mechanical court

"In a place like this, what's the point of having water, electricity, and the internet?" Sitting across from her, Ivan asked suspiciously.

"Every newcomer will ask this question. If you haven't met us, you will know the importance of water, electricity and Internet after you have been in the town for a few days."

"Piranha" smiled and raised his index finger in front of his nose, and said seriously:

"Do you think that the invisible space is really a pure spiritual world? No, our consciousness has entered another time and space, and is given a new form there. We are living beings here, we will be hungry, tired, and death, and therefore need places to rest, water to cleanse the body, and channels for the exchange of information."

"Are we...alive?"

Ivan nodded involuntarily as he recalled how he tasted the juice before.

"Not only are we alive, even the city itself is alive."

The woman in white suddenly lowered her voice, glanced at the suddenly dim sky outside the blinds, and explained carefully:

"The alternation of day and night here is half an hour. Our safe activities are only in the daytime. If we go out at night, we will be attacked by the whole city. The survival rate is almost zero. The way to leave this town is through the museum in the town center. There is a door there, leading to the fourth stage of the trial. But to enter the town center, you need to consume a rotten heart, and then pass through the overwhelming ghost settlement."

"So you all failed?"

Yiwen glanced at the rotten heart in his hand——I didn't expect this thing to be so valuable, and it really can't be seen.

"Qualified people like us, who have failed several times and still get out of the body, can be regarded as aliens." The strong man nicknamed the seal was lying on the mat, playing with the ring on his hand, lazily laughed at himself.

"Because of the importance of the rotten heart and the ability to increase the basic spirit by killing people, the veterans have a very bad attitude towards the newcomers. Don't look at the bad attitude of the Flash Leopard guy. Among the many qualified people, he is relatively gentle of that kind."

Speaking of this, "Man-eating Flower" squinted her eyes, and tapped her fingers unconsciously on the mat, as if recalling some unbearable things. After a moment of silence, she gritted her molars and said:

"The worst part of the people is purely for the pleasure of massacre. The men are better off, and the women fall into their hands... it is better to die under the claws of ghosts."

"How much time do we have? Or, how long can we stay here?" Ivan asked suddenly.

"I don't know, I've been here for more than half a year." She shook her head.

"I'm eight months old!" said the seal, pointing to the tip of his nose.

"I just arrived one day." The middle-aged man followed up.

"That is to say, if we can't pass the third stage, we will stay here forever?" Ivan continued to ask.

"If I hadn't been killed by a senior person or died on the way to clear the customs, I would probably have lived here forever." The woman in white nodded slightly, agreeing with his speculation.

"In that case... isn't that Sherlock forcing us to kill each other?"

Ivan frowned, looked into the eyes of "Piranha", and said with a gloomy expression: "If you don't have enough strength, you can't pass through the museum, and in this ghost place, the only way to improve your strength is to kill people."

The room fell silent, and none of the three responded positively, which seemed to be acquiescence to his words.

Chapter 51 night

"The reality is worse than you think."

After a subtle silence, the middle-aged man code-named White Bear took the lead to break the deadlock. He turned his gaze to Ivan and said calmly:

"It's not that we are fighting each other, but we are being slaughtered unilaterally. Those seniors who have become stronger through the first-mover advantage have long divided their respective spheres of influence. They call the sphere of influence a pastoral area, and each pastoral area There is a reaper, and he and his teammates will conduct a round of harvesting every once in a while. Those of us who are lucky enough to slip through the net are neither reapers nor grazing animals— — so it's even more annoying."

"..."

When Yiwen heard this, he also shuddered for a while, and opened his mouth subconsciously, but had nothing to say.

"After the reaper has accumulated enough power, they will challenge the museum. Whether they die or clear the customs, the pastures left behind will be replaced by new reapers, replacing each generation and repeating the cycle... To some extent, this set of The system has become the rule."

"Seal" put his hands behind his head, looked at the ceiling, and said lazily, his voice was indifferent, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"In that case...how long can we live?"

Yiwen was halfway through the sentence, but found that there seemed to be ambiguity, and quickly added: "I mean, if we don't die in an accident and live on forever, how long can we live?"

"Three hundred days."

"Piranha" lowered her head with a gloomy expression, and showed a helpless smile: "After three hundred days, the body given to us by Sirock will lose its vitality."

"Then why are you still hesitating!?" When Ivan heard that he only had three hundred days, his whole body suddenly became ill.

"You...what are you talking about?"

The woman in white stared at him in surprise, her eyes were complicated, as if she was looking at a psychopath who behaved deviantly.

"Take the initiative! Since the reaper's butcher's knife is coming to us sooner or later, we must find a way to kill them!"

"and then?"

"Of course it will replace them as reapers!" Ivan said without hesitation.

"You want to be a reaper!?"

"Pan-eating flower" suddenly looked down, pursed his lips, propped up his body with his knees together, drew out a pistol with his right hand and pointed at him like lightning, his eyes were as indifferent as a king cobra:

"Get out of here now!"

"Did you forget that we are in team mode?"

Ivan sat there calmly, looking at her indifferently: "Even if it's not in team mode, in such a small room, killing you is no different from killing a baby."

"Calm down, calm down, I don't think what Iron Hand said is unreasonable."

"Seal" saw that the atmosphere suddenly became tense, so he quickly stood up to smooth things over. Although his tone was biased toward Ivan, his body leaned towards "Luanhua" without a trace.

"..."

"White Bear" still maintained a taciturn style, staring at the screen, sitting motionless, as if he was addicted to the Internet to a transcendent realm.

"Reapers are not welcome here." She said coldly, holding the gun unchanged.

"Why not welcome? Is it a sense of morality?"

Ivan glanced at the muzzle of her gun, then regarded it as air, and continued with a smile: "It is better to have rules than no rules. Now that all of this has been established, what we need is to adapt to the rules, not to give up on ourselves."

"You want to be a killer too!?"

"Pan-eating flower" stared, and uttered a syllable heavily.

"I will make the simplest analogy. Under the order of the lord, two gladiators had to fight to the death. The rule is that only the victor can live. If they refuse, both of them will be executed."

Yiwen's pupils shrank slightly, he restrained his smile, and asked seriously:

"Then, if one of the gladiators died in battle, can you say that the guilty one is the victor?"

"..." "Piranha" blinked slightly, but did not answer.