The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Chapter 9 The world is chaotic but stable

It’s not surprising that additional questions have appeared again.

But what does this last line of gibberish mean?

Chen Jing stared at the light screen in confusion, and his mind quickly flashed back to the scenes where he had seen garbled characters several times before.

This is not the first time this kind of garbled information has appeared.

The first time he appeared was when he first came to this other world, after the light screen displayed two big questions...

The second time it occurs is when reading the exam rules.

Rearrange the garbled text messages.

Probably three pieces of information can be obtained.

Don't kill the examiner.

Don't take their word for it.

Be careful of them.

But after contacting the other information given by the examiner on the light screen, Chen Jing found that these three tips were contrary to it.

I want to submit an answer for this civilization that will satisfy "them".

There are only two ways to go.

Either destroy the core of the other world or kill the examiner.

This goes against the first tip, "Don't kill the examiner."

Tip 2 and Tip 3…

Don't take their word for it.

Be careful of them.

This again contradicts the information given by the examiner.

It seems that they are benevolent in the eyes of the examiner, and it is precisely because of their existence that there is such a fair civilization test, but...

The reminder is not to believe them.

"I couldn't tell the authenticity of those reminder messages before...but maybe I can try this time..."

Chen Jing thought to himself and carefully compared the receipts.

After Mr. Chen made a feat of collecting property fees for fifty years, there are currently only three households in this high-rise residential building except the Chen family.

They are one unit on the 30th floor.

A unit on the 29th floor.

There is also an underground garage on the third floor.

"Although the garbled information is a bit confusing... but it can probably be matched with these receipts..." Chen Jing murmured.

What does the neighbor like...?

30000 fruits fruits fruits…

Could it be that the family on the 30th floor likes fruit?

If you look at it this way.

That household on the 29th floor probably likes delicious food...

And the guy in the underground garage...

Like eyeballs?

"This is asking me to give gifts to my future friends..."

Chen Jing remembered that the additional question asked him to make friends, and thought that these tips might be really useful to him, but based on his feelings... he felt that it was not that simple.

Because he always remembers.

This is an exam that can determine the survival or extinction of civilization.

If only everything were that simple...

Then this is not an exam.

"My dear grandson, come over for dinner."

"coming!"

Hearing Chen Bofu's call, Chen Jing collected his thoughts and walked to the restaurant.

The old man was still busy in the kitchen. Two dishes had been placed on the dining table, and there was a smell of stir-fried meat in the air.

It was different from Chen Jing’s imagination.

The two dishes on the table are not outrageous.

At least it's not some weird food like viscera and water.

Just two cold dishes, one meat and one vegetarian.

One plate of cucumbers and one plate of shredded chicken.

The shredded chicken is definitely chicken.

Judging from the chicken head on the plate, this is the most common variety in the real world.

"Grandpa, let me help you carry it!"

"Just go and sit down, you'll be fine soon!"

"Then I'll get the bowls and chopsticks!"

Chen Jing placed the dishes and chopsticks, then turned back to look at the TV that was on in the living room.

The midday news was on the TV.

The host of the show is a weird male with compound eyes similar to those of a fly.

The huge compound eyes extend from the forehead to the middle of the body, replacing the nasal cavity. The bright red surface has hundreds of grids connected into pieces, like a honeycomb. The sight of it makes Chen Jing almost suffer from trypophobia.

I have to say that the news anchors in this world are quite normal. Apart from looking like a fly, they have almost no other shortcomings.

When he opened his mouth, he had a pure broadcasting tone, without any crazy energy.

“Dear viewers, the monthly ‘Moon Sacrifice Period’ is coming again. I hope you will not forget to protect your own safety during your leisurely vacation...”

“Always remember to reinforce doors and windows…”

"Don't go out unless necessary..."

"Viewers who are qualified can light the 'Moonlight Incense' produced by [Moonlight Hermitage] at home to avoid those out-of-control Old Descendants..."

While Chen Jing was watching the news broadcast attentively.

Just listen to a clang.

Chen Bofu, who was wearing an apron, slammed the plate full of vegetables on the dining table.

"Those bitches know how to lie!"

Chen Bofu sneered, seeming to have quite a bit of prejudice against the [Moonlight Hermitage] mentioned by the host.

"Thankfully they can still sell the 'Moonlight Incense' at such an expensive price. That thing can only deceive the old descendants who have not yet started..."

Old descendants.

There's that word again.

Chen Jing took the rice cooker liner from Chen Bofu and helped him fill a bowl of steaming rice while thinking about it in his mind.

Although judging from the information revealed by the old man before, it is not only the mother and son of Aunt Hong who are old descendants, but also the old man himself... but combined with the information in the news, it seems that the old descendants do not refer to "everyone" .

Not all of these indigenous people in this world are ancient descendants.

It should only be part of it.

Chen Jing originally planned to continue watching the local news broadcast, but Chen Bofu was obviously stimulated by the "Moonlight Hermitage" mentioned by the host. He turned off the TV with an impatient expression, and then started to pick up food for Chen Jing.

