Zhou Lin

In fact, the production level of the program "Killing Spree" is not very high. Compared with the judge's "Trial Show", the former has many flaws and clues in both the game rules and the live broadcast process; if the Federation is really serious about investigating them, The case will be solved in less than a week.

However, there is naturally a reason why this show is more popular than the "Trial Show"... In addition to the fact that the show is broadcast more frequently, more importantly, "Killing Spree" also has a handicap, so that Audiences can participate in the show through gambling.

In each issue of "Killing Spree", the audience can bet on the outcome of the current issue: you can choose one or more "prey" and buy that he/they will survive in the end, or you can buy the ending of complete destruction; you can follow Betting on the order of death of the "prey" can also bet on the specific time of death, such as "who will die before what time"; in addition, the audience can even bet against the "Supreme Ones", such as the Supreme Beings. You can propose a very bizarre method of death and promise to execute it on a certain prey by a certain time, and the audience can bet on whether they will succeed.

If "Funduluo Mountain" allows people to vent through narrow justice, then "Killing Spree" directly pleases the darkness hidden in people's hearts.

It is also the same as seeing others suffer, seeing villains who have nothing to do with you being punished, and seeing ordinary people who have nothing to do with you but are similar to you...the psychological state is naturally different.

The former is satisfying your conscience, while the latter is teasing your instinct.

Your conscience doesn't ask for you very often, nor does it ask for too much, but your instincts are different...

Just like when watching a horror movie, when you see the characters in the movie being tortured and killed, your instinct will definitely make you feel a little lucky, even a little happy; because...human beings, when they witness the death of their own kind, they themselves The feeling of "alive" will become more real. The clearer, truer, and stronger this "witnessing" process is, the more obvious the feeling will be.

"Killing Spree" serves this instinct of people, so it is undoubtedly a dark web murder show that is more in line with public tastes.

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After coming down from the rooftop, Hull found himself in an abandoned apartment building.

The place where the building is located is very strange. When he was looking around on the rooftop just now, Hull noticed that the building was surrounded by woods, and he could not see the lights of the city at a glance. He speculated that... there might be a remote hotel here. The factory built an employee dormitory building near the factory site, but it is undoubtedly abandoned now.

As expected, there was no electricity in the building, and Hull could only see with the moonlight coming in from the corridor window.

The doors of many rooms near the corridor are open or ajar, but the lighting in those rooms is not good. Hel, who has no lighting equipment, does not intend to go into those dark rooms that exude a strange musty smell. Search the smelly house.

Even by guessing, he could tell that there were several cameras monitoring him in the shadows of those corners, but in this environment, it was impossible for him to find and remove those probes one by one, so he just Can give up.

What Hull wants to do now is to leave the building as quickly as possible, walk through the woods, find a road, and then rush back to the civilized world, away from this damn show.

In this way, he groped all the way, found the stairs, and then walked down level by level.

Just when he reached the fourth floor, suddenly...

Chug tug tug——

A sound of motor suddenly sounded from behind him.

Hel was startled when he heard the sound, and turned around suddenly. At that moment, with the sound of a "squeak", a figure wearing a beast mask and holding a chainsaw appeared only five meters away from Hel. on the steps.

"Ah!" When Hel saw this, his scalp was numb with fright. He screamed, turned around and ran away.

Originally, he went downstairs cautiously and neither quickly nor slowly, but now he almost grabbed the handrail of the stairs, rolled and climbed on the ground and ran wildly.

When the masked "Supreme One" saw this scene, he just sneered and quickly chased after him; unlike Hel, his mask was equipped with a night vision device, which allowed him to see clearly in the dark. Chu, so even if he is holding a chainsaw, he can move quickly.

Faced with this kind of pursuit that seemed like something out of a horror movie, Hull panicked like most ordinary people. He only knew how to act instinctively when he was afraid, and fled away from the opponent almost without thinking.

Therefore, he inevitably... fell into the trap.

"ah--"

When he reached the steps on the second floor, Hull felt a cold feeling on the soles of his feet, followed by an obvious throbbing pain, which made him groan in agony.

He quickly thought... he must have stepped on something similar to a triangular nail, and there were more than one, but the sound of a chainsaw gradually approaching from behind made him have no time to care about it. He could only endure the pain, knowing that he couldn't see the way forward clearly. Next move on.

Finally, after seven or eight nails were hit in the sole of his foot, Hull, whose legs were already weak, could not bear the severe pain and rolled down the stairs.

He rolled down the last step of the first floor. Because he instinctively protected his head with his hands, his torso and legs were stabbed with more than a dozen wounds by triangular nails; these wounds ranged from shallow to deep to light. It's heavy, but fortunately it's not fatal, but it hurts terribly.

In any case, the scarred Hull managed to reach the first floor. When he returned to the ground, he could avoid stepping on nails by walking, and it was not very far from the exit of the building.

So, he gritted his teeth, climbed up from the ground, endured the bone-piercing throbbing pain in the soles of his feet, and quickly ran out of the door of the building and came to the open space outside the building.

