White Lotus and White Moonlight

Again.

Behind him began to disintegrate, Zhao Hanhan cursed secretly, pulled up Shen Yunshu and began to run into this dangerous corridor.

Almost as soon as they stepped into the corridor, countless sharp arrows were shot from invisible places.

She didn't have much physical strength, and she slowed down unconsciously without running long.

Shen Yunshu noticed her strangeness, and the two did not say a word, Zhao Hanhan straddled her waist and hugged her neck with one hand.

Shen Yunshu supported the people in front of him and ran forward without any scruples. Zhao Hanlian held the pan, resisting the sharp arrows that were constantly shooting at them.

The sound of Ding Ding Dong Dong is endless.

Suddenly, a faint light of fire lit up from the wall.

In the beginning, Zhao Hanhan didn't take this light to her heart. She didn't use her eyes to judge the direction of the sharp arrow, but relied on her ears and spiritual consciousness. If the light source had no effect on her.

But she saw the wall illuminated by the fire.

It is a mural.

"Bump to the right!"

Shen Yunshu heard Zhao Hanhan's voice, he didn't doubt that he was there, and he ran into the wall on the right with his shoulder without hesitation. At the same time, he did not forget to adjust Zhao Hanhan's posture so as not to injure her.

Click—

With the sound of something breaking, countless light shot in from outside, Zhao Hanhan and Shen Yunshu both fell out at the same time, they closed their eyes to prevent dust from falling into their eyes.

The hard ground was covered with rough yellow sand. At the moment when Zhao Hanhan's arms fell, his skin was cut, and large patches of red ooze out from under his fair skin.

But this is nothing.

The dust gradually fell, Zhao Hanhan pulled Shen Yunshu a hand, and the two looked at the surrounding environment.

"Where is this?" Shen Yunshu asked.

Zhao Hanhan frowned, "I don't know."

Their sudden appearance attracted the attention of many people, and gradually people surrounded them.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

…

The audience was in an uproar.

Because the two players on the big screen suddenly disappeared after breaking through a wall.

"Where are they going?"

"what happened?"

"What just happened? Why did the 11th let the 7th hit that wall? What's on that wall?"

The host of the survival game pressed the receiver next to his ear, and his eyes flashed with astonishment, but he quickly adjusted, cleared his throat, raised the microphone, and skillfully calmed the audience.

"Don't worry, this is just a small design of the game, in order to make the game more interesting."

"Please stay safe and restless, the 11th and 7th will bring you new surprises soon."

Hearing what he said, the audience sat down suspiciously. They watched survival games for fun, but they didn't have the determination and perseverance to find the truth.

It's just that the game is here, except for the 11th and the 7th, there is really nothing good to watch.

No. 68 had just cracked the mechanism on the mural before entering the tunnel. He had not encountered the first enemy, let alone No. 27. He had not entered the palace before dark, and was bitten by a poisonous scorpion on the road for several times before running. Go in, now it looks like it's dying...

At the same time, an inaudible gunshot suddenly sounded in Green's home.

Mr. Green, who sat face to face with Mrs. Green at both ends of a long table, suddenly jumped forward and fell into the soup bowl in front of him. He took the food in his hand and walked to Mrs. Green.

"Madam, your food."

Mrs. Green brushed and stood up, her fingers holding the gun trembling uncontrollably. She looked at the dead husband in front of her and took a few breaths. She seemed to feel very cold. She said to the servant: "Take my coat. come over."

As soon as the coat was put on her, the landline phone in the living room rang.

Mrs. Green picked up the phone and spoke quickly to the other end: "Hey, I've done what you said—"

There was a slight tremor in her voice, and her white-gloved hand was holding a gun. It seemed that in the next second, she would accidentally press the trigger and fire the next bullet again.

But before she finished speaking, the servant who stepped aside suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the microphone that fell on the ground.

Just now, she watched her master, Mrs. Green, disappear in front of her.

It's like magic.

Bang—

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, lady, please calm down."

Facing the pink pistol in Mrs. Green's hand, the tall bald man raised his hands and said to her kindly.

He looks about 30 or 40 years old, his skin is dark, and it is easy to make people feel good when he laughs.

Mrs. Green squeezed the gun in her hand, "Who are you?"

The man chuckles: "A person who helps you."

…

After a while, Mrs. Green sat down peacefully.

