Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

After all, Ji Muxia failed to find a chance to show her fighting spirit.

Because compared to him who beat someone, Xie Bingyan who was beaten seemed more eager to find a sandbag to vent.

Xie Bingyan blocked Ji Muxia's attack, and a slender knife slipped out of the sleeve of his right hand.

In the dim yellow light of the fire, the moment the knife appeared, it refracted the unique silver light of metal, which was seen clearly.

Red-Nosed Charlie: "Have you got a knife?"

The others immediately became vigilant, and those who were closer to Charlie quietly spread around.

Xie Bingyan pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose politely, and smiled slowly: "I am a doctor. As a doctor, it is no problem to carry a scalpel with you habitually."

Charlie sneered: "Threat someone with a scalpel..."

Xie Bingyan smiled lightly, and pointedly said: "The scalpel is specially designed to cut the human body, and it is much sharper than a fruit knife."

The slender scalpel flipped flexibly between Xie Bingyan's five fingers, the sharp blade looked cold and bloodthirsty.

Charlie shut up.

Xie Bingyan stretched out his hand towards the red-nosed Charlie.

With a flash in his eyes, Charlie directly threw the flashlight at Xie Bingyan's face with full attack power.

Xie Bingyan kept his body as still as a mountain, firmly grasped the flashlight with one hand, and held the scalpel in the throat of Charlie who suddenly attacked him with the other hand.

"This knife of mine can even pry open the skull. Guess what will happen if I go down with the knife?"

"Don't be nervous, doctor. I don't mean anything else. I just feel uncomfortable. I want the doctor to look at it for me." Charlie's face changed and changed, and finally stayed on a stiff smile.

Stiff like a papery smiling clown mask.

"I can tell, it's a disease." Xie Bingyan also laughed, "There is a disease in the brain, if it's serious, just cut it off."

His scalpel sliced ​​across Charlie's throat, drawing thin streaks of blood.

Those gentle movements, elegant postures, and gentle smiles seemed to be enjoying a candlelight dinner in a high-end restaurant and carefully cutting steaks for their lovers.

"Steak" Charlie's throat rolled, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"sorry."

Xie Bingyan patted Charlie's face with a knife, and Charlie remained motionless like a wooden figure.

"Hey, what a polite boy."

As soon as Xie Bingyan's knife left Charlie's throat, Charlie smiled ferociously, raised his hand and punched Xie Bingyan's abdomen, Xie Bingyan's scalpel went down, and the tip of the knife just pierced Charlie's wrist.

The shrill screams echoed in the small prison, but the jailers walking around outside the passage seemed not to hear them at all, and no one came to check.

Xie Bingyan pulled out the knife, and Charlie immediately grabbed his bleeding wrist and backed away in fear.

There was no hatred in his eyes, because Xie Bingyan's strength was just right, it only penetrated the skin and did not hurt the bones.

But it was also because the strength was so precise that he was afraid of this devil-like doctor.

Charlie retreated to the corner of the prison, and stayed with several people of the same white race.

At the very beginning of the game, it was prompted that each player can only represent the continent they are in, which also caused players to form groups because of the region, skin color and race from the very beginning.

Xie Bingyan's aggressive tactics made other players look at each other sideways, and some started discussing in low voices.

But Xie Bingyan didn't care about other people's opinions at all, and handed the flashlight in front of Ji Muxia.

Ji Muxia took the flashlight, raised her eyebrows lightly: "Thank you."

Xie Bingyan laughed: "Just here?"

"Thanks, Merci, Grazie, Gracias..."

Ji Muxia performed a fancy thank you in different languages.

Xie Bingyan helped his forehead.

Seeing that Ji Muxia was still angry, Xie Bingyan sighed softly, took out a white cotton handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiped off the blood on the scalpel, and then the scalpel turned flexibly in his hand, and he put it in his sleeve. , standing silently beside Ji Mucha.

Ji Mucha took a deep look at him, then turned her head and raised her voice:

"Excuse me, do you have any thoughts about time?"

There was an unbearable silence at first, and then a professional woman in a black suit came out from the shadow of the corner. It was the female anchor Jin Dolin.

"I'm not sure what the time is, but I would say we have tattoos that are not right."

At this time, she was still wearing the black suit she wore when she was the anchor on the morning of September 9. It was obvious that she was brought here directly after working overtime until midnight.

Jindoline rolled up her sleeves, revealing the tattoo on her left arm.

"I've never had a tattoo, but I got one when I got in here."

Ji Muxia rolled up his sleeves, and sure enough, he also had a strange tattoo on his left arm.

"I have it on my arm, too."

Xie Bingyan did the same: "I have mine too."

"Me too."

After everyone checked themselves, they found that everyone had a strange tattoo on their arms.

They are all on the left arm, close to the heart.

Eighteen people, a total of four different tattoo designs.

Jin Dolin frowned: "Let me remind you that only prisoners in ancient times would have tattoos, and some modern prisons will also have tattoos based on their crimes."

Xie Bingyan asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to say?"

Jin Dolin didn't say it directly, but first asked a man with four water droplets on his tattoo, "What do you think you are?"

The man subconsciously said, "Rain?"

"Like tears, too," said Jindoline. "In some Western countries murderers pierce teardrops, and if it's an attempted murder, they're hollow tears."

The man was surprised: "Then my identity is a murderer?"

