Krypton Life Game [Unlimited]

"It's all small things, what cell number do you live in?" Ke Wen, with his dazzling pink hair, reached out and hooked the young man's shoulders familiarly, and said with a smile.

All the people present who were deceived by his enthusiastic smile gave a chill to the back of their necks. It's started, and he's going to start again.

"Fourth floor, just across from his cell." The young man pointed to Tang Si, obviously he had been paying attention to Tang Si for a long time.

Ke Wen tilted his head, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and began to speak skillfully, "So, you have already 'followed' our boss?"

What 'fancy'?You talk to me well!Tang Si gave Ke Wen a warning look.

Ke Wen quietly stuck out his tongue.

The young man's young doctor's face was nervous because of Ke Wen's words, and he lowered his eyelids awkwardly, so he also missed the interaction between Tang Si and Ke Wen, "I just think he is very powerful."

Ke Wen scratched his hair, and brought the topic back to business, "Your wishful thinking is not bad, just a little alcohol in exchange for a chance of survival?"

"Then what else do you want?" the young man asked defensively.

"That depends on your sincerity." Ke Wen patted his shoulder meaningfully,

The young man hesitated, "I still have bandages, anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers."

The corners of Ke Wen's lips curled up slightly, "Is your life worth this?"

"Up to five grass cigarettes and a box of canned meat." The young man's neck was stuck, showing a very heartbroken expression.

"Deal." Ke Wen saw that Song Ci's forehead was in cold sweat from the pain, and Tang Si frowned anxiously, and immediately accepted it.

On both sides of the gate of the cell area, there are two fan-shaped canopies, and the smoking area for the prisoners is underneath.

After escaping from death, many people did not rush back to the cell area to sleep, but gathered there, smoking while paying attention to the movement on the other side of the iron cage.

Probably because he enjoys the deterrent effect brought by the game very much, and expects the audience to appreciate his "masterpiece". Prison managers usually acquiesce in this kind of "release" behavior, and will not drive everyone into the prison until the end of the iron cage duel. The cell door was locked again.

Of course, people who stay in the smoking area have different thoughts.Some people are purely watching the fun, some are inmates who are worried about being locked in the iron cage area, and some are secretly probing and taking the opportunity to trade information and supplies.

The side near the iron cage was already bustling with many people, but in comparison, the side farther away seemed a bit deserted.

Tang Si and the others came over, and without hesitation chose the side where there was almost no one there.

The corpses of the group of prisoners who were shot because they were late had been disposed of, and the blood on the ground was washed away, leaving only wet water marks.

Shen Yunhai accompanied the young man back to fetch things, while everyone observed the situation inside and outside the cell separately.

Song Ci, who got off Tang Si's back, hopped on one foot and wobbled. Seeing that he was unsteady, Zhang Chi was about to rush over to help him, but was grabbed by Ke Wen, grinding his teeth, "There I don't need you, I need it here."

Chill:? ? ?

When Zhang Chi looked over again, Tang Si had already reached out to support Song Ci.

"I'm almost becoming a resident on your back." Song Ci said with a self-mockery.Unlucky or unlucky himself, out of six people, three were barefoot, only he scratched the sole of the foot.

Tang Si's eyes drooped slightly, and he couldn't help but glance at his foot hanging in the air, "That's at least safe."

"This opportunity is not lost, we have to seize the time to observe the environment inside." Sensing that Tang Si seemed to be seriously considering the possibility of tying himself to his belt, Song Ci quickly shook his arm to change the subject.

Although he knew that he was shifting the focus, Tang Si still cooperated with him indulgently and looked towards the cell.

The light was too dark before, and they were eager to gather later. Only at this time did they have the opportunity to carefully look inside the cell.

The interior space of the cell is close to spherical as a whole, like a huge beehive, densely packed with cells one by one.From top to bottom, it is divided into six floors. The layout of each floor is basically the same, surrounded by a circular passage connecting each cell, and a transparent glass platform in the middle of the passage.

If you want to go to other floors, you can only go through the stairs at the front and rear ends of the cell.

