I was raised by the BOSS in the infinite copy

With the uncle's last cry "Get up!!", countless souls rushed out, gathered in mid-air to form a living river, and poured into the city.

The originally empty and quiet paper city came alive at this moment, and it was full of "people" who were noisy and crowded, and looked at the new world curiously.

The people standing next to Guiming would ask Guiming curiously——

"Little brother, what year is it now?"

Before Guiming could reply, someone came up again: "Let's go, let's go! Don't squeeze, what's the situation now, has the breaker left?"

"Are we safe?"

Everyone looked at Guiming expectantly, and some of their faces still had the simplicity that had not faded away and the apprehension of ordinary citizens, which was completely different from the ones Guiming saw in Beining City, let alone the ones he saw in Beining City. The ones I saw in school.

They haven't been baptized after actually killing the passers-by, and their appearance is exactly what they were at the beginning.

They are the souls stopped by the uncle from the dead end.

And there used to be more such people who disappeared in the long river of time before they even had time to be saved.

Gui Ming was speechless for a moment, he didn't know how to describe the eyes of these people, the eyes seemed to be weighing heavily on his shoulders.He can talk nonsense to any passers-by, as well as people like Mo, who claim to be smart.

But for these people, he can't be as casual as he is for the passers-by. He even feels that every word he wants to say is very difficult, as if there is a weight on the words, just like the heavy gaze , carrying weight invisibly.

It was at this time that he realized that his vocabulary was so lacking. For example, at this moment, without intending to talk nonsense, he couldn't find other words to describe the current situation, which could comfort him. These people don't let them down.

In the end, he only smiled: "It's safe here."

The dense crowd scattered Guiming and the others, and just as he finished speaking, the faces of the people around him changed again.

At this time, his surroundings were filled with all kinds of curious and chattering voices, and there were people everywhere.

The streets in the paper city are full of people standing, and some don't know how to climb to the top of the building, some hang on the windows, and some sit on the roof.

There are also those who can't find their family members looking around.

Guiming had no choice but to start to squeeze towards the center, he heard his uncle's voice nearby.

The uncle yelled loudly: "Quiet! Be quiet, everyone! Listen to me!!!"

No one listened to him, there were too many people, and if anyone opened his mouth to say a word, it felt like thousands of ducks were quacking.

Uncle was trying to stabilize the situation, but after several failures, he had to give up his yelling in vain, mainly because his voice was no longer supportive.

Guiming said to the people around him: "Excuse me, I'll find someone, don't push forward, there is nothing in front."

The person who was torn away by him looked at him with wide eyes: "Do you know where we are now?"

Guiming: "Xiaosanxiang is also a paper city, and it belongs to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was terrible, and the people around rushed towards him.

"really?"

"Then how will it be distributed?"

"There are three people in my family, can I apply for a two-bedroom apartment?"

"How do I apply? Do I need to fill in the information? My name is Liu Xudong, and I am 35 years old. Do you recruit? I am an accountant!"

Guiming: "..."

He was so dizzy that he had no choice but to say: "Come one by one, I will assign you guys, please calm down first, don't crowd, don't make noise."

Guiming really couldn't make it to the uncle's side, so he could only stay and answer the questions of these people: "You want a second bedroom, right? With the existing housing situation, priority will be given to those with a large population, which will definitely satisfy everyone.”

"Who said he was an accountant?"

Someone raised his hand high and came to Guiming's side: "I, I, I!"

"Okay, you, you can count for everyone, and spread what I said, and tell everyone not to panic, stand where they are, and wait for someone to come and make arrangements."

"You also help along. There must be many people who don't understand what happened. Let people line up, don't make noise, and be orderly."

When the people around heard it, they turned their heads and said to the back: "Did you hear that? The people behind are lined up to claim the house. Be honest!"

Guiming: "..."

It's like a game of passing on a word, one sentence is passed on, and somehow it becomes, if you don't line up, you won't have a house.

That's how the rumors came about.

Gui Ming has no choice but to temporarily stabilize the situation. It may be that he has performed so well that some people are convinced of him. When encountering a problem, someone comes over to ask him how to solve it, so he can only leave He stopped and walked, and when he finally saw Li Da, he felt a little relieved.

Just tired, nothing else.

Li Da was smoking a cigarette, surrounded by a circle of paper figurines, and those paper figurines violently drove out those who wanted to squeeze in.

The uncle was standing in the circle, coughing vigorously.

Guiming walked over, and those paper figures let go of the way.

Guiming had a headache and said: "There are too many people, let the paper figurines come over to help, first count the population, and then allocate... We have to come up with a charter."

