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Chapter 52 Sacrifice
Yakovsky was watching the summer's follow-up interview, and the next plan was screaming with joy and ran to show him.
Since they have woken up halfway through the summer of treatment inhumanely, of course, they can't just ask about social hot spots. "Survivors of the Massacre in Area N" is the highlight, and the entire floating city entertainment circle is waiting with bated breath for Summer's answer.
That is now the trump card topic in the upper city entertainment circle. Holocaust survivor, what a heavyweight identity is this, it almost brought the entire Holocaust entertainment industry and its fans around him, waiting for the hero who returned from hell to speak.
In the summer in a wheelchair.
Although it is more comfortable to find a sofa, what they want is this weak effect to ensure clues and connection.
The light is not bright but pure, and outlines the lines of his facial features, like steep shadows cast by snow-covered peaks all year round.
He watched the video of the massacre in Area N with no expression on his face. Yakovsky rarely saw him like this. He completely hid himself. In a certain angle, he has the same ability as Bai Jingan.
His old pain was shown in a holographic way without blind spots, and a group of people stared at him and asked him to speak.
Finally he said: "It's me."
"You made her by yourself." The host said.
"She wouldn't like to be like that." Xia Da said.
"It's hard to imagine how you felt at that time..." the other party said, the official host of the "High-end Vision" of the memorial show.
Summer did not speak, and looked at him coldly.
The host shifted his gaze, even if he was not a newcomer, he would still be nervous under the brilliance of such a star. He added: "Now, many people are very curious, how did you leave the Holocaust Encapsulation Network?"
"I made a high-authority terminal for the local chief executive and hacked it in."
"You hacked the packaging net?"
"If it's not dark, I will die there."
"I mean, all the local administrative staff have been evacuated, how could you find..."
"He didn't make it," Xia Da said, smiling at him.
The other party tensed up, it was really a handsome smile, like a flirting at a banquet.
But Yakovsky didn't feel that way at all, he unconsciously moved the chair back half an inch. He sometimes thinks that summer is pitiful, but sometimes he is really...very scary.
At this time, he was very happy that he was not a reporter, and he didn't have to face the horrible stars in Uptown.
On the main screen, the host actually blushed, and he whispered: "You hacked the packaging network, but you, you did not concurrently serve as network logistics on the registration."
"I'm not a qualified network logistics," Xia said. "I can't bear to wait. I have to put the knife in those guys' heads by myself."
This is the end of the interview. The latest hot statistics are floating on Yakovsky's auxiliary screen. Fans in the upper city began to frantically discuss whether the summer was a resistance army and what happened in the packaging area of the N massacre.
Although...really, he is only thirteen years old, what can he do, Yakovsky thought, and he was repairing the car in the N19 area.
But it's hard to say, it was summer, and God knows how much he can toss.
Behind is a short interview. The planner finds it very interesting and is ready to release it.
After the interview, Xia Xia spoke to Bai Jingan in the corner. Xia reached out to touch her hair and hooked off a small pink leather ring.
Bai Jingan said in embarrassment, "I borrowed it temporarily from the assistant makeup artist."
Xia Xia said: "I think it's pink."
He went to tie his hair again, but his hands and feet were uncomfortable, Bai Jingan took the apron to help him, and the assistant intimately handed a black one over.
The editor also intimately matched a shot of helping Didi tie his hair in the summer, which is exactly the same.
It's really cute, Yakovsky thought. They put on these professional murderers in dresses, taught them how to be gentle, sell cute and joke, adjust the atmosphere of the interview, and even make people happy. They love the warmth and handsomeness of these people, and the burning human part of them, Yakovsky knows this well.
But occasionally, with their eyes and movements, you will suddenly feel that kind of shudder as if the blade is swept across your neck.
That is the truth.
The commemorative show was over, and Yakovsky returned to the huge office of the team competition to review the large amount of media information sent.
He was very happy that the ending of the brain-dead show failed. It was simply gloating. There was simply a problem with the brains of the Qi Shang Shang.
The successor of the God of War he finally created is to stand on the throne of the peak of reality show, and he used it to play this set for a pervert...
He sighed, forget it, that's it for Shangcheng. Everyone only wants short-term benefits, not long-term development at all. If you see something good, you must squeeze the benefits.
He is also used to them. In their work, there are countless fresh death processes that they deal with every day. This kind of experience will always distort your temperament in some way.
He turned his head and went to watch a clip of a fan next to him. He has played this video in a loop twenty times and is still playing it. It really helps to mediate the mood.
It was a private clip between Xia Xia and Bai Jingan's fans. It started with the boss of the torture room egg-he doesn't remember his name-and said to Xia Xia: "I always wanted to see you out of control."
Of course what he said was not what he was like when he killed people, but...then it was lively.
