[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

In a sick society, the mentally ill are the truly healthy people.

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City X, 11:00

Countdown: 140 hours

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In the slightly empty and deserted monitoring room No. [-], Truman stared at the live monitoring screen in front of him, feeling a little dispirited. He randomly switched the live video of other monitoring rooms, even if he saw some eighteen forbidden, humiliating, filthy, unbearable Entering the picture, Truman's expression was still indifferent, but at this moment, his thoughts had already drifted away, and his fingertips tapped on the cold metal tabletop. He didn't regain his senses until the captain's figure appeared on the monitor screen. Thinking of something, my heart skipped a beat.

Did that person get caught?

Damn!

If you are caught, I'm afraid it will not end well, will you be like other bibliophiles...

Truman clenched his fists tightly, but the captain's first words made him feel relieved:

"Bibliophile No. [-] has escaped."

"Is that so?" Truman heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, his body was no longer stiff, but he frowned deliberately, "He was able to escape?"

"If he wants to escape, no one can stop him"

Truman was a little surprised when he heard that the captain praised that person so much, "Why?"

"I told you before that he is an extremely dangerous person, and it is impossible for him to come here, but you just don't believe in evil." The captain frowned, obviously unwilling to continue talking, "Now, keep an eye on this place for me." Thirty bibliophiles, these bibliophiles, have one thing on the surface and another on the back, even if they are dying, I am afraid that they still have some unrealistic delusions in their hearts."

Truman vaguely sensed something, "But I saw today——they are repenting"

"Confession? Do you really believe their confession? It's ridiculous. This world is the best at forgetting. It seems that everyone has forgotten—how did they become bibliophiles in the first place, and why did they choose to come here? For a bright future, or for a comfortable life? Some young people are obsessed with ghosts and go the wrong way and come back to repent. I may still believe it, but those old men who are about to be buried in the ground come back to repent after dying. Do you believe it? What's more , "The captain's eyes darkened, "They were all bewitched by the same person, not just these bibliophiles, almost all bibliophiles regard that person as a spiritual pillar, which is why I keep reminding you to keep you away from him, That person is not as simple as you seem on the surface..."

Truman froze.

Only now did he realize that he really didn't know that person at all.

"No matter what these bibliophiles want to do, they can't make waves," the captain continued. "They will never face reality. Their spiritual pillars have long since collapsed. They are still delusional about their former will and spiritual beliefs. It will bring them real salvation, now it seems ridiculous, no, even the savior they hoped for has already escaped..."

……

Truman tapped the keyboard quickly until the electronic eyes in the monitoring room stopped flickering, then he turned his gaze back to the live monitoring screen.

Even if the database of the empire was invaded, there was no trace of the archives about that person.

Bibliophile No. [-] seemed to be just a poor man who was born to be tortured. Compared with other bibliophiles, there was nothing special about him.

She was a thin, strange woman over forty years old, sitting upright, with dull eyes, clumsy, slow, soulless movements; her face was full of old wrinkles and ugly The pleats don't look pleasing.

She was even more slow in the face of the audience's malicious questioning, and she even seldom spoke.Even when she spoke, her voice made people feel uncomfortable. This may be because she hadn't talked to others for too long. Not only was she hoarse, but her voice was also a little jerky.These all make people feel very boring, and her aging and ugly appearance makes people less interested in watching her embarrassing, which leads to fewer and fewer people watching the live broadcast of No. [-] monitoring room.

"Can you tell us your story?"

Among the extremely hostile topics voted by the audience, this extremely gentle question was inexplicably pushed to the top.

The monitor of Room One is a little inexplicable, but he still asks his bibliophile interactively according to the rules.

The woman's body trembled slightly, but she obviously didn't ignore this question as before. She lowered her eyes, as if she was thinking seriously.After a long time, she replied slowly, "It's been a long time since no one is willing to listen, but I don't have any stories, I'm just a painter."

After finishing speaking, a smile appeared on her dull expression, a somewhat dull smile.

When she smiled, she didn't look so ugly anymore.The original pair of cloudy eyes carried a rare piety, which made her seem to be different. She was filled with a strange feeling, which could not be explained clearly, but it seemed to have magical powers, attracting the attention of the audience. Attention, even made them temporarily forget the abuse at this moment.

She said that she is a painter and only likes to paint, but the colors she paints are always different from others, so everyone thinks she is a lunatic.

Ah, lunatics should be locked up in mental institutions.

And this lunatic has been locked up in a mental hospital for more than ten years.

