Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Area A6.

The man with the dreadlocks took off the bits of meat from his hair, and tossed his hair. Drops of blood flung out from his hair and landed on the plaster, making three or four deep ocher pits.

Not far in front of him, lay a girl.

She is seventeen or eighteen years old, just at the age when the flowers are just blooming, but at this time she is covered in ashes and wounds, with painful and fine whimpers in her throat, holding the plaster in her hands, crawling forward, plowing deep holes on the ground with her fingertips. deep ravine.

...Her right leg was hit with countless sesame seed-sized penetrating wounds by the bloody bullet from the man with dirty braids.

The man with dreadlocks followed the girl crawling for survival unhurriedly, shaving his blood-stained hair with his middle finger, looking down at the girl in front of him, with a distressed expression, as if he was thinking about some difficult decision.

In the end, he raised his wrist and said to the screen: "You tell me how to kill me."

A carnival in full swing is being staged in the barrage.

"Did that one die too quickly just now? I didn't even see clearly."

"I didn't see clearly either."

"I saw it, tsk tsk, briquettes are nothing more than that."

"Potential criminals deserve to die, just obediently put on a collar and you're done, you have to do it."

"Hey, can anyone tell me which district you are in?"

"A7A7, come to A7."

"A fart 7, A6, coordinates (24, 71), hurry up, if you come later, you won't be able to see anything."

"No way? It's her? I bet three times on this woman. Can't she predict the future?"

"I bet too, it's fucking unlucky."

"Whoever bet is stupid, you can only predict the future for 3 minutes, which is useful for an egg."

"Then let her predict whether she will die or not."

"Yes, let her predict it."

The man with dreadlocks put down his watch and said to the girl, "They told you to predict your future."

The girl didn't care, just arched her waist, gritted her teeth and crawled forward.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, and he stepped on the girl's wound: "...I'll let you predict it."

After a hoarse and feeble roar, the girl curled up like a shrimp, her eyes, which were messed up by blood and abrasions, could not see much white, and bloodshot eyes burst out, looking at him with hatred.

The man with dirty braids shook his head: "Don't look at me like that."

The girl's eyes were almost bleeding.

The man with dirty braids raised his palm nervously, slapped her face hard, and suppressed: "Don't look at me like that....Don't look at me like that!"

He sat on the girl, grabbed her short hair, and begged quickly in her ear: "Be more obedient, please be more obedient. These people have bought my bet. As long as I behave well and be strong enough, I will It will be taken seriously. There can only be three survivors, and I will definitely be one-third. At that time, I will live with you, okay? Huh? Okay?"

The girl named Zhao Rou had a blank face.

This day, Zhao Rou has seen too many disgusting things.

Such words fell into her ears, and they couldn't even arouse her too many emotional fluctuations.

Ever since she entered the institution, she has known another girl who is about her age, surnamed Cao.

Unlike Zhao Rou, who had several fierce conflicts with the organization's "manager" at the beginning, Xiao Cao was a staunch supporter of the organization's rules, and was deeply loved by the "manager", who even chose her as the squad leader, responsible for Assist the "manager" in managing thorns like Zhao Rou.

Xiao Cao kept persuading her that she could go out if she endured it.

Zhao Rou wiped her tears: "I was wronged. I died wronged. I didn't even know that I had awakened my powers, so why would they say I was hiding it? If I really wanted to hide it, why did I have to take the school physical examination? I'm stupid. "

Xiao Cao said patiently: "But this is not right. The regulations are like this. If you make a mistake, you should be punished. Besides, do you dare to say that you didn't notice it at all? There should be something wrong with your previous body, right? .”

Zhao Rou shook her head: "No, I really haven't."

She put her hand on Zhao Rou's, and Rou Rou said, "It's not good to lie to others. There's nothing wrong with telling me."

Zhao Rou didn't like Xiao Cao's statement. It seemed that she had already preset a position, made a presumption of guilt, and decided that she was lying.

She pushed her back: "Since it's not good to lie, why are you here?"