In the center of the glass platform on each floor is a pillar with a diameter of one meter. There are four ring-shaped monitors on the pillar, which cross-monitor every corner of the cell, and automatically turn at a fifteen-degree angle every half a minute. The rhythm is tight and orderly.

"What's there for?" Zhang Chi asked Song Ci when he was looking at the surveillance post.

Everyone followed his fingers and looked over. On the left hand side of the cell, at a distance of about 600 meters, there were two other gray-black triangular pyramid-shaped buildings, which seemed to be a head shorter than the cell.

"That's the grinding workshop and the assembly workshop." The old man who was in the same room as Song Ci was sitting silently in the corner waiting for him, but when he saw Zhang Chi's question, he answered the call.

Xia Tian, ​​who was doing emergency treatment for Ke Wen, raised his eyebrows doubtfully, "Workshop?"

"Are you all just here?" The old man looked around, saw everyone was confused, and sighed, "You will know in the daytime. Those who stay here have to go to the workshop to work every day. If you do well, you will have food, if you do not do well, you will only be hungry."

"Since they need labor, why are they so careless about human life?" There were bumps and screams from the iron cage from time to time, which made people's hearts jump.

The old man smiled bitterly and glanced at Ke Wen who asked the question, "New captives are being sent in continuously every week, and they don't have to worry about no one at all."

Crowd: ………………

At this time, the young man and Shen Yunhai also came back with something.Xia Wu checked the medicines brought by the young man, and the canned meat and grass tobacco were handed over to Tang Si by default.

The so-called canned meat is a cylindrical tin can. Tang Si pulled open the lid, and Song Ci leaned over to take a look. The stuff inside looked like luncheon meat.

Tang Si used the lid to cut the contents into eight pieces and distributed them to everyone. The old man and the young man were flattered.

As soon as the food was in the mouth, Song Ci, Zhang Chi and the others frowned. What kind of luncheon meat felt like starch lumps.The old man and the young man chewed slowly with the piece they got, and ate with happiness on their faces.

"Senior, I think the quality of the food in this prison is worrying." Seeing that the two looked like they had eaten delicious food in the world, Zhang Chi leaned over to Song Ci and said with a bitter face.

Song Ci: ……………

The so-called grass smoke is a kind of leaf smoke, the inside is black grass foam, and the outside is wrapped with a layer of sycamore leaves, which looks very rough.

But even with this kind of rough workmanship, there are only a few people in the opposite smoking area who can smoke it, and there are even people waiting eagerly by, ready to pick up the butts of other people's cigarettes.

Tang Si was not interested in those few cigarettes, and handed them all to Ke Wen. Since the supplies here are so scarce, this thing should be a good thing for 'making friends' in the prison, and it is suitable for a long-sleeved person like Ke Wen to inquire about it. information.

Xia Wu checked the things that the young man brought over, and started to treat Song Ci's wound.

As soon as the alcohol touched the skin, Song Ci twitched in pain.

"Please be gentle, he is afraid of pain." Tang Si, who was supporting Song Ci, said in a rare low voice.

Xia Tian Wuqing sighed, if it were someone else, he would definitely go back.For the sake of Tang Si's overly handsome face, he endured it.

"Why didn't your little partner come?" Song Ci was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, trying to find something else to distract himself, and suddenly remembered the arrogant little boy carrying a huge plush toy.

"He was injured in the last secret room, and he is recuperating." Xia Tian answered unhurriedly, and the movements of his hands were also methodical.

"Won't the injuries sustained in the secret room heal after leaving the secret room?" Song Ci asked strangely.

Xia Wu raised his eyes to look at Song Ci, and poked his chest with his knuckles, "Some hurt in my heart, the system can't recover, I can only rely on myself."

Song Ci: ……………

What is your look?It's not me who left a psychological shadow on your young lady!

After helping Song Ci treat the wound, Xia Wu gave him and Ke Wen each another painkiller.