Xie Bingyan was thoughtful, and subconsciously looked at Ji Mucha.

But seeing the other party's downcast eyes thinking deeply, he didn't seem to care too much about the tattoo on his arm.

"I have a different opinion." Ji Mucha looked up, "Tenochtitlan is an important city of the Aztec tribe."

Jin Dolin squinted and said, "This is just a transliterated place name, maybe it's the same name."

"What you call a tattoo has different meanings in different countries."

Ji Muxia: "Some countries represent hollow tears that attempted murder, while others represent long-term prison sentences and longing for family members. In ancient times, the earliest criminal tattoos were criminal tattoos of gangster groups in Western countries, and even some rappers followed suit, not necessarily homicide."

"They've all been imprisoned, what is it if they're not prisoners?" Jin Dolin crossed her arms and raised her chin proudly, "I'm just offering an opinion, I don't want to listen to you."

Ji Mucha didn't say anything more, and silently recalled the materials he had read.

Xie Bingyan deliberately lifted his sleeves and asked Jin Dolin, "Then what does my tattoo symbolize?"

Looking up at Xie Bingyan's face, Jin Duolin's tone was softened by his smiling Yan Yan's handsome appearance.

"Your pattern is too abstract. It looks like a tiger and a leopard. If it is a tiger, only the boss of the gangster is eligible."

Qin Jiao suddenly thrust his arm across, revealing the snake on his arm: "What about me? It looks like a snake. What prisoner is a snake?"

Jin Dolin glanced at her lightly: "Human trafficking? Snakehead?"

"Nonsense." Qin Jiao curled her lips, "How could such a weak girl do such a thing."

Xie Bingyan's eyes flickered slightly, he was the closest to Ji Mucha, and saw that the tattoo on Ji Mucha's arm was also a snake like this.

The red-nosed Charlie, who had just been taught a lesson by Xie Bingyan, turned his side, revealing the most obvious tattoo of a woman on his left arm.

"My tattoo is a woman."

There was a slight disgust in Jindolin's eyes: "Some rapists will make victims into tattoos as souvenirs."

Charlie scolded, "Fuck!"

Qin Jiao's tone was sour: "Sister, you are so familiar with me, why don't you..."

"I used to be the anchor of legal news, and I did a report on the tracking of felons." Jin Duolin glanced at Qin Jiao contemptuously, and looked away arrogantly and ignored her again.

"There is a tattoo that represents time. It is a tattoo with a clock on the arm, but there is no pointer, which symbolizes stagnant time."

All eyes were attracted.

A symbol of time, or stagnant time, isn't that what they are looking for?

"Could it be that what we are looking for is a person, and he is in this prison?"

"This kind of clock tattoo represents someone who has served a long sentence. We can first set up a message to find out who has been in prison for a long time."

Jin Dolin continued, "If it is written on the wrist, it will be stabbed like a watch. As for the shape of the clock face, it varies from person to person."

Qin Jiao interjected again: "Is what you said true or not?"

"What's the good of lying to you?" Jindoline said impatiently.

"I have no time to spend here because I have to catch up on the morning news at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning. I think you are too. So, my opinion is that everyone cooperates and it is best to leave early."

"That's right." Xie Bingyan gently pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, "I have an important operation tomorrow."

Ji Muxia said, seemingly true or false: "I still have to catch up on my thesis."

Qin Jiao hooked the big wavy hair behind her ears with her fingers, and said in a delicate tone, "I'm going to accompany my boss to attend an international conference. There are a lot of people in our secretariat staring at my position..."

Jindoline rolled her eyes at this.

The tall black youth said: "I am a professional boxer and I am preparing for an important boxing match."

The majestic white old man said: "I have to go back in time to attend my child's graduation ceremony..."

……

Everyone has their own reasons.

Whether it's true or not, at least one thing is true: Everyone doesn't want to stay here as a prisoner.

"Okay, since that's the case, everyone has reached an agreement." Jin Dolin clapped her hands and arranged with great momentum, "No matter whether this is a game or a kidnapping, leave early."

"The one with the clock tattoo is obviously not in our prison, so we have to get out of here first to find someone."

Ji Mucha leaned against the wall, crossing his arms around his chest: "The Aztecs are highly militarized and good at fighting. You have no weapons or medicines, and you can't see the terrain clearly at night. Are you sure you want to run?"

Jin Doline laughed: "You also said that you are not sure."

Ji Muxia also smiled: "Yes, so since you sacrifice yourself to be a pathfinder, I would like to thank you in advance."

Jindoline choked up.

When the environment is unknown, the first one to escape is obviously Pathfinder.

When Ji Muxia said this, the players who were eager to try just now hesitated.

Jin Duolin glared at Ji Mucha bitterly, and said loudly, "Think about it, everyone, only the first escape will not arouse vigilance, and it will be more difficult for the latter to escape."

Jin Dolin's words also made sense, and the players immediately swayed from side to side.

While hesitating, the fate-determining voice sounded again.

[Countdown, the ninth day~ The happy time is fleeting, are you having fun~]

There was a smile in the childish voice, but everyone who heard this sentence couldn't laugh, they just felt their hearts were being clenched tightly, and they couldn't breathe nervously.

I spent only half a night in the prison, and half a day was wasted.

"We can't delay any longer, let's do it!"