"As we all know, you are all guilty people. You have fallen here because of your inappropriate behavior towards superior people."
"In order to regulate the lower classes around the world, our senior management has specially approved this variety show - The Killing Game"
"Throwing low-class people who behave inappropriately into the dangerous restricted area in batches and live broadcasting them live. It is said that this will help reduce the probability of low-class people committing crimes."
"And I am the host of this world-class variety show. You can call me Teacher Killing."
Pink Shirt's smile became even brighter.
Gu Mian stared at his pale face, feeling like she had seen such a person somewhere.
At this time, the native next to Gu Mian shook violently. He seemed to be struggling to stand up from the chair, but his hands and feet were tightly cuffed to the chair and he could not move at all.
"As for the rules of the game - since it is a variety show game, of course everyone must try their best to please the audience."
"The audience doesn't like weak participants. They prefer to see you struggling to your death with all your strength. If you perform well, you may get a chance to leave the forbidden area. Of course, the premise is that you are still alive."
"Ah, our photographer seems to have arrived. Then, I am here to announce that the 132nd killing game is about to begin... please all participants be prepared."
"In short, it's just a bunch of useless stuff that Balabala said" - Gu Mian concluded in his heart.
After Mr. Killing finished speaking, he looked back at the unclosed carriage door.
At this time, another person walked in from outside the door. He also had a pale face and even his hair was slightly white, as if his whole head had been rolled in a flour vat.
Seeing two pale people standing together, Gu Mian finally remembered where she had seen such people - albinos in biology books.
Two people who appeared to be albinos stood together, muttering and discussing something.
Gu Mian's eyes moved around the two of them, and he guessed what the difference was between the upper-class people and the lower-class people in this copy.
The faces of the superior people looked like they had been rolled in a vat of flour.
The faces of lower class people come in all kinds of colours.
For example, the chicken coop guy next to Gu Mian has a yellow belt and a black one, but he has started to turn green at this time. I don't know if he is scared.
It can be seen that this host is different from the host of the previous copy.
In Gu Mian's mind, there are two types of dungeons. One is dungeons where NPC knows that he is an NPC, such as Crazy Word Guessing and Hearse Driver Test Center.
The other is that the NPC does not know that it is a copy of the NPC.
And listening to the host's description, they obviously belong to the second situation.
He had no idea that the world he was in was a replica, and he happily separated the upper class from the lower class, creating this killing game for the entertainment of the upper class.
While Gu Mian was still thinking, the photographer suddenly took out an iron box and visually measured it to be about twenty centimeters long.
He opened the iron box, and then something like small insects flew out from inside. Gu Mian took a closer look and realized that these were not actually insects, but high-tech products.
"Mini tracking camera, 360-degree panoramic photography, can synchronize the game screen of each participant in real time." When Mr. Killing said this, he looked out the window: "It seems that we are not far from the forbidden area, and then we will
To separate, then..."
Mr. Killing took a step back and opened his mouth slightly.
At this time, Gu Mian also heard the second half of Mr. Killing's words. Although the voice was a little soft, he could still hear it clearly——
"Then welcome to the killing game and wish you good luck."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole car suddenly fell into darkness, and then Gu Mian heard the screams of other people in the darkness.
If there is a sudden power outage in such a strange place, of course most people will scream.
Even if the player doesn't shout, the dungeon natives participating in this game will shout.
Gu Mian also said "Ahhh" twice and then stopped making any sound.
He originally thought about trying to open the handcuffs, but before he could put his idea into practice, more violent screams came from behind.
Those screams were coming in waves like a tidal wave. Before Gu Mian could understand what was happening, the chair under him suddenly grew taller.
"What the hell?" Gu Mian looked down, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness.
It didn't take long for him to notice that the floor of the carriage seemed to be tilted.
The floor behind them tilted. At this time, everyone was sitting on the chairs and slowly sliding backwards, about to slide out of the car through the back door. The broken chairs seemed not fixed.
The car was still moving quickly, and Gu Mian heard someone yelling, then a "pop" sound, and then there was no more sound.
And not long after, it was Gu Mian's turn to make a "pop" sound.
Gu Mian and her chair slipped out of the back door of the carriage and fell to pieces.
He lay on the ground and looked up, only to see that the car that had previously carried them had driven away, leaving him with only the smoking butt of the car.
At this time, the handcuffs and leg cuffs on the chair had been loosened very humanely.
Gu Mian patted the dust on his body and stood up: "Are you using this method to disperse the players? It's really violent. Can't you get a plane and tie a parachute to us and throw it down?"
He slid out directly from the back door of the car, and his coat was completely torn.
Ignoring the ripped coat, Gu Mian raised her head and looked around.
It's dark now. I guess everyone thinks it's interesting to watch variety shows in the middle of the night, so they're thrown in at this time.
Presumably the people in this dungeon are looking at them like monkeys.
Gu Mian thought as she glanced at the mini tracking device following her.
Outside the forbidden area, Mr. Killing was facing a large camera: "Ah, the player followed by Tracker No. 9 is looking at the screen."