Xiao Cao lowered her head, with a sad expression on her face: "It's not my fault. After I woke up, my mother stopped me from speaking out, saying that I was about to take the college entrance examination in one year...I can't make her sad."

Zhao Rou has always disliked Xiao Cao, thinking that she is always generous to others, and that she is sometimes very pitiful.

... She may be really kind, and she wants to persuade her to bow her head to the institution and admit her mistakes, so that she will not be punished.

This is also the reason why she chose to drag Xiao Cao to flee for her life after entering the game.

Xiao Cao's ability is not as good as hers. It is defensive. After concentrating her mind, she can harden a certain part of the skin. Although the area that can be hardened is only one foot square, at least it can protect the heart and head at critical moments. , throat and other parts, to save one's life.

Zhao Rou took Xiao Cao's trembling hand and clenched it tightly so that her trembling would not look so obvious: "Don't... don't be afraid. The two of us will survive together. I'll go out, Keep going to school; you go out and take the college entrance examination."

Xiao Cao: "...um."

Last night, Zhao Rou, who was squatting by the river to draw water, concentrated on being bored, and wanted to try again to see the limit of her ability.

And in the 3 minutes of the future she saw, Xiao Cao approached quietly from behind her, took the sharp wooden stick that Zhao Rou found for her self-defense, pierced Zhao Rou's heart, let go again, her The body fell into the stream and went with the current.

Zhao Rou stared blankly at the water.

She didn't let this actually happen.

When Xiao Cao approached her with a wooden stick, Zhao Rou suddenly turned around and pierced her throat with a blunt wooden thorn at hand.

Before Xiao Cao had time to harden her body, she fell down clutching her bleeding throat.

Before Xiao Cao died, Zhao Rou squatted by the river, did not go to check her body, and did not ask her why she did this.

She just watched, watching Xiao Cao struggle to death.

Before he died, Xiao Cao's throat was bleeding, and there was a ho-hoo sound in his trachea: "Why did you kill me...I didn't do anything..."

Zhao Rou didn't answer.

In those 3 minutes into the future, she already had the answer and there was no need to ask.

...After killing Zhao Rou, Xiao Cao touched his watch, asked the audience who were watching the live broadcast, and tried to talk to them: "I killed her. Is there any reward?"

But she quickly showed a disappointed expression.

No one over there listened to her, and no one even noticed the sudden assassination.

She couldn't help muttering regretfully: "...It's really useless."

For Xiao Cao, Zhao Rou has no offensive ability and is a useless teammate. It is better to kill her early before she realizes it. It is not only showing sincerity to the organization, but also helping Zhao Rou. get some sort of reward.

As for how the sacrificed Zhao Rou felt, she didn't care.

Just like she is courting the organization, she doesn't care whether Zhao Rou is wronged or not, she just wants to prove her loyalty so that she can get more benefits from the "manager".

This kind of "kindness" of generosity to others is nothing but the most hypocritical and disgusting selfishness.

Zhao Rou sat facing the corpse for a long time, until her legs became numb, then she got up numbly and left the creek.

After walking a kilometer, she felt the desire to vomit, holding a tree to vomit.

...disgusting.

After walking for a while, just as it was getting dark, Zhao Rou met a strange young man.

After exchanging information with each other, the young man pulled her into the team.

I don't know if she was stimulated, but Zhao Rou found that her prediction time was 5 minutes longer than before.

But she didn't tell the man about it, and still said that she could see the future 3 minutes later.

Probably because he has never experienced the cannibalism of his teammates, the man trusts her very much, and seems to have a good impression of her, he picked non-toxic fruits for her to eat, and said that he is a student majoring in biology, He tried to teach her to tell if the fruit was poisonous, and also showed her his ability to control plants.

At that time, Zhao Rou was still wary of him, and after a few perfunctory words, she pretended to go to sleep with her clothes on, but in fact she didn't sleep all night and was on guard all night.

But now, the man was turned into bloody pieces by another man with dreadlocks.

Among the broken pieces, there were also a few red fruits that he hid in his bosom and planned to give her to eat.

