The Trial Game of Life

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

"Ow!"

"Stop hitting, stop hitting!"

"I surrender!"

"Help!"

The lights in the corridor were shaking, and the lights shone on the figures on the wall, showing their teeth and claws.The yelling was crushed into fragments, and it spread far away through the night sky, but no one cared about it.

The new players were uneasy, not because they were too timid, but because everything in front of them was beyond their imagination—someone boldly rushed forward, trying to save Tang Cuo, but what he saw was that he was in full swing. bone chopping knife.

After the fight, Tang Cuo groaned and asked, "Are you still coming?"

The five people writhed on the ground and backed away crazily: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Grandpa, you are my grandpa, it's because we have eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai, please do me a favor, do me a favor..."

Huang Mao's face was so swollen that he couldn't speak, and he opened his mouth to fight the air leaking from his teeth, which was extremely painful.

Tang Cuo asked again: "Is there anyone above you?"

In this world, when the young ones are beaten, the old ones come, and when the old ones are beaten, there are even older ones, it's annoying.But at this moment, after a fierce fight, Tang Cuo's health dropped from 13% to 5%, returning to before liberation.

Opening the character panel and taking a glance, Tang Cuo couldn't help but turn dark.

Seeing this, the five people shivered for no reason, and continued to shake their heads frantically, no, this is really gone.If they hadn't been so bad, they wouldn't have come here to bully the weakest rookie.

Only then did Tang Cuo pick up the plastic bag, stuff the bone cutter into it, and leave.

When his figure finally disappeared at the corner of the stairs, the five quickly got up, supported each other and fled.The players in the building and on the street looked at their backs and looked at each other.

Tang Cuo went back to the house, but found that the doors and windows were open.When he went in, he found that the clothes he had used to bind Zhang Xing had been torn into pieces, and it was said that Zhang Xing, who was still in his room, had disappeared.

Where he went is obvious.

Tang Cuo put down the plastic bag, went to the window and poked his head out to look down, just in time to see Zhang Xing sliding down the sewer pipe.Don't look at the bloated figure, but the movements are quite flexible.

Run and run.

Tang Cuo had no interest in what to do inside the fraud gang. If Zhang Xing didn't run away, he would still worry about how to throw people out.But just when he was about to turn around and close the window, a magnetic but joking voice suddenly came from the next door——

"I didn't expect you to be kind."

Tang Cuo turned his head, saw a clown face, and frowned.

The clown squatted on the window sill, wearing motorcycle boots and a coquettish fringed leather jacket. His hair was long, so he pulled it up a little and tied it in the back, exposing his forehead.The oil paint on the face also seemed to be daubed casually, and the corners of the upturned mouth were scarlet.Seeing Tang Cuo turn around, he raised one hand and tilted his head slightly: "Good evening."

Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes.This person is at least 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. It is hard for him to squat on the window sill with a diameter of [-] centimeters with ease.

Seeing that he didn't reply, the clown didn't care much, pointed at Zhang Xing, and said with a smile: "In District F, there are at least a dozen small gangs like this, each occupying an area. Newcomers are cheated out of points and desperate Not without it, there are not a few who are unwilling to be fooled and finally beaten, they call this the first lesson at the beginning of the school."

Tang Cuo: "So?"

The clown propped his chin and said, "I'm praising you, can't you hear that?"

"Oh." Tang Cuo closed the window directly.

He is not very interested in chatting with the other party. If he has this spare time, he might as well go back to sleep.He thought so, and did so, turned around and spread out the newly bought sheets and quilts, preparing to make do for the night.

"Boom." Something hit the window.

Tang Cuo didn't want to pay attention at first, but the sound of "dong, dong" came one after another, so he had no choice but to walk to the window again.The moment the window was opened, something hit the front door. He raised his hand to grab it, and opened his palm to see—it was a colorful marble.

The clown was still squatting on the balcony next door, throwing marbles with great interest, and said, "You really believe what they say, and you think no one will come to trouble you anymore?"

Tang Cuo: "So what if you believe it, so what if you don't believe it."

The clown spread his hands: "It's really not that good. But few newcomers are as calm as you. I'm a little curious, how did you die?"

Tang Cuo didn't answer.

"You don't want to say, how about making friends?" The clown said, "It happens to be living next door, if you ask, I can help."

"No, thank you." Tang Cuo closed the window anyway.

What the clown said still reminded him that Area F is huge, and it is really impossible that there is only such a small gang.In such a place, the strong prey on the weak, and if Huangmao can't hold the territory, someone will come to carve it up.

According to the general routine, Tang Cuo should knock them all down, and then become the boss himself, but he is not interested in being the boss at all.

"Boom." Here it comes again.

Tang Cuo's head hurts.

"Boom." It's not over yet.

Tang Cuo took a deep breath, opened the window again, and smiled: "Is there something wrong?"

Clown: "Are you angry?"

Tang Cuo: "Obviously."

Clown: "Has anyone told you before that you look good when you're angry?"

roll.

"You are not a new player. People die here every day, and new people join every day. This kind of thing happens every day. You should have seen a lot, so why do you help me?" Tang Cuo's eyes were sharp, as if he could stab someone with a single glance. Into the other party's heart: "Watching a movie like just now, isn't it good?"

The clown raised his eyebrows: "How do you know I haven't shot before?"

There was more and more noise downstairs, and more and more new players boldly walked out of the room. At this moment, they were gathering together in twos and threes, wantonly selling panic.

Of course, there are old players, but they are used to such scenes, and they usually lose interest after just a glance.

The black city is still brightly lit.

Tang Cuo and the clown looked at each other, more like a confrontation.

