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Chapter 1 Unspoken Rules
In summer wearing a rented dress, standing on the balcony of the Uptown Hotel, staring at the stars.
The sky is dotted with stars, and the Milky Way stretches across, like a huge jewelry box. The balcony was windy and cold, but he felt good.
Although the situation was not much better, he finally left the dark lower city and came to the upper world, seeing the real starry sky and sunshine.
Now, he is at the Floating Gold Television, the second round of the 199th Asaijin Team Celebration.
As a felon in the city, he was expropriated from the city three months ago to participate in the killing show on Floating Gold Television.
As the biggest entertainment event in the upper town, the radio has been recruiting criminals to participate in the killing show for a long time, and has developed a large area of surrounding industries. And this kind of expropriation is the only opportunity for them, the residents of the lower city, to really see the sky.
Since the beginning, Xia Xia has been busy gobbled things into his mouth.
Now, for the first time in his life, he is finally full of cakes, cream, chocolate and candies, which makes him feel more satisfied than ever.
He secretly took some food and put it in his pocket, and also handed in a contestant's wallet, who swaggered to expose his wallet. Don't take white, don't take.
Then he looked around again to see if there was anything he could go along. Anyway, the Floating Gold Group did not lack this.
As a Big Mac company, the seventeen floating cities owned by Floating Gold are all over the sky, and the person who has gone the farthest in the summer has never left its shadow.
He still remembers the scene of his first arrival here. The moment he entered the upper world, the sunlight seemed to spill down, like a bright yellow liquid, and then covered the sky.
He was badly injured and couldn't sit still, but he still stared at him for a long time, thinking that it would be good to die here.
However, he survived smoothly. So far, as a rookie in the killing show, he has lived in Upper Town for three months in the summer and survived the first two rounds without any risk, and his performance is fairly decent.
He killed a total of four people and barely passed the test-so reluctantly because Bai Jingan thought they should stay where they are and not move. He is really annoying.
——Bai Jingan is the one drawn in this show and the summer. Although in terms of configuration, it is a tactical plan that can balance the situation, but he is a boring coward.
I haven't seen him in the summer since the banquet. This person has always looked forward to disappearing from the light, as if the bright light of the upper city was a deadly toxin.
Xia Xia was continuing to admire the stars on the rooftop, when a young red-haired young man walked up to him and said to him in a polite manner that he was working for Zhi Leng, and Zhi Leng wanted to see him.
Zhi Leng is the general plan of this year's Asaijin team competition, an industry leader. Listening to the assistant's tone, it seems that Zhi Leng has already seen that he has the potential to become a star of the Slaughter Show, and he is ready to talk to him alone to discuss his future plans for the Cotai Strip.
You know, in the upper world, the killing show stars are the real kings of the entertainment industry. They are the target of a hundred responses, not only money and bed partners, but the entire upper city will crawl under your feet. You are the god on the top of Olympus.
Summer is full of enthusiasm, and now he sees everything.
He and the young man entered the hall. Before entering, he looked back at the starry sky. It shone coldly in the distance. It was a price and authority that people in the lower city couldn't imagine.
Zhi Leng is exquisitely dressed, describing thinness, and has been undergoing a protracted weight loss program.
In this regard, he has achieved good results. Although his appearance is average, he feels good about himself. People in the fashion circle like this effect, which represents trendy and superiority.
His house is a large living room on the top floor of the hotel, with a wide rooftop and stargazing room. The living room is big enough for a fashion show or any other non-large-scale group battle game. It is said that he does entertain such entertainment from time to time.
In summer, sit on the sofa as relaxed as possible, holding a wine glass in your hand, pretending to be a member of the crowd who often come to this occasion.
He has a smile on his face, a gentle and polite smile, even though it is not the material at all. His profession in the killing show is a fighter, and now he is not even called a fighter, he is called a killer directly. Reality shows like to call him a fuss.
He is tall, with slender hands and feet. As a member of the ruthless down town, he has long been accustomed to a murderous lifestyle, and he has been an authentic danger since his youth. Because of this, he went to jail, and was recruited by the TV station, thinking that he was a good seed for killing shows.
But he is quite good at pretending to be well-behaved, just like he is good at pretending to be obedient, pretending to like, pretending to be informed and interested, this is a basic survival skill. He even has a face that can be regarded as a good baby, and when he smiles, he can completely tell the truth.
"I saw you in the monitoring program just now, and I think your image is very good." Zhi Leng said, "This year's Asaijin team competition needs heroes. You are a good choice."
He walked back and forth as he spoke, and when he spoke, he walked behind Xia Tian and put his hand on his shoulder.
"That...that's great," said Xia, "I am very grateful..."
A cold hand touched his hair, and then untied the leather strap of his hair.
His hair fell, and he didn't take the second sentence for a while.