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"Then why are you here?"

Her eyes were a little dull, and she suddenly smiled again, "ah, why?"

Her reaction was too slow.

All viewers are thinking: It seems that this is not only a madman, but maybe a fool.

After a long time, she murmured, "I just want to prove one thing"

"whats the matter?"

"I wanted to prove something that I stood by."

"What you insist on doing is painting?"

"Many years ago, someone said to me-it is not to persevere when you see hope, but to see a glimmer of hope after you persevere for a lifetime-I hope that the things I have persisted in for a lifetime can be given to the people who are still persisting people, bring a glimmer of hope"

……

According to the task requirement with the most votes from the audience, she had to draw a picture.

Watcher No. [-] looked at the weird audience voting results, and when he made this request, the bibliophile suddenly laughed, and when he laughed, his face was full of tears.

Her hand that picked up the paintbrush trembled a little. She closed her eyes and wiped away her tears casually. When she opened them again, she held the paintbrush tighter and more steadily.

When she was painting, the audience in front of the telescreen was unexpectedly quiet. It is undeniable that this old and ugly woman has a strange magic power that makes people wait patiently, or maybe because of her ugly but pitiful appearance, someone made a mistake I really want to know what the poor thing will draw.

She draws very quickly, but her paintings are abstract, messy, depressing, and dark, and no audience can understand her paintings——

“This painting is really uncomfortable to look at”

"She should really continue to be imprisoned in a mental hospital. Only mental patients can make people feel so uncomfortable. Maybe she also has mental illnesses such as depression"

"She doesn't understand art. She has never seen oil paintings in museums. That is art. Abstract and colorful patterns should have countless colors. It makes people happy and exciting. This is art..."

"She is still obsessed with obsession, she is simply hopeless, what she wants to prove will only lead her to death"

……

Although the painting was abstract, messy, and even unclear what it was, Truman understood it. The city that had been bombed, the ruins of the war, in the ruins that were so desperate to suffocate, there was only one Standing there alive, straight and tough, like the backbone of a nation, he vaguely touched the faint light, the meager hope of a nation amidst blood and fire...

Because the paintings she drew were not recognized by the audience, she must be punished for failing the task.

However, the punishment did not go on.

Because Bibliophile No. [-] is crazy.

This woman is completely insane.

Ever since she finished painting this painting, she has been as quiet as crazy.

She slowly ate the oil paint, chewed it slowly, and her whole body was stained with oil paint. Afterwards, she slowly dipped in the ink paint and ate the oil painting paper, as if enjoying food... …

……

At noon, by the time the monitors in surveillance room No. [-] found out, the crazy woman was already dead.

Her blood melted into the ink, and this old and ugly woman died naked in the puddle of dried ink, with a long-cherished wish fulfilled smile remaining at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing the smile of Bibliophile No. [-], Truman suddenly understood her purpose of coming here.Maybe she just painted such a picture, and when the painting is finished, her mission is completed.She wants to draw a picture for others to see, and use what she has insisted on all her life to prove that "a glimmer of hope".She survived lingeringly, just with such a ridiculous idea.

It's really just a stupid wretch.

A painting can change anything.

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In the afternoon, Truman kept switching the monitoring, and then got impatient, so he directly split the screen, watching and listening to the live broadcast of 29 monitoring rooms at the same time.

29 bibliophiles, ordinary and somewhat stupid wretches.

The audience staring at the telescreen had seen too many similar stories. They were so boring that they even yawned, but they still refused to take off their earphones, leave the telescreen, and even had no time to say hello to their families.

These are a bunch of electronic parasites that are more stupid and pathetic than bibliophiles.

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Truman was staring at the time displayed on the telescreen, but the blood vessels in his left temple suddenly started to throb. He had an ominous premonition that this issue of BIGBROTHER would not end so smoothly no matter whether that person would appear or not... …

Soon, his premonition came true.

The show had its first breaking point: Bibliophile No. [-] killed someone.

Bibliophile No. [-] is a delicate-looking star, young and beautiful, but she is also a weirdo.

She behaves weirdly, she hates telescreens, being in enclosed spaces, even the convenience of high-speed transportation, but she loves taking early morning walks and asking weird questions, harmless as they are, but this person Definitely suspicious.Even for an ordinary person, there are bound to be hidden dangers in such behavior, not to mention that she is still a popular public figure.

