Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

This dinner is a rare treat these days.

Zhong Xun generously put a lot of his favorite dishes in front of him, and Jiang Jian felt a warmth in his stomach.

Chen Xiqing and Bu Meng ate with their heads down, tears streaming down their faces as they ate.

From the sudden blockade of the public area of ​​the studio, to the self-sufficient survival after entering the beach, the two, who were tired of eating tasteless grilled fish, felt that they had finally had a serious meal.

The aroma of the small hot pot wafted to the front compartment, and everyone on the train gulped at the same time.

Their points are different. Most people give priority to buying the goods they just need. Among all the food, ham, bread, dry food and other ready-to-eat items have the largest exchange volume. No one like Zhong Xun has spare money to spend on On the dining table, small chafing dish, fuel, soup base and fresh vegetables.

They cast admiring glances at the last carriage, gnawing their dull supper on the scent of the air.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the whole picture of the studio center is gradually unable to be seen. Only the silver-gray building body and the clear glass reflecting the night scene can be seen.When the train turns a corner, you can only stick to the train window to look up at its high-rise.

The higher places are all hidden in the treacherous clouds, making people depress for no reason.

Jiang Jian put down her chopsticks, opened the real-time map to see her location and movement, and estimated that she would arrive at the terminal in a while.

Before turning off the screen, a system notification popped up on No. 099.

——It is only 500 meters away from the end of the task of this program. Please work hard, the final reward is waiting for you!

Everyone on the train seemed to have received the same notice. Chen Xiqing and Bu Meng beside them raised their wrists to check, but Zhong Xun didn't care. Pick outside.

I didn't see him have this kind of problem when he was in the different tune department. In front of the team members, Shen Ju had always praised him as an example. Looking back on the past, he would look at Zhong's mother at home, and he was far less arrogant than he is now.

Thinking about it, after Zhong Xun was brought here, he somewhat liberated his nature.

Jiang Jian raised the corners of her mouth, lowered her eyes, and cleaned up the unread notifications. Basically, there were only reminders about the compatibility of people, program progress, task reward collection, and reminder redemption.

He stopped his fingertips, and carefully looked at the reminder of the fit of the characters again, and found that except for the time when he first entered the show, from the time he started cooperating with Zhong Xun until the two of them recovered their memories, he almost never He was not reminded by No. 099 like before that the fit of the design was not enough, and he didn't even go to the punishment room.

However, his ranking did not go up from the beginning to the end.

Now it can display the real-time rankings of all existing guests, and almost everyone is in a state of dynamic change. Even if he doesn't have more detailed data, he still knows that there is definitely something wrong with his ranking.

No. 099 found no problems in self-examination, indicating that the authority of the person who restricted his ranking should be higher than that of ordinary field records.According to the original design of the program system by Gu Ren and Tang Yin, it could only be set up by the scene coordinator or a higher-level person.

Could it be Jiang Fan?

What good would it do him to control his rank?

And last night...

When Jiang Jian fell into thinking, everything around him seemed to be blurred.

He stared at the bubbling bubbles in the small hot pot, but his eyes didn't focus on one point, and he didn't even notice when the table was removed.

"I'm getting off the car." Zhong Xun waved his five fingers in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he pinched Jiang Jian's face with his backhand, "It's rare to see you look so serious. You used to be calm no matter what. of."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and pecked his lips lightly.

I don't know if he secretly exchanged mouthwash or candy, the fragrance of mint poured into Jiang Jian's mind along with his lips and teeth, and his consciousness was instantly clear.

"It's nothing." Jiang Jian kissed him back.

After the kiss was over, he gently lifted the necklace on Zhong Xun's chest with his fingertips: "I installed a mini intercom here, which is connected to my wristband device. Short press three times to turn it on, and long press to turn it off. Just in case After getting in the car, Jiang Fan wanted to force us to leave, as long as the recording system is still there, we can still get in touch."

"boom--"

The road in the distance suddenly collapsed, and the guests who had trekked to the front of the hospital building scattered in disarray.

Standing by the window, Wensidei watched the dusk and the endless darkness go hand in hand, devouring one piece of land after another, with a dignified expression.On the real-time map, the hospital is about to become the boundary of the remaining land, which is self-evident.

Doomsday in general.

In addition to guests, zombies also have a desire to survive.

In order to escape from the gradually disappearing land, they didn't even bother to bite the guests, and ran forward frantically, for fear that the abyss that would collapse and fall behind them would take them away.

She withdrew her gaze and glanced at the hospital bed beside her.