This is a fast-cutting slaughter, extremely violent, and enthusiastic, like an unstoppable God of War, constantly destroying everything in front of him.
But in the second half, the rhythm became sad. The endless battle was over. Xia Tian and Bai Jingan were sitting in a temporary hiding prison. Exhausted, Xia Xia slowly fell asleep on Bai Jingan's shoulders. The picture is warm and sad.
As soon as this video appeared, it went viral among fans, and it was also broadcast several times on the official channel of the Floating Killing Show, and derivative variants began to appear, which can be described as popular in the floating city.
The TV station wants to find a producer and offer a job. This person is definitely a talent.
Yakovsky knew who did it at first glance at the editing. Personal characteristics are too obvious, even if she tries to hide. They are too familiar.
With this, she can get a big red envelope, he thought to himself, but she didn't mention a word and probably didn't want people to know. So he never talked about it. Those people can't find her.
She probably just wants to be a fan again and find some of the fun she once had. She did this kind of thing for fun, but now it has become her nightmare.
Maybe she wanted to thank these two people for allowing her to end the Holocaust Memorial Show in this way.
He himself wanted to do something to thank them.
He liked the last scene of desperate violence and murder, it was like a strong light piercing the darkness.
He glanced at Tian Xiaoluo who was humming a song not far away to make video editing, and found that he no longer remembered when she was humming a song to work last time.
Floating Gold Television’s Holocaust commemorative show was very crowded this time, and she also drew in to help, as if she had nothing to love all day.
The day before, Yakovsky saw her sitting alone in the corner crying. He pretended not to see her because he didn't know what to say.
That night she kept calling Wei Su-her dead boyfriend-and he checked her terminal usage. The numbers kept beating. That night, she pulled out a total of two hundred and thirty-seven. A call that no one can answer.
Yakovsky thought that from the time she was a child, she was stubborn and unrealistic, and did not get along well with reality.
She once edited a birthday party. She was full of ambition and propagated everywhere, but the video was ruined by a pandemic virus at the time.
He clearly remembered one day when she pulled him to sit in front of the terminal, pointed at the blank screen, and let him watch her clips. She said that she made a transition, how to render, and her tone was firm, as if there was something on the screen. So he tried his best to look like he saw it.
For a long time after that, whenever she mentioned the editing, she made a perfect and pleasant look. In this way, she let failure disappear from her life.
When she grew up, she often joked about this, as if she had matured over time and was able to cope with failure.
But now, her communication monitoring interface is full of missed calls. Every day, every night, there are some scattered throughout the day, like a crazy ritual.
She couldn't mature anymore and couldn't bear it, she turned back to that child, trying to use the same trick in her life.
Paranoid, miserable, and unrealistic. He can't help much.
So Yakovsky didn't say anything. He went back to the office and drank wine for half the night until he slept, which made it easier to solve the problem.
In this world, all you can do is to find ways to pass the day, a glass of wine when you are miserable, and a little bit of wine when you are miserable. Yakovsky-and all the decent planners-are ready for the end, and have already drawn up the next propaganda plan.
——It is the sorrow, hopelessness and mutual healing in the dark world.
At that time, they didn't know that the commemorative show would eventually end in this way.
At the end of the game, the planning team was in a mess. Everyone was shocked. Not knowing what to do, Yakovsky's communicator was blown up.
He didn't have time to pick up, and hurriedly worked out a new propaganda direction. Everything before that had to be invalidated and restarted.
But when the bullet was shot in the summer, he got up from his chair, and he knew what to do. Know what he really wants to see.
Tossing in the middle of the night, he ran into her when he went to the corridor to smoke, and he was using his phone.
Seeing him, she smiled at him, like a ray of sunlight piercing through the gloomy clouds. For the first time in a long time, she took the initiative to speak to him, and she said: "This scene is broken."
Now, Yakovsky sits on the dirty throne at the pinnacle of his planning world, and on the other side of the auxiliary screen is the hot spot monitoring of the entertainment industry.
Everyone is constantly discussing the principle of revenge, the commemorative show effect, and the two recent killing show stars who have become popular.
Xia’s name appears repeatedly, the peak is steep and sharp, like a statue of a god embedded on the top, unquestionably clear and unusual, playing a major role of command and guidance.
The main screen stopped on an official late-stage holographic picture in the summer. The man was standing on the battlefield full of gunpowder, armed with a murderous doomsday war god gun, and his face was stained with blood and smoke. He smiled toward the camera, brilliant and hostile, suppressing the gun and the momentum of the battlefield, and let this gloomy Shura field reveal a cold and bright light.
Yakovsky admired for a while, poured himself a glass of wine, unfolded the screen, and began to monitor the details of the circulation.
He quickly noticed this trend-when people talked about this revenge, it seemed that it was no longer just a revenge, an incident of oppression and explosion. It is a bloody sacrifice being offered by an avid fan.