Li Da took a look at Guiming, took the cigarette stick in his hand, and nodded his head at one of the paper figurines. The paper figurine walked up to Guiming, and Guiming said, "You put the other paper figurines in front of you." Call them all over, just those who ran earlier."

The paper man nodded and slid away among the crowd like a loach.

Guiming turned to Li Da again: "Can you make something like a radio? That way the whole city can hear it."

Li Da moved his gaze to another paper figurine beside him.

That paper figurine: "..."

Li Da started to fold the paper figurine in half, and put his head down to fold it.

At this time, the uncle was almost better. Guiming walked up to the uncle and asked the uncle: "Uncle, can you pick out some people first, there are too many people now, let's solve it in batches first, otherwise we will be too busy." Come."

Uncle: "..." He struggled for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay."

Guiming then started looking for Xiang Fazhou and the others.

Zeng Xiangwei frantically honked the horn of the paper car, and he leaned out the window to wave at them, but the crowd blocked them, so they couldn't get through.

Guiming also waved to him, telling him not to come over.

While talking, Li Da's paper horn was also finished, and he handed it to Gui Ming.

Guiming put it near his mouth to try it out.

"Hello? Is there a sound?"

The sound is loud enough, with that kind of rattling sound unique to the horn.

Guiming felt that his ears were buzzing.

"Everyone listen to me, don't make noise, just be quiet and listen to me first, I am Guiming, the porter is my uncle, we are safe now, this is the place we are going to live in, you can call it Xiaosanxiang, you can also call it Zhi In the city, the house is enough, but if it is not enough, I will give it to you, Uncle Li."

"If you have a family and a family, live in a bigger place, and if you live alone, you can live in a smaller one. Someone will ask you to count later, so line up first and come one by one. Due to insufficient manpower, we can only arrange a batch first. , don’t worry if you haven’t been arranged, please be patient.”

The uncle picked up the pole and said, "I'm done, how do you want to arrange it?"

Guiming put down the horn: "Let's arrange 10 people first, I'm worried that there are not enough houses in Xiaosanxiang."

Uncle: "It's definitely not enough."

Li Da said: "Give me the paper, and I will build some more on it."

"Then let's divide the work first, Uncle Li, can we make plans on the basis of Xiaosanxiang's original situation?"

Li Da: "How do you plan?"

Guiming: "I want to divide it into different areas. For example, this area is full of small single-family apartments. All the people living in it are single, aged [-] to [-]. This area is a family area. The apartment types range from two-bedroom to three-bedroom. Wait, this area is the elderly area. The elderly like to visit and bask in the sun. It is necessary to consider the closeness between neighbors. It can be a building with N households in one elevator. There must be space on each floor for the elderly to gather together. There are supporting facilities, restaurants, schools... Forget it, this is not a matter of a day or two, first arrange people in, and then plan."

The uncle is very yearning: "Yes, yes, I think there is something to do."

Gui Ming smiled: "This is not a matter of a day or two. First, let's see if they are used to it. Later, we will redecorate it in batches."

Uncle: "Not bad, as expected of someone who has read the book."

Li Dao: "Out of paper."

Gui Ming: "Let Zeng Xiangwei drive back to the police station to get it, they have the most paper in the office."

Zeng Xiangwei: "..."

After a simple division of labor, Guiming and the others started to work, and finally arranged everyone in when the sky was about to dawn.

Compared with yesterday, Xiaosan Alley has completely changed. In the past, there were small buildings with four or five floors in the alleys, but now they are piled up to more than ten stories high, and some are dozens of stories high. The buildings are close together. People walking on the path in the middle can hardly see the sky in the sky, the sky is drawn into a narrow long line.

It's like being squeezed in the middle by two giants.

Guiming let out a tired breath, feeling his whole body being hollowed out.

Sleepy and tired and hungry.

Many paper figurines still live in their original places. They will live together with these new neighbors, and at the same time take care of the new neighbors.

Although the process was very tiring, seeing those people happy and excited, I felt full of energy. Many empty rooms were actually empty. Because of rush work, there was nothing but walls and floors inside, but those The person didn't say anything, just smiled and said that it was just right to repurchase what he wanted, lest he didn't like it and was reluctant to throw it away.

A new life always starts anew.

Not in vain for a new life.

However, although the house is empty, it is clean, and not everyone is empty-handed. Some people have quilts and pillows on their bodies, and some people have books on them. After confirming their rooms, they start to come out Drop by with new neighbors and share your stuff.

Someone invited Gui Ming to join him, but they were all rejected, because there are still a large number of people who have not yet been arranged.

After everything was over, everyone was exhausted, and Zeng Xiangwei had to hold on to the paper cart to take everyone back to the hotel. The uncle almost fell asleep after getting in the car.