"You mean, all of us...all are just in one game, there are no first-class citizens, second-class citizens or even slaves, we..." When she said this, she bit her lip and said it, "all just Player?"

But immediately, her voice became sharp and sharp: "How is it possible?! Did you escape from a mental hospital? How come you have such an exaggerated idea?!"

The bald man looked at her with a smile, and didn't seem to be surprised by her excitement at all.

After Mrs. Green finished speaking, he said, "Isn't what happened just now enough to prove my statement?"

He shrugged, "Except for games, under what circumstances do you think we can transport you from one place to another, just through a phone?"

Mrs. Green did not speak, her eyes flickered, and she could see that she was thinking.

After a while, the woman who killed her husband with her own hands sat upright, her expression becoming serious and arrogant, "All, I want to know everything."

…

"In the real world we live in, the ecological environment continues to collapse due to human destruction. Finally, hundreds of years ago, our ancestors could only live and multiply in artificially made ecological circles."

"The number of human beings carried by the ecosystem is limited, but we cannot kill all our compatriots like we control insect and ant diseases, so someone came up with a way—"

Mrs. Green's face kept turning pale in front of the shocking news, but she quickly calmed down and began to ask: "Isn't it good to let everyone live in the virtual warehouse? It can improve everyone's mental stress. , It can also alleviate the pressure on the ecosystem."

"Of course there is no problem with the virtual warehouse, but there is a problem with the person who controls the virtual warehouse," Guantou said: "Have you ever seen someone who plays a game and forgets who you are? We are such people."

"The game you and I are in is called a first-class citizen. As the name suggests, everyone who enters the game will automatically become a first-class citizen in this world. The number of participants in this game is as high as 100 million, but the number of first-class citizens can be one million?"

of course not.

Don't say one million, a true first-class citizen may not even have one hundred thousand.

In cities, there are more citizens who are lower than first-class citizens. The lower the level, the greater the number.

"When promoting this game, the organizer said it would let us experience the life of a human being, but what about the facts? After entering the game, we will lose our previous memories, be implanted with a false memory, and live in this world , Subtly washed away the real memory, when the nutrient solution in the game compartment is exhausted, we in the game will be downgraded and become second-class, third-class or even lower-level citizens. Outside the game, our bodies will be filled. Go into a machine called a farm and become the top fertilizer..."

Mrs. Green stared at him: "How can you guarantee that what you said is true?"

The man shrugged, "I can't guarantee it, I know it's hard to believe unless you see it with your own eyes, isn't it?"

"Then why do you want me to kill my husband? Why can you send me directly to this place over the phone? My daughter..." She took a deep breath, "Why did she die again."

At this time, the expression of the bald man became serious.

"Let me answer your last question first. Your daughter will die because she is the awakened, that is to say, she is aware of the fact that she is in a game, but she has not had time to tell others. Killed deliberately by the game."

Mrs. Green asked nervously, "Will she wake up outside the game?"

Even knowing that the memory is false, but the love for her daughter is real.

The bald man shook his head, "No, if you die in the game without the correct exit method, you are really dead."

Mrs. Green slumped down on the chair.

"As for why you want to kill your husband, it has to do with our plan and your husband's identity..."

…

"We haven't been to outsiders for a long time." The old man trembling his hands, brought up a plate. There were two things like bread on the plate, but they looked very hard. Zhao Hanhan smiled politely. , Picked up one, tried to tear off a piece, felt like peeling the skin of a stone, put it in his mouth, and felt more like eating yellow sand outside.

Relying on the Nirvana fire, she had no scruples, and the food turned into nothingness as soon as it reached her throat.

But the energy inside was intercepted by her.

At her signal, Shen Yunshu did not eat anything, but took the initiative to talk to the old man, "Excuse me, old man, can you tell me where this is? Me and my sister—"

The old man made a booing gesture.

"You don't need to tell me where you came from, I know why you came from."

"You are here for the truth."

Zhao Hanhan and Shen Yunshu looked at each other, not knowing what she was talking about.

However, Zhao Hanlian was quick to respond. Before he was discerned, he asked, "Then, can you tell us what the truth is?"

She originally thought that the old man who took the initiative to bring up this topic should agree directly, but she didn't expect the old man to shook his head.

"Do not."

She laughed, "But I can take you to see."