Song Zhihui lay there quietly, pale and not breathing,

When she arrived, the stinky brat had already used a knife to gouged out the piece of flesh on his shoulder and chest that was bitten by the zombies, and he was paralyzed in a pool of blood and lost consciousness.And her half-baked medical skills were given priority, even though she safely carried him into the operating room, she couldn't save him.

"Would you like a cigarette?" Someone came in from outside the ward pushing a wheelchair, with an old face.

Wensidei turned around, shook her head and said, "No smoking, thank you Mr. Qin."

She tossed about for almost a day, and when she came out of the operating room with bloody hands, she happened to see the old man crawling on the ground, hunched forward, and found a wheelchair to put him on it.

"You know that he is hopeless, why bother?"

"Even so, I don't want to see his body lying there."

"There's a morgue in the hospital."

"..."

Wen Sidai didn't want to get angry with an old man, she said coldly: "This world should not be our home."

Having said that, she exchanged tools and helped Song Zhihui take care of it.

Qin Han looked at her suddenly sunken side face, feeling strangely familiar. He stared at Wensidei silently for a while, and asked, "Do you look like your father or your mother?"

There was a hint of sadness in Wensidei's eyes, she concentrated on wiping off the blood and pus on Song Zhihui's face, and said casually: "It doesn't look like anyone else."

"Not your own?"

She threw the towel, took out the comb, and combed it carefully: "It's my own, but because I don't look like them, I have done a special test. They said that I may have inherited someone from my mother, but she She was abandoned, and the people in the orphanage don't know who her parents are. It happened decades ago, so it's hard to check, and there's no need to check."

Qin Han's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help leaning forward: "I think, I should know."

Winsted paused for a moment and looked at him suspiciously.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Elder Qin complaining in a low voice: "If only you and not Jiang Jian were the one who came to the Starry Sky Corridor at that time, maybe I can find a way to take you to see him."

"What do you mean? What starry sky corridor, who are you?"

Qin Han coughed twice, and sat upright: "Weren't you all together at that time? When you were investigating Tang Huang in the piano room."

Wensidei's eyes widened, and in a blink of an eye, a person surnamed Qin appeared in his mind.

"You said, are you Qin Han? The one from Yunhan Technology? The Qin Han who developed the Fanyin system because of his unruly thoughts on Tangtang?!"

"...Yes, it's me."

"Why are you a bad old man?! Do you think the law can't punish you?"

"If it wasn't because your grandfather blew up all the sub-worlds, I would still be young and happy in the gap right now!"

As he spoke, Qin Han blew his beard and stared, and hummed twice.

His back became more and more bent, and the folds of his skin piled up layer by layer, aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wensidei watched his eyelids droop gradually, and her long eyebrows were frowned: "What do you mean?"

"The ones that were overdrawn in the past have to be replaced now." The cynicism in Qin Han's eyes has not changed since he was young, and he said briskly, "Of course, if you are willing to help me take care of my appearance after death, I will take care of my appearance." I'll tell you what I know, how about it?"

The night fell completely, and the sky was no longer boundless.

In this shrinking world, people can see the broken night sky when they look up, and there is a frightening darkness beyond the border.

Everyone got off the train and stood on the silver-gray platform, with fluorescent lights flowing on the edges of the bricks.

They raised their heads and looked at the towering building in front of them.

This was the first time they looked up at the silver-gray building from the outside.

The studio center right in front of us gave people a very oppressive feeling, and there were almost no lights inside, because all the guests were outside, struggling on the edge of life and death.And this spacious platform extending outward from around the twentieth floor is the platform of the terminal.

"The first one to arrive at the studio can get the reward." Someone muttered, "The problem is that we all got off the bus, so how can we count as the first one to arrive?"

"Someone didn't come by car!"

"Yes, look, there are still people driving here!"

"The first to arrive means, does it mean that you want to enter the building?"

Everyone ran to the front of the building in unison, like a herd of beasts running away, towards the end of the platform and the place where the studio center is connected.

There are no guardrails on the platform, and the violent squeezing makes people on the edge tremble, for fear that they will fall if they are not paying attention.

The people running in the front rushed forward excitedly when they saw the double iron gates on the outer wall of the studio.

The information was updated amidst the noise. People were jostling and crowding on the platform, and the sound of trampling was deafening. Suddenly, there was a scream. Someone lost his footing and fell straight from the height of the twenty-story building.

Just as Zhong Xun and Jiang Jian took a step out of the train door, they saw such a crazy scene.The blood slowly turned cold, as if they were about to step into an inhuman zoo.