This is the result of all the paper figurines from Xiaosanxiang coming to help.

The first rays of sunlight at dawn fell into the paper city, casting a layer of brilliance on the city. The residents in the building couldn't help but open the windows, push open the doors, and looked at the sun in the sky, and couldn't help feeling a little crazy. I don't know how long I haven't been in the sun.

But they had turned into ghosts and couldn't face the sun directly. Fortunately, the light of dawn was not glaring, and it gently covered the surface of the paper city, putting a layer of gauze with golden light on this newborn city.

A new day begins, the jingle of bicycles can be heard in the alley, and Bi Fangfang wears a postman's hat and walks in the streets and alleys.

The paper man of "Guiming" sits on the edge of the tallest building, with one knee bent and one leg hanging down, swaying slightly with the wind, the rising sun casts a silhouette on his body, and he looks into the distance , Watching the paper cart gradually drive towards the edge.

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Guiming almost lost his mind, and it was already the second night when he woke up completely.

Seeing that he finally came out of the room, Teacher Miao asked him if he wanted to eat. He happened to be going out, so he could bring some for him.

Guiming shook his head: "What time is it?" He went out: "Why is it still dark?"

Teacher Miao laughed and said, "It's already night!"

Guiming: "..." He now has a feeling of jet lag, as if he is still in a dream: "Why is it night?"

"Forget it," this is not important: "What about Mr. Zhang and the others?"

Teacher Miao said, "I woke up a little earlier than you, and went out to find something to eat. I ate late at noon, and I wasn't hungry just now. I'm going out now. What do you want to eat?"

Guiming: "Teacher Zhang, are they all awake?"

Teacher Miao nodded.

Guiming: "I was the last one to wake up?"

Teacher Miao: "And your uncle..."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao would be there, the uncle yawned and walked out of the room: "Good morning, do you want to eat? Take me with you."

Guiming: "Uncle, it's getting dark, it's getting late."

"Why is it dark..." He rubbed his eyes and said carelessly, "It's getting dark now! Damn, I'm starving to death."

Guiming also felt that he could finish eating a cow at this moment, so he said to Teacher Miao: "No need to bring it, let's go out to eat together."

When he was halfway on the way, Guiming seemed to remember: "Mr. Miao, how do we calculate our grades this time?"

Teacher Miao said: "Look at everyone's performance last night, don't worry, the three of you will definitely be able to pass."

Guiming let out an "oh" and muttered, "I don't know how many passers-by are left in the city now, it must be hard to find."

Teacher Miao: "Not anymore."

Gui Ming let out an "ah", and turned his head to look at Teacher Miao in shock: "No more?"

Teacher Miao gave a "hmm", and then said a little strangely: "What did you do last night, I thought you also participated in the hunting last night. Before dawn, all the passers-by have been found, The last passer-by was hidden on the lightning rod of the radio station. I don’t know when he ran to such a high place. We sent a flying person to take him down from the top. The passer-by was very emotionally unstable and almost I'm going to jump off the building."

Guiming let out a "huh": "Didn't you kill him?"

Teacher Miao: "He didn't kill us, and we don't need to kill him. Now most of the passers-by are under centralized control. Since we have the strength to absolutely crush the passers-by, there is no need to kill them all."

"That's right." Guiming nodded and said: "Actually speaking, some passers-by were originally used. What really needs to be solved is the existence that sent the passers in and turned us into dungeons. No matter how many passers-by are killed, there will still be a steady stream of passersby coming in, only by figuring out the source and cutting off this source can we obtain the ultimate peace."

Teacher Miao: "Yes, we are trying to figure out a way to see if we can send the brainwashed passers-by back to their original world. When we overcome this problem, there should be many passers-by willing to defect."

Guiming said: "You can't send back all kinds of passers-by. Some passers-by are obviously rubbish. They are a disaster in any world. Sending them back will also harm his own world."

He and Teacher Miao couldn't help but began to discuss this matter: "Speaking of which, some passers-by seem to be rotten from the bottom up, and I don't know if it's the one who picks the passers-by, and deliberately puts those who are not good and have bad personalities. The guy picked in."

Teacher Miao: "It may also be the result of the acquired screening. There is also a self-screening in this aspect among the passers-by."

Guiming felt a little suffocated when he thought of the crazy infighting environment of the passers-by, no one trusted anyone.

No matter where this kind of internal environment is, even if you get a temporary benefit by being fierce and fierce for a while, it is destined not to last long. You will either die in the dungeon or die in internal fighting. The guy who selected the passer seems to understand this. The ones chosen are all victims destined to kill themselves.

