Sweep across the Doomsday Proving Ground [Unlimited]

It was still raining outside the city.

The mist lingered on the iron bars of the black market, turning into moist drops of water, falling continuously.

Xu Zhuo followed the woman into the news bookstore.

This house, called the study house, has two floors, and it is filled with all kinds of dusty books.Maybe it was still early, and there were not many subjects staying in the outer city, but it gave Xu Zhuo the opportunity to investigate.

"My name is Cheng Xi." The woman hung the scarf on the rusty rack, "What do you want to check?"

Xu Zhuo stood at the door with his pockets in his pocket: "Alone."

Cheng Xi narrowed his eyes and gave him a meaningful look.

click.

She lowered her head and lit a cigarette.

"Living or dead?"

Xu Zhuo: "A living person."

Cheng Xi smiled and took a puff of smoke: "Who?"

Xu Zhuo raised his eyes expressionlessly: "Gu Chengye."

Cheng Xi laughed heavily.

In the smog, she looked like a lunatic who had been insane for a long time, staring at Xu Zhuo for a long time: "I have done so many transactions, you are the first one who dares to check him."

"Just say check it or not."

"You can search, you can find everything here." Cheng Xi put a thick scroll on the stage, "Here, there is only the difference between life and death."

As soon as the voice fell, she opened the scroll.

——I saw that it was filled with densely packed names of people, some with crosses, and some clean without any traces. In addition, there were various unknown codes.

Cheng Xi brushed her drooping brown curly hair behind her ears, and after flipping through for a while, her fingertips suddenly stopped on a page.

"Interesting." Cheng Xi glanced at Xu Zhuo, "If you don't know the best of what's written here, should you continue?"

Xu Zhuo: "Continue."

Cheng Xi curled her lips again: "You are bolder than I imagined."

"Don't talk nonsense." Xu Zhuo threw a bag full of commissions on the table, and leaned against the bookshelf with folded arms, "Speak."

Cheng Xi pinched his cigarette.

Her eyes stopped somewhere in the scroll, and she slowly said a word: "The Elite Plan."

Xu Zhuo frowned slightly.

"Same as the literal meaning, this plan is used to select elites." Cheng Xi read the recorded information on the scroll carefully, "The outstanding ones can enter the internal organization of the besieged city, but..."

She paused, and then said: "This plan is not aimed at people with supernatural powers."

"What do you mean?"

"The Elite Project started in 3030 of the Gregorian calendar and ended in 3032 of the Gregorian calendar. There is only one session from the beginning to the end." Cheng Xi moved closer, "The target is the human youth group."

"I don't know the purpose of this plan, and I don't know the process, but Gu Chengye was selected at that time. And he was the only one who passed the plan alive."

As she spoke, she suddenly laughed and lit another cigarette.

"Is there anything else besides this?"

Cheng Xi: "He was excellent during the planning period, but he failed in the end."

"Unqualified?"

"That's what's written in the records, but in 3034 after the end of the plan, Gu Chengye suddenly became a member of the supernatural organization. Guess what happened?"

Xu Zhuo pursed her lips and looked at her.

"This is also the reason why he is still called a traitor." Cheng Xi turned a page of the book, "After the plan ended, there were rumors in the outer city that he died, and not long after that, he directly appeared as an officer .”

"At that time, the chip implantation plan for all mankind in 3033, Gu Chengye, as the new chief, took the initiative to ask to be assigned to the besieged city district to take over the job of chip implantation, and appeared in front of the public."

After saying this, the room fell into silence.

Xu Zhuo glanced at her lightly: "No more?"

Cheng Xi hummed and accepted the commission.

Xu Zhuo: "What about the basic information?"

"No record."

Xu Zhuo looked at her for a few seconds, took out a pen from his pocket, and put it in front of Cheng Xi: "Check out another pen for me."

Cheng Xi's eyes fell on the pen.

She didn't read any records or books, and answered directly: "The brand that was discontinued in 3030."

Seemingly feeling Xu Zhuo's cold gaze, Cheng Xi said again: "It's not that I don't do anything with money, but this pen, someone brought a similar one two days ago."

"He was dressed in black and wrapped in a scarf, and he kept his face buried when he came in." She recalled, "At that time, he also had a pen in his hand, and the commission he gave was several times the usual commission price."

"So I checked for him, and found out that it was more than ten years ago."

After Cheng Xi finished speaking, he giggled a little madly again.She looked at Xu Zhuo, rubbed her chin and asked, "You said...is this a coincidence?"

