[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

If you have been tricked into possessing or even reading contraband, you are a bibliophile.

Your name will disappear from the household registration, and all relevant records of what you have done will also be erased from now on.The fact that you once lived in the world is first denied, and then everyone forgets that you existed.You are excluded, destroyed.

Their common phrase is "vaporization".

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City X, 20:00

Countdown: 155 hours

……

However, Truman was still bewitched by success, and he felt that something was wrong with him.

Truman sat on the sofa and forced himself to calm down, not to mention not daring to look at him again.Truman lowered his eyes, clasped his hands tightly, and rubbed the back of his hand with his fingertips uneasily.

He wanted to do something to divert his attention, and then he saw the old newspaper on the coffee table, his eyes flickered, and he subconsciously reached for it, and his fingertips touched the dust on the newspaper.

The touch of dust made him frown in disgust.

But the layout of the newspaper is familiar.

It can even be said to be too familiar.

Old newspapers from five years ago.

The content of the largest page in the newspaper is the famous Killer Sudoku, and this Sudoku puzzle changed his life.

Five years ago, he was admitted to the Imperial Military Academy precisely because he solved this puzzle. Before that, the Imperial Military Academy never accepted civilians with humble backgrounds and worthless people.

……

"You, why did you keep this newspaper?" Truman looked up and stared at him.

"Have you ever played?"

"what?"

"Killer Sudoku."

Shi Kuang's voice was flat, but there were dark and incomprehensible emotions in his deep eyes.

While analyzing his expression and emotions, Truman responded casually, "Yes."

Killer Sudoku, Truman played it with ease.

Five years ago, he only took 9 minutes and 9 seconds for 20x2 Killer Sudoku, while No.5 took [-] minutes.

At that time, Truman was only 12 years old.

"What do you think," Shi Kuang looked at him, "how is it different?"

Truman didn't know why he asked, "It's more interesting."

"Why is it more interesting?"

"It may be because of the dotted line box. Killer Sudoku adds a dotted line box. The sum of the numbers in the dotted line must be the same as the number attached to it, and the numbers in the dotted line box cannot be repeated."

"Do you know what a dotted box is?"

Truman frowned, "What do you want to express?"

"In this society, every person is born as a point, a point where everything is determined, and the words and deeds of all points are determined by rules. These points are linked together, and they are dotted boxes made by rules. These dotted boxes are connected to each other. Connections form a huge net, a huge net from which there is no escape."

"I can't understand you."

"But you should have heard a word."

"What?"

"Most people live in quiet despair."

"What about you?" Truman stared intently at his eyes, and said in a flat voice with a trace of cruelty, "Desperate?"

His expression did not change, the line of his lips was still indifferent, and he looked at him silently, without a trace of dodge in his eyes, and it seemed that there was not a single flaw in his eyes.

Truman was a bit aggressive, "From the martyr who once stood high, to the depraved, dirty, and despicable bibliophile, from the clean water source that no one dares to desecrate, to the filthy ditch that dumps all filth, despair?"

"The stinking ditch?" He didn't feel ashamed or angry because of this dirty word. Instead, he asked with a frank smile, "Then what do you want to come to the stinking ditch?"

"You still have seven days left, and it will be five years. I—" Truman took a deep breath, "I don't want you to be evaporated; tomorrow is the first day of BIGBROTHER, and you are Bibliophile No. [-]."

For any bibliophile in the empire, the archives can only be archived for a maximum of five years. If they cannot be redeemed, they can only be "evaporated" from this world: the name will disappear from the household registration, and all relevant records of what they have done will also be wiped out. Even martyrs who were once admired by people will be forgotten and denied by this world...

There is only one way for bibliophiles to be redeemed: BIGBROTHER.

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"Bibliophile No. [-]"

"Yes."

"I like the number," he laughed.

Truman frowned slightly, he disliked his understatement, "I think, now I am solemnly informing you."

"You want me to go? So what if I go?"

"I promise you," Truman blurted out, "as long as you go, you will survive."

Truman felt that he was bewitched again, he couldn't even believe what he just said.

Damn, he must have been bewitched again!

Shi Kuang asked him with a smile, "Is that why you came to the stinking ditch?"

"I, I don't know—"

Truman only knew that he hoped he would survive.

He couldn't imagine that he was 'evaporated'.

He doesn't want him dead.

……

"A lot can happen in seven days," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Light me a cigarette." He leaned lazily on the sofa, leaning on the armrest of the sofa with his elbows, and between his fingers was an unlit cigarette with tooth marks on the cigarette holder.

Truman froze.

Teeth marks on cigarette holders.

For some reason, he suddenly felt very familiar.

Truman couldn't help but think again——

Is he really seducing himself?

Such explicit sexual innuendo.

If he was really seducing him...

Damn!

How could this old man be so—

Such shameless!

……

"No matches?" He laughed, "I could smell the cigarettes on you as soon as I entered the door."

"Have."

It turned out that he liked his own taste.

Truman's ears began to turn red.

Shi Kuang watched as Truman stiffly took out a box of matches. The pattern on it was the familiar stupid bird, which was the logo of the fire brigade.But for some reason, he suddenly had the desire to continue the conversation, and met his gaze straightly, "Mind if I ask a question?"

"what?"

All ambiguous thoughts dissipated in an instant.

Because his eyes are too focused, sharp, deep, penetrating, and directly touch people's hearts.

Truman suddenly panicked, stared at by such a pair of eyes, being scrutinized, he instinctively wanted to escape.

"Why did you become a fireman?"

"I don't know," Truman avoided his gaze, lowered his head, and answered quickly while lighting a chemical match, "Firefighters are the heroes of the empire, and it is my duty to be a firefighter." dream."

Shi Kuang lit a cigarette with his hand, and the end of the cigarette immediately burned red and white smoke ignited.

"Have you read any of the books you burned?"

"No! That's illegal!"

"Have you ever heard a legend that the house used to catch fire accidentally?" He narrowed his eyes slightly and took another puff of cigarette. "All firefighters are there to put out fires, not set them on fire."

"Impossible, all houses are fireproof."

He dusted off the cigarette ash, the smile on his face disappeared, "You answered too quickly."

"You're trying to confuse me again," Truman said with a dry throat and a hoarse voice.

Truman stared at his eyes obsessively, and then moved his eyes to his lips.

His lips were dry and whitish, with rough lines, smoky and seductive.

This old man is so damn good-looking, Truman thought.