"Eat it, your favorite stir-fried pork!"

Chen Bofu still had a smile on his face, and his kind-hearted look made it hard to think of the old lunatic who went downstairs to kill people last night.

"What kind of meat is it? It looks quite tender..."

Chen Jing didn't dare to move his chopsticks casually, especially for ingredients whose origins could not be identified at a glance. He was really frightened by Aunt Hong's large intestine sashimi.

"Of course it's pork. I went to the supermarket to buy it this morning. The freshly slaughtered meat is very fresh!" Chen Bofu blinked and asked strangely, "Usually you like to eat the stir-fried pork made by grandpa... Why? You still can’t move your chopsticks? No appetite?”

"I feel sick to my stomach, so I can't eat anything too greasy." Chen Jing lied calmly, then put a piece of chicken into the bowl, "And I found that chicken tastes better..."

Hearing this, Chen Bofu nodded.

"Then I'll cook more chicken for you from now on."

Chen Jing doesn't eat pork.

But it hasn’t been like this since childhood.

It started when I graduated from high school.

In a trance.

Chen Jing heard again the auditory hallucination that had troubled him in the past few years. It was the sound of the pigs in the pen happily waiting to eat.

From the suppressed and dull hum, to the cheerful chewing sound, and finally...

"Why are you dazed! Let's eat!"

Chen Bofu's sudden voice pulled Chen Jing back from the memory that had become blurry.

"I was distracted just now..."

Chen Jing replied absentmindedly, while also telling himself in his mind.

Can't think about it anymore.

Otherwise you will have to take medicine again.

"No matter how important it is, it can't compare to eating! If you have anything to worry about, think about it after eating! It won't taste good if it gets cold for a while..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Boxu picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Grandpa is going out and will come back after finishing his errands in the evening. Please remember to help me send those receipts back to others."

Chen Jing was originally prepared to ask a few more questions, at least to find out the identity and character of the three neighbors first, but the old man seemed not to give him this opportunity.

Before Chen Jing could spit out the chicken legs in his mouth, Chen Boxu ran to the balcony carrying a snakeskin bag, turned over and flipped out from the guardrail...

"Too anxious to even take the elevator?"

Chen Jing was stunned and thought to himself that the old man was in a hurry to go out and didn't say anything. He just ran away with the snakeskin bag filled with real estate certificates.

But judging from his nature, which is darker than a capitalist's plucked hair... Could it be that he used those real estate certificates to cash out the mortgage loan?

Chen Jing glanced at the moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, turned back and picked up the remote control and turned on the TV again.

He needs to understand the world better.

The more you know.

The safer he is.

"The next news comes from Hongshan Street in Taiping District..."

Facts have proved that although this world is an independent world, compared with the real world... there are actually many similarities, at least the social structure is similar.

This point is different from Chen Jing's previous thoughts.

He originally thought this was a different world where monsters were rampant in the survival of the fittest.

But it seems not.

Killing will be punished.

At least that's what was reported on the news.

But why can that old man run rampant in Sunset Red Community...

Chen Jingzhen didn't understand.

Judging from the severity of punishments for murderers in the news, what the old man did is enough to warrant the death penalty in this world a dozen times.

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After meal.

Chen Jing finished washing the dishes and tidied up the kitchen as a habit.

After doing all this, he began to search the house.

"The family on the 30th floor likes fruits... This apple should be fine..."

"That household on the 29th floor likes delicious food... How should we define delicious... Do I think it tastes good or do people like the old man think it tastes good..."

Chen Jing stood in front of the refrigerator hesitantly, but finally decided to make two preparations.

First pack the plate of stir-fried pork that was basically untouched at noon.

Then he took out the takeout box from the fresh-keeping layer with the words "Exclusive Taste for Old Americans" printed on it.

Open it and take a look.

as predicted.

It is some human tissue that is stir-fried to give off a fragrant aroma.

Chen Jing didn't feel too disgusted, but calmly heated it in the microwave before putting it in a bag.

Gifts from the neighbors on the 30th and 29th floors are ready.

Only the one in the underground garage is left...

eyeball……

"I can only make do with yours."

Chen Jing muttered to the leftover hand-shredded chicken head from lunch, then dug out the two eyeballs of the chicken head with a knife and put it into a separate lunch box.

Although it seems a bit shabby to give as a gift, that's all it can do.

You can't let me dig out my own eyes, right?

Chen Jing thought this, then put the key in his pocket, patted the Holy Grail in his coat pocket and went out.

When making friends, there are successes and failures.

It's the best if you succeed, but it doesn't matter if you fail...

At least he has the support of the old man behind him.

He is a fierce man who can make these three families pay a hundred years of property fees. Whenever he meets, he will give his name. I think these neighbors will give him some face...

Chen Jing thought about it in his heart.

Carrying a plastic bag full of gifts, I got on the elevator.

"Let's visit from top to bottom. Let's go to the 30th floor first..."