During this process, the other people were not idle, and checked their positions, and sure enough, there was only one person on each floor.Xia Wu is at 609 on the sixth floor, Zhang Chi is at 511 on the fifth floor, Tang Si is at 403 on the fourth floor, Song Ci is at 305 on the third floor, Ke Wen is at 207 on the second floor, and Shen Yunhai is at 101 on the ground floor.

By the way, everyone also agreed on the meeting place on the lawn for each game, so as to avoid this situation.Those who knew this location, except for the six of them, including the old man and the young man, had to try their best to protect all the suspected professor's incarnations before distinguishing who was the real professor's incarnation.

When Song Ci and the old man returned to the room, the two people sleeping in cocoons on the upper bunk were gone.

"It's probably cleaned up along with the corpses at the door." The old man said with no surprise.

Thinking that these were probably the real experience of Professor Ponton, Song Ci couldn't help but sigh.

"Those people seem to have known you for a long time just now?" the old man said hesitantly.

"Well, we grew up together and participated in the uprising together." Song Ci thought of his identity as a new prisoner of war and found a relatively suitable excuse.

The old man nodded and did not speak again.

Song Ci also lay back on the bed. He felt that he was woken up by the old man as soon as he closed his eyes.

"It's breakfast, and I'm going to work in the workshop after eating." The old man pointed to the two thin iron rice bowls that were pushed in by the door.In the rice bowl was a half-bowl of vegetable soup with little water in it, and there was a piece of thick black bread in it.

Song Ci brought back her own and the portion, and couldn't eat it after just one bite.The taste is rough and tasteless, and it will even prick your throat when you swallow it.He used to think that he was not particularly picky about what he ate, but now he realized that the food he ate before was too delicious.It is no exaggeration to say that in comparison, the starch lump just now is indeed rare and delicious.

"It tastes bad, so eat more." The old man knew what was going on by looking at his expression, and said in the tone of someone who had experienced it, "There is no lunch, and this meal will last until dinner time in the evening."

Song Ci: ……………

When he was struggling to stuff the rough bread into his mouth, the old man told him again, "After going to the workshop later, remember not to ask for leave to rest, and endure the pain in your feet. No matter what, you have to wait until it's time to eat." "

Song Ci was so choked by the noodles that he couldn't speak, so he could only blink his eyes to express his doubts.

The old man sighed, and said quietly, "Those who asked for leave never came back."

Song Ci: ……………

Will taking leave be executed directly?What hell on earth is this!

About 10 minutes later, the cell door opened automatically again.

The prisoners in the room filed out and walked quietly towards the stairs.No one dared to stay in the cell, and even the winners who had just participated in the cage duel set off with scars all over their bodies.Song Ci and the old man put on their shoes and slowly joined the queue.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, Song Ci saw Tang Si who was waiting for him.

"No problem." Song Ci shook his head under Tang Si's concerned eyes. The painkiller given by the young man was really good. Although there was still pain, it was completely within the tolerable range.

The three followed the crowd and walked towards the two gray-black buildings together.

Walking to the door of the workshop, Song Ci found that most people had entered the building on the left, only a few with red armbands on their prison uniforms walked to the right with their heads held high.

"Only those who perform very well will be recommended to the assembly workshop." Seeing him looking at the backs of those people, the old man explained in a low voice.

Grinding shops grind parts.Song Ci's assigned production lines produce cylindrical metal blocks with a diameter of one centimeter.

The content of their work is to smooth the edge positions of the upper and lower ends of the metal block, and then stack them on the plate.

There is a small tray ten centimeters square in front of everyone. The polished metal blocks are piled up on the tray and handed over to the production line patrol for inspection and counting. Then they will be piled into the box below by the robotic arm and replaced with empty trays.

With such boring repetitions, the daily goal of each person is to polish 1700 pieces.

As skilled as the old man is, he can complete a set of grinding and placing actions about every ten seconds.But for Song Ci, who is just starting out, he is in a hurry, and it would be good if he can finish one in 20 seconds.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as a hands-on genius like Tang Si.

Except for the first few test hands, Tang Si can finish polishing a part in four seconds, and it only takes five seconds to place it.

Every movement of his is just right step by step, even full of rhythm and rhythm.

