I am a model criminal in the infinite labor reform [Infinite]

In the remaining two days, whether it is fast or slow, there seems to be nothing else to do except playing mahjong and discussing this unknown situation.

A few people in Shicheng discovered that Fu Yu'an said before that playing mahjong is awesome, but it can only be viewed from a certain angle.

This person's skill in card counting is really good, but his luck is also really bad.

Several people took turns to observe once or twice, and found that according to this person's cards, if he played in a proper manner, he would really have nothing left to lose.

If he wasn't lucky enough, he could only do his best to count the cards and come up with old tricks. Fu Yu'an could sweat all over playing mahjong once, which is really pitiful.

And when he met Shi Cheng, a man who had extremely high requirements for three meals a day, it was enough for others to make one meal for three days, but they had to do it three times a day, not to mention them, Ma Jian was almost driven crazy.

The number of other prisoners in the prison has gradually increased, and everyone's mental state is not very good. Every time they see a few people in Shicheng who look like they are visiting their own restaurant, their eyes look like hell.

"They must be very envious of us." Luo Wenjiu held these gazes for a long time, and came to this conclusion firmly.

"Maybe it's not necessarily pity for us." Suoy ruthlessly pierced his thoughts, "These people must think we are crazy."

"It doesn't matter to us, every time we go, we just goof around." Yun Tan's eyes drifted vaguely towards a certain man, "I just have to pity on that man."

Luo Wenjiu and Suoy nodded in agreement.

The very poor one is lying on the clean and tidy bed like a puddle of mud at the moment.

Shi Cheng was standing next to him, elegantly sipping the rare char siew buns he liked.

This is the last day of the three-day period, and the meal in hand is also the last meal.

Thinking of the mission that will start again tomorrow, Fu Yu'an actually felt a little bit of anticipation.

He finally ended his troublesome days of card counting every day!

Having been squeezed out during this period of time, he doesn't want to cheat again in his life.

If you don't lose, you will die. Whoever loves to play this rubbish mahjong can play it!

And that surname was particularly difficult to take care of, he didn't want to skip three meals a day, and his mouth was very tricky, and I don't know what life he had in the past to raise him like this.

After these nine meals, it can be regarded as the last time I found a steamed stuffed bun that I could barely eat. It's really not easy.

Fu Yuan lay on the bed and gave him a thumbs up: "I finally know the reason why you have been single for more than 100 years."

Shi Chengshou paused slightly, and glanced at him after swallowing the last bite of char siew buns: "If you want to say that I am difficult to serve, you can say it directly, you don't need to be so reserved."

Fu Yu'an was very rude: "Well, you are really difficult to serve."

Shi Cheng was very polite: "You don't give in too much."

Fu Yu'an: "What's wrong with me?"

"Seafood, animal offal, most green vegetables, and those with high vitamin content are all forbidden. Do you think you are easy to feed?" Shi Cheng smiled slightly, "You are really a miracle."

The implication: it is not easy to be so picky and still survive till now.

Fu Yu'an was used to being stabbed by him, and he was able to successfully treat this kind of cynicism as a compliment.

He looked shamelessly at the three people who were watching the show beside him: "It's almost time, everyone should try to live until the next meeting."

Three people: "..."

I thank you!

Good words, but why do they sound so weird?

After all, Yun Tan is a girl, she has more thoughts, she vaguely knows something is wrong with this sentence, but she dare not say it.

You can't make it known to the public that when Boss Fu was beaten, Yin and Yang didn't dare to retaliate, so he had to come to Yin and Yang to vent their anger, right?

Shi Cheng glanced at them, then looked up at the floating alarm clock that had appeared an hour ago.

A countdown is displayed on it.

There is still 1 minute and 41 seconds left.

Because the system told them in advance that the assigned tasks were random, no one knew whether they would see each other in the next round.

Shi Cheng repeatedly tapped his left wrist bone, which was obviously protruding because of his thinness, and the slight clicking sound was like a countdown mechanical clock.

In the silence, Suoy suddenly said: "Did you hear any sound?"

Shi Cheng suddenly stopped tapping, and his hands did not move: "What?"

Suoy touched his earlobe, and the rattling sound he heard just now could no longer be heard.

He shook his head: "Maybe I heard wrong."

Shi Cheng let out an "um" and calmed down.

