Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 118 Women's Eden

"Why, why...?"

Amidst the louder cheers and applause in the tavern, the mechanical arm that delivered the drinks trembled slightly due to the sound waves.Such a slight sentence quickly melted into the noisy environment, probably only caught by the man opposite.

The man's face was hidden under the hood of the robe, and was mostly covered by shadows.He didn't answer right away. He first listened to the crazy cheers from the crowd, and then he snorted softly, with the corner of his lips curled up.

"Because in their eyes, we are not human beings."

His deep voice sounded, and he took a sip of the blue cocktail.

The person sitting opposite him was a thin, dark-skinned man who looked to be only in his 30s or [-]s. His eyes should have been very flexible, but now they were frozen for some reason.

His lips opened and closed, and even his voice seemed pale: "I don't understand... Even if it's for a different kind, it's too..."

"What's the matter?" The robed man smiled slightly. "When people fight cocks, bulls, and dogs, don't they have the same mentality? It's just that we are almost the same as them in appearance, so we have those—"

He didn't say anything about those things.

Because when the skinny man heard this, he suddenly covered his mouth, sweat came out together with it, and there was a sound of "uh" when he tried his best to suppress the feeling of vomiting.

The light projected by the screen flickered his face, and the cheers of the crowd died down. The thin man turned his head and saw that the replay of the content of the Spring Festival fighting game had ended, and a female anchor was replaced. .

He took a few swigs of wine suddenly, but his face was still very ugly.

"I...I still don't understand." The skinny man held his beer bottle tightly, feeling that the scenes he saw just now made his soul wrinkle up.

The man hidden under the robe spoke slowly: "...No one has an exact idea of ​​the formation time of the doomsday world of Garden of Eden. They only know that it was about a few decades ago. At that time, the residents here were advanced in technology and built this glass building. The city has preserved many ordinary people with no potential value. Although people cannot leave the protection of the radiation shield, they are not bound by the reincarnation of the doomsday world, and they have been multiplying in this city to this day."

"Do you know how big this so-called 'Garden of Eden' city is?" He suddenly asked.

The thin man shook his head, not daring to speak for fear of gastric juice rushing out of his throat.

"If you walk, you can finish it in three hours." The voice under the robe was still as calm as flowing water: "Can you imagine such a day? From the moment you were born, you lived in a place where you could see everything at a glance." In the cage at the end, you can’t leave it. You know that you will do the job designated by the government, have a designated number of children, and die in a designated place. Outside, there are evolved people who come and go, running freely ..."

"Brother Gong, are you trying to excuse them?" The thin man slammed the beer bottle in his hand on the table, suppressing the anger in his voice. "There's no reason to make—"

The man in the robe waved his hands lightly, and said, "I don't mean to excuse anyone. I just think their psychological changes are very interesting... It's just an occupational disease."

"What change...?"

"This group of people may have simply envied the evolved humans, and hoped that one day they would also be able to get out of the glass city—until one day they discovered that the evolved humans wanted to come in one by one."

The skinny man paused.

"Not only do we want to come in. We eagerly long for the materials they produce: anti-radiation gummy candy, food, clothes, clean water... We don't say anything, and we even suffer from the suffering of reincarnation."

The man surnamed Gong smiled: "...In some doomsday worlds, radical rightist ideas that believe that mutants are inhuman have excellent growth soil here, and it didn't take a few years. The concept of "humanoid creatures" has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Under such conditions, coupled with their lack of entertainment and normal empathy education, the "New Year Fighting Competition" finally appeared."

The thin man stared blankly, and it took him a long time to connect this understatement with the crowd cheering for the scene just now.

"Grand Palace..."

He just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by another burst of screams and whistles - he turned his head and saw that it was a contestant's popularity vote that appeared after the playback of previous fighting games.At this time, many contestants who received a lot of attention were listed on the screen, provoking the crowd in the tavern to be extremely excited, and there were constant noises.

Every Eden resident wears a small wristband on his wrist. When he clicks on it, a light curtain is cast. With a swipe of his finger, he can vote for the contestants.Currently the most popular is a black-haired girl with a terrified and pitiful expression, who seems to be called Hui Chuyan; followed by a 12-year-old and a 14-year-old girl, obviously because of her young age.