Zhao Rou thought about that complete person, and then looked at the mess in front of her, she felt nauseated against her chest like mud, and also had an inexplicable urge to cry.

He died to protect himself.

What's more, people themselves have an infinite desire to survive.

So Zhao Rou didn't want to die.

Even if the other party has overwhelming strength, she still wants to see if she has the possibility of surviving.

She forced herself to concentrate, and soon, the next 8 minutes flashed before her eyes.

There was even a phantom sound similar to that of an old-fashioned movie film spinning in a roller in her ears.

Zhao Rou's eyes widened and her breath became heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, she murmured: "Kill me..."

When the screen was interrupted in front of her eyes with a "slap", Zhao Rou was almost insane, waving her arms, and swung at the face of the man with dreadlocks who was already nervous in front of her, trying to provoke him: "Kill me! Kill me quickly!" I-"

But the man with dreadlocks who had been slapped a few times still didn't dare to be good at it.

He has to try his best to please these audience gentlemen, the better he behaves, the better he will be treated when he goes out.

The man with dreadlocks didn't even need to use his powers, he just easily relied on his male strength, grabbed the injured Zhao Rou's wrist like a chicken, pressed one arm on her neck, and only after confirming that she was imprisoned did he He looked down at his watch.

More and more people noticed the bustle of the A6 area, and the discussions in the barrage area became more and more heated.

"New here. What's going on?"

"Discuss how she died."

"Yes. Dog eats dog."

"Damn, can you specify the way to die? Playing so big? It's the first time I've seen such an exciting thing!"

"Above, are you a rookie? That's how No.1 played last time. It's very exciting."

In a bunch of replies who either didn't understand the situation, or gloated, or offered advice, three words jumped out of nowhere.

"Fucked her!"

Zhao Rou opened her mouth and let out a desperate roar.

The barrage area was silent for a second or two, and then exploded.

"Fuck, good idea."

"She doesn't look very old, maybe she's still a baby. Seeing that she's about to die, I'm afraid she hasn't had time to be a woman. What a pity. Before she dies, it's considered a good deed to have a good time."

"There must be something sick up there. Killing people is nothing more than nodding their heads..."

"Wait, where did the Holy Mother come from above, fork it out."

"Supernatural beings shouldn't exist."

"My dad was killed by a robber who concealed his supernatural powers. Everyone with supernatural powers will die!!!!!!"

"Management, work, don't let such a brainless person in next time."

The bettors who participated in this game basically hated supernatural beings for various reasons, and soon, that ugly ID code disappeared into the room.

A group of people continued to discuss how to let the girl die "without regret".

"Take off her clothes first!"

"Which posture is better?"

"Ask her, what position do you want? How can you not ask for the person's opinion on this kind of thing?"

The man with dreadlocks looked at the screen, unexpectedly seeing this heated discussion.

He's not a beast, he's going to jump up when he looks like a mother...

However, seeing his wildly rising bet count, the man with dreadlocks was a little shaken again.

I am currently the person with the highest odds in the entire game, killing five people, this is the sixth.

He performed so well, more and more people bought himself to win, this should also be counted in his personal achievements.

After all this, the man with dreadlocks no longer expects to return to the society of normal people.

He'll need to do better and try to beat everyone else's odds if he's going to stay and play for the institution.

Even if he is a pawn, he has to be the most valuable one.

He has already killed many people, it would be ridiculous to talk about the bottom line.

Is he going to fall short in order to maintain the dignity of this strange woman?

The man with dirty braids lowered his head and glanced at Zhao Rou, who was silently weeping, and his originally calm blood gradually surged.

Looks... not too bad.

At this moment, amid thousands of frenzied scrolling, two comments suddenly appeared.

"……what?"

"what is that?"

However, these two prompts were quickly submerged into a sea of ​​information and disappeared.

The man with dirty braids made up his mind, reached out to Zhao Rou's shoulder straps, wanted to take off her jumpsuit, and tugged twice. When he found that he couldn't pull it off, he became cruel, sneered, and knelt down on the ground. On Zhao Rou's body, she tore open the front of her clothes fiercely.