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I came out of the black market.

Xu Zhuo did not return to the hotel in the third district of the besieged city, but went directly to his room in the second district.

Along the way, the light rain was pattering, and the subjects around him lowered their heads numbly, walked around him, and walked towards the assigned residence.

When they came to the residence, it suddenly rained heavily again.

Xu Zhuo swiped the chip and opened the door.

Rain and fog filled the window, and with the mechanical "welcome" sound from the system, he walked straight to the desk.

Cheng Xi's words were still in his ears, Xu Zhuo leaned back in his chair, his eyes fell on this pen, and he did not move for a long time.

There are still two days before he enters the proving ground again.

The siege also rained for two full days.

On the day when human beings were completely overrun by supernatural beings, it was also raining so heavily. At that time, zombies besieged the city, various natural disasters followed one after another, and human society completely fell.

Xu Zhuo remembered that he was still young at that time, as if he was taken somewhere by someone.

Then there is no impression.

However, it seemed that before being taken away by those masked men, two figures rushed over and said a few words to him.

—is it his parents?

Or relatives?

He doesn't remember anymore.

But that sentence gradually spliced ​​into a complete meaning in the subsequent day and night changes - it seemed that they were telling him to persevere, even if he went to that place, he must persevere.

……

The next test site arrived as scheduled.

This time it was the sixth district of the siege city. Compared with the second and third districts, the terrain of the sixth district was much higher. Therefore, before entering the test site, the subjects would line up to get some dry food and porridge, and then go up the mountain in groups.

Xu Zhuo followed behind them, still thinking.

The subjects in front of them almost all gobbled it up. They held the boiling hot porridge and directly ate the mustard greens.

It seems that he wants to eat more hot food before entering the testing ground.

When it was Xu Zhuo's turn, the proprietress who set up the stall glanced at him and motioned to throw the commission into the jar next to him.

Xu Zhuo threw a few coins in.

The proprietress scooped porridge from a large pot and gave him two pieces of oil cakes.

At this moment, a subject from behind suddenly spoke out and greeted the proprietress.

Xu Zhuo never paid attention to others, but this time, after he took the dry food, he heard the subject ask, "Is the boss back?"

The proprietress sighed and said no.

So the subject also sighed, and comforted him that there was no way, that if there was a problem with the chip, he would not be able to come back.

"That's not the problem." The proprietress said, and began to cry, "After he came back from the investigation room, he was recruited away the next day. I heard that there is a shortage of manpower for the supernatural beings, and there is something to build."

"But this time, I never came back..."

There are many subjects who go to the test site in the sixth area.

When Xu Zhuo followed up the mountain, there was a lot of noise around him.

As for Lin Cheng and Chen Shuang, they haven't seen each other since that day.

For some reason, looking at the human beings who entered the testing ground with him, Xu Zhuo always felt very familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

Accompanied by a clear system sound, the surroundings were plunged into darkness, leaving only the cold broadcasting sound of the machine.

[All subjects assigned. ]

[locating...]

[Congratulations on the successful positioning, entering the No. 6303 test site. ]

"Ding--"

Another beep.

[ID number 3C218, welcome to test site 6303. ]

[Setting up...]

[The dungeon collection sample input is successful, the emotional data preset is successful, and the collection program is successfully started. ]

[init value: 0]

[This initial value includes the scope of chip troubleshooting and other abnormalities. ]

[The organization thanks all human beings for their contributions and will always remember all that you have created in this moment, good luck. ]

When the last sentence fell, a scene gradually appeared in front of my eyes.

Under the blurred light, it seems to be a deep gallery, and there seem to be paintings hanging around it.

Xu Zhuo was still expressionless, as he did more than a dozen times before, he looked at the work closest to him indifferently.

——This seems to be a portrait of his size, and the range from the shoulders up is drawn into the painting.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a small voice.

Like liquid dripping, patter.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Zhuo felt that his uppers were wet, and a slight coolness penetrated.

Accompanied by the snapping sound of the switch, Xu Zhuo lowered his eyes and turned on the flashlight that came with the chip.

There was a faint yellow glow on the ground—a pool of bright red blood.

And there is no sign of drying up.

Because fresh blood is being added, dripped, and blended in.

And the source of this is...

Xu Zhuo's flashlight slowly moved up.

A fresh half corpse embedded in a picture frame was leaning over, staring at him.

The author has something to say: I am a bit confused when I write late, good night~