The higher the number of votes, the lower the order of appearance, so that it can become the finale to attract attention and sponsors.

After watching the player with the highest number of votes all the way, after a long time, there is still no video of player 97.

After waiting for more than 50 people, Lin Sanjiu's indifferent face finally appeared on the screen. The reason for his popularity was—"I want to see this arrogant, self-important female mutant , suffered a disastrous defeat and humiliation on the field."

"A fiasco and humiliation..."

Lin Sanjiu looked at the screen and repeated in a murmur, his expression seemed to remain calm.

But if someone who is familiar with her is approaching at this moment, they will probably be secretly startled by her cloudy eyes—this is the harbinger of the storm that Lin Sanjiu tried his best to endure.

She never thought that her emotions could be so intense.

After watching the replay of the fighting match, the words she had heard in the past seemed too soft, and none of them could accurately describe her complicated feelings at the moment—shock?nausea?fear?

After thinking about it, Lin Sanjiu felt that his current mood was closer to "rage".

"Ah, you said this year's female anchor... Yes, I think she's pretty good too."

Behind them, the pink-faced host and the cameraman chatted, and the tone was leisurely. It was obvious that they were used to the "replay of previous highlights" just now.

"Did her father make an offer?" the cameraman asked.

"Yes, the price is quite high, but for a rich man like you, maybe you can try... Oh, but I heard that she asked to continue working after she got married."

The cameraman immediately snorted disdainfully, "If you bought her with money, what qualifications does she have to put forward conditions? I'm afraid no one will come to buy such a nonsense woman."

"Haha, maybe when her father is in a hurry, the price will drop..."

"My cousin just bought one this year, because she had sex with someone before marriage, so her family reduced the price..."

"Your cousin bought a few, why do you still buy..."

Lin Sanjiu silently listened to the unscrupulous conversation behind him, and the corner of his mouth twitched coldly.

There was a sour smell in the air, because several female contestants couldn't control their nausea and vomited all over the floor.Under the soaking of sweat, tears, snot and saliva, the make-up has long been worn out. Some people are crying unconsciously, and some people's eyes are dull.

She looked back at the pink-faced host, who was still smiling and chatting with the cameraman.

"Hey, you." Lin Sanjiu called him softly, "I want to ask you something."

The pink face was startled, and she exchanged a glance with her companion, then raised her chin and looked at her: "...what's the matter?"

"Who organized this competition?"

"Why are you asking this?" The pink face looked away.In front of the camera just now, he looked eager to get a few more words out of Lin Sanjiu's mouth, but now he seemed to have to hold back his disgust to talk to her. "You just need to participate in the competition, there is no need to worry about other things."

Hui Chuyan, who was attracted by the conversation between the two, looked up in a daze.In the sound of whimpering and vomiting, the voices of the two were not easy to be noticed, but she and a few people who were close could hear them clearly.

Lin Sanjiu's smile can be called gentle.She looked at the pink face with a very kind attitude: "If I ask, you just say it. Don't make it ugly for a while, and you will regret it later."

Back to Chu Yan and the other two or three people, they were all shocked.

Seeing the pink face froze with shock and anger, Lin Sanjiu smiled.Ever since watching the replay of the content, she has an unstoppable brutal and murderous desire in her heart, which is violently attacking her sanity one after another.

There were about thirty heavily armed soldiers in this room, and six of Sand Whale's men.Although the boss was dead, they somehow didn't leave, and they were still watching the female players unrelentingly.

And from the body of the sand whale, in addition to recovering her own [radio], she also found a special item such as a protective cover. If it is activated immediately, even if multiple people attack at the same time, it should be able to hold her back. Lift the binding rope, activate the Pygmalion collar...

The plan wasn't perfect, but after going through it quickly in her mind, Lin Sanjiu didn't want to think about it anymore, so she decided to do it.

Just when she was about to call out [a wolf business and leisure belt-type protective cover] with enthusiasm, there was a sudden sound of "da da" footsteps outside the door, it seemed that many people were rushing towards this room, and immediately A high-pitched voice shouted: "...send all the contestants to prepare, and start the competition on time at nine o'clock in the morning next Monday!"

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