In summer, I live in the N21 district in the lower city, where men have the habit of growing long hair. He wanted to cut it up when he came up, but a third-rate image planner told him that everyone must have their own characteristics to be noticed. This may be your place of residence, religion, ethnicity, or personality. The most important thing to do is to do this. The thing is not to be consistent with the public, so he kept it uncut.
But this thing really gets in the way when fighting, so he always pulls it up and keeps it tightly behind his head.
Zhi Leng picked up a lock of his hair and stroked it in his hand, and said, "You have won the opportunity yourself."
After being dull for five seconds, Xia finally realized what he wanted to do.
He sat still, letting the guy play with his hair, thinking to himself, he had heard of this kind of thing in reality shows, it is always unavoidable in places with authority, it's no big deal. He doesn't mind selling his body, his mother sells his body, and so is his sister. He is a criminal himself, and everyone around him thinks that he will soon become a protein feed.
Isn't it just going to bed? He can make such a sacrifice.
"I am willing to fight for it," he said, turning his head to sneer, smiling as well as possible.
Zhi Leng also smiled, seemingly satisfied with his sensibility, he put the hairband in his pocket and said, "Come with me to the bedroom."
"Of course." Summer said, "I would love it."
He stood up, a head higher than Zhi Leng. He really didn't understand what this guy liked him, but the taste of rich people was strange.
He walked into the bedroom with loose hair and Zhi Leng, feeling really awkward to be in front of others. However, if you want to go to the countryside, he told himself that the opportunity to come here is rare. Nearly a thousand people died in the first two rounds, and most of the deaths were just a whim of the planners. It's rare to be sheltered by a big man. People living in the upper city can't imagine it. He has to catch it anyway.
When walked into the bedroom, glanced at it in summer, not only noticed its amazing luxury, but also subconsciously judged where to escape, where to hide, and what can be used as a murder weapon in the same eye. In this business, occupational diseases are inevitable.
Zhi Leng raised his chin in the direction of the bed and said, "Take off your pants, kneel on the carpet, and then lie down on the bed."
Xia Xia felt himself laughing, and later his smile was described as a predator smile, or "sunshine and cold as ice" or something, they said he had a real killer smile.
He said, "Okay."
Zhi Leng began to take off his pants.
Xia Xia turned his head and looked at a golden sailboat sculpture on the table, which was the prize of a sailing competition.
Known as the upper city of the upper world, it was originally just a small anti-gravity zone. Some wealthy people lived on it, saying that it was closer to sunlight and pure air. Then it became more and more bigger and bigger, spreading like cancer in the sky. Rich people went to build houses on it until it covered the entire sky.
They lit the lights as if it were the sun, and there were countless civilians living below, unable to rise to the sky, like livestock raised in a cellar.
His parents had never seen the sky in their entire lives, so did his brothers and sisters, and those people built a huge lake in Anti-Gravity City for sailing competitions. If he hadn't seen it, he couldn't even imagine this luxury in Xiacheng.
"I want you to pretend to be scared." Zhi Leng said, "and in the process, I want to call me "master"..."
Summer picked up the sailboat, weighed it, and then hit the man's temple heavily.
Zhi Leng lost consciousness in an instant and fell down. Xia Xia knelt on him and hit his head with a sailboat.
The method of murder was thought of in an instant, but the process was too fast to remember, so that it became an intuition and impulse that crushed everything.
He almost completely smashed the man's head, his head was everywhere, and his eyeballs came out. It was really a masterpiece. There is also a special term in this killing show, called overkill.
Some people say that this is the result of excessive adrenaline during the game, and some people say it is a gimmick, but summer thinks that it is human nature. Sometimes, anger will flow in your veins, like gasoline, and you can't control it when you touch Mars.
He first left his hometown to come to Slaughter Show, simply because someone slapped his sister and said that she was a bitch and what to pretend. He walked over and pushed the man, and then the scene was very unsightly... In fact, the bastard was not wrong, but he just couldn't bear it.
He didn't know why he couldn't stand this kind of thing. Most people did it, didn't they all live well?
With a cold face, he used his bloody hands to pull out his hairband from the cold pocket, pulled up his hair, and tied it tightly.
Then he put his hand down and found himself shaking.
His hands were full of blood, soaking his cuffs, almost stained his elbows, and a corpse with no pants on his feet, his head scattered all over the floor, splashing on the expensive carpet in a mess.
He stood up, walked into the bathroom, and washed the blood off his hands.
Throughout the process, he was expressionless and calm, but now that the adrenaline had faded, he began to realize that his hands were shaking.
The body had already reacted first. Something—presumably reality—soaked him like ice water, his stomach was wrinkled and he wanted to vomit.
It was a sense of fear, and there was a feeling of being finished.
He is quite familiar.