People like Tang Si are simply born excellent, and they are destined to succeed wherever they go, Song Ci admired secretly in his heart while watching.Then look at my completely disobedient hands that seem to have just been assembled, it's just too worrying!

It would take at least 21 seconds to complete and place. Song Ci silently calculated in his heart, well, according to his hand speed, it is impossible to finish 1700 today, and he will not be able to eat dinner.

Thinking of this, Song Ci became more and more depressed. Why is there such a big gap between people?

"Clang!" The clumsy Song Ci felt unsteady in his hand, not to mention that the cylindrical part was crooked and scrapped, if Tang Si hadn't acted in time, his fingers would have almost been sucked into the grinding machine.

"You help me arrange the plate." Tang Si pressed his hand, feeling a little scared in his heart, and couldn't imagine the consequences of seeing it half a second late just now.

"Is this okay?" Song Ci turned around and asked the old man hesitantly, and then glanced at the production line patrol not far away.

The so-called patrols are actually prisoners, who are voted by the prisoners on each production line every week.Because you only need to check the number of parts produced by each station, you don't need to work, it's a fat job, and many people can't grab that position.

"As long as you can finish 3400." The old man nodded.The people on patrol just count and make sure they end up with enough for each location.

"Then I can arrange the dishes for both of you! Let's have a three-person assembly line!" Song Ci said happily, so that the old man could save some effort.

In this way, the three started the assembly line operation.

The production line patrol with a stick swayed over. After seeing it, he didn't say anything, but glanced at his mouth contemptuously.

There is no meal during the lunch break, and only drinking water is provided. After half an hour of rest, they were urged to start working again with a growling stomach.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was tired and hungry, and their speed also slowed down. Only Tang Si, who was as stable as a robot, did not slow down at all. Song Ciguang could hardly keep up with his rhythm.

"Can I rest early after finishing 1700?" Song Ci saw that both his and Tang Si's signs had been turned up to 16, which meant that they had completed 16 sets.

"Yeah." The old man nodded. With Song Ci helping to set the dishes, he felt a lot easier, and he had already completed 15 dishes.

"Then our task for today is over." Song Ci took the parts from Tang Si's hand and put them on Tang Si's plate, saying happily.

it's over?Tang Si and the old man looked at the tray in front of them suspiciously.

The trays in front of Tang Si and Song Ci are both empty, with only four cylindrical parts on each, which looks pitiful.

"It's 1700!" Looking at the two almost empty plates, the old man couldn't help reminding Song Ci.

"Yes." Song Ci nodded confidently.

"You two, why are you being lazy!"

While they were talking, the workshop patrol came over and saw that Song Ci not only stopped his hands but was still chatting, and the stick in his hand smashed down on his head.

Tang Si took half a step across, raised his hand to grab the stick in the patrol's hand, and said flatly, "We're not lazy, we just finished."

Although he still didn't understand what was going on, Tang Si believed that Song Ci would not make such a low-level mistake of miscalculating numbers.

"Do you think I'm blind?" The workshop patrol tugged twice, and finally took back the stick from Tang Si's hand.He pointed aggressively at the plates with only four parts in front of Tang Si and Song Ci, "There are only four here, and you are still too early to finish your work!"

Seeing that there was excitement to watch, many people took the opportunity to stop what they were doing and gathered around.After all, everyone is tired now, so it would be nice to be able to rest your arms for a while.

"Isn't it enough for each person to make 1700?" Song Ci looked at the workshop patrolling strangely.

"Nonsense, the question is, have you made 1700?" the workshop patrol said disdainfully.

"Then it's done." Song Ci pushed two plates in front of the workshop patrol, "The two of us have made 1700 of them."

"Have you ever been to school? Do you know how to count?" Song Ci laughed angrily at the workshop patrol. He has been in this position for almost three months relying on his prestige, and he has never seen anyone who dared to fool him so blatantly. Yes, "Each set is 100, 16 sets is 1600, plus 4 is 1604, if you can get 1700, I will take off my head and kick it for you!!!"

The author has something to say: Song Ci: Don't bet with me, you will lose!