He thought, these people played mahjong with Fu Yu'an these days, but it was really inappropriate to eat and drink by themselves every day.

Although Fu Yuan did all the mental work, it was obvious that these people had hard work and no credit.

So he finally touched his wrist, and suddenly said: "After entering the copy, first look for the display screen."

The people in Yuntan were taken aback for a moment, and in the next second they straightened their expressions and listened carefully.

Shicheng spoke very fast: "When you find the display screen, you must keep the screen turned on, and don't turn it off. I don't know what your score was in the last game, but if there is no Chen Shou who lost and Zhou Zhou who died in the dungeon Ying, your scores must be at the bottom to the extent that you will be thrown into a punishment dungeon."

After finishing speaking, the faces of the three of them were a little ugly.

Fear and joy welled up in their hearts, and they understood the meaning of this passage.

The display screen is for scoring and cannot be turned off. If it is turned off, the score will not be recorded.

"If conditions permit, don't let yourself die in the dungeon, but if the situation is unavoidable, then take the initiative to sacrifice when you can get the most points." Shicheng said, "Be sure to distinguish between being killed and taking the initiative. The difference of death."

The amount of information in this sentence is a bit large, and they couldn't fully absorb it immediately.

But there is no time.

Just after the last word of Shicheng fell, the surrounding environment began to blur, and consciousness gradually became lax.

Shicheng lasted a little longer, this time he deliberately made himself sober, and tried his best to observe the changes around him.

It's a pity that I didn't find anything useful. Where I can see, there are only chaotic distortions.

But what can be heard is still very clear.

He heard Fu's low voice ringing in his ears: "I don't know if someone still remembers the knife you borrowed from me?"

Time City: "..."

Oh, lost to the system.

He tried his best to focus his pupils, and gave the man a look without guilt.

Fu Yu'an probably guessed that Xiao Dao would come back, tilted his head, and looked at him playfully.

At the last moment when Shicheng disappeared, he said, "little liar."

Shi Cheng thought, this person probably doesn't want a head anymore.

but……

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always felt that at a certain moment just now, this person's expression...was a bit regretful.

There was no time to think about it, and the thoughts were quickly eroded by chaos.

It was different from the quietness and darkness of waking up last time. When Shicheng opened his eyes again, before Shi Cheng had time to react, he heard a loud "Kill!" resounding through the sky.

"Kill them!"

"Don't let one go!"

"Let their corpses make amends!"

"..."

Under the white sky at dawn, the sound of chaotic footsteps and screams intertwined in my ears.

When Shi Cheng turned his head, he saw a wild man slashing at his head with a knife.

"..."

Under the horrified gaze of the man holding the machete, he calmly avoided it, and then stretched out his hand...

Grab the opponent's knife.

Before the man with the knife could react, his head was cut off under Shi Cheng's calm gaze.

Shi Cheng looked at the head that fell to the ground, frowned and wiped away the blood splattered at the end of his eyes.

But he didn't have time to observe the surrounding situation anymore, because there wasn't enough time left for him to breathe.

The next person with a knife has already rushed up.

"go to hell!"

This copy is a multiplayer copy.

While beheading people, Shicheng glanced around—there were about fifty or sixty people on his side.

Nearly ten people died at the beginning because they didn't react quickly enough.

The screaming became more and more intense, and more and more people entered the state.

They quickly found their weapons and fought with a group of savages in tattered furs in front of them.

There are too many people in this group, at least one or two hundred, and their strength is not small. Even if they are usually one-up, it will be very strenuous.

But the combat effectiveness of the prisoners in Pavesh certainly cannot be calculated by ordinary methods.

Although the fight was very strenuous, it took a long time to kill with red eyes, and he also finished killing the last one.

A "plop" sounded, announcing the end of this fight.

There were blood and corpses all over the ground, not only those of the savages, but also those of "our own people".

There are 47 people left.

Shicheng dropped the machete and quickly counted the remaining people.

Suoyi Yuntan was not there, nor was Fu Yu'an.

But Luo Wenjiu is here.

The author has something to say:

Irrelevant to the text and not responsible for the small theater:

Fu Yu'an: He threw my knife, did he not see me outside? OvO

Shi Cheng: Please put away your messy associative ability ==

Thanks for the support!The number of words will increase at the beginning of the next chapter~ I love you all!

Volume 3 Killing Lilia