughed and pressed the blue button in front of everyone.

A transparent stream of water began to slowly pour into the glass cabinet from the top. To enjoy the prisoners' horror, the speed of the water was tightly controlled, and it took about five minutes to drown the girl's nose.

Humans can hold their breath for three minutes. Eight minutes left before the girl died.

After witnessing Lin Huai's abnormal behavior, the originally weak ratings instantly rose to the highest point at that moment! Countless greenhouse citizens who had left the live broadcast room and changed channels all poured into the live broadcast room at that moment. They swiped question marks and exclamation marks in large chunks, and everyone was asking the same few questions.

"He's crazy?"

"He's killing someone on purpose?"

"Why did No. 81 do this?"

Under everyone's astonished eyes, Lin Huai smiled happily. He laughed so loudly, like a kid got his favorite toy.

"You..." The host was stunned.

He was completely stunned by the scene in front of him. According to his assumption, Lin Huai will press the yellow button to release the potential criminals as before. Then at the end of the show, they'll reveal the truth about "getting the prisoner out" and appreciate the greater desperation of would-be prisoners, all while witnessing ratings peak.

But, but.

But this person is not playing cards according to common sense!

He was going to kill!

"You, you." The host was stunned, "Why did you kill people?"

Lin Huai looked at him calmly: "Isn't this given to me by you, the show crew, and the greenhouse? I am the fourth and have the right to kill the corresponding prisoner."

"But……"

"But what?" He walked towards the glass step by step, meeting the host's eyes. Those eyes were dark and faint, making it difficult to see what was going on inside, but the corners of the raised mouth looked gloomy and terrifying, "Oh, I see—"

He deliberately prolonged his tone.

"You don't want to kill, you don't want to punish sinners, and the source of your stimulation is not their death." He said softly, "What you really want to do is to dominate our whole body, soul, and dignity."

"What you want to satisfy is just the desire to dominate."

After saying this, he laughed again. At the same time, the water had submerged the girl's calf.

But the girl didn't struggle, not even an expression of pain. She looked at the young man in the glass cage opposite her, her eyes firm.

——It was as if she had decided something.

"This play is really good." Zu Li heard the voice of his roommate, "No. 81 is crazy? Want to kill his own countrymen on purpose?"

"What is this, would rather die freely than live with a lingering breath?"

"Why do you think so much? I think No. 81 is so scared that he has a nervous breakdown and is crazy!"

"this……"

In the Southern Territory Command, Dr. Qiao looked at everything in front of him, and his brain went stiff.

He couldn't understand what Lin Huai did at all. The only explanation was that this person was a villain who wanted to take revenge on society, and the admiral sitting next to him raised his mouth at that moment.

At that moment, Lin Huai's behavior almost filled the world's hatred. Fatty Wang and Lu Xiaotian, who were originally in the glass cell, also looked at each other in amazement at that moment.