... After making this movement, he couldn't move an inch further.

Someone grabbed his right leg from behind and lifted it up like a dog.

The comer's hands and feet were neat, and he pushed his wrists twice, and the joints of his ankles and knees were removed.

The pain was fierce, and the muscles of the man with dreadlocks tensed all over. Before he could think about how they got here, he gritted his teeth and rolled down Zhao Rou's body. Without even looking at it, he dipped his palm in the blood that hadn't cooled down on the ground. Swing towards the door of the coming person!

He killed so many people, of course he knew that he was evolving.

Before, he could only use his own blood to make bullets.

Now, he can use other people's blood.

However, when more than twenty drops of blood hit the three figures that suddenly appeared, the three of them had expected it, and they all disappeared into the air like melting, and all the blood bullets fell through.

After consuming two high-level teleportation cards, Chi Xiaochi pressed his wrist and threw the third one out.

But the third one is for Lou Ying alone.

Grasping the momentary hesitation of the man with dreadlocks, Lou Ying appeared right behind his body like a ghost, with one knee on his neck, and the other knee was as fast as thunder, and hit his back hard, shaking the man's body with dreadlocks. After losing his balance under pressure, he twisted the shoulders of the man with dreadlocks with both hands, exerting force with his fingertips——

The lingering sound of dislocated joints continued, and Lou Ying went up his forearm, touched his elbow all the way, made a precise setback, and extended down, holding his blood-stained fingers.

He just went downhill all the way.

When the body of the man with dreadlocks fell forward like a sack, Lou Ying had already removed 34 joints from his arms to his fingertips.

After the man with dreadlocks landed on the ground, Lou Ying still didn't give up, turned back and raised his palms, and slashed three times on his back, knocking the three joints out of position evenly.

When leaving the muddy body of the man with dreadlocks, Lou Ying did not forget to complete the final finishing work, removing all the joints of his left leg.

The so-called Paoding Jieniu is nothing more than that in terms of accuracy.

The man with dreadlocks could only hear the sound of bones in his body for a while, but due to the excessive shock, he couldn't move and felt completely numb.

It wasn't until he was about to get up that a sharp pain that almost bit off his tongue came from his limbs, making him let out a long wail, as if someone had strangled his neck.

He was like a snake whose tail had been grabbed by someone, rattling and shaking its joints. He was paralyzed on the ground in horror, but he couldn't even move his toes.

After finishing everything, Lou Ying walked up to Chi Xiaochi and said concisely, "I'll leave it to you."

Chi Xiaochi held his palm lightly, and found that it was warm, soft and dry, without sweating at all.

Ignoring Wei Shiliu who was already dumbfounded by the side, Chi Xiaochi was about to step out, but when he refocused his eyes on the man with dreadlocks on the ground, he was suddenly startled and tried to stop him: "Don't! I still have something to say—"

However, it was too late.

In the 8-minute preview screen, Zhao Rou didn't see the person who came to save her.

That's why she was anxious to die in order to avoid being humiliated.

But now, she is not in a hurry.

The place where Zhao Rou lay down was not far from where the man with dreadlocks fell down.

She dragged her injured leg, raised a stone the size of a human face with both hands, and smashed it down on the back of the dreadlocked man with no expression on her face.

With a snap, white flowers bloomed from the center of the head.

Zhao Rou seemed to be ignorant, picked up the stone again, and threw it down at the same place again.

She stiffly repeated this movement five or six times until her arms lost strength and she could no longer lift the stone.

... This stone was originally stained with the blood of her temporary traveling companion.

Now, she avenged him.

It doesn't count as living up to their acquaintance for eleven hours.

All this happened so quickly that the audience in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded.

Not long after, bullet screens that were a hundred times faster than the screen swiping speed just now appeared in large numbers, and even caused the live broadcast screen to freeze for a while.

"Fuck! Fuck! I just placed ten bets!!"

"Fifty bets are fucking wasted!"

"Where did these three people come from??"

"Kill them!!"