Bu Meng hugged Chen Xiqing's arm and stood still. They were the last group to come down. She was about to shake a hexagram in her hand when she was hit by the flow of people. Roll off the platform.

"Ah." She turned around and stretched out her hand in the direction of the copper coin rolling away, and took it empty.

When he straightened up, the train behind him circled forward along the track and disappeared from sight without a sound, as if it had never appeared before.

"...Not good."

The thronging crowd is difficult to control, the people in front are scrambling to be the first to rush to the door, and the people behind are red-eyed and drag the people in front away. At this moment, they forget the persona, forget the original self, Competing for the first place in the show in the most primitive and worst way.

As soon as someone was pushed down, there was a screeching sound of brakes in the air.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy impact.

Roaring, howling, terrified... Rao was full of energy like Zhong Xun, and his voice was like raindrops disappearing in the sea, so insignificant amidst the noise.

"I'll go..." Hao Gang's bald head made a big circle in the crowd, and staggered into Jiang Jian's body.

Facing a pair of cold eyes.

Hao Gang blinked and said with a sneer, "This man is evil by nature."

His smile was not as flattering as before, but Jiang Jian felt a little disgusted when Chen Xiqing said that he went around in the front car to smear him and Zhong Xun with others.

Do not touch me.

Want to...retch.

With his scalp numb, he subconsciously wanted to push Hao Gang away, but he was also worried that his force would affect the people next to him and push the unrelated people to the edge of danger. He moved his fingertips, reached into the backpack, and took it off. □, and shot out the last few bullets in the air with a wave of his hand.

Boom!

Boom!

dong dong!

The bullet pierced the air and exploded above the crowd.

As if the magic of time stillness, the movements of the people present stopped for a moment at the same time, and some people trembled, wanting to crouch on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Looking back through the sound, everyone saw Jiang Jian's slender arms raised high, and his pupils trembled slightly.

Thinking of what Hao Gang said to them in the car, everyone took a step back in unison.

"The mastermind behind the show is indeed..."

Before the word "you" was uttered, the man was swept away by Jiang Jian's cold eyes and fell silent for an instant.

Jiang Jian lowered his arms, and the loose shirt sleeves fell down. His chin was slightly raised, facing forward; "Let's see what happened to the person in the front. Is it useful to squeeze here?"

Everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction of the studio center. The person who touched the door at the front had passed out on the ground. It seemed that half of his arm was paralyzed and passed out on the ground. There were countless footprints on his body.

"Do you want to continue watching the show?" Jiang Jian looked up at the top of the studio center, and then said to the quiet crowd, "Do you think it's interesting to watch us kill each other?"

Listening to his voice, the crowd rustled, some people firmly slandered him, while others were wavering.

Several guests who had just been supported by Jiang Jian and avoided the tragedy of falling to death echoed him in a low voice.

"Crack-knock-"

There was a sound above his head, and Jiang Jian raised his head suddenly, only to see that the windows and walls on the higher floors began to crack, and broken masonry and glass fell down one after another.

Zhong Xun immediately embraced him, his slender finger bones covering Jiang Jian's head.

People were afraid of being hit by objects falling at high speed, so they exchanged for the things in the inventory that could be shielded, and tried their best to block themselves under the strong objects.

The high-frequency materialization proceeded at the same time, Zhong Xun's heart twitched, his temple seemed to be torn apart, and Jiang Jian's hand was released, and Jiang Jian nervously supported him with his backhand.

The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and two thick and emerald green vines grew out of the crack. The vines climbed down in a winding way, swept at the door, and pushed back the people who were crowded at the door.

The indistinguishable sound of the scene sounded in the air: "With the studio center as the center, the guests within a radius of 300 meters, the following is the last competition related to whether everyone can enter the studio smoothly. Please check your system through the wristband Notification, open the latest one."

In the latest system notification, there is a vote.

"On the day that just passed, many guests unfortunately died, and many guests came here alive. Congratulations!"

The tone of the record was impassioned, but the nervous and vigilant guests had no intention of responding to him.

"However!" It changed the subject, "Among all the people present, there is only one person who is not a real guest. Now you have 10 minutes to think and vote, and the voting will end after 10 minutes. The one with the correct result and the fastest speed That one can arrive at the studio center as No.1 and meet with the person in charge of the program group."

Jiang Jian's eyes moved, and she quickly browsed the voting interface. It has screened out all the guests who fit the scope for them. One person, one vote, just click on the person's name.