When the moonlight shone on his face and fresh air poured into his lungs, he finally realized...the sound of the chainsaw behind him had disappeared.

Even so, Hull ran into the small woods on the edge of the open space first, glanced at the exit of the building warily, and then began to deal with the nails on his body.

It took him three minutes to pull out all the triangular nails left on his body. When he pulled out the nails on the soles of his feet... it felt particularly painful, because those nails penetrated the deepest, and some of them had damaged the bones.

Hull endured the pain and did not dare to speak out, but the curse in his heart was loud.

And along with this anger... is regret.

He really regretted it. If he had been more prepared earlier, not letting the woman get in the car, or taking a few sips of the drink she gave him, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

He lets down his guard because the other person is a woman, loses his temper because the other person is beautiful, has random thoughts because the other person shows kindness to him... Like most people who are not popular with women, Hull is easily deceived by women. But he never learned his lesson; he had suffered a lot of similar losses before, but this time the result was a bit too serious.

Thinking of this, Hull's regret quickly turned into shame, and then into even stronger anger.

Unfortunately, as before, he could only be angry and could not do anything.

At this moment, Hull couldn't help but feel... maybe he was wrong. All the thoughts he had felt about being superior to others in the past three days were just wishful thinking and self-righteousness. He was still the same Hull Schneider, an ordinary office worker... No. , is now an ordinary homeless man.

Not even a clever ride-hailing scam can be seen through; when faced with violence, it is difficult to resist or protect oneself; knowing that one is being played as a "prey", one can only struggle...a series of frustrations and powerlessness. The feeling brought Hull back to his original shape psychologically.

Just when he was sitting on the ground feeling sorry for himself, suddenly! Something incredible happened.

"Hull." A voice processed by a voice changer suddenly sounded from behind Hull.

Hull didn't realize that someone was approaching him at all, but when he turned his head when he heard the sound, a man wearing a red robe and a Peking Opera mask was already standing behind him.

"Judge...Judge..." Hull was so surprised that he couldn't even speak a single word. He never even thought that the judge would show up here in person.

The judge didn't intend to listen to his stammering waste of time and said directly: "There was an accident..." He paused for half a second, "I have arranged a game today and wanted to 'test' you, but I didn't expect it. ...You guy was suddenly fired from your work unit, and then you ran to the suburbs talking to yourself, and by chance, you were caught by a group of very low-level guys."

"You...are you here to save me?" Hel was so excited that he almost cried.

"Of course not." But the judge's answer made his heart sink again, "You are not my subordinates yet. Besides... none of my subordinates would turn to others for help as their first reaction when encountering trouble. waste."

Hull was speechless and unable to refute.

"However, my original plan came to nothing, which makes me a little unhappy." The next second, the judge changed the topic, "Also, I have long found this program called 'Killing Spree' to be a bit annoying, but because of their It has nothing to do with me, so I ignored them. But today...whether intentionally or unintentionally, they actually messed up my situation, so naturally I will not remain indifferent."

At this point, the judge took something out of his robe and threw it casually in front of Hel.

Hull looked down and found that it was a translucent plastic box with an injection in it.

"This injection can help you relieve pain, accelerate blood coagulation, and prevent most infections and tetanus. You can just inject it directly into your neck." Two seconds later, the judge continued, "By the way, I will give you another tip - —The more passive you are in a situation, the less likely you are to act according to other people's ideas..." He shrugged and chuckled, "Ha... Of course, unless that person is me."

After saying that, the judge turned around and seemed to be leaving.

"Wait...wait!" Hel was stunned for a moment and then said quickly, "You...since you don't plan to save me, why do you want to help me?"

"You should think about this problem yourself." Before the judge finished speaking, his figure had disappeared into the shadows of the trees.

Hull didn't think about it for too long before he came to a conclusion - if you don't want to be treated as a waste, then don't always think about asking others to save you, and think about how to "save yourself" in advance.

"I still have a chance..." Hull began to hint to himself in his heart, "Survived the 'Killing Spree' and won the large bonus to prove myself... In this way, the judge will still consider letting me join, he That must be what he meant! That’s why he helped me! Even if Fengdu Luoshan still doesn’t accept me in the end, for my own sake... I will still win!"

After making up his mind, Hull immediately picked up the needle on the ground, turned his head, pierced his neck, and pushed all the liquid in the syringe into his body.

He didn't have any doubts about the judge's "help" - to put it bluntly, doubts were pointless.

At this moment, Hull had no choice. With this injury, not only would his physical strength and mobility be significantly reduced, but the constant blood loss would also leave traces along the way and make his consciousness blurred.

If he wants to make a comeback in this desperate situation, this needle must be inserted. Even if the judge tells him now that "there is a 50% chance that you may die if this needle is inserted," Hull still has to try, because if he doesn't insert it, he will be 100% sure. die.

After waiting for a few more minutes, Hull, who had been injected with the medicine, felt obvious changes in his body; although his wounds had not healed, the bleeding points had condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he felt a considerable amount of pain all over his body. The relief, even the headache is better.

At this time, he had calmed down a lot and made a decision that even surprised him - he wanted to go back to the building to get something.