A strange feeling suddenly came to his heart, Tang Cuo carefully examined the man opposite him, but he couldn't figure out where the source of this strange feeling was in his heart.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." The clown smiled suddenly: "You look at me like this, it's easy to make me have some vulgar associations, and I can't sleep well at night."

He was answered with a heartless "bang".

Tang Cuo felt that he was lying here because he was sick.

Meanwhile, Area A.

In the secluded garden villa, firefly-like suspended lights circle the entire villa along the cobblestone road. When the wind blows gently, they sway and fall on the treetops, flowers and leaves, secretly, like stars twinkling wink.A black mechanical bird stood alone at the end of the road, with its head held high, and a crystal heart shining in its hollow body.

Suddenly, an exclamation came from the room, shaking all the floating lights, and even the mechanical bird changed the arc of its head.

"Boss, he was fined back to F area again?! He ran amok in the dungeon again???" The little pink-haired man's eyes widened, and he even stood on the sofa in order to fully express his amazement.

The woman who was painting her nails on the opposite side shook her hands, and the nail polish was painted on the outside. She raised her head slightly: "You use a little too much "you."

Fenmao spread his hands: "Then why don't I use 叕?"

The woman shrugged her shoulders and continued to paint her nails slowly, indifferently.Fenmao became anxious, and quickly said: "Hey, why are you so calm? This is the first time, he has to be promoted from one district to another in F, and it's not like playing a trumpet in an online game, but double playing."

"What do you want?"

"I just can't do anything, so I'm in a hurry!"

The woman is not in a hurry, she is not in a hurry, she raised her hand to admire her freshly painted black nails - well, this matches her hair very well.

When Fenmao sees her laughing, she is frightened, with black nails and black skirt, she looks like a dark witch every day, but she also likes pink plush toys, and forced him to dye her hair pink, bleaching it to tears .

"If you're worried, go find him in Area F."

"Hiss." Fenmao hugged her arms, and suddenly shuddered: "He must still be angry now, I don't want to touch his bad luck."

"Then stay well."

"I can't stay. The boss agreed to take me to do the task this week, but he was fined and sent back!"

Fenmao sat down, really worried and angry.He originally wanted to talk about the update of the blacklist, but now he is not happy to talk about it, because compared to No. 90 who suddenly broke out, No. 1 who continued to die was obviously more powerful.

So good it's about to explode.

After thinking about it, Fenmao decided to secretly go to Area F to find out the situation.

Evernight City is a place with very rules and no rules. It abandons all laws and morals in the world, but it implements very strict jurisdiction over all districts.Except for the central area, which is accessible to all districts, those in the high-level area can walk in the low-level area. Those in the low-level area want to go to the high-level area, but they can only earn enough points to upgrade or obtain a temporary pass.

Area A and Area F are only separated by Area G, which is very close, but Area G is the prison of Eternal Night City, and there is a very perverted warden living in it, so Fenmao has to rush to the central area first, and then from the The central area enters the F area.

It was already past four o'clock in the morning when he arrived.

Area F at four o'clock in the morning is still very lively. The new players who lose their composure and the old players who are used to it are like the two constant protagonists in the play, and the same scene is staged every day.

It's been a long time since Fenmao came to this kind of place where new players gather, so it's inevitable that he feels a little embarrassed.At the same time, he couldn't figure it out, the boss had been in peace for a long time, why was he punished again today?What's more, he promised to take himself to do the task, and he would not break the appointment without reason.

Forget it, I don’t understand or I don’t want to.

Fenmao avoided the crowd and walked towards East Cross Street with ease.Even in the same district, there are still differences between different streets. East Cross Street is the place with the worst and weakest conditions in the entire F District. Some people even jokingly called it the garbage recycling site.

Jin Cheng, the boss of Fenmao, as the No.1 on the blacklist, once he is fined, he will definitely be thrown as trash on East Cross Street, and he will be in the same room every time.

There is only one annual subscription user of East Cross Street in the whole Eternal Night City.

Fenmao walked forward while cursing, and when he reached East Cross Street, he didn't take the stairs, but climbed the window directly.The height of the third floor was within reach for elites like him in Area A, even if he was still carrying a large package, it was a matter of seconds.

"Bang, bang!"

"Boss! Boss, here I come!"

"boom!"

"Boss!"

Fenmao knocked on the window for a long time, but no one answered, so he couldn't help but increase his strength, but he only exerted a little force, and with a "click", the glass shattered.He looked at the broken glass in horror, and looked at the people in the room in horror, and found in horror——

"Who are you?"

"Who do you say I am?"

With a dark face, Tang Cuo raised the bone-chopping knife on the bedside, chopped it on the window frame, and "clicked and wiped", the remaining half of the glass was also shattered.The glass shards fell on Fenmao's body like cold icy rain, piercing his heart.

"Brother, calm down, you must calm down, I went to the wrong place, really! I'm leaving right now!" The instinct to survive overwhelmed curiosity, Fenmao turned around and wanted to jump downstairs, but just turned his head , I saw my boss poking his head out of the next window.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"What are you doing??" Fenmao asked back.

"Put on a mask."

"Ouch, fuck me ￥*&%!"

Fenmao fell down in excitement, and fell on his back.

A quarter of an hour later, in Tang Cuo's room.

Fenmao put her hands neatly on her knees, showing the most cute smile ever.In fact, he didn't know why he did this, anyway, the current situation was quite weird.

He, Wen Xiaoming, an elite in District A, pretends to be his grandson in a garbage building in District F.There were two people sitting in the room, one was his boss, he was wearing a mask and was as white as a ghost; the other was an unknown new player, his face was gloomy and black like a ghost.

There was a round table between the three of them. On the table was a black bone-chopping knife slanted, giving off a gloomy color in the dim light.

Perhaps there is a new interpretation of this story, called "Two Butchers and a Pig to be Slaughtered".