"Please note that ①The number of votes is only once and cannot be changed; ②No discussion within or outside the team is allowed, and the consequences of being caught by the patrol are serious. Everyone hurry up and vote, and take this vote seriously. After the 10-minute countdown ends, Guests who abstain from voting or vote incorrectly will face cruel punishment. Now, the countdown begins!"

Everyone looked at each other.

After traveling through mountains and rivers, everyone has the most basic concept of the so-called cruel punishment.Doing multiple-choice questions in life and death, death is punishment, so no one is willing to take the risk of voting first, but communicated with teammates in a low voice.

Chen Xiqing folded her arms and glanced at the people around her with a very unfriendly expression.

To be honest, she didn't look familiar with many people, and she couldn't even name them.

Bu Meng rubbed his head in distress, and even plucked out some hairs: "This, this, this... Werewolf killing!?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhong Xun voted decisively for himself.

When he remained in the No.1 position, he also possessed other identities—the other half of the host of the tree, and possessed some of the host's powers: such as the ability to travel between the subworld and the dilapidated β world in front of him.

After he made his choice, he tapped the Morse code on his arm.

Jiang Jian looked away, looked down at the screen, and was surprised to find that the number of votes was public!

After Zhong Xun's option, there was an extra number "1".And after that, someone soon followed suit and voted for him, and Zhong Xun's votes rose to 12 in an instant.

And more people are quietly looking at him.

They have all heard Hao Gang's words on the train, and after recovering their memories, most of them have an impression of the man in the gray coat who brought them to this world.The change in temperament may be normal. After all, it has been so long, maybe I remembered it wrong at the beginning?

Jiang Jian quickly overtook Zhong Xun in the number of votes.

The more people voted for Jiang Jian together, the more convinced they were of the choice they made by that face similar to Jiang Fan.

There are also a few people who have internal strife.

How do they think their teammates are not pleasing to the eye, and with the stacking of other people's votes, they also start to wonder if their teammates were dropped when they separated from them halfway?

Suspicion, suspicion, drifting with the tide... The atmosphere on the quiet platform is eerie.

Jiang Jian has not cast her vote for a long time.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and in the last ten seconds, his eyes were still looking around the field, and finally fell on a light in the distance.

The light dazzled him slightly.

"Five, four, three, two, one, the voting is over!"

At the last second, Jiang Jian cast her vote.

He turned his head to look at Zhong Xun, the corners of his eyes drooped, and his voice was faint: "Sorry, I didn't vote for you."

Zhong Xun narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's not because Jiang Jian doesn't trust him, but because... He trusts Jiang Jian more than himself. If Jiang Jian has his own answer, it means that some strange people who are not among the guests have been mixed in along the road. people.

At the end of the countdown, the voice of the field reporter sounded again: "The voting system is closed. You must have seen it just now. Almost all of your votes are concentrated on the two guests behind."

A beam of chasing light was shot down from the studio center, illuminating Zhong Xun and Jiang Jian.

"I also think that it is Zhong Xun who has always maintained the first place. There must be an inside story."

"Jiang Jian, he is exactly the same as that person, although I haven't asked that person's name."

"I'm sure there must be one of these two. They have such a good relationship, maybe who hugged the thigh of the program crew."

"..."

The field record said: "Everyone be quiet, I will announce the results next. Unfortunately, the two candidates with the highest number of votes are not the correct answer. That is to say, most of you here will be punished."

The vines in the air whipped down like a whip, and countless tiny vines sprouted from the end, entangled the wrong person, rolled them up and brought them into the air.

The accident came suddenly, and everyone didn't respond at all, screaming and shouting.

Even Zhong Xun, who cast himself, was carried up by the vines.

He widened his eyes and tried to get the dagger out of his pocket.However, the more they struggled, the tighter the vines tightened, and immediately after, thorns grew on the vines, which were twice as thick as the arms, which prevented the guests from moving.

Some people were so frightened that tears and nose came out, and some people hung in the air and shouted hoarse.

There were only two people left on the platform that was originally crowded with people.

Jiang Jian glanced at Hao Gang lightly, and the door leading to the studio not far away suddenly opened.

Jiang Jian stepped towards the studio center, and Hao Gang ran behind him to catch up: "I haven't said which of us is the fastest, when did you vote, let's wait for the announcement of the show."

Hao Gang put his hand on Jiang Jian's wrist, trying to pull him down.

Jiang Jian grabbed his wrist with his backhand, took a step back, and threw him directly over his shoulder to the ground.

Hao Gang's eyes widened.

I saw Jiang Jian condescendingly saying: "Jiang Fan, stop pretending. "

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