A product that can exert a certain power and self-destruct after achieving a certain result sounds strangely environmentally friendly.

At least there will be no more garbage left, and people have to find another way to clean it up.

Such an idea came to Guiming's mind for some reason, and after thinking about it, he felt that this idea had an indescribable indifference and ruthlessness.

But he thought of Vice City again, which was like a collection of garbage that couldn't be cleaned up.

So this is still a post-2.0 version?Because he realized that the passer-by would become stubborn garbage in his own world after successfully passing through the pass, so when making the selection, he updated the second version of the selection object?

Speaking of which, I don't know who is more pathetic.

But Guiming didn't sympathize with the passers-by at all.

When they encounter difficulties, they will find ways to save themselves. There will be people like his grandmother, his uncle, Li Da, the principal, and Teacher Zhang who will gather to sacrifice themselves and save others.

And the passers-by are trying to find ways to pull more people to sink together - it is indeed an environmentally friendly product of version 2.0.

No one can save.

Guiming felt that his idea was a bit strange, and he obviously felt that this idea was indifferent, why did he accept it naturally later?He decided not to think about it any further.

The uncle rubbed his shoulders, and suddenly relieved the burden. He felt uncomfortable everywhere, and felt like he was floating when he walked, not like he was stepping on the ground.

He couldn't help but said to Gui Ming: "Good nephew, are you tired? Do you want uncle to carry you on your back?"

Gui Ming was confused by the sudden sentence of his uncle, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps on his arms. He is 15 years old, and his height is actually about the same as an adult. He is 1.7 meters 1.8 when he is only [-] years old, and he grows to [-] meters later. Rice is no problem.

He couldn't imagine the scene where his uncle carried him on his back, so he quickly shook his head and hid aside.

The uncle sighed a little disappointed: "Do you dislike uncle's uncleanness?"

Guiming shook his head violently: "I'm so old, I really don't need it, I really don't need it! Why don't I carry you?"

The uncle pretended not to hear this sentence, shook the pole on his shoulder, and complained: "I always feel that there is something missing in my heart."

Guiming wondered if there was something wrong with his uncle, so he couldn't help leaning over again.

Uncle: "I don't pick something, I'm uncomfortable."

Guiming: "..."

Uncle: "My good nephew, uncle is very strong, and I guarantee that you will stay inside without shaking at all, and you will be very stable."

Guiming turned around and ran away.

……

When he was eating and drinking enough and stroking his stomach, he was strolling on the street when a car horn sounded behind him.

Zeng Xiangwei slowly followed behind him in a paper cart: "Have you eaten?"

Guiming nodded.

Zeng Xiangwei shook his head: "Get in the car."

Zeng Xiangwei: "Currently all the passers-by are locked up. My eldest brother and the others are holding a meeting. There are many bigwigs in the meeting, discussing how to arrange it. My master has already passed. Would you like to join in the fun?"

Of course it is necessary to join in the fun.

Guiming is mainly curious: "Can I go?"

Zeng Xiangwei: "Listen to what you are afraid of, and listen to the thinking of the bosses, which will help you broaden your horizons."

"Furthermore, your status is not low. It was to protect you before that you were not allowed to touch these things. Now I see what Master means. In fact, there is also an element of wanting to train you in it. I will not stop you." It's up to you whether you want to go or not."

The devil in Guiming's chest sneered: "Whether he wants to or not, it depends on whether he dares or not? Little coward, at that time, at the meeting, the fate of a large number of passers-by will definitely be decided, and he dare not do that." People who wield knives dare not even be witnesses."

Guiming: "..."

He couldn't help pinching the little paper house on his chest.

The devil screamed: "Am I wrong! You are running away! You are a little coward, you dare not kill people, you know that those people deserve to die, but you dare not decide their life or death, you are afraid! Your hands So what if you have a knife, you swing the knife at the empty wall ten times and a hundred times every day, and you still don’t dare to really swing the knife!!”

Guiming couldn't help it: "Who said I dare not!"

He didn't know when he was exposed in front of the devil. As expected, the devil is worthy of being a devil. Even if he was compressed to the extreme, restricted his freedom, rubbed by him in various ways and couldn't resist, he still saw through his inner cowardice at a glance. .

Guiming said: "I just don't want to swing a knife at someone who is already powerless to resist."

He does have an inexplicable fear, which originates from his constant fear of a phantom in his heart.

That phantom is tall and big, turning its hands into clouds and turning its hands into rain, it can easily decide the life and death of others, the future and everything.

His eyes were indifferent, as if everything about others was just dust and ants to him.

He looked down at him, they had exactly the same face.

He is afraid of himself.