Such a person has a boring curiosity, which is like a timed bomb. Once it is detonated, it will inevitably cause explosive harm.The police have monitored her through telescreens and have been watching her for five years. During the five years, her "strange remarks" in public have far exceeded the normal value.Once it is archived for five years, it will reach a critical point. If it cannot be redeemed, it will inevitably be "evaporated".When the female star's five-year archive period expired and she was finally judged as a "bibliophile", it also aroused huge attention in the society.What's even more ridiculous is that with her weak and innocent appearance, she has bewitched many men, and even some people think she is innocent, which is simply ridiculous.

But now, no one will think she is innocent.

How could an innocent person kill someone?

Yes, she killed.

A rabbit that looked innocent and harmless, killed a man.

And after the murder, she didn't show the slightest panic or fear.

In the interactive session, Bibliophile No. [-] refused to complete the task voted by the audience. When the supervisor failed to "supervise and execute", she killed her supervisor again under the noses of everyone.

After the murder, the disheveled Bibliophile No. [-] escaped from the No. [-] monitoring room.

However, she cannot escape.

At least, she couldn't escape this once abandoned old factory building.

When she was subdued on the ground, she was crying and laughing, a little wanton and rampant.

In the process of struggling, her clothes were torn, revealing her fair skin, but she didn't seem to care, the original pair of pure eyes were now bloody and ferocious, and her whole body bloomed A beauty that never yields, is wild and tough.

"She's crazy, this woman is crazy"

"She killed someone, but in her eyes, there is no trace of remorse at all"

"I actually thought she was a pure and kind woman, I was really blind"

"Do you still remember the look in her eyes when she killed someone, there was no fear at all, so naturally, this crazy woman is too scary"

"Take off her clothes!"

"Yes! Take off her clothes!"

……

The audience quickly began to vote, and "Strip the clothes of Bibliophile No. [-]" was impressively placed at the top of the list.

Under the "democratic will", even seemingly inhuman atrocities have their operability.

These viewers, who are the masters, will execute the "No. [-] book collector".

It may be too much to say that it is a punishment, after all, it is just stripping naked.

The bibliophiles in other monitoring rooms need to be accompanied by monitors to watch their sentences, right on the grass where they once took the oath.

At this moment, the grass is still immersed in the light of the afternoon sun.

……

Bibliophile No. [-] has been tied to the cross with a rope, her eyes are tightly closed, and there are still tears in the corners of her eyes. It seems that she has completely resigned to the impending doom, but there is still a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.

All the librarians lined up neatly in six rows, staring at the woman on the cross without blinking.

All the firefighters who were monitors had also assembled, but Truman was not in the queue. He was still in his monitoring room No. [-], watching all this with indifference.

In front of the queue was the body of Watchman No. [-]. He was a veteran firefighter and the "good guy" in the team. He had done many "not decent" things, especially targeting young and beautiful female bibliophiles. , but these have always been considered harmless, after all, he is just a "good old man" trying to "save the bibliophile".

At this moment, his gradually freezing and stiff body was covered with a layer of white cloth.

The captain of the fire brigade put the holy fireman's rules on the white cloth of the corpse.

The cover is still the familiar stupid bird, sacred and noble, not to be profane.

In the solemn silence, the captain read out the eulogy, and after that, he must follow the "democratic will" to execute the No. [-] librarian who killed the imperial firefighters.

……

Truman observed everyone's expressions, and also saw the helplessness and despair hidden in the eyes of Bibliophile No. [-].

He didn't understand why Bibliophile No. [-] chose to join BIGBROTHER. If she really wanted to survive, she must choose to endure humiliation.Even with her not outstanding IQ, it is impossible not to guess what she will suffer when she comes here, and what she needs to endure.After all, in the previous BIGBROTHER live broadcasts, young and beautiful women like her had similar miserable experiences, but she was the only one who dared to kill.If the purpose of coming here is only to kill, then she is too stupid.

After all, there are many ways to kill people, but killing each other is the stupidest one.

Or, her purpose is the same as that of the No. [-] book collector, she just wants to die?

But according to the current situation, it is very difficult for her to ask for death.

……

The small knife used for execution was the one used by Bibliophile No. [-] to kill the supervisor. The blade deftly avoided the rope and slowly cut the clothes of Bibliophile No. [-] little by little. Humiliated and trembling, the audience outside the TV wall, even the vast majority of people present, felt a strange pleasure of being in control.

However, the execution was interrupted just as it started.

An abrupt voice sounded.

In the deep voice, there is a loose smile

"Ah, sorry, I seem to be late."